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Post by Miska on Apr 15, 2016 8:20:13 GMT
Strangely, Miska did not feel overly terrified of finding a human skeleton under her feet. The first time she was sent to Chaldea…she was a little naïve. It is true that as a Magus she had long known that death and Thaumaturgy existed side by side. But with her father, truthfully she was rather pampered. She did not undergo the morbidly grueling training most young Magus of her family standing suffered. Only during the past few years while she was living with her Grandfather did she fully realized the gravity of being a Magus. Even within that short while, she was said to have grown exponentially. Not in all areas she had grown though, which somewhat dismayed her. And in Chaldea, his first mission he was immediately faced with life and death situation. And Genghis… As perhaps the only human alive to have seen The Scourge of Humanity directly Miska felt there was no more terror or violence he could not face. He…still had nightmares about the vision he saw under Genghis malicious Noble Phantasm. And then the second mission, and another. Before Miska knew it death did not surprise her anymore. He had grown. As a Magus. As someone befitting the title of Lord Kopparsvard. But was it a step closer to the kindhearted, bespectacled man of her father she idolized? Or was it instead a push towards the grim, bearded Patriarch of his grandfather he truly respected? Miska did not know. And did not care about it right now. Her mind had returned to the task at hand. Avoid detection, find the mummy quickly, signal the submarine, and leave. That was all Miska Kopparsvard and her Servant had to do. So to fulfill the first principle… “Let’s seek the Cargo Hold first.” He said, still crouching to avoid detection. “If there really are people in von Mietz’s room we should put- I mean- we should avoid it for the time being. Not that I doubt you to be able- you sure can handle a few Magus quickly, right?” He paused, chewing on his lower lips. Servants are so fickle. Some took major offense at even the slightest implication of their incompetence- “So…so… We can check the Cargo Hold first and then, if Target is not there, we can force our way inside von Mietz’s room where you can- um… -tackle- them before they know we are there.”
“But no killing, Assassin!” he added, suddenly being stern, “von Mietz does not have Sealing Designation so we have no right to end his life...”
He stopped, as if in deep thoughts.
“Although –really- no one have the right to end anyone’s life…”His voice trailed off and he became silent. *** Naayééʼ NeizgháníPlease feel free to control more things of the plot, Merlin! This is a story written together  |
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Post by Naayééʼ Neizghání on Apr 17, 2016 6:18:35 GMT
Assassin gave a small groan as her master reminded her not to kill anyone, although probably not for the reason one might assume. Really, how incapable did she Naayééʼ Neizghání think was? That she'd have to snap necks or break spines at the first hint of any danger they ran into? Despite what he class title might assume, Assassin valued the life in all things. Every living being in the world had worth and purpose, and a wasteful killing would be the ultimate disservice to that purpose intrinsic to all living things. It was almost insulting that she'd assume the native american servant would kill people unless there was no other choice possible.
Assuming physical form and rolling her eyes, she reached out and aggressively ruffled the top of Miska's head, even as the pouring rain showered down upon the both of them.
"Lighten up, Master. Nobody will be dying today if I have anything to do with it."
Well, besides those two skeletons they'd already stumbled across, but even then, it was likely they hadn't died and somehow decomposed that same day. It was more likely they were long, long dead. But then what were they doing on a lifeboat? Assassin would not let it show on her features so as to avoid worrying her young master, but the thought troubled her far more than she let on.
Still, nothing to do now but move forward.
Assassin shifted back into her ethereal form, guiding her master down into the depths of the ship. For the most part, they wouldn't run into much of anyone-- Assassin used the wind to detect approaching passengers and quickly diverted their course should they be at risk of running into any. However, a conundrum soon arrived that there was really no easy solution too. Guiding Miska into a hallway, the young master might notice the soft hum of music and chatter through walls as they approached. The servant signaled for them to halt, speaking to her master despite her ethereal form. Even with presence concealment, Assassin didn't want to risk the spectacle of reforming so close to passengers, especially when there were too many to keep track of.
"You said you've been on these sorts of ah, "cruises" before, yes?"
Assassin paused, chuckling somewhat awkwardly.
"Because we may need to pass through a rather... crowded room, to reach the storage deck."
Just adjacent to them were two large doors, which swung into a large ballroom, currently filled with guests. Assassin could not tell much about them from out here, besides the fact that there were a lot of them. A party of some sort was being held within, to commemorate some event the ancient native american servant could probably not identify even if she were told at face value what it was. Normally she would not try to guide Miska through such a room, but well, every other route to the Cargo Hold was either inaccessible to them or had even less likely odds of remaining undetected. In such a crowded room, at least they might be able to slip by unnoticed through the crowd, right?
"I can attempt to locate other routes, but it will be extremely time consuming to do so."
It was more a token offer than anything. Assassin could try to finesse them through one of the other routes, but she genuinely felt this was the best course of action. While there was definitely something strange happening inside the ballroom, it wasn't anything magical or mysterious, more like a strange environment, an attitude that wasn't quite as celebratory as it should be. And with so many people inside, that would make it easy for someone as small as Miska to slip through relatively unnoticed... probably. After all, what was one strange passenger on a boat with over a thousand on it?
Assassin didn't really consider the fact that Miska might not look the part if it really was a fancy party; especially sopping wet.
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Post by Miska on Apr 25, 2016 15:01:50 GMT
“Lighten-up? B-But I am already-“Being roughly ruffled on the head angered Miska somewhat. One could see him almost bristling at being treated such. What-what did the Servant think he was? A child? He was already a grown Magus, and a Lord to boot! And-and-and not to mention making his hair messy! But confrontation was never in Miska’s nature. She accepted the gesture and swallowed her pride. There would be no point in arguing right now. And Assassin seemed to be of good intention anyway. Almost half-big sisterly. He followed the Assassin with silent movements that might have even make the Servant proud. By maximizing the effectiveness of his body “moving in silence” combined by his own natural carefulness, he was able to match Assassin’s steps without being too much of a hindrance. He did however make sure to stay in the shadows whenever he could to minimize risk of being seen. An easy task in the drenched deck outside, but as they went started to enter the luxurious cruise everything was so brightly lit that Miska thought it was a miracle they had not been seen. Perhaps he had Assassin to thank.
"You said you've been on these sorts of ah, "cruises" before, yes?"Assassin paused, chuckling somewhat awkwardly. Miska also stopped. “No. But-”"Because we may need to pass through a rather... crowded room, to reach the storage deck."
Miska peeked inside and saw a room –a full evening party room- filled with people in their best suits and dresses. Expensive foods were distributed around and just by looking at their jewelery Miska knew that these people were the high-end of society. She suddenly felt miserable in her wet, drenched cloak that smell of sea salt. “Are you crazy?” he whispered sharply, looking at the room with almost genuine horror in his eyes. “ No way we can slip- well, you can- but they would notice me the first time I bumped- or even just walk- into the room. There are no beggars in cruises”
"I can attempt to locate other routes, but it will be extremely time consuming to do so."“Do so,” said Miska in a commanding tone, already turning around to retrace their steps, “It is impossible to sneak inside that room full of people. Period.”
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Post by Naayééʼ Neizghání on Apr 30, 2016 3:24:29 GMT
"Beggar...?"
Assassin tilted her head quizzically. So their patterns of dress differed on a cruise than what Misha was wearing? Well, she supposed she could have gathered that from before now just from the people she'd spied so far. But for someone from a time wear you simply wore whatever you could make out of what you had, the concept of "fancy attire" didn't even register. The idea that her attire might make her stand out in the room hadn't even occurred to the Native American servant. She frowned slightly, but nodded her head obediently. Part of her wanted to argue the point, but Misha seemed vehement that she find some other way through.
"...Very well, Master. Please do not stray too far, I will try to find another route through."
Misha stalked away from their location, and Naayééʼ Neizghání couldn't help but feel she'd upset the youth. Exhaling sharply, she vanished into her etheral form and moved off, retracing her own steps. Perhaps she's missed something earlier? The spirit glided through the hallways, examining the routes toward their destination. The wind whispered too her, informing her of moving bodies, shifting forms that disturbed it's gentle breeze at every corner. The ship was crowded, too crowded to avoid any contact getting to their destination.
Naayééʼ Neizghání walked down the path of the least populated path-- It traced above the ballroom they had just abandoned, an access path clearly meant more for the staff than for common folk. Only a trace few people walked up and down it, as far as she could see. They lumbered, a bit too stiffly, as if tired. Naayééʼ Neizghání assumed it was because they were on the clock-- People these days seemed to have some odd disdain for their professions, as if the time they spent "working" was somehow wasted. Their garb was unfamiliar to her, but it seemed like most were... security, perhaps? They looked like what she could conceptualize a policeman might, but slightly odder. A few of them seemed to wear more casual attire, but they all bore name tags so she could only assume they were employees. They were spread out from one another, some by themselves and some only in groups of no more than three or four people.
Possible to be navigated through, if they were careful. All the other routes seemed to be filled with many more people, so it was their best option...
Assassin idly looked up as she trailed her way back to her master, noticing the grate leading into the vent right above the hallways.
She blinked twice, then moved to investigate them. The vents were decent sized for their purpose-- A couple of feet wide and high. Enough for air to get through, and... rats? That was strange. There was an abundance of rats in the vents, more than she would have expected for ship that's been at sea for an extended period of time. She moved away from it before exploring much further-- She wouldn't be able to take physical form inside the vent anyway. Well, she could theoretically fit, but she wouldn't be able to move much. It did give her an idea, however.
Returning to her master, Assassin re-materialized, staying within nearby shadows with her presence concealment active, just to be safe.
"Master, the route above is... possible, although it will be difficult to navigate while remaining undetected. We may have to incapacitate some bystanders to move through and remain unnoticed."
She paused, before offering her other idea.
"...However, the vents of the ship are quite sizable. Someone your size may be able to slip through them, although it will be... claustrophobic. You would not be able to remove the grates, but I could feasible remove them where you wished to enter and exit. It would avoid most humans, although the rats may find you somewhat bothersome."
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