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Moira O'Deorain ([personal profile] tellmehowthisfeels) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-09-26 03:51 am

Quest Collections

Who: Moira O'Deorain ([personal profile] tellmehowthisfeels) & quest partners
What: It's quest time
When: Next couple of weeks or so
Where: Nabril and Olympia
Warning(s): Terrible people in here? Otherwise not much?

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[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-10-02 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
He hears the interlopers, their heavy scattered footfalls and idle goading chatter, but he doesn't look up. This woman's creative approach to science is more interesting than some rats from the street.

But they have a job to do.

Setting the jar out of place on its shelf, Takasugi turns from the stock. Such a considerate proposition...

"Yo." He may or may not take it. Takasugi places a hand on a gang member's shoulder, calling the attention of a jittery, agitated teen. "I heard a gang was going to show up here, but.

All I see is a bunch of school kids.

Any idea when the real criminals will arrive?" Smirk smeared across his face, he incites anger in several in the back line, who turn to him with colorful threats.
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[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-10-04 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
His partner falls in line with his simple antagonism, and that's enough to call the group leader's attention away from the shop's owner. The one in charge appears slightly older, a scar across his shoulder emphasized by a sleek tattoo.

To emphasize his experience, or something.

With an exasperated sigh, the leader pushes past his ranks, shushing several complaints along the way. "You two got business with us?" He seems more practical, though he's certainly put himself in their space - an attempt at intimidation.

"Don't know. That depends how much you're willing to pay." Bought protection can go both ways.
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[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-10-09 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Dimly lit, the apothecary offers many shadows to duck into, lines of shelving perfect cover for a hit and run style attack. But the woman disappears entirely, and those who witnessed her evaporation stare in shock.

All as their leader is mid-swing, broad fist aimed for Takasugi's face. He doesn't sidestep - in an instant, his blade is drawn and thrust upwards. The man's hand connects with the floor, rather than his target, a bloodied stump left behind.

Screams erupt from both sides of the group, chaos bursting forth as several try to run (stealing wares on their way) and a few make a break for the counter, no doubt hoping for a hostage. Takasugi vaults a shelf, knocking most of its contents to the ground, and skewers the pair heading for the owner into the wood partition.

Only then does he turn his attention to his partner, "Outside." Might as well make a clean sweep.
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[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-10-22 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
The shop's owner is, understandably, harried as she takes in the scene unfolding in front of her. Supplies covered in shattered glass strewn all over the floor, blood seeping into the wood from both sides of the leader's stump, and a pair trembling in shock threaded through with the man's sword. Not exactly a service - they may have done more damage than these hooligans.

Takasugi's hand slides from his hilt, leaving the men to figure out among themselves if they'd like to die on the blade slowly, or bleed out on the ground. He leans forward on the counter, casual but for how close he comes to the proprietress's body.

"We'll finish the clean up, don't worry.

But this service doesn't come free. You can subtract what we broke from the total this time, but we'll check in again." And expect more, implied. He's not even masking this whole ordeal as a favor; the difference between coercion and a kind gesture isn't so easy to bridge.

A groan interrupts the sudden silence, the now one armed man cradling his injury on his knees. Takasugi has left him alone too, even as he turns from the woman to right the shelf he'd toppled.
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[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-11-04 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
With his partner's coercion as a backdrop, Takasugi sifts through broken glass and spilled sundries. There aren't many containers in tact, but he salvages what he can. A few pristine bottles, and several cracked, are placed back on the shelf with no effort spared for orderliness.

He does the same with another pile of wasted wares, before turning to the owner once more. "Do you have anything to clean bloodstains?" The wood beneath their feet is covered in it, red soaking into the cracks and spreading in vein-like paths from the casualties.

One of which seems to have been spared. The gang's leader nods desperately to Moira's proposition, holding up his trembling arm. "I'll stay away from here. I'll leave the city!" There's hardly any need for that, but... whatever.

Desperate begging makes an idiot of everyone.
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[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-11-07 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
With immediate obedience, the gang leader prostrates himself on his back. Takasugi spares the display only a cursory glance - the man looks much younger cowering with his severed arm in hand. Everyone does, on death's doorstep.

Though, it looks like this guy has escaped his demise for now.

In awe, the owner of the shop has forgotten Takasugi's question. Which means he'll forget it too - she can clean up the mess herself if she wants to gawk at his companions display of medical prowess. All that's left for Takasugi to do is to reclaim his sword, wrenching it from the guts of the two, now passed out, felons.

He'll toss them onto the street, his final attempt at cleaning up. Then, he waits against the door frame. "Ready?"
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[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-11-15 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
As the scarred man slips past, pale faced and clumsy, Takasugi surveys his arm. This sort of medical technology isn't unheard of back in Edo, but to perform such a thing alone with no equipment is quite the feat. No matter how gnarled, how numb or heavy that limb has become, it's there and that man's life has been saved.

More than can be said for the pair of his companions he stumbles over as he makes his get away. They're corpses, by now.

"You had the chance to show off." As if pacifying her complaint, though she doesn't seem to truly mind, so he won't linger. "We'll need to return regularly.

Are you staying in the area?" If she's Olympia based, Takasugi's about to heft this responsibility completely onto her shoulders. He's a wanderer, and frequently too inebriated to remember what day it is.
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//end!

[personal profile] shikomizue 2018-11-16 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
All Takasugi offers that bold confidence is a chuckle - high pitched and soft. He turns away, casting a final glance to the shop. From the outside, it doesn't look any different. A few steps further down the road, however, and the path leading up to it is saturated in blood.

If this is what they leave in their wake, Takasugi won't mind working with this woman again.

Maybe next time, she can take some of the stock for her research without being interrupted.