Crushing spiders[Job/Ganbo/Taavetti]

Job Name:A Returning Infestation Part I
Job Rank: D
Job Location: Reim
Job Reward: 50 XP | 3,000 Huang
Job Prerequisites: N/A
Job Overview: There rumors saying that the Black Spiders are back in Reim and they’re doing business outside and inside city walls. Your job is to investigate these claims, and once you are done report your findings to Reim officials.

Leaving the Unity Corps headquarters with Ganbo, he lifted his hands to his head. They were just briefed on the rumors of the Black Spiders returning to Reim after they had been chased out once before. Apparently, they were a group who captured and sold slaves.  He was sure Ganbo felt the same as him in the terms of how to deal with them. It was almost funny how they only ended up in the Unity Corps due to their actions with dealing with slavers beforehand. Since joining they hadn't done too much in the area of dealing with slaves, but at least he knew the info before other did, that was a bonus.


Looking over his shoulder and up to Ganbo's face, he sighed before speaking to the mountain of a man. "So, we're going to act out of uniform on this one right? I understand them trying to gain some intel and all but capturing these guys... We need to show them a message, one in which they will know to never come back here again...   He'd listen to Ganbo's words if there was any, if not he would just walk along. Of course, the fanalis had his armory worn on his body, his yo-yo on his upper back, his hammer on his lower back, his dart gun on his right arm, and shield and sword paired together worn on his left arm. In the pocket of his uniform, he had his three vials of poison and around the straps of his gloves his darts for his glove while one was loaded into the chamber already.

He was always ready for battle, and this time he hoped it was a good and long one, he really wanted to make an example outta these guys.  

WC 305/500

Stamina: 410/410
Magoi: 90/90
Ammo:5/5

They had just been briefed a couple minutes ago, with that Knuckles and Ganbo were off. As they exited the headquarters of the Unity Corp he'd chuckle at the situation they had been put in. It wasn't anything to out of the ordinary in fact some would say it was their signature kind of case. Knuckles would open up the conversation, he wanted go incognito on this mission. Hmm, I guess all this military training is paying off for his tactical skills. "Yeah, that sounds pretty smart actually. We'll make sure they learn Reim isn't an easy target. Really drive it home since these cats don't seem to understand this is our city. Sometimes he reveled in the violence, today wasn't one of those days for Ganbo. Today it would be just another day on a job, this one paying a little bit better for being military work. It was at least a beautiful enough day, a clear blue sky greeted Ganbo and Knuckles as they moved down the steps of headquarters."So, is your noble boyfriend tagging along? You could of been open with me if that's how you felt the whole time." Ganbo spoke in a joking enough tone that Knuckles could catch. After letting Knuckles respond Ganbo would ask "So where do we want to start investigating first? My bet would be either dock or slums to find some information."

Regardless of what decision they came to Ganbo would follow Knuckles as he lead the way to their destination. Once there he'd mostly just look intimidating and let Knuckles ask the question unless he asked for direct help. He hoped that this job didn't end up all wacked out like one of their last ones. Ganbo shivered thinking of fighting undead again, it took him days to get the smell out of his hands.

WC: 306

It has been awhile since he had such dining. Nor has he been able to find many areas to his liking in Reim to eat. One dish he found rather good was the turkey legs he once bit into, but now he finds himself on more luxurious tasting trip around looking for something divine to feast upon. He has not been informed of any new information since repairing a previous owners bow, and he has attained quite a mutual relationship with a blacksmith, and daughter. Even, Taavetti now notices Gero disappearances to hang with the blacksmith in his smithry. Wondering the streets was his goal until he could actually find a decent enough dining establishment, and it was just making him frustrated.


“ Where’s a great food place. I’m so sick of crappy tavern food. ” He’d exclaim in a crowd of people, some people shot disgust toward the way he spoke. Stopping in front bar to get a quick drink, haven’t gotten parched from talking. It was a real chill vibe, or mood one could say in the building during a fine evening. He felt it was nice, so he was going to stay for a while, unless something unexpected happened.

Word Count: 203/500

As the joke came to his ears Knuckles placed his hands on his head as he turned his torso a bit to look at Ganbo giving him a stern look. "I had no idea he was noble, but if we see him sure. I think it would be a good test to see where he comes from on the point of slavery. It's noticeable that he's one of them right?" Ganbo knew what he was referring to, the type of clothing and jewelry was often seen at slave trades, his friend came from the slave country. So fat Taavettii seemed to not be about the slaving but he was also fronting them the entire time, as was Knuckles and a tad bit Ganbo. Taav had let it slip, his accent and claims to being a prince, he might have been angry but he was also close to dying.

Ganbo suggested two places to gather intel, Knuckles, of course, nodded agreeing with him, "I bet if we head to the docks we can see parts of slave gear moving in. We both know that they get paid off the most there. The Slums would be funnier, but this is serious I'd say we get some good proof." It was unlike Knuckles to steer away from ruffing up some goons, but that just spoke home much this meant to him, he didn't want them to know they were coming until it was too late.

As they walked down the way he could see amongst the ocean of black and red haired people long white locks, it could be no other than the very man they were speaking of. He had just entered into a bar that others seemed to like, Knuckles preferred the ones in his area. Cheap, smelly, and good people. By good, he meant people who knew how to look with their eyes closed. "Speak of the devil." He faced back forward as he handed towards the bar. Kicking the door open Knuckles lowered his right arm pointing to the Helio man. "HANDS UP AND DON'T MOVE, YOU'RE COMING WITH US PUNK!"


WC:675/500
Stamina:
Magoi:
Ammo:5/5

Following  Knuckles down to the dock, evidence of Reim's vastness lingered around them. From the smell of multiple cultures cooking for any eager customer, to the sound of children moving through the streets. Even now as Ganbo walked down the street in his uniform there was barely space to make a path. For Ganbo and Knuckles the crowd made way easy enough, whether from their appearance or uniform mattered little to Ganbo. It was then that Knuckles darted off, Damn I wonder who he saw to dart like that. I hope its not one of his rivals or something rather stay on task. following Knuckles to the entrance of the bar.

He'd burst in behind Knuckles, Ganbo still wasn't sure if this was a real situation or not. "I SAID  PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR. I SEE YOU OVER THERE IN THE CORNER DON'T TEST ME." Looking around the room Ganbo would see Taavetti and chuckle realizing the situation. After letting Knuckles continue Ganbo would approach the bar and order a gin and tonic.

WC:175 + 306 = 481

He had just stepped into the small establishment, and nothing seemed too far out the blue. All the people didn’t stare this time, and some recognized him as the disgusting fighter with Knuckles, and Ganbo. He just knew they thought that from the look of disgust on their faces, but that didn’t bother him. Simple sign from his lips. He came to sit at the bar, starting the tap on the counter, before two men behind him had walked in. That caught the people’s attention, and sure enough it was being held. “ PUT YOUR HANDS UP “. He heard someone say that, and than another chimed in. He almost laughed if it wasn’t in his direction, he knew he had just been called, how could he not. “ Look, I haven’t done nothing wrong here. ” He’d kindly say before turning around, to noticed the fanalis, and giant.

He felt betrayed, but this could all of been a joke. Maybe play along? Not yet, Taavetti knew what he had to say. “ Where art thou justice? I am just a traveller whom been falsely accused. I want just, and won’t stand for this. Now present me your, heads! ” If he was not putting up such a false front, one of the people would have thought this to be real, but Taavetti short after bursted into laughter, walking up to his older friends. “ It’s been a while, Knuckles, Ganbo. You in good spirits my friends? ” Now leaning back against the counter, awaiting for drink to come.

WC: 463/500

Once Taavetti turned as said his bit, Knuckles was fighting his laughter, he couldn't hold it much longer.  The two would start laughing in sync as the patrons of the bar seemed oddly confused. The sounds of them going back to their activities shortly followed the silence of the room. What had made this whole thing amusing was Ganbo's bit talking to some random fuck in the corner of the room. That dude's face was priceless!   After catching his breath he smiled as he looked over to his old friend.  "Oh high spirits indeed! We just got word of some nasty stuff coming back into Reim. There's a group called the Spider's. The dabble into slave trafficking. We're about to hit up the area pressure some people into talking, observe that area, see what we can find out. " Looking over his friend Taavetti he snapped his fingers. "Oh man if you were to help you could play the part of a buyer! People would buy it given your style of dress." He looked over to Ganbo to see his reaction and thoughts of the idea if he had any. Whichever they were Knuckles would lead the way out of the bar.  The shipping docks weren't too far away, all they had to do was look for some big muscle guys who dressed like shit but wore gold or silver, anything to show they were making some money but were from the slums.  It wouldn't be hard, and if Taavetti would take part, then all they had to do was convince someone he was looking for some slaves.


WC 281+675= 856/500
Stamina 410/410
Magoi 90/90  
Ammo5/5

After the ruse was up Ganbo would laugh alongside Knuckles. Then listen as he explained the plan, Knuckles had asked Taavetti if he'd like to play the part of buyer. Wouldn't be a bad idea since he would fit right in with some of the potential customers. Ganbo would wait to hear Taavetti's response before commenting. The bar had calmed down already, and as Ganbo glanced around he recognized a fan here or there. The silence filled with the chatter of 8 different conversations, as one timid man shied up to where they were standing. From the look on his face, Ganbo surmised he was a fan, sure enough as he got closer to Ganbo he pulled out what looked like a ticket. Before he could even ask, Ganbo would sign the fan's ticket with a pen he kept on him for such occasions. He'd smile and run off when he turned back to the party Knuckles was already getting ready to leave . Patting his pockets quick to make sure nothing had dropped out.

After hearing Taavetti's answer Ganbo would speak."So how has Reim been suiting you Taavetti? Do you like the city or can you not wait to be home?" Ganbo was just making small talk, and whether they were walking towards the harbor because Taavetti had agreed to his plan or they were preparing to leave he'd say it. After listening to Taavetti's answer he'd follow Knuckles wherever they were going.

WC: 481 + 243 = 724

Taavetti, hasn’t been in some action in a minute so going along with the duo was in his reality right now. Listening to Knuckles, than Ganbo. “ Well Knuckles, I’m down for the journey as long as it won’t take up too much time. I got something else to get under my wraps, maybe y’all can help me beforelong with it. Who knows. ” Being a buyer would be simple. Not just a attempt at it, but it would fit perfectly with him because spending money was the easiest for him. Taavetti, also took notice in how they observed his fancy style of clothing, but he wouldn’t pay it no mind for now.

Ganbo had spoken up, and his heavy voice rung in his ears as usual. “ I haven’t thought much of home since I’ve been in Reim. It’s treated me well besides the eyes, and the coliseum was a thrill. ” Grabbing his cup, and downing the drink inside it. Taavetti felt his hair, and than proceed to pat Ganbo on the shoulder, and walk passed him. Knuckles was the lead, and Ganbo was right beside him, as for him he tailed behind awaiting to see their destination.

Their destination was the docks, and Taavetti would have to sneak off from Knuckles, and Ganbo. Going from an alley, than through to some merchants haggling to themselves. Wedging his way into a group of men talking prices. “5,000 huang for the spider.” One merchant selling a golden piece of jewelry looking like a spider. Pricing on it rising like a auction, but Taavetti was just gonna play along. “ 6,000 huang! ” He raise the price, like it was. Nodding to Knuckles, and Ganbo. It wasn’t obvious the merchant knew about the spiders, but he had a spider themed piece of jewelry.

WC: 771/500

It seemed all was going to plan now, Taavetti had agreed to lend a helping hand, in return Knuckles would do the same when he needed it. Taavetti might have been a bit younger than Knuckles, but he had his wits about him, even Ganbo seemed to be warming up, or rather not showing his hate for him so openly now. Once they got closer to the docks and Taavetti separated from Knuckles and Ganbo, Knuckles would look up. The buildings around this area were mostly warehouses, they were made with metals as Reim's ports were a booming business since the council started running things, likely underhanded money was involved but nothing he seemed to care about. For now, Knuckles was worried about these slavers and destroying their rein before it would even start.

One of the buildings would have a stairwell leading to the second story, a single easy leap for Knuckles and Ganbo no doubt if Ganbo was following, he didn't want their uniforms to scare off anyone who might be selling to Taavetti so this was a good place. Knuckles would crouch down over the ledge looking down at the bidding was going up, his white-haired friend had joined the circle. It was clear at this point that the object at hand was a golden spider jewelry piece, it might have been a symbol for something, "6,000!" came from the Heilo man, those around him sorta paused for a moment before another jumped it up. "6,200!" Things were starting to look up.

While the bid was ongoing Knuckles would look around scanning the area, his nose could pick up the stench that could be only one thing and he knew it well. There was a certain smell made from people being locked into a box while being shipped over, biomatter with sweat and heat made this one of a kind scent, something overlooked as the odor of pest. He knew better. Looking over to his Giant friend if he was near him or not he'd point down to a create where he was getting the smell.

It seemed now the bid was coming to an end and it was time to see if this leads them to a sales of a slave or not.

Ganbo would chuckle as Taavetti walked past him patting his shoulder. They would leave the bar in a hurry as Knuckles moved fast. Walking through the city, Ganbo didn't notice anything particularly off, as they got closer to the docks that would change. There was something about being in uniform that attracted attention in the docks. As they started to pass through the warehouses Ganbo would keep rotating his head trying to stay attentive for possible conflict. It wasn't long until they ran into what look like a deal being made in an alleyway. They would split paths here, Taavetti would move forward to pursue the deal, while Ganbo and Knuckles jumped up to a rooftop. Once there Ganbo would crouch down observing, Taavetti below.

Knuckles was scanning, as well but unlike Ganbo he actually found something. He gestured towards a crate, a rather large one, definitely capable of holding humans.Oh boy, that better not be what I think it is. Then again it has been a while since we got really bloody. Just got to make sure that one of them stays alive, we are never the best at that. He'd start glancing down at how many bodyguards the merchant had. It didn't seem to be many but more might be hiding in one of the buildings. For now Ganbo would wait to see if the signal was given from Knuckles or Taavetti.

WC: 724 + 234 = 958

Taavetti had did a quick left, right head turn making sure none of the roaming guards of the dock came around before hurrying to place a higher bid. “ 8,000 Huang! ” He yelled, and almost immediately the other men knew their bids were losing, no one was going against it. The bidder who had just won now was Taavetti, and he knew he just secured the bag. “Right this way, Sir” The man calling out the numbers said, nodding his head twice before an large man came from the shadows almost out of thin air. “Follow him to your prize. Be sure to come back again.” He had a nice calming tone, but you could also tell how wick he was behind all that fake comfort he tried to give. “ I’ll be on my way

Following the large man for a good 5 minutes down back alleys in the darkness. Only so much light made the giant visual. ‘ This dude size reminds me of Ganbo. I wonder If Ganbo can take this dude, that would be a site to see. ‘ He thought as they came to a stop in front of a tall crate. “ Am I getting a exotic animal or something? It’s starting to smell like fish. . . It’s starting to look fishy, as the large giant of a man opens the crate, and several people chained together look up helplessly. The site was almost troubling, but Taavetti wasn’t going to let that show. “ Here. “ The voice was loud, and raspy. Sounded like years of smoking was behind him, but he presented one young slave in front of Taavetti. “ Uhh… Thanks? Young lady, you care to come with me? He said, throwing his hand up as a signal for Knuckles, and Ganbo.

WC: 1075/500

The bid ended, with it Taavetti was on the move and Knuckles followed from above, they were heading right towards the crate he was getting the stench from. When the crate opened Knuckles was able to see a gang of people within its wooden walls. His blood began to boil, his fanalis rage was taking its hold on the man. Without even a moments notice Knuckles was gone, Taav's hand hadn't even been fully raised before Knuckles was on site. His appearance likely took all-around Taavetti by surprise, he had appeared out of nowhere. ""EARS!" He yelled before taking in a deep breath then exhaling letting his roar stagger those who were not covering their ears for a moment, giving him and his party enough time to get a hand on these guys before they could run.

Grabbing the man who had lead Taavetti here from the Auction Knuckles Squeezed his arm snapping the bones with his Fanalis strength, the man would yell in pain as Knuckles slammed him to the ground, the slaves were screaming at the sight of violence and likely the aggression of it. BY now his friends would have likely gathered up anyone who was running away.

"It's time to talk punk.."

Ganbo would smile, as Knuckles stepped away and appeared in front of Taavetti who was now at the crates. Ganbo would watch as all the men scattered to the wind, putting his hands to his ears at the sight of Knuckles breathing in. After the roar shook up the slaver's men Ganbo would watch for any people trying to make a quick escape. There were only two of them being a man around Ganbo's size, I guess we'll see if they are even worth my time. He would open his mouth and his tongue would dart out at incredible speed,towards the back of the men. It would connect each time with a loud snap, as Ganbo would crack each of their spines.He'd be careful to not kill them though just leave them paralyzed. He couldn't think of a more fitting and severe punishment on the fly. Sometimes living is torture, got to make sure its not quick for those who don't deserve death.

Afterwards he'd stow his tongue back into his mouth. He'd continue to give over watch over his comrades. He'd wait for another signal from Knuckles that they were leaving, once that was happening he would trail behind them. Another easy request, I wonder if they'll need me for the interrogation.

WC: 215 + 958 = 1,173
Stamina: 230/275

Skill Used:

Taavetti, covered the woman's ears as she pressed her frail, and weak body against his torso. He had not covered his ears, well he could not at the moment seeing in how everything happened so fast. It was like a red flash, a quick secession from movement, to natural ability, to now Knuckles holding the large man. Taavetti, staggered a bit after removing his hands from the woman’s ear. He would look over her damaged body, he’s seen abuse before back in Heliohapt. Taavetti, was glad they showed up to help these people.

Loud snaps were coming from alleyways connected around the crate. He thought it must’ve been, Ganbo rounding up the surrounding runaways. He trusted that these two knew what their was doing. “ I’ll check up on the rest ” Stepping away from the woman, to get check up on the people still inside the crate. There was about six people. 3 Adults, and 3 Children. Secreting oils from his palm onto the chains, the metal quickly rusted than snapped with little strength. Come with me, we have a lot to accomplish with getting y’all back to your families. ” He would say leading one child out with his hand, and pushing the large doors open.

Taavetti, would await for further direction, unless he saw something else to do. The slaves huddled next to one another looking at the large man who was now being clutched by the fanalis, seeing and awaiting to hear the noises he made, just like how he made them scream.

Knuckles noticed how Taavetti protected the woman over himself from the roar, that was enough for Knuckles to know the true person he was under them fancy clothes he wore. Knux heard the sound of bodies dropping he looked up to see Ganbo's tongue retracting to his mouth and gave him a smile. All the proof was there, the transaction, the slaves, the trade. The only thing they needed now was a location of where they were getting the slaves from, and who they were working for verbally. With Taaveti handling the slaves, Knuckles knew it was better that way, they just have seen the damage he could do and he saw it before when he freed slaves in the past. They looked at him like a monster but it was okay because he was.

He looked back up to Ganbo and gave him a nod letting him Know they were moving. Knuckles would secure the other men of course and toss them in the crate that the slaves were in. He'd then take a nearby chain and wrap it around the crate before placing his back to the side of the crate, bending his knees he'd lean forward and pull the chains over his shoulders flipping the crate onto his back. He'd then stand up straight like nothing was odd about what he was doing. "Please come with us, I'm with the Unity Corps of this country, we are like the high-level law enforcement agents of the country. Come with us and we can see about getting you guys home are settling you in."

Knux would then start to lead the way back to the unity Corps HQ, appearing at the gate he'd speak with the gate guard before they were all allowed through. They were told to meet in debriefing building 3, once arriving there Knuckles would drop the crate from his back letting it slam into the ground, he was sure this would hurt those worthless shits.

Ganbo would follow them back to the Unity Corp HQ, when Knuckles dropped the crate of their new prisoners it would crack a bit from the force. Looking at some of the terrified eyes in the crates, Ganbo decided to take an easy opportunity to possibly get good information. He would walk up to crate and drop a vertical hammer fist on the crate. Aiming for one of their heads, the first sound was crack of the wooden crate, it was the second that had the others erupt in crying and screaming. The squish of the man's brain being crushed by his fracture skull almost seemed to echo in the debriefing room. "Wow, amazing I never knew maggots skull crushed the same as humans. So look here is the deal, one of you is going to tell me where you purchased these slaves. I don't want to hear excuses, complaints names any of that shit...Ganbo would pause here wiping off his fist on the dead man's clothes."Now, here comes the kicker whoever tells me first gets to leave right now. You'll be exiled from the country but other then that you'd be free. So on the count of 3 whoever is first. 1....2.....3!" One of the more bloodied men would speak as his voice carried out the hole. He blathered off locations and individuals at a rapid rate, Ganbo would smile at Knuckles letting him get all the relevant information. He had to clean up the room before one of the superiors saw, last time he left blood there had been a pay dock. Not much had splattered off the crate, Ganbo walked off into the janitor closet and returned starting to clean.

WC: 283 + 1173 = 1,456

“ I shall take my leave. Lady please take care, and don’t end up in slavery again. See you Knuckles, Ganbo. ” With that he would stroll off from the nearest alleyway. He wasn’t sure where he was, but he roamed the streets once more looking for food. Helping those people worked wonders on his appetite which he didn’t quench from earlier. Rubbing his belly, and scratching his head looking around at the seafood based shops upset him, he wanted something more than bad breath, and the taste of cooked or raw fish.

Walking hunched over, Taavetti went into a crappy bar like before. They had something at least not fish related, and now he sat readying to eat some roasted boar. He hadn’t had boar before, but everything was a first.

[EXIT]

Knuckles smiled at Ganbo's actions, it got them the intel they needed, they were indeed getting their slaves from the Black spider, a group that had been thought to be pushed out of the country before, but it seemed the council of Reim had fallen short on seeing it through, that or someone was working with them. Either way Knuckles jotted down the information, Ganbo would return with the cleaning and he'd assist with the clean up. As they finished the Supervisor entered, told them they did a good ob then sent them away. It was a good thing they got what they needed before he arrived. After exiting Taavetti was long out of sight by this time. Shrugging he guessed he didn't want any further part in it, understandable seeing such sites would cause normal people to have a odd feeling about it, but he also came from a country were it was normal. For Knuckles all it did was drive the anger of wanting to kill everyone involved with slave deeper into his core. If there was anyone around that could see Ruhk, they would notice the black ruhk flowing around them. "This time, we can kill more of them... And we take these uniforms off to do it."

-Exit-

Ganbo would smile as they walked out of the interrogation room. Their superiors were impressed per usual, by now they had to know of Ganbo's and Knuckles unorthodox methods. Typical, I bet one day they'll estrange us as villains but as long as we bend the knee. They don't care what we do, that's fine with me. As they walked out and Knuckles talked about the game plan, Ganbo smiled and said. "Of course theirs not a chance that she'd want to clean all of that blood out the uniform would probably just make me a new one. Anyways I like the feel of it on my skin sometimes, its like swimming in the life force of others. They'd walk out of the building, probably to go find Taavetti at whatever bar he wandered off too.

-Exit