The Package is in Their Hands [Job-Solo]

Adrastos Thanatos · 1 The Package is in Their Hands [Job-Solo] 05/08/15, 06:20 pm

Adrastos Thanatos

A-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(480/480)
Stamina:

(250/250)

Job Details:

Neo,
You did well in your last mission, but there is still more to be done. Thanks to the rumor you passed along, an investigation has been initiated to verify legitimacy. This will be the beginning of your next task, one which will only receive a single chance. You must now disguise yourself as a royal messenger, carry the enclosed packet, and let it fall into the hands of the Fanalis Corps’ investigation force. Get to it.

Damn, thought Adrastos as he let the letter float onto his table. Another test from the Brotherhood of Ash, but this one demanded more effort than the last excursion. He had no idea what a royal messenger would look like. Whoever he chose would be crucial since it would be problematic if they were caught in the same place at the same time. That would mean he would have to wait awhile before attempting anything so he could scout for a proper appearance.

The blue magician stood to go to his closet. He picked out a rather simple outfit that consisted of greys and white, then left his room to begin his search. The best place to find a royal messenger would probably be near the palace. There should be a slew of them somewhere, and if not, at least a few of them should be around. Adrastos looked around with his silver eyes, observing everyone around him. Royal messengers should wear fancy garb to help uphold the image of the royals. If they looked trashy, Adrastos’ doubted anyone would take them seriously.

Out of the corner of his vision, he spotted a man with promise. He was young, perhaps even a bit younger than the blue magician. His hair was blue and stuck up in many directions and he had wide hazel eyes, mirroring that of a child. He wore black with golden trim and attached to his sleeve, on his shoulder, was the insignia establishing him as an official messenger to the royals in government. He was walking away from the castle, away from the city, and toward the gate where he would do whatever he went out there to do. Adrastos didn’t care much for why the lad left, he was just glad he had someone to be.

After a few days had elapsed, the young man that he saw had yet to return to the city of Remano. This only solidified the choice Adrastos had made and signalled the start of the mission. While it was night, the magician left with the package tucked carefully inside his clothing so nobody would notice and made his way outside of Remano. Come morning, Adrastos would be near the gates, but disguised as the messenger using his Thanatos Persona.

The words on the parchment were still seared into his mind as Adrastos, walking under the disguise of the royal messenger, walked to the city gates. It was pleasing to know that he had successfully accomplished his last goal and that it was causing some worry somewhere in the ranks. Now that the spark had started a kindling flame, it was time to feed the fire so it could grow. Oh how Adrastos relished the moment and milked it for all it was worth. So far, everything was going smoothly, but how was he suppose to let this parcel get to the investigation of the Fanalis Corps?

They were probably going to search through all the mail sent to and from Roark, paying close attention for any mention of King Lagi. With that in mind, he could just say the package was for Roark from King Lagi. After all, he was a royal messenger. It was almost too simple, but hey, why complain about simple and argue against it? At least it was something to do. At least he wasn’t wandering around, wondering what to do. No, simplicity was a nice change for now, and it couldn’t have been more amusing.

The royal messenger continued onward toward Remano’s entrance, holding the package under his right arm. Soon, he began to whistle a little tune as he walked. The man was eventually stopped by a city guard though as a hand was placed on his shoulder from behind to halt him. “Excuse me, sir, but who is that packet for?” The messenger turned and blinked in a confused fashion before realizing what was happening. “Oh, right, sorry. You caught me off guard for a moment. I wasn’t expecting to be stopped.” He laughed a little, but the guardian showed no signs of amusement. The messenger cleared his throat. “My apologies, sir. It’s for Roark from King Lagi. I was told to personally deliver this into Roark’s hands.”

The sentry eyed the messenger closely before his eyes landed on the packet that was under the messenger’s arm. “Well, okay then,” he grunted with his hand tightening on his spear before slowly relaxing. The messenger frowned while he adjusted his stance slightly, half facing the guard and half turning to walk away. “Was that all? This is rather important and I don’t wish to be late.” The sentry mumbled something under his breath, but eventually nodded. “Yes. Sorry for keeping you.” The messenger nodded stiffly and continued on his way. The irritation of being stopped was plastered on his face. Now he had to quicken his pace to get the delivery to its proper receiver in time. “If he hadn’t stopped me, I’d be on time. Now I’m delayed. Such a nuisance.”

With a heavy sigh mixed in with a frustrated groan, the royal messenger moved hastily toward the palace.

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WC: 959/500
Magoi: 210/250

Ability Used:

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Solomon's Proxy · 2 Re: The Package is in Their Hands [Job-Solo] 05/08/15, 10:32 pm

Solomon's Proxy

Ω-Tier

Atop the city wall, a Fanalis wearing standard issue Corp garbs rested against a merlon, peering through the slit at the traffic coming in and out of the city. When Shiloh noticed a man dressed as an official Royal messenger, the Fanalis arched a brow and leaned closer to get a better look. The man appeared to be carrying a parcel, which the sentry at the gate inquired about. The Fanalis stiffened when he overheard that it was being delivered to Roark.

He had been one of a select few that Sly had selected to keep an eye on the entrances into the city, searching for any communications that were sent to the Councillors. Pushing himself off the wall, he quickly made his way down the pathway towards the stairs. Since Roark was one of the council members, Sly would definitely want to know about this delivery.

Sly thanked Shiloh, dismissing him. So a Royal messenger had been spotted with a parcel for Roark. While he had not specifically told the few trusted members about who he was hoping to intercept communications from, Fate seemed to be on his side today. Wasting no time, Sly shed his Fanalis Corps gear and changed into something more suitable for the skulking he was most prized for. Dark, inconspicuous clothing that would not hinder his movements but would also go a long way to hiding his various weapons were donned and quickly filled with daggers, needles, and other tidbits he might find useful. His hair was easily covered with a dark cloth and he smudged some dark paint on his face to hide his skin-tone, making him appear dirty and ragged, almost.

After getting the details about the messenger’s appearance, Sly made haste to intercept the package before it arrived at the Palace. He slipped through the city, unnoticed and largely ignored by any that might spot him. It did not take long for him to spot the Royal messenger, the clothing and description he had gotten from Shiloh leaving no mistake in Sly’s mind that the target had been spotted. Looking through the crowd, Sly contemplated the best way to approach the situation. Ideally, he would have liked to have time to investigate whatever was in the parcel and return it, unnoticed, but with the crowd and the necessity of time, he did not think he would be able to return the item. Unfortunately, he could not simply memorize the details of whatever was in the parcel, as Octavius would need definitive proof before approaching anyone. With a sigh, Sly decided to go with the less favorable option of Plan B. He only had to hope that the messenger would not have any idea what was within the parcel.

Slipping forward like a silent shadow, Sly followed his target, waiting for something in his environment or the crowd to give him the advantage he would need. Fate shone its gorgeous face on him yet again as a merchant with a cart towering with barrels wobbled by. Moving with lightning quick speed that only the most trained would ever see, Sly shot forward and used a dagger to slice the rope holding the barrels atop the cart, causing them to roll and crash onto the Royal messenger. The barrels of wine clattered and crashed, breaking open and caused a massive confusion for everyone in the vicinity as the scarlet liquid splashed people rushing to their jobs. The cacophony caused by the barrels had also forced the parcel from the messenger’s hands and Sly moved forward through the throng of angry and concerned people. Acting like he had dropped something, Sly used his years of training and expertise to grab the parcel and open it, pocketing the contents and shoving papers back inside before putting the parcel back on the ground. The process took a few mere seconds and then Sly was slipping back into the crowd, disappearing into the shouting masses who were demanding that the merchant do something for their troubles.

Making a mental note to repay the merchant later for his lost wares, Sly disappeared, making his way back to a safehouse he had by taking a winding route. If anyone were ever to begin to suspect any type of foul dealings, they would not be able to attribute it to the Fanalis Corps or any of its members.

Octavius scowled at the paper Sly had produced. He could always count on Sly to produce results, regardless of if it was the results he wanted to see.

Father,

Meeting with Emperor Yoshiro promising. Seems agreeable to providing support, but will need to think on it. Should be returning soon. I have worked too hard to prove myself to give up without a fight. The throne is mine.

Lagi

Octavius studied the paper again with a grimace before rubbing a hand across his face and looking to Sly, the other Fanalis’ face just as grim. He had not wanted to believe that Lagi would do such a thing, but he could not ignore the proof in front of his face. He had enough evidence now to seek an official meeting with Roark. The idea put a bad taste in his mouth, he and Roark had established a lot of trust and respect in the last two decades, but he could not sit by if Roark intended to support his son in a bid to ruin the work everyone had put in. He gave Sly a hard look, flint in his eyes.

“Send two men to go escort Roark to my office. It is time we had a talk.” He needed to move fast if the information was true. In the event Roark was not aware of Lagi’s true intentions, he owed it to the El Nagi senior to approach him first in a private setting. The meeting would need to be as quickly as possible, preferably before the parcel was discovered to have been compromised.

Adrastos Thanatos · 3 Re: The Package is in Their Hands [Job-Solo] 06/08/15, 12:20 am

Adrastos Thanatos

A-Tier

Character Sheet
Magoi:

(480/480)
Stamina:

(250/250)

The timing of the falling cargo from the cart couldn’t have been more perfect. It caused quite a stir, forcing the crowd to huddle together, shuffle around, scream their complaints, and directed all the attention toward the poor merchant who owned the cart on now spoiled goods. With all the ruckus, nobody would notice that the messenger vanished and was replaced by a young man with long white hair with a wooden staff strapped to his back. However, there was some trouble. The parcel had been dropped and lost somewhere in the mass of stumbling feet and puddles of fine wine. “Damn,” he muttered.

He spun on his heels, trying to look through the shuffling feet to find the dropped package. There was too much movement to see clearly. The red liquid that soaked the ground kept growing in size, resembling the blood-bath of a fresh slaughter. The magician’s eyes scanned the area, but soon his mind was jammed with the sound of furious cries rising all about him. The crowd was getting more agitated by the minute, and Adrastos Thanatos was no exception. Where the hell did it go?!

A few minutes passed, maybe seconds, before his silver eyes rested on the parcel he had been carrying. In a desperate frenzy, he snatched it up. The overall package was completely fine. Not a drop had soiled the delivery and it looked just as it had when he had received it, save for the almost invisible sign that the packet had been breached. He pretended to not notice and directed his attention to the merchant. The anger he felt boiling inside was unleashed on the merchant, a single man that was already on the receiving end on many complaints. “Look what you’ve done! ruining our clothes and disrupting our daily lives!” Nobody looked at him. After all, as far as anyone else was concerned, he was just another victim caught in the accident.

Without wasting anymore time, the magician scurried out of the chaos and slipped into a back alley that was overlooked by many. Making sure nobody was looking, Adrastos looked closely at the parcel to confirm it had been breached. Sure enough it had been opened, probably during the cargo spill in the street. There was no way that was an accident, but there’s only one way to tell. I’ll have to wait for more information.

He promptly stuffed the package into his shirt, making sure it wasn’t noticeable, then walked away, blending into the crowd as easily as he had when he looked like the messenger, and made his way back to the inn.

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WC: 1,412/500
Magoi: 210/250
Thanatos Persona wears off.