Barbaric Infidel Desecration Fun Times GO! [Job - Heliad, Felix]

Heliad

Heliad

D-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(80/80)
Stamina:

(100/100)

Spoiler:

It wasn't exactly a nice job. But, to be fair, he didn't really quite care much for religious fundamentalists ... so no harm in taking a job to disgrace and also rob a bunch of artifacts from the local priests. Well, less priests and more brutes, given they had their own little lovely goon squad protecting them. Actually, this job probably was for the best considering what few priests he'd seen strutting about in this country held themselves above the normal citizen, what with their showmanship and mistaken belief superiority in that they could commune with gods. Not that there weren't gods, that was certainly a difficult question to answer, but their existence didn't serve as any sort of justification for their behavior.

That and they smelled funny. Kinda like women. Too much scented oils and perfume, and ... honestly, it was just too sharp a fragrance for his nose, he couldn't help but scowl at the idea of encountering them.

"So yeah, the job's pretty simple," he began, explaining to the Furball who had met up with him earlier. Her master would be catching up to them soon, hopefully, given they both moved faster than he did. Also they seemed to have a knack for scaling buildings as they rested atop a more solid earthen structure, scouting the area below. "We're looking for a funny tall brown man with a circular sun headdress waltzing around with four or five, maybe six goons, and gotta tail them. Whatever they're gonna pick up the is the target."

The larger pile of fur snarled a little at the notion, to which Heliad could only shrug. Mostly since he had no idea what the animal was trying to convey, and also the possibility he was going to go insane shortly hereafter for seriously trying to converse with a ... dog ... wolf ... he made a mental note to ask Felix exactly what Zhuli was. Certainly she wasn't a feline, but ... well. That doesn't help narrow down the list of giant furry things with fangs and claws too well.

Still, said structure was a more ... temporary residence for travelers. An inn, in other words. After he got the job, he took it upon himself to track down their targets while Felix and Zhuli were busy looking for other opportunities earlier in the day. It wasn't too hard, considering said priest was enwreathed with white clothing and stank. Also he trashed a couple of fruit stands by siccing his mooks on them, something about infidels, religious appropriations and bananas being terrible. But yes, he stank, or at least to his nose, he gave off a pretty strong scent, which made it easy to track him down to this building, which seemed to be practically effuse the stuff. Perhaps that's why the poor girl was pawing her nose? Too bad, now they had to wait for Felix, and the targets to show up so they could tail them.

OOC: 488 words/1000 required.

Felix V

Felix V

D-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(150/150)
Stamina:

(100/100)

The Master in question was in the process of traveling to said roof at that very moment. Slinking along the edges as he maneuvered along the lip of the roof. A group of city guards, more like mercenaries for the local merchants, passed by below, requiring him to hide behind a smoke stack until they moved off. Seeing them spurred him into action, causing him to sprint across the rooftops. Leaping over gaps, dodging clothes lines, stopping once to appreciate a lovely pair of ladies sunning themselves with the last rays of the day.

A brief introduction later and he was back on his journey, following the distant figure of his companion and the large man she was following. As he got closer, a smell began to permeate his nostrils. Myrrh, cinnamon, and ... lilies. UGH! Someone was wearing too much perfume, it was practically covering the whole block.

Eventually he made his way to their rooftop, an inn by the looks of it, slightly out of breath as he took a position between them. Having caught the last bit of their "conversation," he began to look around for the man they were apparently looking for.

"Priest, off to your right, dumb muscle trailing a bit behind, reeks of Susinum." He scratches the scruff of Zhuli's neck as she lets off another growl. "That the guy?"

He gestured to a white clad man currently leaving the domicile they were perched on, heading off deeper into the city. Several dark clad men were trailing after him, keeping a respectful distance, and deterring any one who got disrespectful with their proximity. He thought he could hear the man say something about mangos, and son after one of his body guards peeled off to flip over a fruit stand and stomp on the product.

Word Count: 301

Heliad

Heliad

D-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(80/80)
Stamina:

(100/100)

"Yep, the womanly man's our lead. The target's some shipment he's getting today. Course, it's probably best we don't leave any witnesses, either." Heliad replies, not even reacting Felix suddenly showing up. Instead, the target was already on the move, which meant they need to as well. His left hand picks up a little ... well okay, a narrow but long bundle, one that he had been carrying ever since he'd met Felix. Course, he hadn't exactly had time to unwrap and explain to the pair what exactly was inside it, but it was in fact his weapon of choice. Most likely, it was going to be handy for this little nighttime operation.

"He's probably going to spend the next few minutes trashing that poor stand, and those mangoes. Also gonna get the seller to kneel before him. Good time to get into position, probably should follow him on the ground and up top just in case he takes any weird routes."

It went without saying that he would obviously be taking the rooftop tailing, given his body was ... well, simply, it was stronger than his human companion's. It was so much apparent that it was even left unsaid as he proceeded to make a running jump off to an adjacent rooftop, and was now prowling up top, occasionally stopping to gaze at the setting sun ... and also the stars. Really, it wasn't exactly easy to be inconspicuous on the rooftops, but thankfully not many (least of all their targets) seemed to notice him, and those who did decided it was best not to meddle with an evidently drunk stargazing Fanalis.

Progress however, seemed to be going slow, as he got into position, given this high and mighty priest was obviously enjoying lording the new significant power he held. Honestly, if it weren't for the fact the job specifically requested they retrieve the cache, he'd have rather dropped down and beat the everloving shit out of this parasite of a human being. But, doing that would mean failing to complete the job in the first place.

OOC: 488+345=833 words/1000 required.