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The night before the operations began, Elayna sat in the basement along with the rest of her comrades, fervently brewing and refining mixtures from some samples Sasik had given her in payment for her help. He had given her some some wheat and fennel seeds from Cyrodiil. The seeds had quite a few negative aspects, including a nasty joint-locking effect if not prepared correctly. She'd know; It was fennel seeds that played a role in her grandfather's temporary paralysis when he ingested one Elayna's first potions.
As she was so enthralled with her work, Elayna almost neglected to listen to Zaveed's explanation of the situation. Almost. She knew that she had to be completely clear with everything going on. The Breton would also have to decide on who to go with. While her first intention had been to aid in the distraction, she wasn't exactly sure how to create such a thing. It seemed Blade had that area covered, anyways. Instead, she settled on going with those attending to the prison break. The young Alchemist was sure that she could help tend to any wounds and lack of strength that the prisoners might have had. The wheat and fennel seed mixture could revitalize the weary souls, and help heal damaged muscle for battle. There was no doubt that she would most likely take the life of a guard or two, but in such a situation, it couldn't be helped.
After the explanation, she'd managed to concoct two vials of revitalizing brew, enough to pass around to the prisoners. There was some muddled leftovers, a mishmash of less savory alchemic aspects that sort of cancelled each other out to create a generally null poison. Normally, Elayna would throw out such a byproduct, but seeing the amount of effort it took to get these ingredients, she was encouraged to waste as little as possible. Her eyes heavy, she closed them for a brief rest before the sun dawned with the rebellion.
As the early morning came over the sandstone buildings of Helgathe, Elayna moved with Zaveed and the others on their way to the prison. The group was spread out, enough to not be noticed, with their Khajiit leader stumbling in front. From Elayna's spot near the middle of the group, it seemed like an awfully familiar motion for him. She shook her head with a grin, before remembering the dagger at her hip, concealed by folds of lavender fabric. Right...business.
Their destination was fast approaching, and Zaveed quickly set into character and action. Elayna hung back momentarily as he took down the first guard with ease. The second began to make his move, and the Breton had one of two choices; She could mimic Zaveed, running up and planting her blade in the guard's belly, or use an Ice Spike to dispatch him. With her distance, she wouldn't make it in time before he fully raised his guard. The Ice Spike would have to suffice. Pooling her magicka into her palms, and focusing on her intent, the Alchemist formed the frozen projectile and sent it forth. However, the lesser amount of moisture in the air restricted it's size, creating a streamlined missile which flew faster than before. The sickening sound of flesh being pierced played in what seemed to be her ear's alone, as the spike hit the second guard.
A headache pounded in her skull, the extra strain from focusing so hard so quickly clearly evident. But she did better this time, didn't she? Elayna looked to the body, then to Zaveed.
No...she'd never get used to it. Only more numb.
As she was so enthralled with her work, Elayna almost neglected to listen to Zaveed's explanation of the situation. Almost. She knew that she had to be completely clear with everything going on. The Breton would also have to decide on who to go with. While her first intention had been to aid in the distraction, she wasn't exactly sure how to create such a thing. It seemed Blade had that area covered, anyways. Instead, she settled on going with those attending to the prison break. The young Alchemist was sure that she could help tend to any wounds and lack of strength that the prisoners might have had. The wheat and fennel seed mixture could revitalize the weary souls, and help heal damaged muscle for battle. There was no doubt that she would most likely take the life of a guard or two, but in such a situation, it couldn't be helped.
After the explanation, she'd managed to concoct two vials of revitalizing brew, enough to pass around to the prisoners. There was some muddled leftovers, a mishmash of less savory alchemic aspects that sort of cancelled each other out to create a generally null poison. Normally, Elayna would throw out such a byproduct, but seeing the amount of effort it took to get these ingredients, she was encouraged to waste as little as possible. Her eyes heavy, she closed them for a brief rest before the sun dawned with the rebellion.
As the early morning came over the sandstone buildings of Helgathe, Elayna moved with Zaveed and the others on their way to the prison. The group was spread out, enough to not be noticed, with their Khajiit leader stumbling in front. From Elayna's spot near the middle of the group, it seemed like an awfully familiar motion for him. She shook her head with a grin, before remembering the dagger at her hip, concealed by folds of lavender fabric. Right...business.
Their destination was fast approaching, and Zaveed quickly set into character and action. Elayna hung back momentarily as he took down the first guard with ease. The second began to make his move, and the Breton had one of two choices; She could mimic Zaveed, running up and planting her blade in the guard's belly, or use an Ice Spike to dispatch him. With her distance, she wouldn't make it in time before he fully raised his guard. The Ice Spike would have to suffice. Pooling her magicka into her palms, and focusing on her intent, the Alchemist formed the frozen projectile and sent it forth. However, the lesser amount of moisture in the air restricted it's size, creating a streamlined missile which flew faster than before. The sickening sound of flesh being pierced played in what seemed to be her ear's alone, as the spike hit the second guard.
A headache pounded in her skull, the extra strain from focusing so hard so quickly clearly evident. But she did better this time, didn't she? Elayna looked to the body, then to Zaveed.
No...she'd never get used to it. Only more numb.
After a short walk to the library, Elize made her way inside to begin her search. The structure was very nicely sized locale, thanks in part to it's location in the city. The main room was large and round, with a high dome ceiling painted with all sorts of designs. In this room was mostly tables, which provided plenty of seating for patrons. Lining the walls were shelves, and near the entrance was the main desk. At both sides of that were two hallways which led to a few more rooms full of books. At the desk was a short old woman, perched on a little set of stairs in order to even reach the desk. Taking her chances, Elize took a deep breath and stepped up to the counter.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" She asked in her most polite voice. The older woman looked up from her desk and squinted. The lighting wasn't the best, despite the windows in the ceiling letting light in. "How can I help you, dearie?" The woman asked in a most gentle voice. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, would it be possible to get historical records and criminal cases pertaining to something called 'the witching hour'? It's for an investigation of the recent Jack the Ripper assaults." Elize inquired with a smile, hopping the woman was too short to see past the desk and see the knives strapped to her legs, lacrima exposed.
"The witching hour? That old myth? Well, I don't think you'll find anything, but..." The librarian scribbled the name of a section, 'Unexplained Phenomena', and pointed to the hallway at her left. "If there's anything, it should be down there. Now, I don't know why you're researching that hooligan, but you be careful! A sweet girl such as yourself could get terribly hurt!" The diminutive woman cautioned. Elize smiled, nodding. "Yes, ma'am. I'll be extra careful. Thanks!" She made a half-bow, and quickly made strides down the hall, boots clacking on the wooden floors, sending loud echoes through the pathway. She was thankful the light hadn't reached inside yet, or the librarian would have been able to see her guild mark through the thin sleeves of her blouse.
It was silly to act in such hushed manners, but it was necessary. The old woman may have refused to help her, otherwise, pinning her with some off-base accusation having to do with Zeref. That didn't matter now, though. She entered the room that held the section she sought, and breathed in the smell of aging tomes. It made her smile, the musty, earthy scent bringing her comfort. This was where she belonged. Well, either here or out exploring. Both were equally suitable. Right away, she started scanning, looking for anything. A little while passed, and she'd come up with a couple candidates. All turned up useless. There was nary a mention to the witching hour anywhere, and surely no in depth explanation. In regards to individuals similar to Jack the Ripper, committing crimes during the witching hour, no one came up. Frustrated, Elize decided to go back to the main room and look through newspapers that were sitting on the table, left there for the reading pleasure of guests.
The farthest back she could find the first reported case was about two weeks before. Proving that this was relatively new, at least in documented accounts, Elize's theories had been thrown out the window. "Gah, this is ridiculous...Astaroth and Maho had to have better luck..." Elzie groaned, planting her forehead square on the table in front of her.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" She asked in her most polite voice. The older woman looked up from her desk and squinted. The lighting wasn't the best, despite the windows in the ceiling letting light in. "How can I help you, dearie?" The woman asked in a most gentle voice. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, would it be possible to get historical records and criminal cases pertaining to something called 'the witching hour'? It's for an investigation of the recent Jack the Ripper assaults." Elize inquired with a smile, hopping the woman was too short to see past the desk and see the knives strapped to her legs, lacrima exposed.
"The witching hour? That old myth? Well, I don't think you'll find anything, but..." The librarian scribbled the name of a section, 'Unexplained Phenomena', and pointed to the hallway at her left. "If there's anything, it should be down there. Now, I don't know why you're researching that hooligan, but you be careful! A sweet girl such as yourself could get terribly hurt!" The diminutive woman cautioned. Elize smiled, nodding. "Yes, ma'am. I'll be extra careful. Thanks!" She made a half-bow, and quickly made strides down the hall, boots clacking on the wooden floors, sending loud echoes through the pathway. She was thankful the light hadn't reached inside yet, or the librarian would have been able to see her guild mark through the thin sleeves of her blouse.
It was silly to act in such hushed manners, but it was necessary. The old woman may have refused to help her, otherwise, pinning her with some off-base accusation having to do with Zeref. That didn't matter now, though. She entered the room that held the section she sought, and breathed in the smell of aging tomes. It made her smile, the musty, earthy scent bringing her comfort. This was where she belonged. Well, either here or out exploring. Both were equally suitable. Right away, she started scanning, looking for anything. A little while passed, and she'd come up with a couple candidates. All turned up useless. There was nary a mention to the witching hour anywhere, and surely no in depth explanation. In regards to individuals similar to Jack the Ripper, committing crimes during the witching hour, no one came up. Frustrated, Elize decided to go back to the main room and look through newspapers that were sitting on the table, left there for the reading pleasure of guests.
The farthest back she could find the first reported case was about two weeks before. Proving that this was relatively new, at least in documented accounts, Elize's theories had been thrown out the window. "Gah, this is ridiculous...Astaroth and Maho had to have better luck..." Elzie groaned, planting her forehead square on the table in front of her.
Well, this has gone through the caffeine-high-burst of posts most RPs experience, so I imagine that things are gonna be slow.
The trial of time begins.
The trial of time begins.
Elize contemplated the course of action they could take. Maho brought up a good point, that being that they were still pretty in the dark about what exactly was going on at the crime scenes. If they were going to catch this guy, they had to be completely sure of everything. If they messed up, they could end up putting themselves, especially Maho, in even further danger. Even worse, they could misjudge everything completely, then he would claim another victim, and Phoenix Wing would have to answer for letting such a thing happen. There was quite a bit riding on this.
After thinking things over, Elize looked up to Astaroth and Maho. "Alright then. I think we should split up. Maho, you can go to the patrol outpost and gather what you can on the cases. I'll head over to the library and research what I can about historical reports on the witching hour, types of dark magic that might be involved, that sort of thing. If we meet up before evening falls, we should have enough time to figure out what to do." Elize paused for a second. It would take her at least until then to gather info, so it was a sound time to meet. They'd have a few hours to plan their move. Elize looked to Astaroth. "It's up to you who to go with. Though I can probably handle my part so...maybe help out Maho?" She felt a tad bit bossy, but when she had such a situation in front of her, it was in her blood to get things done in an orderly and precise manner.
After thinking things over, Elize looked up to Astaroth and Maho. "Alright then. I think we should split up. Maho, you can go to the patrol outpost and gather what you can on the cases. I'll head over to the library and research what I can about historical reports on the witching hour, types of dark magic that might be involved, that sort of thing. If we meet up before evening falls, we should have enough time to figure out what to do." Elize paused for a second. It would take her at least until then to gather info, so it was a sound time to meet. They'd have a few hours to plan their move. Elize looked to Astaroth. "It's up to you who to go with. Though I can probably handle my part so...maybe help out Maho?" She felt a tad bit bossy, but when she had such a situation in front of her, it was in her blood to get things done in an orderly and precise manner.
Elize nodded along as Maho repeated her role as the bait, and their need to investigate, and Astaroth explained their game plan. Just from looking at the paper, he'd given them a rough time frame. It was definitely a good start, and it kinda made sense. She'd heard of the witching hour, but she'd only thought of it as a wives' tale to keep their children in their beds at night. Though, if the past reports were true, then maybe they had some substance after all. Elize sincerely hoped it wasn't a werewolf or creature of the likes, since they tended to shred clothes. And people. But the clothes...
She had forgotten to address Maho's earlier question, as her sudden psychic chat had startled Elize rather thoroughly. Maho did seem a bit perturbed that they didn't really acknowledge her, until Astaroth remembered to introduce himself. "Yeah, welcome to the family! Like he said, I'm Elize. Sorry for not saying so earlier, you just kind of startled me back there." She laughed sheepishly, "In regards to what I do, I wield magic knives and make them...do things. See?" Elize lifted her palm, causing a knife to float from her right pouch. The small lacrima orb pulsed and glowed, as the knife spun around and went back into the pouch.
After getting her own introduction out of the way, Elize began to think of what they could do. Maybe it was best to look more into the witching hour itself? Or maybe historical records of similar cases? Either way, heading to a library or asking around might yield answers. With that last one, however, she doubted they'd get answers. "Do you two think it'd be a good idea to read up on the subject at the city library? I don't think interviewing people will get far, in our line of work." The raven haired girl proposed. Then again, maybe these two would rather go straight to the scenes of the crimes...the drawbacks of being a bookworm...
She had forgotten to address Maho's earlier question, as her sudden psychic chat had startled Elize rather thoroughly. Maho did seem a bit perturbed that they didn't really acknowledge her, until Astaroth remembered to introduce himself. "Yeah, welcome to the family! Like he said, I'm Elize. Sorry for not saying so earlier, you just kind of startled me back there." She laughed sheepishly, "In regards to what I do, I wield magic knives and make them...do things. See?" Elize lifted her palm, causing a knife to float from her right pouch. The small lacrima orb pulsed and glowed, as the knife spun around and went back into the pouch.
After getting her own introduction out of the way, Elize began to think of what they could do. Maybe it was best to look more into the witching hour itself? Or maybe historical records of similar cases? Either way, heading to a library or asking around might yield answers. With that last one, however, she doubted they'd get answers. "Do you two think it'd be a good idea to read up on the subject at the city library? I don't think interviewing people will get far, in our line of work." The raven haired girl proposed. Then again, maybe these two would rather go straight to the scenes of the crimes...the drawbacks of being a bookworm...
Elize simply followed Astaroth out, sighing as the guildmaster had come barging in in some ridiculous get up, which was rather commonplace. Then Chloe burst in. Why couldn't anyone at least try to open the doors like a normal person? She chuckled, knowing that she couldn't lie and say she hated it. Quite the opposite in fact; she absolutely loved it! But she couldn't let her calm demeanor slip, could she? That had been one of the few reasons she didn't get involved. That, and her boots...and the whole guildhall needing to be cleaned afterward...at least it wasn't her problem now!
As they exited the guild, a dreary feeling fell over the hall, something unheard of and completely absurd. Someone must have worked a bit of magic, but who could do that? If she had to guess, it was probably Astaroth, since he was one of the few she didn't really know about. It didn't necessarily matter, though, since she was still chipper as could be. Well, almost chipper, as Maho's newly revealed talent of telepathy partially terrified her. It wasn't very comforting to know that someone could pop into your head whenever they pleased, and her status as a new member put Elize on edge. She really needed to shake that problem.
Once they were on the streets, Elize piped up. "So, how are we going about this?"
As they exited the guild, a dreary feeling fell over the hall, something unheard of and completely absurd. Someone must have worked a bit of magic, but who could do that? If she had to guess, it was probably Astaroth, since he was one of the few she didn't really know about. It didn't necessarily matter, though, since she was still chipper as could be. Well, almost chipper, as Maho's newly revealed talent of telepathy partially terrified her. It wasn't very comforting to know that someone could pop into your head whenever they pleased, and her status as a new member put Elize on edge. She really needed to shake that problem.
Once they were on the streets, Elize piped up. "So, how are we going about this?"
FISHY, WAKE UP
On the city road, a cheerful girl in a flowing white long-sleeved blouse, form fitting black pants and boots made strides with a smile. It was a gorgeous morning, and everyone was just staring to get around. Elize felt energized on this day, practically tasting the opportunity that drifted on the winds. Her bright eyes shone in the light, and her raven hair bounced joyfully as she made her way to her destination: The Phoenix Wing Guild Hall. As she approached, the citizens made no effort to hide their distaste, but frankly, Elize couldn't care less if she tried. It was their own loss, after all.
As she made her approach, it seemed that commotion was already rising. It wasn't a surprise in the slightest, but it was still a bit jarring. On the ground beneath her, sand and dirt covered the cobble. "Oh, great..." Elize muttered as the grime got on her boots. It was a clear indicator of just who it was that was causing such a racket. "I swear, if I have to clean more sand out of the floorboards..." Her face scrunched up into a mildly annoyed sneer. Ever since she came to the guild four years ago, she'd been the one to do a lot of the cleaning and such around the guild hall. Elize hadn't planned on it today, but it seemed fate had thought differently.
Sure enough, there in the doorway stood Sidious, their resident sand mage, soaking wet with a bucket at his feet, and sand swirling about him. His target seemed to be Elliot in the back. "For the love of...".Elize walked into the hall, glancing at him. "I swear, can't you guys wait until at least noon before you trash the hall?" She looked at both of them, the source of her annoyance being the dirt all over her new boots. It took her quite a few jobs to save up for them, and they were already all scuffed! "I know you guys won't leave it like this, right?" A bit of a threatening tone crept into that last word, though most knew that she wouldn't ever hardly act on such threats. It was all part of being being in the Phoenix Wing family. Speaking of which, there seemed to be a new face outside, waiting to come in. Elize didn't say anything though, as she rarely did to outsiders. Eren had come in by now, and was starting even more trouble. Simply dodging whatever she could, Elize just kept walking.
Instead, she just made her to the back, where the request board resided. The young Avon was already there, eyeballing the various postings, as well as Astaroth and...what was her name? It started with an M...Maho, was it? Admittedly, Elize wasn't all that familiar with either the blond boy or this girl ,, but that didn't stop her from greeting them as she approached, if only to break through that barrier of newness. "Good morning! Any thing good today?" She inquired, though with a glance to the sparse offerings, she found the answer for herself. Mowing lawns? Rescuing cats? Seriously?! Elize ranted in her head, though she knew that this wasn't uncommon. This was the result of a still pervasive distrust in wizards. Elize looked to the side to see Astaroth holding two of the jobs, the most lucrative ones at that.
With a gentle smile, she approached the pair. "I doubt you guys want to split three ways, but...mind if I join in?" Elize asked, really needing any sizable amount of cash she could get.
As she made her approach, it seemed that commotion was already rising. It wasn't a surprise in the slightest, but it was still a bit jarring. On the ground beneath her, sand and dirt covered the cobble. "Oh, great..." Elize muttered as the grime got on her boots. It was a clear indicator of just who it was that was causing such a racket. "I swear, if I have to clean more sand out of the floorboards..." Her face scrunched up into a mildly annoyed sneer. Ever since she came to the guild four years ago, she'd been the one to do a lot of the cleaning and such around the guild hall. Elize hadn't planned on it today, but it seemed fate had thought differently.
Sure enough, there in the doorway stood Sidious, their resident sand mage, soaking wet with a bucket at his feet, and sand swirling about him. His target seemed to be Elliot in the back. "For the love of...".Elize walked into the hall, glancing at him. "I swear, can't you guys wait until at least noon before you trash the hall?" She looked at both of them, the source of her annoyance being the dirt all over her new boots. It took her quite a few jobs to save up for them, and they were already all scuffed! "I know you guys won't leave it like this, right?" A bit of a threatening tone crept into that last word, though most knew that she wouldn't ever hardly act on such threats. It was all part of being being in the Phoenix Wing family. Speaking of which, there seemed to be a new face outside, waiting to come in. Elize didn't say anything though, as she rarely did to outsiders. Eren had come in by now, and was starting even more trouble. Simply dodging whatever she could, Elize just kept walking.
Instead, she just made her to the back, where the request board resided. The young Avon was already there, eyeballing the various postings, as well as Astaroth and...what was her name? It started with an M...Maho, was it? Admittedly, Elize wasn't all that familiar with either the blond boy or this girl ,, but that didn't stop her from greeting them as she approached, if only to break through that barrier of newness. "Good morning! Any thing good today?" She inquired, though with a glance to the sparse offerings, she found the answer for herself. Mowing lawns? Rescuing cats? Seriously?! Elize ranted in her head, though she knew that this wasn't uncommon. This was the result of a still pervasive distrust in wizards. Elize looked to the side to see Astaroth holding two of the jobs, the most lucrative ones at that.
With a gentle smile, she approached the pair. "I doubt you guys want to split three ways, but...mind if I join in?" Elize asked, really needing any sizable amount of cash she could get.
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