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Post by Noah Nørskov on Dec 16, 2015 18:30:27 GMT -6
Noah could barely contain his laughter, shoulders shaking slightly from stifled chuckles. It was entirely possible he could have died tonight, running into two Hunter Hunters, and unarmed at that. Though he had kept his cool at the time, the adrenaline mixed with the relief of getting out unscathed was rushing to his head. To top it off, his companion, Garm, had slobbered all over the little blonde one's face. It was hard to not find the whole encounter a little hilarious. Taking a couple deep breaths he looked up at the night sky. Pollution blocked out most of the stars, but the brighter ones were still shining through it all. Days like this made him glad to be alive. Hearing a faint panting sound and the clatter of nails on pavement, he turned to meet the sight of Garm racing down the street towards him.  He called out his companion's name, only exciting the dog more, and it let out a happy yipping as it barreled down the road. He lifted his arms out to welcome his friend back and braced for impact. The mass of happy fluff collided with his body and years of practice was the only thing that left him winded but still clinging strong to the beast's neck uninjured. Somehow he found himself sitting on the ground with a face full of slobber. "Hey buddy! Sorry you had to be alone so long" he managed to get out between getting his face licked. Reaching up, he started to rustle the fur around Garm's neck, praising it for being good. "Who'za good dog, huh? Is it Garm? I think it is! You licked Blondie right on his face!" With Garm nearly sitting in his lap and crushing the young Hunter, Noah decided it was about time to get up again and head home. Shoving a happy Garm aside and brushing himself off he got to his feet. Not seconds after righting himself, a familiar little tune went off in his coat pocket. 'Hmm, I wonder if it's that guy who never came' he thought as he pulled out the phone. No, this was a different number. Caller display listed Hunters Society as the source. 'Shit.' He hit answer and held up the phone expecting the worst. "Emergency?" He asked, forgoing a greeting. "You could call it that" a slightly exasperated voice answered "God's Word just arrived." "You're kidding me." It wasn't a question so much as a thought that escaped with an unimpressed tone. "Unfortunately not," the caller on the other end continued, "You have to go warn your contacts, and hell, have them warn everyone else." "Understood." A confirmation was heard and then the line went dead. 'Great.' The Hunter that wields that gun wasn't someone Noah ever wanted to see again. With a sigh he looked to Garm. "Come on buddy, we have more to do tonight." He hopped up on it's back and patted it's shoulder, "to the fields" he commanded and they took off running. |
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Post by Joan on Jan 13, 2016 1:46:03 GMT -6
It was a lovely night and Joan couldn't resist going out for a wander. She loved the life of the city but there was something refreshing and healing about wandering the night. The stars overhead shone beautifully, the dark of the fields allowing them to glow with full strength. She stood for a while, taking in the air, the sky, grounding herself to the earth. It was a tranquil moment until her sensitive ears caught something. Her trance broken she scanned the horizon, taking grip of the bat she had brought "Just in case".
Not too far away the dryad caught sight of... A dog? A very large dog. It appeared to be heading off to an old farm down the road. Intrigued, she began to wander in its direction for a better look, Her bare feet crunching against the underbrush. As she approached, she noticed a small humanoid appeared to be riding the creature. This was strange even for her tastes. After a moment of reasoning, she decided to follow them, curious as to their intent this time of night. Perhaps it was unwise a creature such as herself wandering into mysterious territory, but a dog like that was not your average house-pet so certainly there was magic abound. Even then, she had her good ol' nail bat and that would keep her safe.
She hoped.
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Jan 14, 2016 1:41:50 GMT -6
Reaching the outskirts of the city in record time Garm sped down the small road to the first destination. Nearing a small path to a small abandoned shack of a house, Noah tugged on Garm's fur a little, letting the hound know to slow down. As the gallop turned into a trot the Hunter straightened out his back and took a minute to look out across the fields he now found himself in. Taking this as a signal to stop, the dog did just that. Sliding off it's back, Noah tussled the fur behind it's ears and slipped a treat out of his pocket for it's good work.
Turning to face the building he pulled up the small whistle hanging around his neck and blew it three times. Most humans wouldn't have heard the high-pitched tone, though the sound rang clear in his ears. It echoed out across the low rolling hills.
No response.
It was rather late, he wasn't entirely sure anything he was looking for would even be awake and wandering at this hour, but he had to try, otherwise he'd have to make his way back out here in the day. He blew the whistle again, an identical three chirps, and waited.
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Post by Joan on Jan 14, 2016 2:26:00 GMT -6
Joan had followed the two, drifting alongside the barrier of trees that bordered the property. She could now see that the humanoid was much taller that she had thought from afar, at least six feet. From where she was she could see no weapons on the man. Originally she was slightly concerned about the hound, but it seemed content after its caretaker had given it some sort of treat. Dogs would be dogs she presumed.
she crept behind the building for a better look, the pair appeared to be unarmed, perhaps they were out for a simple wander as well! Others simply needing a break from the city life, how lovely. Just as she was considering introducing herself, she noticed the human pull out a small shiny object. Intrigued the creature stepped out from behind her cover for a better look. she tuned her senses to the object when suddenly an obnoxious whistling caught her ear.
"So that's what that is" she muttered, rubbing her ear. The screech wasn't painful, just unpleasant. She shook her head and looked back. What on earth was he trying to attract? Her curiosity only enforced, she continued towards the two, bat in hand.
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Jan 14, 2016 3:05:28 GMT -6
Hearing the rustling of footsteps Noah looked over to notice a figure making it's way towards him. Despite the lack of any lights this far out of the city, the moon was illuminating enough to make out that it was a humanoid shape. He was honestly a little surprised; no human would reasonably be out here this late, but he also didn't recognize them as any of the magical folk he knew in this area.
He raised hand up a little to wave hello, deciding to be friendly but cautious. That's when he noticed the bat.
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Post by Joan on Jan 14, 2016 3:21:23 GMT -6
"Hi!" Joan waved back, realizing now she may not look terribly friendly. "I-I'm not here to cause trouble honestly." She tried to assure. "I was just out for a walk enjoying the stars and I saw you two and well... I heard the whistle and got curious." She laughed nervously, hoping that he had no ill intent. He looked nice enough and he was obviously a dog person which was generally a good sign.
She stepped a little closer and bowed her head gently. "Truly I only have this in case somebody comes after me. Its not always safe when you're as strange as I am."
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Jan 21, 2016 13:33:23 GMT -6
Judging by her words and that she heard the whistle, she must not be human then. Her eyes did look a little odd, though Noah had initially thought it may have just been makeup. Though still cautious, she seemed sincere enough; Garm didn't seem bothered by her in any case, and the bat was, unfortunately, probably because of Hunters.
He should warn her.
"It's alright, I'm here to warn some folks, not track down troublemakers." He paused for a moment, not entirely sure how to explain the situation. "My name is Noah, and you're not quite who I was calling, but this is important for you to know as well. Firstly, do you know about Hunters?" There was some clear urgency in his voice ask he asked, betraying the calm and casual demeanor the young Hunter usually portrays.
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Post by Joan on Jan 21, 2016 15:12:33 GMT -6
"I'm Joan!" She smiled, glad he wasn't here to start anything. She was in good spirits until she heard the word hunter. Her ears fell, concerned by the mention of such beasts, not looking for another confrontation any time soon.
"Well, I.. Of course I have." She nodded towards the bat at her side. before continuing, "Usually there's a couple tryin to track me down. Makes it awful hard to get around sometimes... Why?" She asked, her head tipped to the side inquisitively.
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Jan 21, 2016 16:08:22 GMT -6
"Yeah, I suppose the answer to that was pretty obviou-" Before Noah could finish his sentence, the humming sound of rapid wing flaps and angry chirping could be heard drawing closer at an alarming rate.
"YOU!" A tiny voice squeaked as it flew across the fields, clearly furious, and yelling with surprising volume for such a small creature. "Pixie was sleeping before the Queen heard your whistle! What's so important that you worry our dearest Queenie and make her send Pixie, good sweet sleeping Pixie, out in the middle of the night!" The pixie, who had been referring to itself in third person, and who was now flapping furiously around Noah's head, would be quite easily confused with an agitated humming bird if not for it's use of English. "Pixie is a good pixie, just trying to sleep. Pixie helps our good Queen, and other pixies. Helps you, the bloodied ones! What do you have to say, Pixie would like to know and go back home already?!"
The rapid fire assault of words was almost too much to make sense of, and Noah's ears were already ringing from the shouting. Garm, who had taken to laying down where he was rolled on to his side and pawed at his ears upset. For how fast the words were spit out, 'the bloodied ones' had been said with very clear dictation. It made Noah uneasy to be refereed to that way, but it was just what the Pixies called Hunters. It's more pressing to just pass on the information about Andrew than fight a pixie on it's wording. "It's important, I assure you. You need to tell your Queen that-"
Noah was once again cut off by a speedy onslaught of praise towards whoever it was this, and many other pixies, referred to as their Queen, before it stopped mid-praise to zip over to Joan. A tirade of questions spewed out about who she was, if she knew who Noah was, among some praise for her looks, and a few cruel insults of Hunters. The hunter could only shake his head a little and sigh, waiting for it to calm down a little- an unlikely scenario, but he hoped.
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Post by Joan on Jan 21, 2016 16:34:15 GMT -6
Joan responded with almost equal speed and eloquence, certainly with equal pitch, in a cacophony of unintelligible chirps. This was lingo she remembered from her life just outside the city it was nice to speak it on occasion. In return to its complements she pointed out how lovely and shimmery the pixie's plumage was, even in the nighttime. Despite the flattery the creature bestowed, she was still riddled with concern over several words, those about hunters and the bloodied. After a few moments the chattering subsided enough for Joan to turn back to the human and his dog to continue her line of questioning.
"Anyways, so what was it you were saying? A warning? About what?" The Pixie continued buzzing around her head but it seemed not to bother her.
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Jan 21, 2016 18:15:18 GMT -6
Oh good. Twice the amount of high pitched noise. The hunter tried to be polite and not cover his ears, but the sound would be grating to anyone; even more so from the fact his contract with Garm had granted him hearing on par with the dog. It took a moment for Noah to realize the chirping had stopped and Joan had spoken to him again.
"Yes, about that," he lifted his arm, resting his hand on his forehead in pain for a moment trying to get his thoughts in order through the headache. "Andrew Adams," he let out a sigh as he carded his hair back before dropping his arm back down to his side, hair falling messily back into place. "He's a real nasty Hunter, and he's coming back to town."
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Post by Joan on Jan 21, 2016 19:05:12 GMT -6
Joan gasped, placing a hand over her mouth. Although she had known hunters that were reasonable, possibly even compassionate, she was completley aware of the malicious ones. She's had plenty of run ins with them, plenty of scars.
"Andrew...Adams?" This was not a name she recognised but one she would hopefully remember.
"What about him is so bad?" Surely he couldn't be worse than the usual.
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Jan 21, 2016 19:38:41 GMT -6
"What about him isn't bad, really," it wasn't a question, just a statement. "He thinks he's on some holy mission to purge all evil, or something crazy like that. The point is he's going to try to bathe the city streets in blood while he's here and you should keep on the down-low. If you can, pass that info onto others. The less innocent folk he finds the better."
He looked to the pixie, making sure it knew he was serious, "I mean it, the others have to know, especially your Queen."
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Post by Joan on Jan 21, 2016 22:38:58 GMT -6
Joan turned to the pixie and made an irritated clucking sound. The creature copied it back, squeakier and more irritated before returning to common language.
"Gotta go! Gotta tell Queenie! Fast fast! Gotta protect her!" It chirped, buzzing the heads of it's conversational partners before leaving in a flurry of feathers.
The druid shrugged, waving the pixie off before once again turning back to Noah. "He's after us then? All of us?" She appeared to be inspecting him closely, trying to place him. He looked human enough, and why would a hunter care about other hunters? "Then where are you in all this? I know your dog there aint your average shepard, but what do you have to do with all this?"
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Post by Noah Nørskov on Jan 21, 2016 23:24:47 GMT -6
"Thanks," he nodded in the direction the pixie had zipped away to, "for sending them off."
The Hunter focused out across the fields in silence for a moment. Finally, after drawing in a long breath, he faced back towards her. "Yeah, he's after everyone. I care because I don't like needless death." Though it was fading now, the slight twang of a headache, and the creeping exhaustion mixed with anger towards the Hunter he spoke of made it hard to state things lightly, and he wasn't quite feeling up to the usual tussle of convincing new faces of his disdain to bloodshed. "If that's not enough of a reason, I work with the magical folk around here to keep the city's defenses high, so it's in our mutual interest that this guy leaves with the lowest body count possible."
"He has a gun by he way," noting the bat still clutched in her hand, "a shotgun he calls 'God's Word'."
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