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 Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 8:08 pm
Clover Town (クローバー タウン Kurōbā Taun) is where the Masters of Legal Guilds meet to have their regular meetings Clover town is a rather small town situated in a mountainous area, surrounded by forests. It is best known for the fact that it is the place where Masters of Legal Guilds are gathered to discuss their guilds. Clover is shown to be located in a rather mountainous setting in the southeastern part of Fiore, near the neighboring nation of Bosco. A railway connects Clover town to a series of other towns such as Oshibana and Magnolia Town.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2018 5:40 pm
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Kaya Wolf Moon Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2018 7:27 pm
She wound her way through the streets of the town. Her head hung low. A shawl lay wrapped tightly about her head and face. Only her eyes, like the deepest emeralds, could be seen should she look up. The rest of her clothing was light and fit loosely on her form. Her target was a short distance in front of her. He remained blissfully unaware of her presence, which is precisely how she wanted it to be. A crowded street made for excellent cover. Which, by the way the target moved, is what he desired. All the better for her to work in. An impish smile spread across her face. Right hand clenched the coin purse it held. Her stride lengthened as she increased her pace. Now was the time to strike. “Excuse me,” the assassin called out, racing up to the cloaked figure. “Excuse me! I believe you dropped this!” She reached out to touch him on the back of the shoulder. Her hand would tug him backwards so that he could meet her gaze. However, her grip was not ordinary. Secreted in her hand, tucked carefully under her middle finger, sat a ring laced with poison. The moment her fingers pressed against him, it would be released into his system. It didn’t have an immediate effect. That would be too suspicious. It took a solid minute before the man would start to feel light-headed and stumble around. That moment would be her cue. She would give the performance of a lifetime.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2018 11:18 pm
  Damien JohnistenAge: 23S-RankSiren CurseMagicDamien was using the crowd to his advantage as he dodged council members within the town. He had caused a bit of trouble that would send anyone into a fit to find him. After all he aided in a giant guild fight then killed a bunch of rune knights to help break out a guildmate from custody. Though the second part wasn’t really something he wanted to do. It put everything he worked for in danger and he would be damned if his chance at scooping Alessandra away was ruined. Damien kept his head down, using his hood as best as he could to cover his eyes. When a hand touched his shoulder he about turned to deck to person who touched him. However, he found himself looking into the eyes of a stranger. “ I didn’t drop that.” Damien spoke coldly to the odd woman as he pulled his shoulder away from her, he didn’t need her to get a good look at his face. Just incase wanted posters began popping up with his face on it. “ It was probably someone else. Or better yet. Just keep it for yourself.” Damien would turn away from her as he spoke, his voice not really holding any tone of emotion or care. The male didn’t want to get involved with anyone, especially if they didn’t aid in his goal. Unaware of what had entered into his system the tall male ducked back into the crowed. Damien didn’t make it far when the effects of the poison began to kick in. He blinked a few times as he put his hand on his head, stumbling a bit as he tried to walk further. Ducking into an alleyway Damien used his free hand to steady himself against a wall while his other hand remained pressed against his head. First confusion struck the male as he tried to figure out what had happened. It must have been that woman. Damien was certain about that, he had already convinced himself that she was either a bounty hunter or part of the magic council; maybe at very least a Rune knight. “ I gotta get out of here. Before she finds me.” Damien stated to himself in a low mumble as he staggered down the alleyway. His foot caught the edge of a tipped over trash can, one knocked down my racoons or stray cats. Tripping and falling over Damien hardly managed to catch himself before his face met the hard ground under him. To strangers who walked by Damien looked like a drunk man trying to make his way home and thus they continued to ignore him. The dark hair, to proud to call for help, struggled up and further down the alleyway where he kept tripping and falling.  OOC:
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Kaya Wolf Moon Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2018 9:59 pm
The man wished to have no part of her. She could tell by his harsh tone and prompt movements. That was all well and fine. If she were honest, she would normally not care to interact with others as well. People were tiresome beings. However, the woman never could back down from a challenge…or Jewel. “Oh, sorry. I thought you had dropped this. My mistake.” Izara bowed her head then backed away from him. Secreting the coin purse, she awaited his hastening away before lifting her gaze again. Her emerald orbs locked onto his retreating form. Her body flitted through the crowd like a ghost among them. Unhindered and free to move at her own pace despite the large gathering. Fifty-five. Fifty-six. Fifty-seven. Fifty-eight, the woman counted the seconds until the poison would kick in. Right as she mentally uttered the number sixty, her target began to stumble about. Rose-red lips quirked up in a knowing grin. It’s time. Increasing her pace, Izara closed the distance between them. The man had ducked into a side alley. As if that will help you, she snickered. He was making a lot of noise. If he were trying to escape, then he was doing a poor job of it. She closed her eyes briefly, schooling her features and readying herself for the upcoming role. A few quick strides brought her to the same alley Damien withdrew to. He scrambled near the far end of the alley, struggling to remain upright. Her smile widened. “There you are!,” she called out in feigned panic. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Have you been drinking again?! Oh, you promised me you wouldn’t!” Baleful emerald orbs glistened with unshed tears. She hefted a put-upon sigh. Wringing her hands, Izara said, “But I suppose I can’t leave you out here. You are my brother after all. Come on…” The woman had managed to move the length of the alley by this time. Placing one arm around Damien’s lower back, she ducked under his left arm, securing it around her neck. She held him firmly by his wrist and clothing. “…We’re going back to uncle’s. Mother would faint if she saw you in this state.” Izara prompted him to take a step. Her own feet shuffled in the refuse of the alley as she painstakingly guided him. Members of her team would be awaiting them at the ramshackle hut they deemed “Uncle’s Cabin.” If Damien were to make a fuss, Izara would simply brush it off as the ramblings of a drunkard.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2019 11:26 pm
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Kaya Wolf Moon Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2019 10:48 am
A coy smile curled her lips. This one is putting up a fight. Color me impressed. As she truly was. Not many were capable of fighting off the drug for as long as the young man had. It would be a matter of time, however. She chose this particular drug for its unique properties. Not only did it act quickly but it also stayed in the system longer, making it easier to control the target once they succumbed to it. Until he was overcome entirely, she would just have to keep up the façade. “Here now!” Izara placed her hands on her hips. Her face was pinched in a faux angry scowl. “Is that any way to talk to your sister?! After everything I’ve done for you?” She fell silent as he proceeded to throw stones and bricks at her with his magic. Their intel had been correct. He was a good one to take for the cause. The woman stood her ground, letting the stone whiz and zing past her, furrowing her brow to make the angry expression more pronounced. “Is that all you’ve got, Big Brother? You certainly are drunk, aren’t you? Hooting and carrying on like a madman. Mother would be ashamed of you! I’ve got half a mind to take you home and let HER sort you out.” She paused to let that contrived threat settle. Then, with a weary sigh, she let her arms drop. Shaking her head, Izara said, “But, then I’d have to explain how you got into this mess and that’d be too much of a pain. Come on.” She took a step forward while Damien backpedaled. Her tone was coaxing, to set him at ease. “Don’t be like that. Whether you like it or not, we’re family and I’m going to help you. It’d be easier on me if you listened to reason. The last thing I need is to carry you the whole way… Which may be the case with how badly you’re stumbling about. You’re likely to fall over and pass out any moment now.” Izara wished the man would give up. Not every word she uttered had been a lie. She truly didn’t wish to have to drag him along to Uncle’s Cabin. That put more strain on her and those she worked with. It’d be far easier for them if Damien let her guide him to the rendezvous; but, of course, the target refused to make things simple.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2019 11:06 pm
Damien JohnistenAge: 23S-RankSiren CurseMagicDamien snarled at the woman as he backed away, whatever she had done to him it was getting worse. The dark haired male stumbled backwards as he tried to get away from the woman. He wasn't really afraid but more determined to get away and see his plan through to the end. Whatever end that may be. Her honeyed words only pushed him back farther, he was not going with this woman. He was not going to go to jail after all his hard work! He didn't know who she was but was certain she was part of the magic council. Why else would she be interested in him? All the crimes he had committed; murders, theft, property damage, threats, attempted kidnapping, kidnapping, assault. The list could go on. " You're mad to think I'll give up so easily and go with you. I have my own thing I need to do and you standing in my way is really pissing me off. Get out of here!" The stone mage snarled as he stumbled back, eventually falling on one knee. He wasn't done. Not in his mind yet. Damien was determined to do all that he could to get out of this situation. However, he felt his body losing to whatever she did to him. Now was his only chance to move. Just like before, after getting pummeled by Alessandra, he was going to book it. Run to a location he deemed safe and hide out there until the search for him died down. As the woman came closer Damien attempted to run, only to stumble and land face first in the ground. His body refused to move how he wanted it to. He groaned while pushing himself off the ground with his hands. Trying to stand but getting no further than a couple of crawling steps while on his hands and knees. " I'll get free. Don't get comfortable with having me in your clutches, woman. You will not succeed." The stone mage growled at the woman, for now... maybe it was best to play along. At this point he couldn't move well at all. His vision was blurred and his memory was foggy at best. He didn't even fully remember how he had gotten down the alleyway in the first place. OOC: Brain has recovered! Helga and Hailey took a lot of energy >.>;;;
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Kaya Wolf Moon Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 8:13 pm
Her target was certainly a stubborn one. She couldn’t remember the last time someone put up such a fuss against her poisons. He is stronger than I gave him credit for. Perhaps she should’ve added more sedative. Of course, adding too much could’ve had the adverse effect of putting him in a coma. That simply wouldn’t do. Her employers would be quite upset if one of their purchases arrived damaged. No, it was definitely best to play it safe this time around. She wanted to get the most she could for her bounty. And a bounty it was to be if things kept progressing as they had. Lips curving up in a smile, she watched the man stagger drunkenly about the alley, shouting his obscenities. “Now, Brother, you’re starting to hurt my feelings,” Izara simpered back, walking unhurriedly in his wake. The poison was taking its toll on him. Its effects came fully into their own the more he moved and struggled. Just another minute or so and he’ll be mine. Until then, she acted the part of the doting sister simply trying to get her overly-imbibed brother home safely. At long last, the poison appeared to work its way through the rest of his body. The man collapsed to the ground with a thud. He attempted a shuddering lurch, which served no purpose other than to make him face plant, before settling into an odd crawl, which worked about as well as the first try. “Just you wait,” the sly woman knelt in front of him. Emerald green orbs bored into him as she feigned offense by his words. “When we get home, I’ll see to it that Mother gives you a proper dressing down for the way you’re acting right now. Disturbing these people with your paranoid accusations. Cursing your only sister who is only trying to look out for you. You’re lucky Father isn’t alive to see you like this.” Each lie fluttered from her lips with practiced ease. Izara had been in the mercenary business for quite some time. Years of practicing the art of subterfuge and deception were being put to good and proper use today. “Oh well,” she sighed deeply. “I guess there’s nothing for it. Come one. Up we go.” She tugged at the hem of Damien’s sleeve. Wrapping his arm around her neck, the woman snaked her other arm around his waist then gave a giant heave upward. His weight was more than she anticipated though she managed to keep her footing, teetering only for a brief second before finding balance. Izara adjusted her grip so that she clung securely to his belt and arm. “Okay, steady as she goes. One foot in front of the other all the way to Uncle’s Cabin.” With a tentative step forward, she started to guide her target’s footsteps to the rendezvous point.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2019 11:35 pm
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Kaya Wolf Moon Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2019 3:29 pm
Izara snickered. The man was certainly either very stupid or very brave to spout off threats in his condition. Still, however, she kept up her act despite his admonishes. “Threatening your dear sister like that,” the woman clucked her tongue. “It’s absolutely terrible. Drunkard or no. Mother and Father would be livid to hear you say things like that. I suppose it’ll be best to tell Uncle about it instead. Maybe he can get you sobered up and speaking nicely again.” Although her tone was sweet and blithe, there was an underlying threat to her words. She would not be bullied, especially by a man such as this one. “Ah now,” Izara scoffed at his endeavors to make her task difficult. “You always were one to underestimate me. I’m not so easily pushed around, Dear Brother.” As if to prove her point, the woman hoisted him higher onto her shoulder, pulling him until he was slung over it like a sleeping damsel in distress. He might’ve been hefty but she was prepared for the extra weight this time around and so didn’t stumble or falter in the least. “See? Although…it feels like you put on a few pounds since I saw you last. Beer belly in full swing I take it?” She laughed at her own joke, continuing the trek as if nothing were amiss. “Fortunately for you, we’re not far from Uncle’s cabin now. Should be right around the bend. Just up this way.” Izara would say nothing more as she strode onward. The streets were mostly deserted though there were a few passersby whom stopped to stare and chortle at their seeming predicament. She could not fault them for it either. She herself found it amusing as well. To put this male in his place as she had. “Here we are,” the white-haired woman rapped on the door of a ramshackle little building which looked more like a shed than a cabin. Shifting Damien slightly, she waited until the door swung open with a creak before swiftly striding inside. The door swung shut the same instant she dropped him unceremoniously on a pile of potato sacks. “We finally made it to Uncle’s Cabin, BROTHER,” Izara’s lips curled in a predatory smirk, emphasizing the last term with clear spite.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2019 8:50 pm
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Kaya Wolf Moon Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2019 5:51 pm
The woman listened disinterestedly while he berated her. He clearly had no clue to whom he spoke. He had his assumptions, of course, from what Izara could decipher but he was clueless. She let him moan and snarl his threats, walking steadily onward to where she was to meet her fellows. At long last, they arrived at the cabin. Izara grinned cheerily at the sight of it. Her portion of the job was almost at an end. It was simply a matter of getting the man inside, securing him properly, and getting him to the boat on time. Fortunately, she only had to get the boys started on their task and she could find some rest. The Creed had been working her far more than usual, so it would be nice to have some time alone until her next job. "Oh dear," Izara snickered, leering down at the dark-haired mage. "It seems as if you're under the wrong impression. We're not here to arrest you or to hand you over to your Magic Council. That would be counterproductive, you see." Propping herself against the table, she adjusted the scarf around her neck from where Damien's weight had shifted it, continuing to explain, "We're here because we were sent to gather mages. And you, my friend, fit that bill...which means my friends and I have every intention of sending you to our employers so they can do with you what they will." Her tone was flippant, uncaring. She didn't care what the people in those countries did with her bounty. The one thing that mattered was that she and the Creed were paid their due.
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2019 7:21 pm
Damien JohnistenAge: 23S-RankSiren CurseMagicDamien couldn't fight much, whatever she did had made it near impossible for him to do anything. So Damien did what was one of the other things he was good at, spitting and hissing nasty words the whole way to the cabin. When he could gain the ability to at least stand on his own he was going to burn everything and everyone to the ground. Every person and every person in the town were going to be nothing but ash. Bones, flesh, and buildings. He snarled as he was dragged inside and tied up, foggy blue eyes glared at the woman as she began to explain herself. " I'm not a tool for you to use. If you wanted me you should have paid and my price is high. What makes you think I'll do what your employer says? What if I play dumb to using my magic? How do you know you will be believed and not thought of as failures?" Then an idea struck. Damien's lips curled, " If you wanted a mage there's a spunky bratty ice mage in a guild. He wouldn't be able to help himself but to do as he is told. Though I doubt you guys will be able to catch him with your cheap tricks." He laughed at the woman, full of spike. His hatred for both the woman and the mage he spoke about seeping out. " I could take you to him, he's rather easy to find but in exchange I would be set free. I have other things I need to do. Someone to.... see...." The corner of his mouth twitched with cruelty, teeth bearing in his snarled laugh. If Anger and bitterness had a form it would be Damien. " Your choice b*ch. You could have someone more willing to do as you and your employer say... or Me. Who will do as I like regardless of orders. Don't think just because you dragged me here I'm easy to control. Him on the other hand... you will see what I mean if you let me take you to him." This was Damien's only hope, if they took it then he would get rid of Rin. Leaving Alessandra open and vulnerable for his use. The only person who could get annoying would be that red head Alessandra lived with and that new guy who moved in. Though Damien was pretty sure he could sneeze and they guy would run away. OOC:
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Kaya Wolf Moon Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2019 5:49 pm
The woman rolled her eyes. “Do you think us fools, boy?” It was painfully obvious he was attempting to bide time for himself. “We are not so easily bought. Our employers have promised us a rather hefty payment for mages the likes of you. Do you honestly think you can outbid them? I highly doubt it. As for the boy you refer to,” Izara leaned against the table, folding her arms over her chest haughtily, “We are already aware of him. My…companions are many and our network vast. We have been given many targets to find, but there are a few that bring greater interest than others. You with your special brand of elemental magic, as well as the ice-wielder…to name two. Don’t presume to play such childish games with me.” Her eyes flared pointedly. “He will be caught in due time. Just as you have been. Then the both of you shall be shipped to our employers so that we can get our payment. And believe me, you will do as you’re told. I acknowledge we do not know much about our employers, though that is for the best. What I do know is that they have ways of making you obey their commands. I recommend you reign in this paltry attempt at bravado before you meet them…unless you enjoy agony.” She stated the last with a false sweetness, features alight with amusement at the mere thought. Although, Izara did have to admit it too bad he was born with magic. His attitude, after a few minor adjustments perhaps, would have been a perfect fit for their organization. That willingness to do whatever it took to meet his end goal was something they could utilize.
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