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Post by Lightning Farron on Feb 28, 2011 14:01:30 GMT -5
The sizable, yellowed piece of parchment was attached to the side of a building near the entrance of the city, where all were likely to notice it. On the paper was painted an artists' likeness of the Messenger, large, foreboding, and amorphous. And scrawled underneath the picture was a plea.
- - - SEEKING APPLICANTS
- As many of you are now aware, this monster has been sighted in several different areas around the world, threatening the lives of all of the 'subordinate creatures' it comes across. If you are a loyal and courageous individual, you are invited to apply here to join the party that will be sent to hunt down this creature in its own domain. This party will be made up of six individuals and will be led by Sergeant Lightning Farron.
Inexperienced fighters need not apply. This mission will be dangerous and we cannot afford to babysit.
- Scara Roshinto
- Auric
- Miumi
- Ouranus Nova
- Yashiro Uzuki
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be advised that this mission is now open to level three and above (50 + posts). the entries are first come first serve, and are shared throughout the continents.
if the five entries aren't filled, the mission will open one level down and so on and so forth until the conditions are met.
this plot thread does not follow liquid time. you may not start any threads after joining this plot thread until the plot thread has been completed to avoid continuity issues. threads begun before the plot are allowed to be finished.
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Post by Lightning Farron on Mar 1, 2011 14:04:38 GMT -5
( now open to level three. see flyer. )
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Post by aya on Mar 1, 2011 20:03:25 GMT -5
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Awakened from his abysmal slumber by the softest whisper of a command from his beloved Agana-sempai; upon the first syallable of his name his eyes had already cracked revealing the frigid iceness of the cold hearted assasin the lurked within the innocent guise, yet his eyse would soften for the briefest of moments when it would linger on Agana. She offered a simple command and that was to persue the messenger that had recently begun to plague the various regions of the world and to knock him down a few pegs or simply eradicate him if his silence couldn’t be bought; of course he had no objection anyone that Agana didn’t really like was nothing more than an obstacle. As he rose from his bed the only thing adorning his body as a thick sheet which he wrapped around himself as he would disappear into the small bathroom. The sweltering water would splay around him causing his hair to stick to his pale skin and he would scrub away the fatigue; his body feleing rejoinvated and awakened. His eyes would narrow ever so slightly as he turned it off. Letting his foot fall softly on the ground sending a frigid shock through his body.
He would grab the thin towel and pad off the excess moisture from his porcelain skin which was turning slightly red from the excess heat. He would slid on his combat attire a finely made leather armor from Archade. He slid the straps along his shoulder allowing them to rest gently around his upper arm revealing all of his collar bone then fiddling with the singular black choker with the golden buckle. He would adjust the next major strap which held it firmly to his arms allowing them to still move but prevented them from sliding. He would undo the zipper in the front allowing a cool breeze to waft with a ghostly touch across his petite but slightly sculpted abdomen. He would pull on the thin tights which acted as underwear as well letting a soft skirt fall down covering just enough that judging his gender without an view from below was near impossible. His fingers grazed his shoes which he slid on before he would walk out of the room grabbing his small bag and his scythe.
He apporached what looked like a board where people were gathering around before he ripped the paper that had mission specs from it without so much as another thought...
“.... I will cut it down if I must.”
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