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(dead) Redeye Ruckus [Quest B]

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Leo_zps15a56ee4.png Leoa was more than happy to be used as Vanilla's support and would go as far as to gently guide her through the myriad of tables and bodies inside the tavern. She was comfortable taking any rudeness that may have been thrown at the pair, though the odd one out looked to be Leoa. A tall woman dressed impeccably, wearing a sweet smile that ran from one ear to the other. For someone so lofty looking, she was a bit too comfortable in the company of ruffians and thieves. 

Reaching their final destination, the woman made sure to stand at their leader's side, keeping out of the way but close enough in case anyone decided to get a little too handsy. This whole atmosphere was refreshing to her, reminding her of a time when she often did business with people like so. So entertaining and often, so entirely free from any sort of delegated position. She liked them, from the men in the back brawling to the women dancing on laps, all the way down to the belly crawlers looking for crumbs and coins on the floor. 

The exchange between the double-eyepatched man and Angus brought her attention to the task at hand. When the older man pointed at her, Leoa wiggled away from Vanilla so that she could lean against the counter; elbows down, chin balanced in her palms. 

"We are looking for a gentleman by the name of Torek Redeye, sweets. My company and I need a bit of info on him, would you mind help us with that?"

 

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Vanilla was brought forward inside by Leona walking inside. As she looked at Leona a wicked smile small enough only known to Vanilla appeared on her face. Vanilla indeed liked the patrons of the bar, happily watching as she wanted to see what came next. Though the seed wasn't attached much to her companions she met hours ago (it seemed), she stood ready to defend them. 

Never been in a tavern before? Vanilla whispered to Lenoa. I mean you're starry eyed over something so mundane. It's no big deal, I'm just teasing you a bit. And curious to know all about you and the man we're helping.

Vanilla eyed Lenoa already asking the big questions so she felt she didn't need to speak. Vanilla for the most part at the moment was observing everyone including her companions. And being part of a big organization she would have to give her findings on her outside activites. Which she mostly hated. For now she stood there using Lenoa as most something to keep her small lithe form from falling over.  And of course if she could trust them in time, the seed would tell them of her own self. 

For now, one step at a time.

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Fredericks Osferian


Although the man was blind as a bat, there was a reason that the proprietor of the Gorgon’s Eye was able to keep control of his little rowdy den of thieves and navigate businesses in Izral. With his ability to sense mana, a skill he retained from a previous life, he knew that the three that confronted him were no common adventurers. One was suffused with the soul of a beast, the other was neither humanoid or animal. A supernatural entity, perhaps? 

The last he was not so sure about, her spiritual scent masked. That, of course, meant she was someone truly powerful, or had powerful allies. The bartender knew already that he would profit greatly from this exchange, if he played his cards correctly.

“We are looking for a gentleman by the name of Torek Redeye, sweets. My company and I need a bit of info on him, would you mind help us with that?"

“Torek Redeye… yah, I’ve heard of him. Fancy himself a crime lord, that ‘un,” the old man traced through the metal mug in his hand, feeling warmth from his hand leach into it as he wiped it, “More like a weasel if yer ask me. Whaddaya need to know about him for? He lost a bet with you and flaked, lady?”

Fredericks inclined his head questioningly. There were many reasons why somebody would come after such a man as Redeye, and such a man has many masters and guardians. Unfortunately for him, however, his masters had no love for him either. All Fred had to know was who he had annoyed, and it was then a matter of simple deduction.

There was no need to sell someone more service than they might pay for.

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Angus Serzelcis


 

The Trickster fidgeted uncomfortably, trying not to let his worry show. He wasn’t sure what Fred’s angle was, and how Lenoa would navigate the exchange. 

On the other hand, she gave him the impression that she knew her stuffs, of course, and there was something about Vanilla that he was sure Fred would notice, if he managed to figure out the two were women. It seemed unlikely that the old bastard would screw them over. Then again, it was Fredericks.

Plus, he wasn’t sure if the bartender was just messing with him, or whether he actually forgot about him… Angus wouldn’t mind Fred forgetting a few debts or two, but if the man was forgetting things and suffering from senility, that would not bode well for their information gathering.

At the moment, however, there was not much that Angus could do about it.

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Leo_zps15a56ee4.png"Don't they all?" Was her reply about Torek thinking himself a lord of crime. He genuinely could be, for all she knows. Most people who claim to be something tend to be that something, though that doesn't speak for how well they lay claim to such titles. Right now she just knew the bare minimum, and it's now up to this fine gentleman to fill in the blanks, acting like a compass that will guide this group to the end of the rainbow.

His next questions had her thinking on her toes, something she hasn't done for a while so she let a little bit of pregnant silence sift between them. She could make up all sorts of lies about why they need the information or she could tell the truth and perhaps earn a degree of admiration from the bartender. This isn't her mission, but he picked her out of the three to talk to so she may as well treat this as her's while giving her companions something to listen in on. 

 "He's a wanted man, and I'm here to cash in." She waved a single hand over her two companions, wanting to include them in on the dealings.

"I would like to know where he is and how do we get to him."

Simple. They need to know where he is at so they know which direction they need to walk, whether it's through hellfire or the heavens. Once they know that, paired with how they get to him, will lead to probable success. If their target has surrounded himself with beefy men, then they need to be prepared to wrestle them to the ground, and she'd like to know their chances. 

"I'm willing to pay for anything extra."

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anime-girl-anime-32634081-599-750.pngVanilla watched on as Lenoa spoke so nonchalantly. There was something about the second seed many knew aboit besides her just being a female. How eloquently the words flowed from Lenoa with ease even if they were not much. 

Of course, it would probably worth your while if you give us the info. We take care of some lowly bandits, you get more business. Easy I'd say. Well, at least to me. I can't say for my companions. 

Vanilla replied as she continued to lean against Lenoa. She was using her to prop herself up since she had no clear idea how personal space worked. And at the moment she didn't care. 

The second seed sighed. These dealings were harder to work out than usual but she would leave most of the speak to Lenoa since she was better at it than her. 

I'm sure you'd like more business to your place of residence. All men do enjoy more coin.

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Fredericks Osferian


 

The tavernkeeper hemmed and hawed, tapping his fingers on the bar as he appeared to be in thought, a tongue darting to lick a toothless part of his gum as he performed a mental calculus of betrayals.

“It does depend on what ‘lowly bandits’ entail when it comes to my business,” The man made a vague gesture to his other customers, grinning mischievously, “And if you’re here for the bounty, then you likely have some sort of an idea already that you’ll be spitting in the face of the Rebels. Well. Some of them anyways. They’re not exactly a unified group, those fellas.”

“But,” he said, “The Daius does hold precedence. Even in this part of the city, so I suppose I’ll point you on your way.”

“However, I can’t say he’s an easy man to find, lady,” Fredericks said at last, “Else he’d be dead. Or maybe he already is.”

He wiped the mug clean and placed it among the array of shoddy scrap alloy wares below the bar table. Another dirty mug found its way into his hands, as it were. Like a storyteller baiting his audience, the elder gave an experimental smudge on the inside of the mug before he finally began.

“Word gets around fast, of course, with the Daius’ order. No doubt you’ll soon have competitors also coming for your man. It’s not every day that a high-profile bounty of a man not exactly known for his combat prowess shows up.”

“But somebody’s been trying to kill Redeye already. The gods know who ordered the hit, but a fight broke out in the Segvyre- that’s a casino- and I’ve heard words that it was your man who stirred up trouble. After the fires went out he poached a few of bouncers with his newfound fortune and disappeared. It’ll have to be one of the havens. Places like the Red Harpy, or even the Gorg- Godsdamn,” Fred swore suddenly.

Maybe it was the subtle shift in the ambient mana field that heralded the presence of a hedge wizard, the hush in the crowd, or his bouncer’s battle cry as they tried to throw off the two fighters ganging up on them, Fredericks suddenly realized he had unwelcome guests.

“You asked for something extra? There. That smug asshole behind the men trying to force their way in is your mark. Never was much of a keeper of low profiles, he is.”
 

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Angus Serzelcis


 

‘Gods, does he even know where the bastard is? Maybe Fred doesn’t actually know everyone in Itzal,’ Angus thought to himself, as the old tavernkeeper rambled on. His eyes darted around the tavern, looking for any random person he could bother for information. Maybe some of them here would be a mage, and they could just scry for Torek Redeye.

Before his thought could wander off too far, Fredericks finally got around to giving them some useful info. Even better, it actually looked like Leoa was willing to actually pay for it. Angus certainly wasn't. He couldn’t help but notice, however, that the patrons were staring at the entrance, and the group of people having a tense negotiation with the bouncer. The bouncer was steadfast, bless them, but Angus couldn’t help but think about the kind of people would be barred from the Gorgon’s Eye. 

He knew that the tavern was known as a thief’s haven, and below the honest revelry here some folks were conducting all manners of illegal business. If you were barred from here, it usually meant that sheltering you would result in some very angry folks storming the inn. As he debated notifying Fred about the disturbance, the brawl broke out in full.

A grin crossed his face. Now that was Providence.
 

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Leo_zps15a56ee4.pngVanilla speaking made the Lion smile wider, enjoying the flow of words that mingled with her own. It says a great deal when two strangers can work with one another in tandem almost instantly, and she would be a liar if she weren't intrigued by the delicate creature leaning against her. Personal space has never been considered much by the Lion herself, always been a rather intrusive sort, something her husband has commented on a handful of times. Without her bullying her way to the front of the crowd, he would not be able to call himself Emporer - something she reminds him of just as often. 

Leoa leaned in close, wanting to soak in all the wonders this barkeep was going to give them while entertaining him with her grandness. Rebels, not unified, Daius holds power - she puts these precious little trinkets in the pocket of her mind, knowing that they will come in handy later on. The atmosphere was making her feel all sorts of giddy; that warmth of change tickled the tips of her fingers, reminding her of a time when these little conversations had been commonplace. Slipping into something a little more comfortable, the Empress shifted to ucissore, thinking it was now or never.

"You have been more than accommodating," she said, sliding over a few gold coins that could feed a herd for a while. "I'll say a prayer on your behalf, thank you so much."

With some delicacy, she untangled herself from Vanilla so that she could offer the other woman her arm. At this point, she is a part of Leoa now, like a pretty trinket. 

"Well, our glorious leader, what move do you want to make?"

She turned to Angus, her head tilted towards the all-out fight happening basically at their feet. 

"We can wrestle him here, or we can be more cautious about the whole ordeal. Either way, I'm here to handle the mess you give me."

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Vanilla was unwrapped from the woman not sure what happened. Though she was just using her as a support as she liked to lean against people. Only because she was a lithe creature with little balance of her own.

And though she much enjoyed fighting, she would wait to hear what Angus had to say. Hopefully it'd go the way of fighting, taking the body and bone apart. She loved such as it gave her ingredients for her much higher spells and potions.

And to be honest, Vanilla was never a saint. As much as she liked Lenoa and the group, she missed home. The scene reminded her of the land were fighting was a normal happenstance and occurred naturally. Out here she was a figure tossing among the winds with no direction.

So what's the plan? I am here to do what needs to be done despite good or bad intentions.

Vanilla sighed as she stood slumped over since the woman detached her from her form. Vanilla realised she'd need to get more strength if she was to go ahead in life. And she hated that weakness that presented itself now. She knew that things were how they were and she hated that too. Jealous even that people could stand unlike her.

But she didn't show it.

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