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[Nebbia d Argento]

Corvo Bianco

NPC

Mira Naigus
Inteligence Department Headmaster

Mira would smiled as Illo seemed to take the offer.
"Very well, you'll find the coordinates here."
Said the headmaster, giving Illo a small paper with the info.

Miss trumped on the other hand had the staff busy for she continuously toyed them like rag dolls, playing judo against them as she would normally had done so with Illo and Melanie back then.

Mira was pleased to see Illo would take this task, hoping to had made the right choice by asking him. After all, it had been a while since he assisted the intelligence department and while the reports indicated that they were facing mere humans there was this... feeling inside her that made her wary of even asking the monk. She couldn't understand it. But neither that would keep her from following her natural lead built upon her many years of experience. He was the right choice for the task, she simply knew it.  

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Nebbia d Argento

Location & company: Home with __
Power output: 0%
Soul appearance & strength: normal human

Illo nodded and took his struggle up. He'd almost forgotten what work looked like! Years since his first and only official mission with Shibusen; he could only imagine what was there waiting for him on the other side of this piece of paper. Iron Phoenix: there was a reputation that came with the name that commanded a certain urgency --"what's he doing here? why didn't anyone tell us the situation was this serious?"-- that followed him; he would no sooner shake that reputation than hang up his tunic, but it was still a bit inconvenient at times. Times like this, he'd be glad to simply be a nobody. Maybe he was...

"I won't let you down," he affirmed. "I'll handle it like a household chore: precisely and without a second thought." He resigned himself to study the information given him by the intel. head.
After a moment, he closed his eyes, started to picture his target, using a technique passed down to him by his elders.

He vanished, warping back home for just a moment to collect himself in a quiet place.
The monk was sure he would be able to find something... --perhaps more power? He increased his output, just to be able to sense things more clearly. And, after a long moment,
the Phoenix finally disappeared. Destination:
the Dark Continent.

 

[Nebbia d Argento]

Corvo Bianco

The monk would see himself standing before the unforgiving sun of the Savannah, bright and burning as a dragon's breath, with all the sounds of the wild calling out for the foreign presence.

He was just a few yards from the reserve as many of the interns quickly opened the gates and called the monk in desperately as if his life was in danger. There were no lions, hyenas or predators around, but he could also smell something else....Death. Just behind him were the carcasses of many man and women alike piled around the reserve as if it was some sort of salt circle.
Not only that but Illo's sight would soon be blinded and his ears taken away by the panic cry of the a frightened elephant which held onto his face with her truck, it would seem somehow Miss trumpet was able to follow Illo all the way here? but how?
In all honestly who was the monk to question the link between a man and the mischievous pachyderm.  

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Nebbia d Argento

Location & company: Home with __
Power output: 0%
Soul appearance & strength: normal human

Illo was about to take off--teleport, that is--when something very much like a dry version of the kraken's tentacle--or something--seized him. He struggled, as anyone might have, at first, but then the majestic creature could feel his body relax, and his feet, once bouncing at the call of innumerable neurons, rested on the ground; he put his hand on her trunk, stroked it gently.

"What a good girl you are!" He remarked softly. "Following me all the way out here."

 

[Nebbia d Argento]

Corvo Bianco

Miss trumpet was terrified, having being raised in a loving and caring home, away from the horrors of war, witnessing this would scar the poor pachyderm's memory as the scent was too strong, and the view wasn't really that pretty either.
The Interns and workers of the reserve kept calling Illo and Miss trumpet in within their native language, trying to save them from the perils that dwell in the Savannah.  

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Nebbia d Argento

Location & company: Home with __
Power output: 0%
Soul appearance & strength: normal human

Needless to say, the continued calling, with desperation, from those on the other side of the gate was disconcerting. Illo, recovering his focus from Miss Trumpet, had a decision to make on how to enter. If he chose the pedestrian way he might be overtaken by some monster--surely he too could smell the bodies--or worse put Miss Trumpet in danger; and yet, he wasn't sure how the people would respond to his teleportation. Such a supernatural ability was perhaps on par with whatever otherworldly threat they perceived...


... He took a deep breath, held Miss T.'s trunk, and warped the both of them into the gates. He turned himself around to see what might have been chasing them, giving introductions the backseat for now.

 

[Nebbia d Argento]

Corvo Bianco

With a more positive place to develop, Miss trumpet's noble soul would squeeze Illo playfully with her trumpet, putting the horrible image behind, yet she was still hesitant to wander around, even when in a supposed safe zone.
The interns of the reserve, would approach the man after realize he was inside the reserve.
"Are you alright sir? we thought you were a goner"
It would seem none of them were too scared about the fact he could teleport. Either it wasn't the first time they've seen it or it was normal for reinforcements to drop out on such fashion.  

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Nebbia d Argento

Location & company: Home with __
Power output: 5%
Soul appearance & strength: meister

Illo couldn't explain any of this, but that's what strength was for, hm? He tried as best he could to make Miss Trumpet at ease. Poor girl. Must've been stressed out of her mind in this place, even if following Illo was somehow her idea. He set it in his mind to figure that out as well as he turned to face the group of interns there.

"Hello," he began with a humble inclination of the head, "I am from Shibusen. Illo, twenty-fifth Iron Phoenix, at your service. Please, what is the matter?"

 

[Nebbia d Argento]

Corvo Bianco

"Things have gone out of control Mr. Phoenix, a few months ago, we faced issues regarding unlicensed hunters and mercenaries hunting our precious elephants for their Ivory as well as our Rhynos for their horns. It was awful. While we did our best to protect them, we were running out of supplies here and we were forced to leave the reserve in order to avast ourselves. But whenever we did our food trucks were hijacked forcing us to take our animals out to eat in the open, with the mercenaries waiting for us cowardly at the distance.
We were held hostages in our own reserve. Even some of the visitors became hostages along with us.
We couldn't contact the DMWA since they replied this was a job for the Reserve Rangers, until we were able to contact Miss Naigus from the bureau, one of the reporters that was hold hostage happened to have her number saying he worked with her once. However as the help was on their way, everything went down to hell. The Mercenaries... they were.... gone. While we were relieved at fist it wasn't until dawn hit us that we woke up to witness ... this."
Said the intern while pointing out the massacre that surrounded the reserve.
"While they were bad people, they were still people, surely a man of peace such as yourself should know better.
After the help arrived however, they were greeted with a rain of fire and iron, decimating each and every single one of those who remained within the Savanna. After hearing this, Dengu sama finally decided to pay us a visit only to be gravely wounded. We're doing the best we can to treat his wounds on a tent inside. He has compared this to a Rainbow descending upon our Reserve."
It was then when it hit the monk, he couldn't sense souls at all. The madness spread across the Savannah was so dense that the only soul he was able to barely grasp was that of Miss trumpet who was right next to her.
"Whoever this group of shooters are, we thought they were our saviors but they are no different from killers. And the Mercenaries keep coming looking for revenge, only to stain this Savannah with their blood"  

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Nebbia d Argento

Location & company: Home with __
Power output: 5%
Soul appearance & strength: meister

While it was troubling that Illo couldn't sense souls of those around him, only a blanketing madness coating the area, he did find relief at the simplicity of his mission so far; however nuanced it might have seemed to the staff there at the zoo, the monk would never be confused at indiscriminately wrecking those around him. He just wished they didn't have guns. That would make things a bit more tricky.

"You have fought well to protect yourselves thus far," the monk reassured the one relating all this to him with a hand on their shoulder, "but now it is time for me to clear things up." He began to move further into the camp, making sure Miss trumpet was with him. "I would like to see Dengu-sama," he said, eyes straight ahead.

 

[Nebbia d Argento]

Corvo Bianco

The monk would be taken by the interns towards the center of their camp where a small but at least better looking tent was.
The camp looked like a war zone despite the fact none of the interns were injured, they were so scared of going out that the camp was slowly decaying.
In the best tent they could afford, stored the old Death Scythe Dengu Dinga.

The tall man would lay on a bed made from blankets and a small couch which would only store the upper half of his torso.
As Illo would get inside, the cold and stern eyes of the death scythe would turn on his direction. Even injured, watching a full grown death scythe eye to eye made shivers run down your spine. These were warriors who fought under lord death's hand... perfect killing Machines.
"Who are you?"
As expected of someone as far from civilization as Dengu, his connections with the DMWA were merely speaking straight to lord Death or other Death Scythes, he had no time to wander about the other cities, or knowing anything about the monastery. Religion wasn't really his thing. Survival was.  

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Nebbia d Argento

Location & company: Home with __
Power output: 5%
Soul appearance & strength: meister

"Dengu-sama," said the monk, bowing reverently. His life, in contrast, had been one of titles and hierarchy. Certainly,
he would give them man his due credit. "I have come from Shibusen to investigate the trouble here. I am called Illo." The others would have to tell the man about his past if they knew it, but this was not the time to gloat. Illo decided it best to keep the ball rolling: "What has happened so far?"

 

[Nebbia d Argento]

Corvo Bianco

"Trouble you say?"
The tall man asked, staring at the monk dead in the eye.
"Should this be a trouble I alone would had overcome it by merely stepping inside. No, Illo, this is not a trouble, this is a war... look of how the Savannah is stained with blood, look at the carcasses surrounding this place. Man, women alike, piled up like trophies... or warnings. Whomever this group may be, they are not siding with anyone, they claimed this place as their own."
Aware or not of Illo's stories, the interns would remain silent at the presence of the tall man.
"What can a man do within the battlefield if it is but a simple piece on a complex chess set."
With his stern expression it was hard if he was showing hope or disappointment at Illo's presence as the sole person sent to aid this place.
He would not complaint, for he too, had underestimated the situation and paid the price of it.
"Proceed carefully and leave me be."
With that, the death scythe would lean back on his pillow and close his eyes to continue his rest.

Outside miss trumpet would be wandering off, after all she didn't seem really comfortable with entering the Death Scythe's tent, before sending a loud trumpet, Illo should know this sound, something had startled her.  

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Nebbia d Argento

Location & company: Home with __
Power output: 5%
Soul appearance & strength: meister

Consternation: the essence of the man who had exhausted himself of mind and therefor body--for they were but one in the male mind; Illo shuffled a series of disappointed expressions before settling on something akin to the British variation of pity, setting his eyes coolly over the length of the veteran.

"Please recover quickly," he said, fishing out some of his licorice flavored bark and handing it to the death scythe. "It will much easier to clean said board with two pieces with us." He gestured to the bark with his eyes: "it will stabilise your soul for a speedy recovery." Just as he finished the explanation, an uncanny trumpet sounded. Illo, wasting no time, teleported out of the tent to see what was the matter.

 

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The monk would get back on the reserve's camp, looking for a certain pachyderm, which happened to be a few yards away, next to a male figure.
It wasn't until Illo would reach them both that the figure would turn around and meet up with him.
"Yo, boxer San! How's it going?"
The landlord greeted while petting miss trumpet in the head. It wold seem even Miss trumpet wasn't expecting him around.
"I see you found the place I talked to you about, fancy isn't it? They happen to hold a certain and special pachyderm species. the royal elephants, given they are an endangered species they thought about putting them here with other elephants to help them adapt and survive to keep the species going."

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