Damn Escort Missions [Job- Felix, Heliad]

Felix V · 1 Damn Escort Missions [Job- Felix, Heliad] 15/12/14, 02:58 pm

Felix V

D-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(150/150)
Stamina:

(100/100)

Spoiler:

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and zhuli was . . . well the sun was shining. After brief workout via aviacide, the grey wolf woke her partner up, and they both jogged over to the watering hole for a brief, and possibly illegal, swim to wake them up, and clean them off. On their way back the ran into a girl hurriedly walking down the street, literally.

"I'm so sorry miss, I wasn't pay attention. Are . . . Are you alright?"

The girl just sniffles a bit, obviously terrified. She could only have been a couple years younger than him, at most. Dark hair framing her face, caramel colored skin glistening with sweat from the running she must have been doing, her blue eyes still wet with tears. She clutched something to her chest protectively, an envelope maybe, and kept darting her eyes around. Felix placed his hands on her shoulders and knelt down a bit to look her in the eyes. She stiffened under his touch, eyes going wide with fear before she calmed down a bit, still shaking as she took deep shuddering breaths.

"Hey, it's alright. Come with me, we'll get you inside, I live just down the street."

A sob wracked her form, and she simply nodded, limply following him. Wrapping an arm around her, he lead her to his room, Zhuli scanning the area vigilantly. She let out a growl when she saw a small group of people watching from an alleyway, but they quickly moved away. The girl flinched away, but Felix held her close and moved her so the war wolf was between her and the men.

I'm just taking in all kinds of strays.

Once they arrived, Felix would attempt to wake the Fanalis up.

"Hey, we may have a job. Alright hun, tell us what's wrong.

The girl began to speak hesitantly, frequently stopping to wipe her eyes or nose. Her shoulders were hunched over, and she stared at the ground while she spoke. Felix knelt at her side, taking her hand consolingly as her story came out.

"I-I have to get t-this letter to Mr. Shaw. It's very, very important I get it to him. My mother . . ." Her voice fails, and she takes another shuddering breath before beginning again. "I just need to get it to him. Please help me!"

"Why does that name sound familiar?" he asked quietly, looking at his room mate for an answer before turning back to the girl. "Anyway, where is Mr. Shaw?"

"I don't know! I was supposed to meet him in the bazaar, but he never showed up, and then these men started coming. I ran away, and then I ran into you and . . ." She stopped talking with another heavy sob, tears falling from her eyes once again. She turned and latched onto the man beside her, tears now staining his shirt.

Felix just looked at the red haired man, his eyes clearly begging for assistance with the sobbing girl who was now spreading her fluids on his person. He put a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down, as Zhuli moved to her side and licked her face.

Word Count: 542

Heliad · 2 Re: Damn Escort Missions [Job- Felix, Heliad] 15/12/14, 09:40 pm

Heliad

D-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(80/80)
Stamina:

(100/100)

Now would be a good time to point out that he certainly was not a morning person. The shining morning sun burned him alive and enflamed his soul with a burning fiery passion to snuff out the light and drown the world in a pitch darkness like his mood after waking up. The warbling birds grated against his mind like the screeching of demented agonized demons who were best put of their misery. With FIRE. The hundreds of other happy people who rose energized in the morning he imagined peeling their faces off with his bare hands and roasting them, before stitching them on backwards ... then dropkicking them down an endless flight of stairs. Actually, his contempt for the morning was pretty much like a bad nightmare he had once a couple years ago. Rather vivid memory ...

"Hey, we may have a job. Alright hun, tell us what's wrong.

But yes. He despised mornings, as he lay awake scowling. Fortunately, he'd been awake for .. how long was it now? At least, long enough for the bitterness to subside, and of course make him less hostile compared to if he had just woken up. So imagine his surprise when his gracious host returns and ... with company? Some delicate flower of a lady, who was clearly in distress, so the Fanalis promptly hauled his ass off the floor and dusted himself off, trying to look more presentable. Fortunately he still clothed, clean, ... just nothing could be done about his hair being a mess. So he listened attentively to the squawking, and something about a Shaw, and boo hoo, crying. For cripe's sake, did Felix even make sure she would pay for some assistance or was he that kind-hearted a person to help anyone in need? Because at this rate, they'd need extra payment to just to put up wi- Wait. Men? As in thugs tried accosting her? As in multiples?

He pondered this notion as he stared away at Felix's desperate nonverbal plea for assistance as the girl was now crying into his chest. He didn't owe Felix enough to take over for him in this situation, after all. That, and it was still too fucking early, given the morning sky was still pretty low in the horizon, although ... he had to admit, it case a beautiful light to the east. A beautiful light that was blocked by five or so figures who were trudging around the corner and making their way to this place.

"I think we've got company." The Fanalis notes after taking in the sight from the window, and proceeds to exit out the front door, leaving it wide open behind him as he marched on out, not at all listening to Felix, Zhuli or the wench. Once outside, he took a few paces forward, stretching his arms upwards and outwards, completing a circular rolling motion with both limbs, his shoulders, and ... well most of his upper body really. Too much sitting still wasn't good for the body, after all ... so a stretch and then light exercise was always a healthy way to start the day, especially since mornings were awful.

"Step aside, we're here for the girl. She has stolen something important from us." The lead goon, who seemed a few inches taller than the others, but still shorter than Heliad, began to speak with an adorably fake voice, as if he were trying to drop the sound by a few pitches, to seem more intimidating. The Fanalis youth grins widely at this whole spectacle, while taking a few, slow steps forward.

"Really? Mind letting us know what it is exactly? I'm sure we can have it returned to you with no fuss!" He calmly replies, to which the head goon also approaches and brought up his arms, parting aside his cloak with the gesture (also revealing his weapon holstered at his side). Meanwhile his backup dancer squad all shifted, fingers twitching as their hands drew closer to where similar weapons must've been hidden underneath that baggy fabric.

"You seem like a reasonable lad. But this is none of your business, we've orders to take the girl along with the stolen goods. So, stop wasting our time an-" At this point they were practically face to face. Or close enough that it wouldn't be much a stretch to reach out and touch or grab ahold of the other. So, with that in mind, Heliad weighed his options as the clearly not-so-friendly goon chattered about his business. On one hand, the girl was rather annoying and may have just wronged some shady-looking guys. On the other hand, it wasn't even midday given the sun's position. Which meant it was still obviously morning.

And he hated mornings.

"-at is why you had best step aside, before this turns violent, son. ... Are you even listening to me?" The thug had been chattering on for a while now, evidently. Not that it was any concern to Heliad, though he could see his soon-to-be-victim had a decent sized scar over his face, jagged across the whole damn thing too.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Too busy thinking." He admits honestly, perhaps a bit sheepishly with a large smile.

"Hah. And what would a savage like you be thinking about?" The calm expression of the antagonizing one was now clearly antagonized as he scowled. Also he insulted his people with that all-to-common slur throw at Fanalis these days.

"How funny your face looks." And with that, Heliad threw a punch straight into the face of the thug, whose arms were presently crossed before his chest in slight annoyance. The Champions of the Dark Continent, his people were known as, a punch from him was enough to knock the poor man who didn't seem all that tough to begin with off his feet and careening backwards as if he were being thrown away. Likely, he was not going to be consuming anything solid either, considering he managed to complete a triple spiraling spin headfirst through the air and crashed his face in the ground, as though he were madly in love with the Mother Earth, and wished to copulate with terra firma.

"B-Boss!" The other goons cry out, realizing that their fearless leader was presently taking a literal dirt nap now.

"Bahahaha, c'mon! That wasn't NEARLY enough to wake me up! WHO ELSE WANTS SOME?! Maybe I'll tear your limbs off and kill you with them, or maybe your guts and strangle you with them! Ehahaha ... HAH HAHAH!" Yes, he truly was not a morning person as he rushed forward, aiming straight for the thug up front on his left. The schmucks weren't too bad on their feet, but this one was trying to back up away from him. And found himself hitting the wall of the building they had turned around the corner of to get to this street. Needless to say, his last few moments spent still conscious were probably spent pissing himself as he tried to draw his knife as the crazed, angry Fanalis Heliad rushed at him, laughing maniacally.

OOC: 1155 Words/1000 Requirement.

Thug A (Front Center) is down
Thug B (Front Left) has drawn his weapon
Thug C (Front Right) has drawn his weapon
Thug D (Back Left) has drawn his weapon
Thug E (Back Right) has drawn his weapon
Thug B has soiled his pants.

Felix V · 3 Re: Damn Escort Missions [Job- Felix, Heliad] 15/12/14, 11:31 pm

Felix V

D-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(150/150)
Stamina:

(100/100)

"I think we've got company."

"Oh that's just perfect." He said derisively, struggling to detangle himself from the significantly less attractive woman that was contributing to the growing stain on his shirt.

"W-wait!" She cried out, arms reaching towards him. "Don't l-l-leave me!"

"I'm not! Just . . ." he took a deep breath, "Just stay in here." He walked over to the door, looking at the gang of mooks trying to strong arm their way through. A dark look crosses his face as he unconsciously shifted into his "alpha voice" as his father called it. The voice he used when instructing someone to do something, specifically Zhuli.

"Kill them, don't leave anything behind."

By this point, the leader's monologue had ended, and had been sent ass over teakettle. His friends were now moving in, focused on Heliad, and not paying attention to the large wolf that had slipped around from the back and currently had a bead on them. As soon as Heliad chose his next target, she struck, leaping onto the thug on the far right, and digging her teeth into his shoulder and tearing out his jugular.

The thug directly in front of him sun around at the sound of the vicious mauling, about to bring his blade down on the enormous demon hound currently snacking on his friend. Said hound raised it's head, blood dripping from it's muzzle as it growled at the man advancing. Before he could attack her however, Felix had already moved in behind him. Grabbing the man by the hair, Felix slammed his foot down on the back of the thugs knee. Now, with a firm grip on the bastard that was trying to murder his only companion, he began to drive his head into the wall nearby.

"NOBODY! TOUCHES! MY! DOG!" he roared, each word punctuated by another blow. He then dropped the man to the ground for Zhuli, and turned his attention to the other pair.

Word Count: 329
Total: 871

Thug A (Front Center) is down
Thug B (Front Left) has drawn his weapon
Thug C (Front Right) is down
Thug D (Back Left) has drawn his weapon
Thug E (Back Right) is down
Thug B is starting to stink

Heliad · 4 Re: Damn Escort Missions [Job- Felix, Heliad] 16/12/14, 01:45 am

Heliad

D-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(80/80)
Stamina:

(100/100)

The fear was almost palpable. No wait, that was the probably the sternum. That is, that was probably what he felt shattering along with the muted, hoarse scream of agony that died out from a lack of air due to the poor bastard being winded by having a knee be rammed into his chest. Though, while that probably was enough, Heliad was in a spectacularly foul mood today. Or perhaps that was his excuse as his bloodlust got the better of him, and quickly took a step back while his victim lost his footing and was beginning to drop to the ground, sliding against the building behind him. And then he landed a hard kick right into the poor man's face, embedding it partially into the wall behind him.

It was at this point he finally took in his surroundings, and noticed that his gracious host had kindly taken down two of the remaining thugs ... which meant there was only one unfortunate potential brigand left to deal with. Remarkably, he kept his cool rather well, with a pair of well-sized daggers held at the ready ... curiously, he was holding the left one with a reversed grip. Still, considering how quick these chumps went down, the Fanalis wasn't expecting much.

That was, until the enemy had a chance to start moving, and the first thing that struck Heliad was just how exactly damn fast this guy was moving at. In the blink of an eye, he had covered a respectable short distance and and was now about to drive his right held-dagger into his chest. ... A logical course of action would have been to fall back a bit, but: First problem was this sucker was a lot quicker than he was.

Second problem, he was a Fanalis.

The thrown flesh-puncturing attack would find itself slightly missing it's mark, given he rushed forward, intending to put down his target with excessive force before he could pull off another trick like that. For starters, his own left hand reached to meet the opposing arm, attempting to grip that knifehand, but given the speed at which this encounter occurred, the driven knife still managed to take a cut into his side.

Still, now was a point of no return for the two of them, as his left fingers curled around his opponent's right wrist and crushed it in as tight a grip as he could manage. Either in a panic, or still calm ... he couldn't quite tell given he wasn't exactly paying attention to his opponent's face, but the reverse-held knife in the agile one's left hand was being slashed forward, a direct cut aimed for his face. This was met by his own right hand, which had been held up intending for a defensive maneuver while his left hand went to work in getting a hold on this one.

His fingers were beginning to clamp around that arm as well as forcing it back, up and against the head of his opponent. And then he realized his opponent's hand stiffening, tensing up and gripping the handle of the weapon harder, and the blade, which was currently pointed at his face, shifted a little to his right, raised up.

'Shit!' His hand releases its hold, and already he had been pushing this grip away, so he quickly just pulled his arm back as soon as he could. Even if the cutting strength in this position wasn't as strong, that knife was already dangerously sharp, and so he narrowly avoided having his arm taking a large and deep cut through it.

But now he had another problem, as the knife-wielding bastards arm was now partway pressed back for him to set up another attempt of driving the point home to his head. Hinging at the raised elbow, the left arm he'd forced back was now sweeping outwards, outer side of the limb aimed towards him and that sharp blade head about to jab itself into his head. Or maybe it was his neck, either way.

His withdrawing hand snapped back, rotated slightly so that the hand was brought facing upwards into a palm strike, and literally doing his damned best to slap away the goddamn knife before it split his head open. The next moment relied on the movement of his whole body, as his left arm pulled back, yanking the arm he was gripping with it, and trying to throw off the balance of his enemy, while his right foot edged forward and firmly planted itself down, allowing him to draw back his arm and his body a slight bit, as he pushed the knifehand upwards and aside. And then he drove his upraised elbow right into the face of his opponent, smack dab in the nose.

At this point, he'd released the poor fellow's right hand, and swiftly took a side back and aside, moving diagonally away from his target, who was now recoiling from the blow and gripping his face. It also looked like he was probably going to be out and down for the count, but considering how much trouble he gave him ... as well as this leftover aggression ...

Taking a step forward at the stumbling, disoriented target, Heliad crashed both of his fists in the target's temple. And not long after, given he put the full force of his strength behind that last hit, the last thug promptly collapsed like a sack of flour.

"Well. That was fun. Can we do it again?"

OOC:
1155+912=2067 words/1000 requirement.

Thug A (Front Center) has a broken neck.
Thug B (Front Left) has a broken ribcage. And a skull fracture.
Thug C (Front Right) has a concussion.
Thug D (Back Left) has a broken nose, and a skull fracture.
Thug E (Back Right) has a torn jugular.