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1 Cereal Healer [Solo/Job] on 16/12/16, 09:58 am

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Job Details:

 Job Name: Bloody Rags
Job Rank: B
Job Location: Kou
Job Rewards: 200 Xp/15,000 Huang
Job Overview: A serial killer is on the loose, attacking innocent people to get some sort of sick thrill. He has a steady hunting ground, go there and make sure that he's not a threat any more.

Enemy Details:

Enemy Name: Serial Killer
Rank: B
Needed damage to take down: A
Description: Serial Killer moves at 6 m/s and has a machete that does B-tier damage.
Abilities: 
Gutting Slash – Serial Killer moves his machete at 25 m/s in a horizontal strike across his opponent’s torso, inflicting A-tier damage.
Disarm – Serial Killer uses his machete to strike an opponent’s weapon at 20 m/s and fling it 15 meters away.
Bloody Jab – Serial Killer jabs his blade forward at 20 m/s to inflict B-tier damage.



{Daiguren Yukine}:



Name: Daiguren Yukine {Grand Crimson Lotus Snow}
Tier: B-Tier
Type: Katana
Material: Hand forged 1095 carbon steel 
Appearance: The blade length, and width are 73 cm/28.7 inch and 3.2 cm/1.26 inch. The handle length is 27 cm/10.6 inch. The blade haves an vibrant color reflected in light as blue but is gray in color, the handle being wrapped in turquoise color guards and wrap, showing lotus patterned through the open diamonds. The sheathe is full painted black and designed with an dragon close to the end, the hilt is an flower design of solid metal.


The mourning dawned into arising feeling the streets of Kou with the early morning breeze and the awaking of its many citizens. Birds flying over the homes and houses heading pass the Imperial Palace and nobles home, multiple guards could be heard through the lower commons homes as the grunted in lines behind one another. The humming buzz trailed through the air silently with only some hearing it, one thing off in the morning setting was one district of the city. The setting of moods dramatically changing as one man stood over piles of body, his laugh in audible, a mask across his face and only the swinging of his machete cleaved his targets. 

Scent of blood, fear, and impurities spread through the district none daring to bare witness or address this unsettling tone. The guards routine adverted the one part of the city during nights seeming almost like they were afraid, but during the day they had taken it upon themselves to guard and roam that 'murderous' place. Actions were never taken into account as the only person to ever attempt Justice headed up with his head held on a stake in front of the guard barracks with a mask. That gruesome site stopped the other guards from attempting or even tempting that daring job to catch, the serial killer as his target would change to random to decisive and presitant. Districts feared of it spreading to others, or even the mobility of Imperial Housing, but for the servals cases it only turned up in the one located and directed place. 

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Turning away over to the serial killer, his next target had been taken upon and been preparing for the bloody torture he was planning to take place. Surprising enough the man he had taken was 'over weight', and had a large gut belly almost to a noble. Crickets chipped inside what seem to be a fully encased wooden room, and steel bolts cranking around them. " Chrkk...Chrkkk... You'll... Feel... My.... Pain.."   was heard over and over from a voice in darkness. Only thing peering through the darkness was a metal machete blade pointed at the man's head, crying and begging was heard but the serial killer didn't become phased to such attention. More monotone like speaking accorded. " Pigs... Welch... Slaughter...! " was said once before a clean slice of a robe was heard as the metal cranking stopped, the man had become rash and tried to wiggle out the chair, regardless his efforts sizzling noises were heard. Moments into instances temperatures increasing significantly, wood burning as the man begged for the Serial Killer just standing their watching over his victim. " Cruse, you..! " was the final words spoke as the man burnted alive in agony. The mourning air over in that district filled with the ashes of another man/woman/child to this serial killer. 

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" Oh Dear...goodness, My goodness" the housemaid in the De Lucas's house hold had been washing cloths and accidentally turned Aseroth II's sleeveless haori colors, to a fainted leaf green, his long scarf pink in color. In spite of all this she went and brought him an flowered designed Havana. " Oh, this goes together quite well, Young Aseroth won't be too upset " she's think as she placed the folded clothing inside his room as the large man slept silently in his room.

Word Count: 555/1,500



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2 Re: Cereal Healer [Solo/Job] on 16/12/16, 04:23 pm

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Awakening with a quick stretch fromhis right arm reaching into the sky, wiggling his toes while releasing his yawn from his lips. Placing his arm along the cloth of his sheets pushing it off himself, now standing on the floor boards making them creak underneath his weight, scratching his naked stomach. Running his left hand through his hair, while scratching his stomach with his right, the now awaken Aseroth, moved toward the bathroom. His eyes not fully open this not stopping him from locating his bathroom as he'd hadn't watched his step, falling over 'Daiguren', and just crashed against the boards. The noise traveled through the house servants stopping their work, turning heads quickly all in the same directions of the bedrooms. Feeling the pain spread throughout his body, and as fast as the pain came the faster it went away standing to his feet entering his bathroom, looking into the mirror than down at his new weapon. Speaking into the mirror. " I wonder if they have my strap ready for Daiguren? " he'd question the possibilities to himself. Grabbing his tooth brush Aseroth, brushed his teeth quickly and washed it out with water nothing really serious. Washing his face than blinking short after as his line of sight drawn over to the colored clothing, his expression wide and his eyes bugged out as Aseroth knew something was a mist, when his favorite scarf was turned pink. A yell would release his lips. " MY HAKAME... HAORI!! ", the loud yell making his rooms shake, than it echoed through the house as plates seemed to crack, one particularly  vibrating and shattering completely. About three house maids and two butlers came to Aseroth's room, knocking against wooden door speaking. " Young.. Master are you alright? Please respond " suddenly the door handle twisted and the door swung open. 

They immediately noticed that Aseroth had on his hakame, and sleeveless haori on, the colors complimenting his skin and eyes but Aseroth face was completely red in embrassment. The house maids and butlers were holding back their laughter would be loud and just echo while closing the door returning to their jobs. Aseroth having a pouting face, while grabbing his Daiguren Yukine, heading into the hall knowing this wasn't going to be well so he'd question. " I am mad, and my haori is ruined so don't upset me further. Who did the laundry and messed up my clothing? " The butlers and maids looking around, all but one who was ducking eye to eye contact. " Was if you? Iaoi " staring in the direction of the maid as she'd act like she didn't hear him. Iaoi spoke this time as she looked away, " By accident your clothing got mix together with the others and changed
pigmentation " she stated. " Thanks for that. Order me new clothings, now please " he trying to keep his emotions under locks, while thinking of how to explain this later. " I'll be heading out to find a job or something to blow this off. " telling the other staff, exiting through the front door. The chills of the morning brushing against his face.

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3 Re: Cereal Healer [Solo/Job] on 17/12/16, 12:33 am

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Aseroth making his way across the city, stomping and pressing along small cracks in the ground appearing as he'd seemed to be mad trying to process something. Passing though the city, heading in the direction of the guard barracks the smell of burning wood could be smelt as he grew closer, the thought pasted his mind to why? Questioning to why he'd smell the burning smoke inside the city even thought the blacksmith isn't near them or the guard barracks, this making Aseroth look around and stop in the street. " No Fire Around? Just the smell of burning wood and...Flesh?... Couldn't be? Could it? " Pausing to question himself once more. Forgetting what he was mad about for a second the short spiky haired man, going in his regular pace toward barracks finding the guards no where to be seen in the district. In his cross hairs, was one guard whom seem to be frighten half to death for his own life almost close to pissing his pants, Aseroth asking him from a distance . " Hello Sir, are you okay? Seems like you seen death, or maybe something you shouldn't have? " he'd ask the other guard, only seeing sweat drip down from his forehead. He'd reply with a tremble on his lip. " T-..The Killer.. " the only words spoken as the guard man was completely traumatized, than a strange man appeared from a corner. As Aseroth walked toward the guard they bumped into each other. only to Aseroth respond. " Excuse me Sir, pardon " being polite. The man turned and spitted directly toward Aseroth's saddles , moving his foot back from the disgusting man and the spit, scanning over him with a grimace on his face. " Sir, I kindly advise you apologize and continue with your day " without warning a machete was [/b] drawn and jabbed [/b] forward going directly for the heart aiming for maim and kill.

Upon reaction Aseroth had enough time to step over to the side away from the jab. His face showing no signs of caring about the well being of the man. Drawning Daiguren, positioning its blade in front of himself with a smile. " Please kind sir, attack me again! " The tone rising as his face shown his frustration. The violent man placed his right foot forward and pivoted left rotating to face Aseroth. Gutting Strike the machete going horizontal to Aseroth only to be intercepted by the blade held inside Aseroth's grasp. Positioning his right foot between the killer, and swinging his free fist around the blades going to slam his open fist at the temple of the man. Their steel clashing against each other as the man didn't anticipated the fist to come across his jawline. Flying left across the ground skidding trying to pick himself up quickly. Aseroth pushed off his left foot toward the man blade readying to slice. Slicing vertically at the man chest while he got up leaving for either a short response or none at all. The Killer held his machete up to prod the blade, leaving Aseroth the opening again for kicks or fist based strikes. Blood would begin to draw from both men, the blade of the machete had sliced through his haori, and hakame leaving a medium cut across his torso while the killer had suffer from possible hairline fracture.  Removing Daiguen from the clash than positioning himself to stab downward swiftly going for the middle of his left shoulder and neck. The killer getting short spans of dizziness from the fracture still swing his blade toward Daiguren's blade. Another collusion leaving both Aseroth and the killer open for attack. Pushing forth his right foot into the chest of the killer crushing the rib cage and forcefully pushing him away. His breath rasp as he'd breath out wheezing for air that slowly becoming grasp as blood was spat across the ground. Slicing diagonally across the torso of the killer hopefully making it deep enough for him to bleed out along the ground. Aseroth calming his temper knowing this isn't himself but his fanalis origins, knowing it certain times and places to release that thirst against enemies. Wisking the blood off his blade before placing it back inside its sheathe. Leaving over to the guard once more. " Um.. Please gather that 'up' and lets report back " Aseroth said leaving it to that guard heading to the barracks in another district to report.

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