Hunt for Information (Attn: The Raven)
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Post by Sabrina on Jul 20, 2017 6:03:54 GMT -8
Sabrina had spent time within the rafters at Wendy's Tavern, much like her mother did when she used to spend her time, making sure that the patrons did not get out of hand. Only difference is that the once booming Tavern now only serviced people who wanted a drink now and again. She had met two people with her time there, but all the while, never got what she needed. However, she did learn from rumors of a place that just may help.
The airship was not too far off, this must be the building that she was looking for. She moved to the door, there were no letterings, however, there was a Sword breaking against a quill. The Seal of the Organization in which she sought. A smile curled upon her lips as she opened the door and stepped inside, letting the door close behind her.
The half drow, half vampire, stood before a desk, looking to the one behind it with baby blue eyes. Sabrina stood at 5 feet in height. Those long jet black locks pulled into a high ponytail, curly strands coming down the sides of her face. A blue Crystal upon her forehead, A black choker worn. She wore a heart shaped black leather corset. The top exposed the top of her mounds, the bottom came to a point just above her belly button, which was pierced with a golden loop. Tight leather pants hugged her waistline. Upon her feet were black leather knee high boots. Her mother's quiver of arrows hugged her back, and she carried her mother's silver bow, slung over her right shoulder. Both bow and quiver adorned two symbols, the first being that of the zX, the second symbol being the one representing the old Goddess of Neutrality.
As Sabrina looked to the one behind the desk, those lips parted and she spoke in a soft voice, "I had heard I could hire one's organization to gather information about the man whom created my mother, and the woman whom's rib she was created from and possibly their whereabouts." Sabrina waisted no time, getting straight to the point.
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gender: Male
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Alias: Raven, The
Race: Human... probably.
Gender: Male, definitely.
Age: Debated
Clan/Family: Cowardly Hearts
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Post by Bad Luck Raven on Jul 22, 2017 4:12:13 GMT -8
The man before her closed an unreasonably thick ledger as she entered. Returning the quill to its home of ink, his gaze slowly rose to meet her blue orbs. He took note of her form as his eyes traveled up from the desk, but he was not one to stare--mostly it was to assess her potential capabilities and any weapons she might be carrying. The fact that she was alive, when coupled with her diminutive height, meant that either she was extremely adept with martial weapons--perhaps that bow on her shoulder, was a mage of some sort, or had some other great means of staying among the living. That or she stayed entirely away from everything in Tyran. Things that were as short and slender as her tended to be preyed upon, yet she was here. Standing. No worse for wear. She could be dangerous. Moving upward with his ongoing assessment, he noticed her ears had a point to them. Elf, probably. By the looks of her darker decorum he would surmise Drow, but he wasnt the only thing in Tyran to have ever used disguise.
Next was the crystal affixed to her forehead. Now while stones and crystals werent inherently infused with magics, his experience had been that here in Tyran most jewelry worn in such fashion had some type of property that aided the user. Better keep an eye on it. But now his analysis was just about to cross that point from suspenseful intrigue to awkward silence, thus it was time to answer her question.
"Yeuhs, this organization would be able to assist," an old and creased face looked back at hers. The man was weathered and wore the simple robes of a Tyran meister. His hair was thinning but long, brownish gray, and slicked back over his head. His eyes were a pale hazel and sunken, eyelids puffy from lack of sleep. The eyebrows above them were bushy, brown, and interlaced with strands of blonde. His cheeks were high, nose and jawline strong, but the skin around them was a labyrinth of wrinkles and slacked from age. If one really focused, they might be able to tell that in his youth he had been rather handsome, but that youth had long since abandoned him. The words sounded like dust spilling onto the ground as they left his mouth and the way he spoke in almost a forced whisper meant he was probably using his stomach muscles to do what his old lungs couldnt--force the air across his vocals to speak. "Yeuhs, we can help," he raised a liver-spotted hand to cover a dry cough, "First, I will need your name and then," he tapped the large book in front of him with a deeply grooved hand, "Then we can talk."
Raven never really liked being disguised as the elderly. It was a reminder that this would be him one day. A concept he hadnt much enjoyed the thought of. He wasnt supposed to be here right now though. His moored airship was only in the vicinity so he could come check the ledger against the master copy, a task he did himself. He had heard her coming though and this was what was on hand. The old man disguise. Even if she had some ability, perhaps through that crystal on her forehead, to realize it was a costume it wouldnt matter. She had never met the Raven before, thus even if exposed she wouldnt know it was the leader of the Cowardly Hearts, the same organization she currently sought the aid of, that was standing before her.
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Post by Sabrina on Jul 23, 2017 17:59:31 GMT -8
Those hues had taken in how thick the ledger was. Her thoughts drew to how busy this organization just might be. When he looked up from the ledger as he closed it, their eyes met. They were the eyes of a younger man, not of that of the older one she saw before her. At least that was what his flesh was telling her at that moment. She was not there tough to meet anyone. She had been on a mission since she had arrived within the land that she heard so many stories about from both her mother and her father. Some were good, some were bad. Mostly good. The days of old that she and her brother spent their lives hearing about however seemed to be just that. Days of old. Even the Tavern that was well known, though still looked the same as what her parents described, did not hold its luster and the amount of patrons and celebrations of those stories. The lands more dangerous than what she had learned. Good thing her parents taught her how to defend herself.
He coughed. She noticed the liver spotted hand. Again, everything that he portrayed told her he was older, a man whom lived his days many of years, but something told her that was not the case. The mission was her focus. She would not allow herself to become distracted like her father always had. He spoke of needing her name before they could talk. Baby blue hues took in his robes, then traveled back to his eyes, a curtsy would be given as she brought her right foot in front of her left, crossing them at the ankles as she bent her knees then rose to full height once more. Her right foot would move back to it's former position. "For my name is Sabrina, 'Tis a pleasure to make one's acquaintance. And one's name would be?" Those dark brows raised as she looked to him, awaiting his answer.
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gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: Raven, The
Race: Human... probably.
Gender: Male, definitely.
Age: Debated
Clan/Family: Cowardly Hearts
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Post by Bad Luck Raven on Jul 24, 2017 15:09:57 GMT -8
He nodded at her introduction and awarded her with the kind of smile only a shaky old man could deliver. "My name is Clement DeMarcus y Ruiz," he touched his brow with the fore and middle fingers of his right hand, making a set of small circles in the air as he brought his had back to rest on his lap. Was that his name? Well, it was someone's name, that someone might as well be him. At least that's how he justified it. "I assure you the pleasure is mine. Now," he retrieved the quill and dabbed the end a few times in the ink. "Now we can begin," he flashed her a brazen smile and cracked open the ledger, flipping it to a blank page.
With a surprisingly steady hand for a man of his pretend age, he jotted her name into the lines. There was nothing special about his penmanship, other than that it was perfect. Years of needing to write legibly would do that to you. "Reason for your visit, Sabrina?" he waited, quill in hand, for her answer.
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Post by Sabrina on Jul 25, 2017 10:08:00 GMT -8
Watched him as he touched his brow with his forefinger and middle finger, making small circles. Then his hand dropped to his lap. Baby blue hues lowered to the ledger as he opened it and jotted her name. His hand was steady. Those hues lifted to look him in the eyes, for the eyes could tell a lot about a person and the crystal on her forehead began to glow as she searched his eyes.
He asked her for her reason for visiting and she repeated herself, "I would like to get information about the man who created my mother and the woman whom's rib she was created from and their possible whereabouts. I do have their names"
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