[center][h2]Fresh Blood[/h2][/center]
[center][i]Tracyarmav[/i][/center]
[center]Day 1, Midday[/center] 
[center]Christian, Calder, Marielle, Crow[/center]
 	[color=8dc73f]As ordered, Stormlord.[/color]

 	[color=8882be][i]Calder spun lithely on his scaled feet, and strode quickly and quietly out of the room, his body wasting no effort in moving his hulking mass across the room and out the door. In the hall he paused a moment to summon Sentinel and inquire about the location of Revenant and Crow. Confirming that Crow was in the morgue Calder moved to the lift and waited for it to arrive. Stepping into the empty elevator he selected the appropriate level and waited while it descended, trying to ignore the atrocious excuse for music being played.[/i][/color]

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     [color=8882be][i]Calder debated resuming his prior mask as the doors opened and he stepped through them heading straight for the morgue. After thinking it over he decided that he had work to do and it would not be benefitted by his mask, which might in fact hinder his ability to perform the requested task. So the mask stayed off, and the tide kept flowing in, the waves beating the rocky shores in time with his steps, or was it the other way around? The door to Morgue opened as Calder approached it and he walked through with pausing or even slowing his stride… which made the sudden body check rather surprising, though Calder certainly had the better end of the deal.[/i][/color]

[b]“OW! Dude watch it!!”[/b]

	There was an impact that felt like a brick wall. If Calder looked down he would see a very grumpy woman who smacked face first into his stomach before bounding back a little, knocking her onto her bum. 

     [color=8dc73f]“I might say the same of you, I’m a little hard to miss last I checked.”[/color]

     [color=f7941d][i]I chuckle and reach down to offer you a hand up. I introduce myself by way of apology.[/i][/color]

     [color=8dc73f]“My apologies miss, I’m Calder Dylan. Whom do I owe the pleasure of being so acquainted?”[/color]

     [color=8882be][i]Calder didn’t yet realize that you were the gal he was looking for, but he was about to be pleasantly surprised at having been saved the inconvenience of hunting you down through the tower. It was a big place, and you aren’t exactly renowned for staying put in anyone place for very long. [/i][/color]

	Marielle’s eyes widened slightly. “Calder? Oh you’re just the man I was looking for!” She looks him up and down before frowning. “Well, you know what I mean. I’m Marielle Spade.” She sniffed before rubbing her nose, a scowl creeping up into her features. “Damn dude, your abs almost broke my nose.” She moved the bridge of it between her two fingers as she took his hand with her own. “You bumped into me in a good mood. You see, the old hag I’m working for gave me some new shit for this mission, so if I found you and some other chick she said we could start the operation soon.” Her face beamed. In the middle of talking one of the straps from the performer’s tank top tried snaking down before she caught it, glaring at it before cursing under her breath.

	[color=8882be][i]Calder had not meant to cause her injury, but being a troll it was pretty easy to accidentally hurt most other mortals. Thankfully, Calder knew his abjuration magic, and sent a little jolt energy into Marielle, from his hand to hers, it should take care of the pain and any swelling that might be starting, as well as take care of any bruises she might have incurred in the incident. He smiled as she spoke, finally recognizing her as the girl he was looking for. [/i][/color]

	[color=8dc73f]“How interesting, Stormlord just sent me to find you, Crow, and the Master of Blades. Is Crow here? That would make things a bit simpler for us.”[/color]

	Marielle snorted. “Raisin face? he’s probably busy jacking off to his new AI system. I just talked to the douche not too long ago to get some files for the blonde bitch. Why do we need to get him?” Marielle itched her back and ran a hand through the long dark strands of hair that were clouding her vision. Crow didn’t exactly have the best encounter with Marielle, though she hardly cared. She just wanted a date with disaster as fast as possible.

	[color=8dc73f]“Stormlord says he goes, your mistress says I go, I don’t go if he doesn’t go. You get the picture, or do I need to start painting?”[/color]

	[color=8882be][i]I ask dryly, certain she was very well aware of why he was going, but wanted it noted that she wasn’t thrilled with the idea. That was fine by me, as long as she could work with him, which seemed almost certain under the circumstances. Since you’re standing in my way, and I’m not particularly interested in flattening you again, I call out with a well projected voice that carries easily. [/i][/color]

	[color=8dc73f]“Crow! Stormlord has a new task for you!”[/color]

The inner doors of the morgue slid back and Crow poked his head out and squinted a little. “Alright hold on I just had to do a microbe scan let me get my things.”

With that the Shaitan disappeared into the bowels of the morgue. [i]”The herald is coming Crow Eater”[/i] Zachary cocked his head at that. “Interesting.” Vulture alit on Crow’s shoulder as he collected his bag and fitted the Crow’s Talons to his wrists. “Is it for me or is there another reason.” [i]”soon”[/i] Crow scooped up a blackened skull and stared into the empty eye sockets. “As your say Vulture”.

Crow stepped from the inner doors of the morgue and closed them sealing them with a circle he inscribed in the metal of the door by extending his right hand and moving it counterclockwise. The runes burned with a foul green blue light. “Now then. What does Lord Shard want?”

Marielle stretched as she gave crow a sleepy expression. “I dunno, ask the walking tank next to me.”

	[color=8dc73f]“We have a prisoner to break out, but first, Merielle needs to find… how did you say it? the blonde bitch, I believe were her exact words, then we are supposed to meet with the Master of Blades, presumably to begin planning and or receive a more detailed briefing on the mission. Oh, and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Crow, I am Calder Dylan.”[/color]

	[color=8882be][i]Calder inclined his head in greeting, as he introduced himself to Crow, and then stepped back out of the door, and began retracing his steps to the elevator. It would be a little cozy, but not quite cramped in the elevator. Calder was used to it by now, smaller mortals rarely had the foresight or the desire to accommodate their larger counterparts, though the inverse was equally true. Stepping into the elevator, he sincerely hoped that ‘the blonde bitch’ was on the same floor as the Master of Blades or it really would be cramped in there.[/i][/color] 

The dark haired girl snickered at Calder’s repeat of her nickname for Lady Marrowblade. It wasn’t long before Marielle squished herself in the elevator next to him, her finger poking at Calder’s stomach. “How the fuck did you get abs that huge?” She poked them more for good measure, eyes transfixed on them like a child is to a toy.

“Trolls are naturally large in nature and in order to support the bone structure the muscle mass needed is necessarily higher, as a result of this Trolls are often employed by others for enforcement and heavy labor. As a result. Large muscles.” Crow slid into the elevator beside the two of them. “They are also rather interesting to dissect because it requires a heavy duty cutting tool to breach the muscles and thick bone structures.” Crow looked at Calder “Nice to meet you too.” 

Marielle rolled her eyes. “There he goes again talking about his fetish…”

	[color=8dc73f]“At least he has the good graces to only talk about his fetish, unlike a certain circus performer who seems to enjoy a much more active pursuit of her fetish.”[/color]

	[color=8882be][i]Calder selects the appropriate level on the panel and the elevator begins its ascent while the banter continues.[/i][/color]

Marielle’s lips twitched into an ominous grin. “Don’t get me started about my fetishes [i]tankface.[/i]” With that she twitched her wrist and out came a card: A second of spades. 

	[color=8882be][i]The elevator stopped and the doors opened, Calder, returned Merielle’s grin and used the back of his hand to pin her to the wall while Crow and Calder left the elevator. Calder then made his way towards the practice grounds, where the Master of Blades was probably doing some demonstrations for the new recruits.[/i][/color]

Crow looked at Calder as he exited the elevator. “She’s going to boil you in your own skin for that. I plan on not being in the vicinity of the fallout.” 

	[color=8dc73f]“I’ve survived worse, let her waste her energy if she wants to. The tide is high, it will take a lot to boil it all away.”[/color]

Instead of her usual explosive approach she just strode out of the elevator, rubbing her face. “Your hand smells like shit..” Marielle grumbled under her own breath, digging her hands into her pockets while tailing behind them. “Luckily miss Marrowblade put a temporary lock on my shit, otherwise we might have all just burned to a crisp.”

	[color=8882be][i]With that the group arrived at the training field, where Megelis the Master of Blades stood conversing with another knight.[/i][/color]