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RPG World of Remnant => The Vale Region => Topic started by: Ordelis on February 17, 2017, 10:59:49 AM
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To whom this may concern
A certain village by the name of Rahasya has come to our attention with peculiar characteristics.
The first point of interest is the speed in which it seemed to have been created seemingly overnight, most villages are created when a large group of individuals decide to leave one of the great cities away from its laws. However no one seems to know the origins of this particular village. No other village, town, or city recognizes any of its inhabitants and asking them directly seems to be met with no answers.
The second point of interest is the villages lack of traditional defenses. While most villages organically have it's inhabitant guardians protect the village and if they're lucky the natural terrain. The village of Rahasya on the other hand seem to have no fighters what so ever. In fact those who have seen the village report they do not see any weapons at all. It's only line of defense seems to be it borders the ocean on one side and a massive rock wall cliff surrounds the village on two other sides providing it only one entrance.
The third point of interest is the how this village has survived without any natural defenses. One visitor of the village has noted that it's inhabitants were extremely hospitable, kind, and welcoming. While these gestures were appreciated by the visitor, the visitor also notes this was to an almost extreme degree, almost forced. The visitor suggests the reason for the lack of Grimm attacks to be the opposite of the Grimm's natural attraction, positivity.
The fourth point of interest is whenever a team of Huntsman have visited the village the inhabitants had seemingly turned a cold shoulder to them. The village that was rumored to be extremely kind and hospitable for some reason had a massive dislike of Huntsman.
Finally the most disturbing point of all a Huntsman by the name of Regat Grane was last heard to have entered the village and hasn't been heard from since. While it may be possible Regat was an unfortunate victim of natural Grimm, suspicion turns to the village of Rahasya.
To whom this may concern our request is thus
-Whereabouts of the Huntsman Regat Grane
-Investigate the village of Rahasya
Upon accepting of this request one criteria is required to be met. Large weapons are prohibited, small easily concealable weapons are allowed but by no means should they be obviously visible. Weapon lockers may be summoned to your location but this is highly discouraged unless necessary. Remember you must conceal your identities as Huntsmen/Huntress in order to gain the trust of the village to investigate and reveal what secrets they hide( if any).
Upon accepting the mission a bullhead had picked up the team for the mission and was currently on its way to its intended target village. The pilot of the bullhead turned to the team and warned "You all on the way to that weird village? nothing wrong with that just be careful with the area on the way, I've heard rumors of a particularly nasty bandit tribe wandering the area"
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Sherwood sits into his seat in the back of the bullhead, his legs stretched out and his head is tilted back against the headrest as if he were trying to see through the ceiling. However his eyes are closed and the Huntsman in training is actually lost in thought.
ASPN had been together for awhile now and things have settled into a new normal. Sherwood is momentarily amused that missions and combat classes are now what he considers normal, but his mind wanders back to the mission at hand. It seemed to be anything but normal compared to the two dozen Grimm hunting missions on the first year board. He understood that the staff filters through the missions, bumping them back up to Huntsman tier if the mission is too challenging or gauging them for the different year students. He certainly did not doubt their estimations. But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't more apprehensive for this mission given it's strange parameters.
The bullhead shakes lightly from either turbulence or a shift of the stick. Sherwood's head bounces against the seat rest and he grimaces. He can't get used to the air travel, though it might be too early to say as he can count how many times he's ridden in bullhead on one hand. Rolling his shoulders to work out the brand new crick in his neck, he hears the pilot's warning.
"Thanks for the head's up." Sherwood replies. He brushes his hand on the sole weapon he has on his person, his hunting knife from his hunting days.
The handle shows it's age well; there's a slight crack in the pommel and the leather wrapping around the handle has frayed in places, the whole of the leather thinned and weakened. The blade, while no longer polished and sheen has been well maintained and is still as serviceable as it was almost a decade ago when he received it.
Of course, Sherwood's never used the knife for anything other than skinning and cutting meat. But something is better that nothing, with Tristram in his locker at Beacon.
"If we encounter them..." Sherwood says towards the pilot, but turns to his team. "Ah suppose we're in ah heap of trouble?" he says with a sheepish smile.
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Though covered from head to toe in his usual attire, Persimmon felt naked without his weapons and ammo. A simple black belt replaced the strap on his rifle that normally held his cloak in place. His hood was down to appear more friendly to the people they would inevitably be forced to deal with. He still carried a weapon, of course. Concealed deep underneath all of his clothing was a silenced handgun, three magazines for which were stowed away at a different part of his body. During what time they had to prepare, Persimmon had extensively practiced drawing and loading this weapon; he had gotten the time down to seven seconds flat from fully dressed to armed and dangerous.
"There won't be trouble," Persimmon muttered in response to Sherwood's comment, "as long as you two let us do the talking." He smirked and gestured towards Argent and Noctis as he said this. It was hard to really trust anyone but himself on this mission, but it was probably for the best that he didn't openly doubt their leader.
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Argent sat unarmed in the bullhead with a relaxed posture, leaning back in his seat. He had decided to leave his weapon back at Beacon without putting much thought into the matter. Argent was only capable with large weapons, so him bringing a small weapon that he couldn't use correctly would just be worse than nothing; especially with the possibility of getting caught with it. The faunus also knew that it helped that his combat clothes were regular clothes, too. Argent turned to Persimmon, with a smile beginning to form on his face.
"Hey, what is that supposed to mean? I can be quite the charismatic faunus, I'll have you know." Argent smirked. "And by 'let us do the talking' do you mean you'll..pop a cap in them, as it were?"
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Noctis didn't mind leaving Divine back at Beacon, what he did mind was the fact that he had to buy a new holster that hides his guns at his lower back and color his hair all black per the suggestion of his sister. His ammo bag had to be shifted slightly along with wearing a longer sweater to conceal his firearms. Overall he felt fine, walking around without weapons is something he is used to doing since volunteering at a hospital prohibits the presence of any weapon regardless if you are huntsmen.
Now this whole issue with making these people trust him was possibly the easiest thing for him to do the problem is that he can be shy at times. Overhearing Percy say that he and Sher should do the talking which isn't a bad idea, but that doesn't sit well with Noctis.
"Sure, sure. I think it would be safe for me to speak with them. I'm much more social than the three of you. No offense of course." Noctis says while typing on his scroll.
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"Whoever it is you speak to out there make sure you look out for a [REDACTED], that's apparently their mark for bandit brotherhood"
"Alright this is as far as I can take you, a couple of kids leaving a bullhead is an obvious giveaway for huntsman so your gonna have to walk the rest of the way, just follow this road all the way, take a left at the fork and you should be there within the hour, alright Good Luck!"
The pilot gently landed the bullhead in an ordinary grassy plain with a well-used dirt road that looked to stretch all the way to a series of small valleys.
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Sherwood chuckles at Noctis's comment. "Certainly more social than me. Ah still can't figure out how ahll that social networking stuff works." Sherwood gives a nod to the pilot and steps down the ramp of the bullhead.
"Ah won't complain if any of you to do the talking." He says, shading his eyes from the sun with one hand. "Ah should feel homesick thinkin about going to a small border town, but... something about this whole mission don't sit right with me."
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"What does sit right with you, farm boy?" Persimmon asked jokingly. He stretched out and hopped out of the bullhead, taking in the environment and looking for possible perches before realizing he wouldn't need one.
Persimmon was wary of the idea of this village. No group of people could live in absolute peace and solitude; one bad egg would ruin it for everybody. There must be something sinister behind the scenes here. Good ol' smooth Percy was confident that he would be the one to uncover it.
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"Thank you." Argent say to the pilot before stepping down the ramp. He cracked his back as he turned to his teammates.
"So, what do you think is off about this village? or more importantly...What do you think has happened to Regat Grane? That's why we're here, after all. Well, one of the reasons."
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Noctis walks down the ramp following closely to his team mates.
"We can try and ask around and by we I mean me." Noctis says. "Unless someone else wants to do it?"
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Sherwood smiles lightly at Persimmon's prodding. He's grown used to the faunus's jokes and teasing, considering it the baseline for a relaxed Persimmon.
"Ah can't say what could cause a graduated Huntsman to disahppear. Ah can admit Ah think if it's hostile, four students aren't going do fair any better than ah Huntsman." He says, answering Persimmon and Argent both.
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Persimmon had kinda hoped Noctis would keep his gay ass fuckboi mouth shut for most of this mission, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen. "I'll ask around, talk to anyone who seems important. Careful what we say though. If we mention the lost huntsman by name, we'd better be damn sure it doesn't draw suspicion onto us."
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"It'd also be suspicious if the four of us walked in and we all started asking around. Maybe we can have someone stay on the lookout for anything weird while one or two of us talk to people? We don't want anyone caught snooping around, though." Argent said to his team.
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Noctis pulled out his scroll to pretend to use it to observe how his team was handling this whole situation. It was quite entertaing really. He smiled to himself and just continued following.
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"Ah like that idea Argent." Sherwood says with a smile to his teammate. "Ah'll see ahbout setting us up in ahn inn in Rahasya, and we can call that our home base. Ah'll people watch after that, see Ah notice anything."
Sherwood looks to the rest of the team. "Ah'd say two of us can handle asking ahround." He looks to his partner, pauses for a second, then shrugs. "And Ah suppose the last way to go ahbout this is doin some snooping. Followin folks, eavesdropping... That kind of thing. It's riskier, but might pay off faster."
Sherwood stretches his arms over his head, fingers cracking. "Whatever you all want to do is fine by me though. S'long as we stick to our roles."
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"Not like you can stop me anyway." Of course Sherwood knew this; Persimmon was just saying it out of formality at this point. Just like Sherwood was only giving instructions out of formality.
Persimmon actually hadn't thought of tailing anyone. Maybe that could be a good idea. Maybe he should do that. And this is why you never wanna put ideas in his head.
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"I'd say me tailing people would be a bit too risky. Y'know, I might stick out. Would you be opposed to snooping, Persimmon? I think it suits you, with that whole cloak and dagger thing you have. Well, cloak and pistol, now."
Argent asks, knowing how much he would stick out if he were to be the one snooping about, especially with his massive, hard..tusks.
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"I can stay with tusk boy. Percy can do all the snooping."Noctis says still idely acting as if he was doing something important on his scroll.
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Persimmon nodded agreement, secretly grateful of his newly assigned role. He pulled his hood up and planned to keep it there for most of the remainder of the mission.
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"Alright then. Probably don't want to head into town together either. No need to give away we're ah team." Sherwood says. "When we get there we'll space ourselves out. Ah'll send you where the room is when ah can so we can meet up." he says, tapping the pocket his scroll is resting in.
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With the team deciding each others roles and splitting up, Noctis and Argent found what was obviously the village they were looking for. The road lead along the sea on the left side and a huge rock wall that surrounded the rest of the village on the right of the road. One ordinary sized wooden house came within immediate view with the rest of the structures immediately behind it. An expanding farm could be seen on the far side with a particularly Long middle house was seen in the center, surrounded by smaller versions of the same building which looked to be either ordinary shops or homes. As Notcis and Argent approached the village a scraggy broken voice sounded from the only home within their sight. "Ah Hello travelers! Welcome to our little village my name is Antra Sataya, so glad to have you with us!Please rest with us, would you like some refreshments? Some food perhaps? Are you in need of any supplies? I can happily share with you anything you'll need"
Waiting for Argent and Noctis to get out of sight Sherwood stayed behind without being obviously visible to any wandering eyes, hiding behind a boulder for some time he wondered if it was about a good time to go when he heard a feminine voice bark out at him "Hey you! what're you doing out here!"
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Sherwood fought the urge to jump at the unexpected voice. Keeping relaxed against the boulder, he gives a small wave in the direction of his guest.
"Ah'm enjoying the woods, as they are. No better perk to ah border town than the tranquility away from the city." He says. Nothing he said was a lie and that helps him to relax again, seeming as natural as anyone.
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Persimmon's first approach on the village was a simple sweep about the major areas of town, mapping the village in his mind as he moved with the flow of the people. He made a point of doing this early so as to have a basic layout of the village in mind before his allies entered. With that done, he confirmed the status of the rest of his team. Along the outskirts of town, he saw Argent and Noctis- unmistakable for their distinct attire- speaking with one of the village people. Sherwood was... nowhere to be seen. That was fine; he wasn't meant to enter the village yet anyway. He would likely show up soon.
Preliminary business out of the way, Persimmon set about his snooping. Even if nothing stood out now, he knew that the slightest thing out of place would lead to a rabbit hole of discoveries. Breaking from common foot traffic, Persimmon stepped aside, put his hood up, and started looking for that thing.
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Noctis jumped slightly- seeing as this woman popped out of nowhere, at the sudden voice making him nearly drop his scroll on the floor. He fumbled for a bit until the device laid flat in his hand. He really didn't know what to say, but like hell was he going to let Argent see that. Noctis didn't like lying, however, he needed information. For now, he'd turn the other cheek.
The scroll was now tucked away in his sweater's pocket. He looked at the villager with the best fake smile he could muster. Argent was possibly going to kill him for what he was planning to do. Noctis linked his arm with Argent's and his head resting against the taller's shoulder.
"Food would be perfect. We have been traveling for quite some time," Noctis paused. "Isn't that right babe?"
Noctis gave the Faunus a look that meant "play along".
Typically people don't raise suspicion on couples, Noctis knew this as a fact. If anything, people found them extremely annoying. Especially the ones that flaunt around PDA like its candy. That's what Noctis was basing his whole plan on. Now if a certain someone would just play the part it would be perfect.
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"Uhm..yeah.." What was Noctis doing? Well, whatever it was, Argent thought it best to play along. "All that walking and it's not even leg day! Seriously, though, food would be great. It get's pretty tiring out there." Argent smiled genuinely. He was hungry, after all.
Now that Argent was here, he felt unsettled; like there was something off about this whole ordeal. His mind started racing; thoughts about Regat Grane's location, why the village hated Huntsmen, the lack of natural defence..Argent felt as if he had to reach for his weapon, but before he could, he remembered that he didn't have it on him. Argent wasn't too quick on trusting humans that much already, but this place was giving him the creeps.
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Antra Sataya, a withering old man with sprouts of hair hair on his head, and a heavily wrinkled face. He walks with a cane, slightly hunched over, and is wearing a set of pure white robes. "A traveling couple how wonderful! Please do come in! Rest your tired feet, I do so love the feeling of sitting down on a couch after a good long walk myself" As Antra excitedly waved Argent and Noctis inside his home. The first room inside was an ordinary living room with a sofa making an L against the wall with a table in between, a bookcase half filled up with a family photo sitting on top immediately to the left of the door, and an empty fireplace across the table.A staircase lead upstairs off to the right and a doorway off to the left lead to what looked like a kitchen.
"Please make yourselves at home while I bring some snacks!" Antra said as he scurried towards the left doorway and rustling noises could he heard from the back
"*GASP Your from the city? ooh what's it like? I've never been to any of the big kingdoms! Oh hey you should probably head in the village its not safe out here alone there could always be grim...err grim things! Erruhh yeah!...grim scary bandits! I hear there's a wild tribe in the area!" The strange girl said with an unconvincing smile. She had short light teal colored hair with an ordinary white shirt, a sleeveless jacket, and a pair of knee high jeans. She was also heavily bandaged, nearly every inch of her was medically treated in some way.
Persimmon had observed the majority of the village, while nothing was obviously suspicious, some things were of worth noting. He had found a pitch black cave to the very back of the village that had a "keep out, Grimm" sign outside, The biggest house in the village which appeared to be whoever was in charge of this place, and or some reason nearly everyone in the village was wearing white.
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Sherwood looks over the girl with a discerning eye. "Ah think you should sit down. You don't look so good." he says with an easy smile. He pats the soft grass next to him.
"You don't have to worry ahbout Grimm or nothing either. Ah'm a game hunter, have been since Ah've been a boy. Ah know the signs when trouble approaches in ah forest." he says, looking out over the woods.
"Ah'll keep an eye out for trouble, so why don't you sit and rest ah bit? Ah'll tell you what ah know about the big city." he says with confidence. All game hunters do need to know what to listen for when dangerous things prowl the woods. There isn't always a Huntsman to keep a hunter safe out there. A hunter has to avoid Grimm and bandits alike by paying attention to the small animals and patterns in the woods lest they're attacked. Sherwood smiles, thinking about how he's done these things for most his life and with that experience comes confidence. No creature of Grimm can sneak up on him in the woods, no sir.
Coming out of the forest of his thoughts, he looks over at his guest again. Thinking about what could have harmed this girl threatens to bring a cloudy expression to bear, but instead he smiles lightly, hiding his worries. She looks like she's been through an ordeal and a half. He gestures for her to sit on the soft grass beside him.
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As much as he loved to live in defiance of the rules, Persimmon had no interest in disobeying the "keep out" sign. Something about being potentially mauled by Grimm, unarmed and alone, in pursuit of lord-knows-what didn't really appeal to him. Still, the sign brought an interesting dilemma to the town: How did they stay safe? Danger, or at least the perception of danger, loomed at their borders at all times, literally signposted to them. Ironically, the fear of that danger should have been the perfect bait for that danger to come, as the Grimm would be drawn from the cave based on their fear and negative emotions. There existed two obvious explanations: Something existed in this town to keep the Grimm at bay, or that cave was not what it seemed.
Persimmon started to get excited. If his first theory was right, he could become world famous for revealing the secret anti-Grimm defense system. If his second was right, then a super-smooth exfiltration mission was on its way shortly. The icing on the cake? Whatever secrets this town held were probably documented somewhere, and Persimmon thought he knew where. He stood casually around the back of the largest house in town, mischievous smile from ear to ear; it was break-in time.
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Noctis looked up at Argent with confusion plaguing his face. What kind of man just openly invites two strangers into his home? He knows that the people here were modest, but this was ludicrous. Still, he knew if he said something there was a chance of ruining the whole plan. He kept up the act hoping that the man would continue to believe them. Walking into Antra’s home remained Noctis of his own home back in Mistral. This is not the time to be getting home sick Noctis told himself. All around the home looked like an average everyday place. It still didn’t settle well with Noctis.
“Oh, thank you very much for your hospitality sir,” Noctis tells him with a smiled. For the sake of their façade, Noctis kept Argent's hand in his.
Trying not to look awkward Noctis sat down on the couch dragging his teammate with him. He made sure his long thigh length coat covered the weapons he was carrying. As soon as the man was gone Noctis turned to look at Argent.
“This is suspicious, right? Why would someone who works on a farm wear white?” Noctis tells him in a whisper. “If he asks us why the hell we are even here just…make something up. I hope we don’t have to stay here for too long.”
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"Me neither. This place gives me the creeps. And the white robes..? I don't know, maybe he's a priest or something." Argent speculates in a hushed tone. Argent tried to relax as he sat on the sofa, but it just wasn't happening. As Argent looked toward the direction Antra went he subconsciously squeezed his partner's hand.
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"A priest isn't too far off, however I prefer the term follower" Antra said as he emerged from the kitchen with a plate of bread, fruits, and a pitcher of water. "The white symbolizes purity you see, perhaps my immediate invitation of hospitality came off as a little alarming to you outsiders" Antra began to explain as he set the tray down on the table and took a seat opposite his guests. "In this village we believe in a great spirit, a spirit that lives within all strangers we have never met. We call this spirit Rahasya hence where the name of this village came from. It is believed Rahasya tests us all, treat the spirit with kindness and they shall receive the Blessings of Fortune in return. This cycle must be continued with all strangers lest we lose our Blessing. By donning the white purity of Rahasya it is a symbol to everyone else in the village that they have been granted the Blessing. This is important to us because the Blessing provides an invaluable protection on us all, a ward against Grimm, with the Blessing we are invisible to the evil beasts for they do not even approach us holy people, for we are too bright for their dark clouded eyes to even look at, let alone attack!"
"Grimm!? No There aren't any around here!ha..ha..err.No, thanks but err I'm perfectly ok! really just the occasional bandit or two haha..." The girl said with an awkward smile in between pauses.
"Really!? You'll tell me all about the city!? But err..." She pauses and looked around as if making sure the coast was clear. "Look please don't tell anyone you saw me ok? Or talked to me! Or you ever met me! Please just erase all memory of me when we're done ok!?" She said rapidly in a hurried panicking voice.
The largest structure in the village served as a Village meeting hall along with the Village Leader's home. The back entrance lead to the Leader's personal living area decorated with a mostly empty bookshelf and a draped flag that lined all the walls with a green plus sign on it. A connected room lead to an obviously unused kitchen based off the dust settling the area, however it was obvious someone had been using the other area as random trash ranging from food to dirty clothes littered the floor, a path created among the rubble so presumably someone could navigate the room. The main room of the building looked like an ordinary meeting hall, a podium was seen on one end with numerous benches lining the hall for the whoever came to listen. A giant version of the same flag was hung behind the podium seen in the Leader's living area.
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"Ah will." Sherwood says, in his head only responding to her request for stories about the city. This girl has an air of mystery about her completely different from his partner and investigation or no it makes him curious. Worried even. "So sit down. Ah'm thinkin Ah'd like someone to talk to, now that you're here. There's no one around for half ah mile after all." he says, casually reassuring that whatever she's worried about isn't here.
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Persimmon peeked through the living room window to confirm nobody was inside, and listened at the back door before going through just to make absolutely sure. When he was certain there was nobody in the immediate area, he opened the door and found himself face-to-face with the messiest home of all time. Ech... Better not go in the kitchen... I'd leave a dust trail behind me for miles to come... He took a step forward before realizing something. Anything could be in that mess, from garbage to gold to whatever it was he was looking for- even a person could hide under all this! He shuddered at the thought of having to hide himself amongst the garbage.
...And wait, what was he looking for, anyway?!
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Argent looked up to Antra with a now intrigued look. "All strangers? Even criminals..? Or people who have had to dirty their hands for what they call 'good', like Huntsmen?" Argent asked. He was now very interested in what this man had to say. Argent was still a bit sceptical, so decided to ask some more questions with the missing Huntsman in mind. Argent had found it strange the village suffered no attacks, but how could this be the answer?
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Noctis stayed quite observing how Argent was approaching the mans bold statement. He leaned closer to the faunus with his cheek resting against his shoulder. A spirit? Was that what they really belived protected them ? Kind of foolish but he wasnt one to judge.
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A look of irritation and displeasure flashed for a moment on Antra's face but it was gone as fast as it had appeared at the Faunuses question, although what had caused it was hard to tell. "Why of course! Rahasya is believed to reside in everyone, even the evil for it is believed the act of kindness we show them can change their wicked ways"
"Thank you thank you thank you!" the girl said excitedly as she accepted her strangers invitation to sit next to him, as she sat next to him she realized "Ah I don't think I ever got your name did I?"
As Persimmon sneaked into the back and investigated two individuals could be heard from the main atrium in some kind of argument
"...And I'm telling you my friend i'm sure he simply left the village! I pray Rahasya guide him safely home, though i'm doubtful the spirits would bless such an uncouth man such as he" The first had a rather deep and boisterous voice something that suggested a great power behind it.
"Deliria listen to me you saw the kind of man he was, does that seem at all like someone that would exit quietly? He was a violent, egotistical man who demanded praise and that was before he was drunk! We showed him the kindness and generosity as any other stranger and he took advantage of us. I hardly think someone like that would just vanish into thin air!" The second voice was more sophisticated, calculating and chose their words with care.
"And so what even if he did? What do you expect us to do about it? He was an outsider anyway, we followed our convictions and did the right thing, no matter how much he would squabble like a child, we continued to show him respect. If anything bad happend to him that is his fate bestowed upon him by Rahasya and nothing we can do about that! I am not responsible for every single person that comes through MY village and I am not wasting any men to go looking for him and that is that!" The first voice finished the conversation and a door slamming could be heard from the entrance.
The second man stayed behind and wandered the area for a moment before sitting down on a bench with his head in hands deep in thought.
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"Ah apologize for that. My name is Sherwood. What's yours miss?" Sherwood says. "Now before ah start, ah should know what your frame of reference is. It won't do much good if I explain things you have in your hometown. Tell me about where your from, and ah'll go from there. Ahlright?" Sherwood finishes. He gives the girl his full attention.
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Persimmon froze, then instinctively moved towards the walls the moment he heard voices. From the back rooms, he eavesdropped on their entire conversation. "We followed our convictions and did the right thing...?" So whatever's goin' on here, these guys at least think they're really good samaritans, huh? And that wasn't all- it sounded like the people of the village didn't know what happened to their missing man either. That was to say, the people of the village weren't told what happened. Persimmon couldn't help but be cynical of this Deliria fellow, all things considered.
He peeked around the corner long enough to focus his tracking on the remaining person before returning to systematically investigate the piles of junk, now 80% more slowly and quietly.
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"Oh? How kind of Rahasya, then. Is there some place about town where I can learn more about this spirit, like a temple? Normally I'm not too believing in this sort of thing, but hearing tales of such kindness genuinely has me interested." Argent smiled up at the man. Resides in everyone? What, like aura? Argent thought. Argent had found it strange the man had jumped to 'evil' and 'wicked', when all he had mainly suggested Huntsmen doing distasteful acts. Argent had not, however, noticed the slight change in Antra's facial expressions.
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Noctis looked up at Antra to see how he'd react to Argent's sudden interest in his belief. It wasn't a bad idea to see exactly the history behind Rahasya and how the people ended up making it their primary religion.
"I think that would be great." Noctis says. " I would like to learn more about Rahasya if I am permitted."
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"Ah yes then you should speak to Rahasya's Great Teller, Deliria Dote. He can best tell you all you wish to know about Rahasya. He resides in the largest building in town, can't miss it" Antra explained "Best you two run along now! I'm sure you don't want to listen to the squabbles of an old man all day! If you ever need anything don't hesitate to ask!" He said as he cleared away the now empty trays of food and opened the door upon his guest's behalf.
"Nice to meet ya Sherwood! I'm Nishka! Nishka Sataya! Well I used to live in a different village with my parents a loooong time ago but it got overtaken by Grimm, I was just a kid at the time. The only ones who survived were my grandpa and me. But a traveling group of(!)..err...we...umm" Catching herself as if about to reveal something she paused for a moment deep in thought "..came across this village here! Rahasya! It's err...pretty newly made...I think right? We have this err religion? following? thing called Rahasya hence the name of the village. Where umm...we're really nice to people or something....and we don't like weapons because...umm why was it again?" Nishka tilted her head tapping her chin trying to remember "Oh right because they're considered 'Instruments of Evil!' that do nothing but play the tune of the wicked...or something like that"
"Now are the stories of the city true!? Great metal buildings that touch the sky! Machines that travel really far! Enough people to fill this village a hundred times?" Nishka excitedly asked as she believed her part to be over
The man remaining in the building was wearing a green weathered down tailcoat jacket, black hair with glasses and had a rather tall and skinny body type. He seemed to be mumbling something to himself which Persimmon caught a few words "This is the way...only way...nothing but lies...for the best...better this way"
silently and thoroughly Persimmon searched through the living area's junk and the general area. For the most part nothing was of interest most of it was dirty laundry, utensils, tools, some bones leftover from a meal, and a key.
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Sherwood sits and listens to Nishka quietly. He continues to look out to the woods, the picture of serenity. He nods along with her as she talks, giving her his full attention. He only turns to look at the girl when she pauses and makes note that she did.
"Well... The building aren't quite that tall, at least most of them. Only one Ah can think of that tall is the Cross Continental Transmit Tower. Ah'm sure you know what that is. Ah was amazed the first time ah saw it. It's by Beacon, the Huntsman school. That's pretty amazing looking too, but Ah've only seen it from ah distance." He says easily and slowly.
"There are lots ah vehicles though. Just like you must be ahmagining. Ah ahmagined the same way back in my village. It wasn't that long ahgo. Ah came from ah small village too. Ah'm... sorry to hear ahbout what happened to yours. Ahre these wounds from that?"
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Noctis smiles and thanks Antra for his hospitality along with the new information given. He urges Argent to follow keeping the whole "couples" thing going just up until they are no longer in Antra's general line of sight. Noctis lets go of the taller's hand to use his scroll to snap a photo of Antra's home. This may come in handy later. Once they can get to- what was his name, Deliria's, he could take a picture of that too. That shouldn't be too hard to find right? Antra said it was the biggest building in town and this town was relatively small. Noctis turns to look at his team mate seeing if he had any input on what to do with the new found information.
"Well? Anything to conclude about Antra other than he was too nice to us?" Noctis asked. "Think it would be wise to go visit this Deliria?"
Really who names their kid Deliria? Yet who names their kid Noctis?
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Well... that was a waste of time. And a gross one at that, Persimmon lamented. Still, he was sure nobody would miss that key he pocketed along the way. It quickly became obvious from what little he had picked up, however, that it was Deliria himself who was of interest, not the building. Keeping his tracking focused, Persimmon left the house the way he came in. He then circled around to the front of the building and waited there, keeping watch and preparing to tail the man inside if he made a move. With any luck, this would lead him right to Deliria.
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"Too nice? I wouldn't go as far as to say that. If the spirit is real then of course he would be nice to two outsiders. And yes, I think that we should pay the Great Teller a visit. I want to learn more about Rahasya. Plus, he might know about Regat. I would imagine that if a Huntsman were to arrive in the village, the people would ask Deliria what they should do. I'm guessing by 'Great' that this fellow has quite the influential position in the village." Argent thought as he scanned the village for the biggest building, which Antra had remarked, Argent couldn't miss.
"What do you think?"
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As Noctis and Argent wandered through the small town, the Town Hall immediately came into their view, as did their team mate Persimmon who was seen leaning up against the wall by the door.
"Nah these wounds are from fi..(!) I mean yeah! err nasty scars from way back when, I got real lucky I'm even alive!" Again the same reaction catching herself from saying something followed by an unconvincing smile. "Oh I've heard of Beacon too! What's the school like? What do you learn there? Is it true about Hunters that go around like heroes protecting people and slaying Grimm!?"
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"Well, Ah can't say Ah've seen all of the school. And ah..." Sherwood blinks, likes he's thinking. "Ah don't learn anything there. Ah'm not a Huntsman, Ah'm a hunter. Big difference in those professions. Animals don't fight anywhere near as hard as ah Grimm." He looks aside at her, looking her wounds up and down.
"Ah'm sure you're no strange to fighting though, with those wounds. Ah're you ah Huntress Nishka?" he asks lightly. "Ah can't ahmagine how else you got that beat up."
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"I agree. I think it's unsettling how Antra Openly told us what is it they believe in. As for the information given about Deliria, I think he's the interpreter of Rahasya, as in he tells the people random ass things and have them do it with blind obedience. It's something I've seen before. There may be a possibility that Deliria is just using these good hearted people for his selfish needs." Noctis says as he shoves his hands in his coat pockets. "Say, have you noticed the lack of Faunus around here?" Noctis notes in a much more hushed tone.
Noctis stops talking as he see's Percy standing there in front of town hall. Seems like he was led here too. That has to mean that Deliria must know where Regat is.
"Hey there Foxy. Fancy meeting you here," Noctis tells Percy. "You got directed here too?"
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Persimmon quickly recognized his two comrades, who weren't exactly following the town fashion trends. "In a sense, yeah. Deliria's not in right now, but trust me, he's real fishy. I uh... may have broken into his home earlier, and, uh, overheard some stuff." Just then, an idea hatched in Persimmon's mind. "If you're goin' in there, mind asking the guy inside where Deliria went? It's probably for the best if I don't ask for myself." Plus I really don't wanna talk to these cultist freaks any more than I have to...
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"This whole thing is a very strange ordeal. Make sure you don't get caught if you are planning on breaking into any more houses. I doubt you would, though; it's not like you're new to this, right?" Argent chuckled at his teammate. "So, if anyone asks how these three new guys in town know each other...Couple and school-friend decided to go on a trip to here, for whatever reason?" Argent suggested.
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"No! no, noo, I'm telling you these are from uugghh...bandits! I guard the village from err bandits see! but nope not Grimm! Definitely not a Huntress...It's fiiine they're uuhh..only like 1 or 2 of them that just wander around it's not like a whole tribe! I mean err some are also from the attack on my old village! I'm pretty tough see!" Nishka replied defensively holding up a fist in an attempt to look tough
[Argent, Noctis, and Persimmon continue conversation]
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Sherwood doesn't respond for a moment, his lazy patrol of the treeline with his eyes coming to stop.
"Ah hate to push you Miss Niskha, but Ah need to know for sure now. You're familiar with Grimm and fightin them? Ah'll ahpologize if Ah'm wrong, just... Ah need to be sure before Ah tell you something. It's important." He says quietly. Even without looking at her it's obvious that he's asking seriously, not making small talk.
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"'School friend, really?" Persimmon raised an eyebrow. "Why can't we be a love triangle?" He laughed. "No, but seriously, you really think nobody would ask where we went to school if we said that? I lived in the same village with Argent as a kid before he moved, and we happened to meet up again years later. We're going on a trip together to catch up on the years we lost. That's the story. Got it?" He wasn't new to this, either.
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"Sounds good to me foxy, but how are we going to fit Sherwood into our story huh?" Noctis says. "I guess we can worry about it later."
Noctis walks up to the doors alone, he really didn't expect Argent to come with him because in all this place is fucking strange. Going in alone seems dangerous, but really what was he suppose to be afraid of? None of these people had weapons nor did they even remotely pose a threat so quite possibly he was getting nervous? He placed his hand on the door trying to push it open, the problem was that it wasn't opening. Noctis stood there trying to push over and over until he realized he was doing it wrong. Fucking kill me... He thought to himself. He pulled open the door and glanced at his teammates.
"We never speak of this moment. Ever."
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"Maybe we just don't talk to Sherwood in the middle of the street?" Argent suggested.
Argent began to laugh as Noctis failed at opening the door, before walking over to his partner. "You could have knocked first." Argent peered through the door. "Hello? Anybody there? Mister Deliria?" Argent shouted in.
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"The 'Great Teller' isn't here " echoed a toneless voice. A man of slightly above average height with a scrawny stature and a fatigued appearance stood up from one of the aisle seats lining the hall. "And to whom does the Teller owe an audience with? For what purpose do you two have for visiting our oh so humble little town we have here" The man said with an emphasis on the 'you'. The man could be mistaken for being as young as they were or much older, the expression shadowed over his eyes that were as dark as his hair made it difficult to guess. He wore a raged green jacket with a set of white long pants with a rather out of place looking set of glasses on his face.
"No! No! No!" Nishka blurted out "I don't fight Grimm because there aren't any around!These wounds are from...other stuff!Now what's so important?" She exclaimed irritation now bleeding into her voice.
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"Ah know at least that ain't true." Sherwood says in a drawl. He continues seriously. "Ah've got a Grimm in sight, coming this way. Hasn't noticed us yet, so don't move. Ah need you to be honest, Ah'm usually ah solo act with hunting. If it notices us, which Ah bet it wil... Ah need to know what Ah can rely on you for." He pauses for a moment.
"Ah promise Ah won't judge you or anything. Ah've got a... friend whose ahll sorts of unsavory when he wants to be. Ahnything you tell me won't change ma opinion of you." He says, looking at her for the first time since she sat down. He gives her an encouraging nod, then goes back to tracking the Grimm on the horizon.
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"Argent. Argent Grae. I'm just a passerby. I asked Antra where I could find out more about the spirit and he told me about Deliria. This spirit is really fascinating and I thought I could enlighten myself a bit more. Though the Teller doesn't owe an audience with anybody. As I said, just passing by. I could leave if I am not welcome." Argent asked at the end. It wouldn't be too spirit-y for the man to kick out a guest in need, right? Though this guy didn't seem to be the most welcoming, anyway.
Argent prepared to walk away from the door, but waited for the man's reply.
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Before Noctis could walk in through the door, Persimmon tapped his shoulder and set the scene once more. "I'm not really into these spiritey-type things... Lemme know if it's as enlightening as you think, I guess. Meanwhile, I'm gonna go find something to do. Meet up back here in like... fifteen minutes?" He spoke loudly enough for Noctis and any passers-by to hear, but made sure his voice didn't carry into the building. He then turned and walked down the street in the opposite direction from where Argent and Noctis had come, making sure not to cross the line of sight from the doorway. Better to keep myself a mystery to Delirias and that other one for as long as I can... he thought, pondering his next move.
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"..."
A silence passed as her thoughts battled with how to answer.
"honest...If you want me to be honest you have to do the same...the way you paused when I asked if you were a huntsman, it's the same way I come up with a lie isn't it" it was't a question but a statement, it was clear when she was lying and she knew it herself.
"Spirits" The man practically spat the word at the mention of it. "I don't know to what extent Antra has told you but here's my advice; do not trust him. Leave this village. Though I admit it's too late in the day now to do that...As for the Oh so great holy Teller Deliria you just missed him, I can go call for him if you would like, for your amusement if nothing else...the idiot" The man added quietly under his breath.
As Persimmon chose his heading down a street a roaring of laughter, cheer,and thing breaking could be heard from a building nearby, the source turned out to be an inn combined with a bar, as the sun was starting to set it was about the time workers would end their shifts and make merry at the end of the day.
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"Yup." Sherwood says. "Ah like being ah bit see through. Ah'm never trying to hide who Ah am anyway." he smiles lightly before keeping his eyes on the woods. Nishka certainly doesn't have to follow his eyes either, the black shape in the underbrush is visible against the green. It's white tusks half the length of it's body, the Boarbatusk is of average size but it makes it no less of a push over.
"Howah bout we get out of this ahn start over; Ahll truths this time?"
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Noctis glared at the person who oh so rudely spoke to Argent. "Mind further explaining why Antra isn't to be trusted? He seemed fine to me. He didn't treat my partner as uncouthly as you." He crossed his arms over his chest. "We would like to see Deliria, but at his best convenience, not ours."
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Persimmon looked up and saw the crowd at the inn. Probably nothing related to their case, but he was waiting on new information right now anyway... Couldn't hurt to check it out. With that decided, he dropped his hood to avoid arousing suspicion and then blended with the crowd to the best of his ability (which admittedly was not very well given his choice of attire and above average height).
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"You don't seem to into this whole thing, good sir." Argent remarked at the man. Argent thought that getting real information would probably start at this guy. "Tell me, what do you think of Huntsman?" Argent paused to look at the man's expression."I asked the man who you mistrust so much the very same question. I do not expect the very same answer." Argent smirked. He was getting confident.
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"Huntsman? And what exactly are you planning to do once you've heard my answer? Your hear looking for answers it's obvious. But why should I trust you when I don't even know who you are let alone your names" glaring in Noctis's direction. "What you see here is an ordinary village, not hurting anyone or bothering anything, and yet here comes in two strangers asking questions and demanding answers. Tell me what do you really think of Antra?"
"Only If you promise you won't tell anyone! it's a Secret!" Nishka said facing Sherwood with an index finger over her lips. "Alright you! buzz off before anyone else sees you!" facing the Boarbatusk she slams her knuckles together, upon impact a faint white glow emanates from her fists, with a burst from her feet she charges at the Grimm fist primed to strike. At the same time with a battle cry roar the Boarbatusk spins up and dashes into Nishka's fist. The impact sends both combatants backwards, Nishka sliding away on her feet regaining balance, while the Boarbatusk is momentarily stunned vulnerable.
Inside the inn is an regular scene of rowdy men clearly drunk off a day of work. There was laughter, shouting, the sound of things being broken, merry being made. All of the inhabitants were wearing some variant of white clothing whether its was their jacket, pants, or hat, among this there was another trait they shared. They acted rather barbaric,
"You lyin scum! I oughta take 'yer arm if it meant you'd stop stealin!"
"By Rahasya's name You wouldn't give up your Blessing if it meant your life!"
"You'd best be thankin Rahasya for I woulda ripped 'yer worthless head off if it weren't for the Blessing!"
"HarHar! Blessed be for Rahasya a worthy exchange for the lives we live!"
"Though I still miss the old days, true shame we give that up but no matter!"
One voice in particular was familiar to Persimmon
"Where is he eh!? That thinker of my friend is he still sulking in the Hall!?" a booming and powerful voice stood out from the rest. Standing noticeably larger then anyone in the room at 7ft, Deliria somehow carried a thick amount of both muscle and fat, a dominating figure sporting a thick blonde beard and a bush of raggedy hair. He wore a toga accented heavily with yellow patterns that was clearly stained and unkempt in multiple areas. "I'll go get him don't fret!, oh and Terg a moment!" calling over one of the drunken men he leaned down so less people could hear him in a hushed tone "I've misplaced my key to...those, go make sure it hasn't been tampered with yes?" with a nod Terg wandered off out the inn and in a particular direction, while Deliria walked back towards the Hall Persimmon came from.
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"Ah do that." Sherwood says. Anything else he wanted to say is cut off as the girl runs to fight the Grimm. Words of warning die on his voice as she goes fist first into the Boarbatusk, cutting off it's rampant charge.
Already on his feet, he jogs up next to her with his hunting knife drawn. "Ah'm, ah, not much without ah bow." he says behind her. There's no regret in his voice, merely a statement of fact. Sherwood pauses as the Boarbatusk snorts and paws at the ground. As it lowers it's head to charge again, Sherwood speaks up.
"Can you launch it up ahnd back?"
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"Name. No 's'. I've already told you mine. And you should trust us based on the fact that we are outsiders. We aren't wrapped up in this whole shindig. Well, that depends on how this plays out. Now, how about instead of me answering your question; you answer mine. After all, I asked first." Argent said with a smile. This guy was not really fitting with the tone of the village.
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Persimmon pinned Deliria the moment he saw him... Although a man looking like that could probably be tracked from a mile away by the naked eye. Could follow him home... but he'll probably run into Argent and Nocty anyway. I'm more interested in this new character. He held the unknown key in his hand and smirked as he pinned this Terg fellow. It was high time he finally got around to tailing someone like he originally planned.
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"No" The man said with a flat stare looking Argent straight in the eyes. "Why should I be the one being interrogated in my own village. Leave, there's nothing of interest for you here,I don't know what you came here looking for but it would be in everyone's favor if you were to just leave" The man said as he started to take steps towards the door leading out of the building.
"Easy!" Nishka hollers with an explosion off her feet she zig zags in an unpredictable pattern towards the Boarbatusk, unable to keep up with her the Grimm is disorientated trying to aim where to charge. With a swift motion Nishka reaches the creature and grabs it by the tusks, in one fluid motion she picks up the creature in a sideways movement and throws the Boarbatusk into the cliff wall with great force slamming it into the rock wall where Sherwood was standing.
It was unclear as to where exactly in the town Terg was going as he wobbled around the street clearly drunk but nonetheless it looked like he knew where he was going as he deliberately made turns throughout the village. "I wonder how mines doing...A real waste really to lock them up...Still he wouldn't like it if he knew we still had them" Terg absentmindedly said to himself.
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Argent looked to Noctis with wide eyes, unsure of what to do. The man was the best chance Argent had got at finding out what he wanted to know. The man wasn't hostile, so Argent shot down his own idea of attacking him. "Noctis, what do we do? Do we let him go?" Argent whispered to his partner.
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His brow rising at just how "easy" the girl did in fact fulfill his request, Sherwood is already moving towards the wall. he jumps and uses his weight to push the Grimm down on it's back as opposed to it landing on it's feet. Hoping a the boar Grimm will have similar body structure to a wild boar, Sherwood straddles the upside down Grimm and slashes at the boar's neck.
He cuts at all the critical points he can remember on a boar's underside. His memory is good as he slashes half a dozen places. The Grimm is far tougher to cut into than a mortal animal, but his knife is well honed and cuts as deep as the blade can. The thought that the beast could flip over if it proves tough enough doesn't even cross Sherwood's mind, all of his attention goes into the accuracy and precision of his cuts.
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"So touchy," Noctis mocked. "Let's just go. It's not like he was of any help anyway."
Noctis turns around pulling Argent with him. This was a fail. Can't let something like this happen again because now we brought some unwanted attention to ourselves, Noctis tells himself. Once outside Noctis searches for the sneaky fox, seeing as he was nowhere to be found he just decided to aimlessly walk around and see what's exactly the big fuss about this town.
"Well shit that failed. I really don't have much of a plan up to this point." Noctis sighed.
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"That was my plan. This whole thing has become such a pain." Argent remarked with a soft, bitter sigh of defeat. This was a fail. "I would say we ask around more, but we've brought too much attention to ourselves already. Let's just snoop from a distance. Like if there are any inns or pubs around here, we can see what's happening without getting involved. Hell, I could probably eavesdrop pretty easily." Argent says with a twitch of his faunus ears.
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Persimmon rolled his eyes. Drunk, looks like... This'll be too easy. Won't even have to hide if I keep a low enough profile. He nonchalantly stalked the new character, smiling amicably and waving to passers-by as he went.
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As Argent and Noctis exited the building and began to wander off, before they could properly hide themselves a noticeably large man came lumbering toward them, clearly looking for something but caught the sight of two strangers "Well hello there! Yer a couple of faces I've never seen! I do hope you've been granted the warm Rahasya welcome! Come! Come join us there are festivities to join in! And have you seen my friend by any chance? Grumpy looking fella with glasses wearing green?"
"Trib! There ye are!" The large man said as he noticed the previous man identified as Trib sulking away. Trib turned around with a tired looking expression and greeted the man with a dull "Yes Deliria what is it you want"
"What I want? It's what YOU need is what I want! and what YOU need is to join our guests in merry making!" He said with an arm around Trib and facing Noctis and Argent. A massive smile plastered on the man called Deliria and an obvious expression of irritation on Trib.
With the Boarbatusk severely weakened by both Nishka's and Sherwood. Nishka jumps high in the air readying a finishing blow "Heads up!" She warns Sherwood. With the weight of the fall and with the power of the impact Nishka slams into the Grimm with a lethal ax kick straight into it's underbelly as it hadn't recovered from Sherwood's assault. A huge dust cloud explodes from Nishka's attack as it engulfs the area, and the scattering remains of the Grimm with it. As the dust settles Nishka stands facing Sherwood with an innocent smile and a guilty look. "hehe...so about not fighting Grimm..."
As Terg made his way navigating through the village he settled upon his destination. A clump of what looked like thick bushes and vines against a cliff wall, in an area far away from the rest of the village away from prying eyes, no one could have possibly found this unless they knew what they were looking for. Suddenly Terg moved aside a specific bush that wasn't planted into the ground and set it aside, revealing a wooden door made against the rock wall with an ancient looking lock. Giving the lock and door a quick check, satisfied Terg set the bush back in place against the rock wall concealing the door and started heading back to the village.
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Noctis spaced out staring at the crowds of people when Deliria came up to him and Argent, he blinked with a blank stare for a moment. Once he came to he realized that the person they were looking for was right in front of them.
"Oh, Uh. Hi?" Noctis says sounding unsure."We would be happy to join the Festivities. Isn't that right Argent?" He nudged the taller.
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"It absolutely is! It's been a long day, so I'm sure we could use the help in celebrating! Is there something in particular we are celebrating?" Argent questioned with a smile. A fake smile, but a smile. Gimme a break. Right when we would prefer to avoid contact with more folks the Great Teller appears to our face. It's more of a pain now that we are in the public. Can't ask the questions I want to in the middle of a get-together. Argent thought, looking to the smiling man.
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Sherwood does not bother to school a bit of the surprise he felt from his face. He expected a secret, but not quite what he got. He looks around, scanning the trees for more Grimm. Thankfully his textbook proved truthful in that Boarbatusk tend to travel alone.
"We're in the clear Nishka." Sherwood says, replacing his knife on his back. He steps up to the girl and extends a hand. "My name is Sherwood Cathasaigh. Ah'm ah first year out of Beacon Academy."
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Persimmon shifted to the side and leaned against a wall, pretending to read something on his scroll. In reality, he was photographing the clueless drunkard and his little secret passage. He laughed, half to pretend what he was reading was funny and half because of how obvious the hiding place really was. He then wrote a message to the others and attached the picture.
Found something that might be important... What kinda idiot really thinks he can hide this? xD I'll be moving in once the coast is clear.
He put the scroll away and moved aside to give Terg a wide berth. He then reconsidered and added one last thing.
Yo Sher, where you at? Not sleepin' on the job, are ya?
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"...Is there something in particular we are celebrating?"
"No one needs a reason to be celebrating! The day is done and another sun sets where we are all alive and well! What more reason is there to be merry about?" Deliria said as he lead his guests back toward the inn, one hand on the cuff of Trib's collar all but dragging him along. "Here we are!" he announced at the entrance of the rowdy room, laughter, noise, shouting, things breaking, drunken chaos was an apt description for the scene. Deliria lead his group towards a a stained and sticky table clearly evidence of something spilled on, but empty seats and ordered a round of mugs for the table. "Now tell me my friends what brought the two of ye to this here fine town of mine?" Deliria asked with curiosity in his eyes and a friendly smile, Trib seated with an annoyed expression but still listening .
"Hehe...Nishka! Nishka Antra! Secret Guardian of the village! really though please don't tell anyone? please?" She said with a genuine smile and shaking Sherwood's hand. With realization and a gasp she continues "So you are a huntsman! Where've you been? What've you seen? What's it like!?"
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Noctis did his best not to step on any of the broken glasses out on the floor. This was absolute madness. He shoved closer to Argent for stability. Everything was fine up until someone got too handsy with Noctis. He felt two hands run up his inner thigh. He wasn't trying to break anyone's hands off, but he was seriously considering it. As quick and harmless as possible Noct pushed the person away. Sitting at the table was a bit better, but it was still uncounterable.
"Um, We came with my," He paused. What was he going to call Argent his boyfriend or Fiance? "Boyfriend and a few friends to go exploring together. They barely know me and want to make sure I am the right person for him."
Making sure he was selling it Noctis wrapped his arm around Argent's and looked at him with that cliche girl in love look.
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Sherwood smiles slightly. "Well Ah'm actually only ah first year. Ah haven't seen ahll that much yet."
"Can Ah start with how you ahctually got wounded Miss Nishka?" Sherwood says. His brows knit and he puts his right hand in his pocket. Unseen, that hand clenches a little bit.
To his surprise, his hand vibrates. His scroll had buzzed with some kind of notification. He pulls it out, awkwardly opening the screen. His brow raises at his partner's message.
I got hung up outside the village. Will head in when I can. Be careful. He types slowly and pointedly. His tongue presses against his left cheek. Scrolls weren't his thing. His eyes flick up to Nishka and he chuckles sheepishly.
"Sorry. My partner is the time to get into trouble easily, so Ah always make sure to respond."
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"Trust, me, Nocty. You are." Argent said, lowering his voice to an almost sensual tone. He managed to only keep his face straight for three seconds, before the faunus burst into laughter. Argent sat down at the table he was led to, reclining back in his seat in a relaxed position
"Town of your's? Would you happen to be the Great Teller that I've heard so much about? Well, it is a pleasure to meet you! My name is Argent Grae, and this is Noctis Quartz." Pulling out his buzzing scroll, he begins to type his message with his scroll out in the open.
Me and Nocty chillin with the leader at the pub btw, my friends. Dinnae know if we gettin out anytim soon
"Sorry about that. Said friends were asking where we were." Argent explained, though not telling the truth.
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The pub, huh? Hey Argent, out of curiosity, can an elephant drink to forget?
How'd you get hung up for so long, Sher? Meet a cute girl or something?
That was enough for now.
Persimmon checked to see that the coast was clear before dashing over to the cliff wall and shifting the bush aside. The door this revealed seemed... anticlimactic for sure, especially with how easily he had stumbled upon everything that led him here. He decided that he must just be that good and slipped the mystery key into the lock.
C'mon, show me something good...
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"Huh Boyfriend?" Deliria said with a raised eyebrow looking from Argent to Noctis and back again, "Weird, Yes! Yes! The Great Teller or whatnot that would apparently be me!" He said rapidly answering Argent's question "I am Deliria Dote Anointed Great Teller of Rahasya, and this grumpy one here is Tribune Riot, or Trib as we call him" He said with an arm on his shoulder, the one in question intently glaring at a corner of the table with his arms crossed.
"..."
"Oh will you pull the tree out your ass and at the least say hello to guests?"
"We've already been acquainted"
"Oh did you now I take it he didn't exactly roll out the red carpet did he?" The question directed at Noctis and Argent.
"These?" she asked indicating her bandaged body. "Fighting Grimm, I dunno what you were expecting but that's all it is, our village is in a pretty remote area with thick forests and rock walls hiding it, but that still doesn't stop the occasional wandering Grimm from getting a little too close. It used to be at a manageable level where it wasn't really a problem but lately..." she trailed off wondering how to phrase herself "The number of Grimm have been increasing, it's like something is attracting them...hopefully it's just for a little while, but if this keeps up or gets worse I don't know if I can keep going like this..."
"OOh you have a scroll too!? Can I see!?" she asked suddenly as she saw Sherwood using his.
Weapons, several rows of weapons filled the room of all shapes and sizes. Axes, swords, pistols, rifles, some things that were unidentifiable as weapons. In fact these were not ordinary weapons, they appeared each be individually hand crafted, complex mechanisms that resembled nothing but weapons made by huntsman. While every weapon was unique to who ever had made them, they all on some part of them had a faded but still visible mark on them, a black circle with a red X on them.
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Sherwood frowns. He offers his scroll casually while leaning back against the boulder. "You've got so many injuries. If the Grimm are increasing that much why not call for ahsisstance from Huntsman? Ah can tell you're strong but you should't have to fight ahll on your own."
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"Yes, It appears that way," Noctis mutters. "It's a pleasure to meet you Deliria-" He pauses. What the hell is on his? As if something bit him, Noctis stood up looking frantically for something to clean his thigh. Some dumb fucker spilled a whole bottle of alcohol on the table evidently getting only Noctis wet.
"Why. Ughhhh. Good fuc-. Please excuse me. I need to go dry my thigh," Noctis says having to leave his partner with the two very strange men. Hopefully Argent won't be too angry about it.
Starting to walk outside Noctis made sure he was alone before grabbing a section of his coat to attempt to dry his wet pants leg. Pulling out his scroll he quickly messaged Argent.
The next person who spills something on me again or touches me I will break their arms.
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Persimmon smirked as he entered the room. Looks like you really can't live in Remnant without a weapon or two... And I'm guessing that religious nonsense is all a front, too. He was sure to take pictures of everything, flash turned on to make up for the darkness in this room. These pictures covered the weapons, some of the mechanisms that likened them to huntsman's weapons, and close-ups of the strange marking on each one. He saved the photos but didn't send them out just yet. It wouldn't be safe to stop and write a message until he was done and gone.
Persimmon continued investigating, his faunus eyes making it easy to see in the dim light from outside.
((If there's anything else I'm likely to find, I'm looking for it now. Otherwise, assume I turned up nothing and left, locking and re-hiding the door behind me.))