Festival of Tranquility (Story Thread)
Thu, 03/13/2014 - 19:41
Ventus (Eyes)
The sun shone brightly on the immaculate city the valkeries called home. The Incandecent walls were a looming beacon of strength and prosperity throughout the lands. And Although there were few, the valkeries were the most beloved, and feared, creatures amoung the cradle. Unfortunetly, not all Valkeries were created equal; while many could boast incredible feats of magic along side grand wings with which to take to the skies... few were not as blessed. Those who were born lesser needed to prove themselves to be ranked with the others; to fail is to be outcast and shunned from your homeland forever. Queen Gwenevere being the one responsible for testing the youths found that they needed someone to rally behind, something to strive for. When it came to her, Ventus a man with little in the way of powers who had risen in the ranks that many belived impossible. But how could she involve the champion in such a way that the others would witness his prowess?
As if her question had been answered from the heavens, a wisp grabbed her attention with a slight hum, delivering a message onto her desk.
"The Festival, it's perfect! The youths will see our might as we protect everyone."
A courier was sent of to retrive Ventus, so that the Queen may assign his task.
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Dark (Thirteen)
"Message for you sir"
The courier said, as he bent back the flaps to the tent housing the Darkwatch mercenaries commander, Daud.
Daud shifted his weight in his chair as he opened the letter. The peace was bad for business, but it was only for three days. A chance for R&R was rare, but appreciated amongst te men, a chance they wouldn't want to give up for a babysitting job as a "Peacekeeper". He would need someone who would take the job, and be able to impress the others enough to consider employment in the future.
"Go get Dark for me"
And with that, the courier left the tent to grab the soldier.
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Mitchell (Doc) Spiral
The hustle and bustle of preperations at every corner created a small havoc among the crowds of Haven. The Festival coming up meant crowns to be made, and problems to be had. When the letter Came to Kora's desk, it was almost devoured in the large stack of other pending requests.
"I don't have to for this right now, can you find someone who can keep the crowds from roiting? preferibly a Doctor in case something happens."
Korra said to the recruit without looking up, she continued her work with a spirited pace as he wondered off into a local medical facility to find someone who could fill the broad terms he was assigned.
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Herex (Hex) Gremlin
The gears of war screached to a halt, the firey forges and war factories shutting down for the first time in ten years, as the populace began to make their way to the surface. A gremlin thwacher made his way through the hoard carrying a dear package for the King himself. Managing to avoid being trampled, he approached King Tinkinzar. The two elite guards stopped him short, holding blades to his throat.
"Why are you here?"
The king said, looking down at the whelp with crimson eyes. The thwacker bowed before continuing.
"T-there's a message for you my leige... from the spirals"
Without skipping a beat, the king had the letter
"Ah yes, the 'Peacekeepers'. We will need someone who is wise, strong, and above all, renowned for his unfaltering loyalty. ...Bring me Ghostmane Stalker Gracken."
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Fluf (Fluff) Devilite
"YOU'VE GOT MAIL"
The screen flickered to life as the computer delivered the message
Hey there, we just got a notice saying you've received the invitation
and we'd like you to take a look at it. Please do not file away or destroy
this document reguardless of how customs dictate. This is a time sensitive
matter, so once you reach the office and begin you work week, we would
like you to stroll over to management during your lunch break, or now.
Also richards disappeared after helping at Amu-sol the other day,
so I hope you didn't have any plans for the weekend. This matter is both
urgent and private, so do try not to talk about it alright? Thanks
-Management
(P.S. Good work with the yawn quota today, keep up the work)
Thu, 03/13/2014 - 21:44
#2
Meanwhile, at Fluff's place of work:
Fluff stared at a line of paperclips on his desk. He swapped two. "Richard, gone..." He swapped another two. "My best friend is gone..." He swapped yet another two. "Who could possibly be able to replace Richard?" Several more pairs of paperclips were swapped before the buzzer sounded at 66 o'clock, indicating lunch break. Freed temporarily from the chore of alphabetizing the paperclips, Fluff was able to focus further on personal matters. Consulting a document he used to track friendship levels between himself and his acquaintances, he crossed Richard's name and statistics off the list in one stroke of red pen, verified Kevin as the next highest scorer, and skipped off to go have lunch with Kevin.
At 66:16, only a couple of minutes before lunch break ended, Fluff drank the last of his coffee, congratulated Kevin one more time, and started off in the direction of the management sector. If his superiors wanted to actually sit down and discuss something, he figured the time should come out of working, not eating. As he walked, he busied himself tossing a stapler against the walls and ceiling and catching it again. He stepped over a yellowed skull lying in the hall, grinned, and thought how glad he was that he wasn't whoever that had been. Richard, perhaps?
Fri, 03/14/2014 - 03:58
#3
Sitting behind his computer the Soldier known only by Thirteen started to run some basic testing on his new system. It was a better version of the global network developed by the Order, of course their was one big problem because he had to hack most of the other systems to get it working right but he did manage to get into the lot of them. With one final button press he sent the system online.
With a loud snap the global system sprang to life, showing a hollow map of the planet as well as a dot pinpointing his current location. With a smile he started to type in some commands, if anything he should be looking into Skotino or Daud's locations as those two where the Key's to his pay check. Being a Technical officer has its perks. But this system will be loads better then the old one, after all I can go to any system on the planet as long as its online and get a read out of who, and what is on it as well as in real time. Looking up he smiled as he looked at the working computer. It was doing everything he had hoped for and more. It would need a few more adjustments for filed use but for right now he had connected to anything relating to the field he was working in.
"Communications for Thirteen from Commander Daud!" A voice sprang from beyond the Threshold of his lab. Turning around the man brushed off his cloths and went to the door. Taking the message he nodded as he picked up his kit and headed out the door. It seemed he was needed some where else.
Turning around he went to the console and shut it down taking the program with him. Since all he needed was a working console he could run the program from anywhere, but he needed to be connected online to do anything right. Of course his laziness kicked in when he started out, forgetting to lock the door and dragging his feet all the way to the command tent where he took his orders and headed out. Peacekeeping? Me, this is going to be a drag but hey free money right?
Fri, 03/14/2014 - 08:33
#4
First contacts pt.1
Korra, deep in her work, hardly noticed when the medic entered her office.
"Can I help you?"
She said, before seeing the letter in his hands.
"Oh you're the one who was chosen, congrats. I'm supposed to send you over to the garrison to meet with the others, alright?"
Korra said frantically as a large stack of flyers nearly fell onto the floor, which would've meant hours of reorganizing. Before the man could get a word out, she sent him off to avoid any mishaps.
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"Yeaaaah, go ahead and sit down right there while I get the files"
Pit Boss Gordon's voice croaked, as his cigar let off a slight trail of smoke.
"Here we are"
He said, pulling out a two-hundred page packet
"Sign here, here, and here for the privacy policy, and here there and here for the non-disclosure act..."
666 Devilite Minutes later
"Annnnd finally go ahead and sign here to state that you wouldn't mind punishment #49746 if you were to fail any of the aforementioned promises or legal agreements. After that you can head over to the spiral offices, shelter devision, route A, house C. Or as they call it 'Garrision'.
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SIGN HERE
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Daud received word that #13 Had accepted the job, and with a sigh of relief, he wrote down further instructions to be delivered before his departure.
13, Remember, you are doing this for more than your regular pay,
as such I expect higher standards from you. You will be representing us,
and setting an example. We have high hopes for you, and will be in contact
should anything go wrong. I know we've earned a name for being rather
bloodthirsty in the past, but remember that there is to be no deaths during
your time there. Once you've made your preperations, make your way to the
garrison, it's the place we usually assemble if the spirals hire us.
Oh, and one more thing, stay awake during your shifts, no one needs to
see you sleep on the job
-Daud
Handing the letter off to the courier, Daud leaned back in his chair slightly, causing it to creak under his weight. A few days of R&R would do them good.
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Fri, 03/14/2014 - 12:47
#5
((Alright that is a fair job if being Daud. Thou he would not sit in a chair that can lean. Have you ever seen a Warden sitting? Its not a prity sight when the chair brakes xD))
Taking the order's Thirteen sighed as she tucked them into his pack which housed his tech as well as some importen papers for the Garrison officials. After all, Tech's from other groups normally arn't suppose to be in a place where the Spiral's Techs are because it ran the risk of hacking from on side or the other.
He thinks I am going to sleep on the job. No he is right I will more then likely be caught napping. Damn my aliment's.
Having had to take a transport to Haven Thirteen bolted down and out of Town Square getting dirty looks for baring the symble and crest of a Merc. group. It was not surprising, after all he thrived on 'blood money' which was often the case when he needed the money. With a quick turn he rounded into the Garrimson and found the guards eyeing him as he walked past the labs. He wished he could go in their so bad, but still getting too close would result in the Merc. getting a one way trip to a Spiral jail cell.
Reaching behind him Thirteen made sure his ranged weapon was present as well as the Master Blaster on his hip. Looking like a Gunslinger was a nice trick but his skills lied in programming and rewiring of things, as well as surveillance. It took another set of turns to find the Office to which he found another knight had already gotten their. Waving his hand he pulled out his commission and handed it to the Intel Officer.
"Thirteen, Darkwatch Regulator of Information and Technology, Reporting for Mission." He said, his voice already sounding as if he did not have a care in the world.
Sat, 03/15/2014 - 11:14
#6
Hmm, lets start things with an explosion. I mean, why not?
Boom.
Smog, soot, and fire flared up in Ventus' face as he coughed and waved the noxious fumes away from his face. Another fit of coughing overtook him and he wiped his face clean as he examined the mechanical heart of a Sprite he was trying to create. Valkyries had their own pets similar to these which they created with the use of their magic. He sighed at the thought of his own magical abilities which were none. He placed the heart on a table and studied the blueprints once again.
Knock, knock.
Ventus: Come in.
Courier: *Opens door wildly* CAPTAIN VENTUS, SIR!
Ventus' eyes flared open and watched as the heart --because of the sudden and wild opening of the door-- fell to the ground and shattered.
Ventus: *Responds through gritted teeth and a fake smile* Yes, what is it?
Courier: I have a message for you!
Ventus: A message? A MESSAGE?! YOU INTERRUPT ME, BREAK MY WORK, AND TELL ME IT'S A SIMPLE MESSAGE!? THIS BETTER BE GOOD OR ELSE I'LL BE DONE WITH YOU RIGHT HERE. *Crazily eyes the sword on the table*
Courier: *Twitches* It's from Queen Gwenevere, sir. She summons you.
Ventus: Well, I guess that's... important-ish. I'll be there.
Ventus looked in the direction of the shattered heart, and his eyes drooped. He sighed, slung his shield over his back and clipped his sword to hit belt and exited out the door to the direction of the Queen in a lazy trudge.
Fri, 03/21/2014 - 18:17
#7
666 is 39 real people minutes. Hooray!
Another blood pact. Ugh. Management had come up with those during a temporary depression in that particular commodity, and had stubbornly stuck with them even after the depression had ended. Fluff's head was spinning after having listened to all that fine print at the rate of five pages per minute, but he'd had to sign so many similar documents by now that he could do it reflexively. He bit his thumb, and scrawled his name almost illegibly over the dotted line.
"Annd please sign the nickname you'll be required to use right here."
Devilites had developed a trick by now to conserve blood when signing papers in multiple places, and Fluff used it now: he simply stamped his arm down on the first signature, then stamped it down again to create a smudged copy. He then smeared out the last letter to make it different.
"Excellent, that'll be all," Gordon dismissed him. "The stairs are over there." And so Fluf stumbled over to the stairs leading to Haven, still covered in blood, trying to get his headache to stop.
Doc was a cautious man, so when he received a letter from the Intel Agency about meeting someone somewhere around here, he wasn't very enthusiastic. He looked over the address, making sure this was the right place.
"I guess this is it." He muttered. He adjusted his glasses and bag, and walked inside to meet his employers. The Festival was a most auspicious event, a time of peace where all were content, and Doc loved it. He thought back to his days under that wretched general, and thought of a new profession as a Peacekeeper. Could be something look forward to.