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mercenary jobs #3 — open to all

Who: Anyone interested in taking some mercenary jobs via Aranea Highwind's offerings. This log is focused on Wyver and can be found on job boards across the city as well as personal handwaved texts.
What: Mercenary posting!
When: N/A
Where: N/A
Warning(s): Possible sex threads based off heat-event for this month. This was posted early for the holidays, btw. Happy Thanksgiving, etc!

Thank you for stopping by to check out this month's job postings for Highwind Hires — a freelance mercenary group!

Aranea Highwind will ICly be contacting characters and offering them jobs based off the assumption she will receive 30% of the cut.

JOB #1 — DOOR TO DOOR

With the abundance of new visitors, it seems there have been ample amounts of donations to the temple. Unfortunately, that is not enough. When you approach, you're stopped by a young woman named Igo who is requesting you help her: please pass out 100 pamphlets to refugees enlisting donations.

OUTCOMES:
- For all pamphlets passed out, the Shaman will pay you 100 Silver.

JOB #2 — DRAGON DERBY

In the West, you hear about this month's Wyver Derby, a small event where dragons are put to race on a track. It seems the fan favorite is Fangface but the newcomer Wingslash ranked high in their first few races. You're hired for body guard duty, keeping the peace and ensuring no riots occur. Enjoy drinks as you watch the show, try to bet for the right one.

OUTCOMES:
- Wingslash wins by a nose, so anyone who votes for that dragon will win double their bet.
- Those who bet on Fangface or any other participant will lose their bet.

JOB #3 — AFTERMATH

Tied to Job #2, the Derby went relatively smoothly... You're enjoying discounted drinks at the bar. It wasn't until you notice one of the ticketers cashing out a suspicious amount of extra money to a small group of people who very vocally complained about losing. As the small group leaves, you can either: report the ticketer or two, track them down.

OUTCOMES:
- If you simply report the ticketer, you'll be rewarded with an additional 125 Silver.
- If you track down the group, you'll find they're all in a small gambling ring, petty crooks that drank too much and most certainly had an inside connection. You must be ready for a fight — all 4 will attack you with fists and small pocket knives.

JOB #4 — VILE LITTLE THINGS

You were contracted directly from Aranea Highwind for a monster hunt. A Vileling that was once kept as a pet grew hostile in the past few weeks before finally escaping its owner in Old City and reeking havoc on pet-owners. Your job is to track it down before more pets are killed. Aranea instructed you to 'take care of it', but upon your journey, the Vileling owner (Bekins) has insisted you save it and bring it back to Murkhollow alive. Of course, they offer a good price.

OUTCOMES:
- Aranea is offering a flat 400 silver to wipe it out.
- You can lie or oppose Aranea's order, you which will gain negative CR from the mercenary leader. Bekins will reward you with 140 silver and you must find a way to return it to Murkhollow.

JOB #5 — RED NIGHT LIGHT

Bodyguard duty seems a bit more... mature tonight. With the week waning on and people acting on lust and emotions, there has been a bit more call for those looking to patrol the more savory areas of Wyver. You'll be paid a flat fee of 450 Silver for a night's worth of work.

There are three areas to watch over: a bordello, a herb shop, and a gang's rumored hide-out.

OUTCOMES:
- If you choose the bordello, you will find yourself playing body guard for one of the establishment's ... best worker and favorite client. You can peek in on the woman and her partner at the risk of being caught or you can escort them out afterwards. The woman offers a tip of 100 Silver and also the chance to have drinks with her...
- If you choose the herb shop, you will find yourself sensitive to the mix of aromas. A contact high ensures your inhibitions are loosened and with the lust in the air? Who knows what that means...
- If you choose the gang's rumored hideout, you will find illegal tusk and scale trading. You'll have to contend with 4 possible gang members all armed with weapons. Fight them or flee to report, you'll earn an additional 150 Silver.

Have fun! If you have any questions, feel free to PM me! These are all loosely based on your choices, so feel free to go wild with them. The outcomes only are indication of what the jobs would offer. If you're interested in having your character offer a job in the future, please let me know!

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[ it was probably the thrill of the hunt or the adrenaline of being in a fight that didn't allow Bigby to realize who his uninvited guest was. just about anyone who has decided to approach him during a time like this was in for some really bad news, but Rosalind... well. well. she's had the (mis)fortune of seeing this side of him already, so if anyone had to find him in such a state, maybe it should be her.

brows lower and shoulders grow somewhat more lax when he notices who it is. he uses the back of his hand to wipe some residual blood that is dripping from his nose. one of the unfortunate souls must have gotten a good punch in and he hadn't even realized it. when Rosalind steps forward, he instinctively takes a step back. call it a habit to create distance with the people he's grown partial to, especially when he is like this. ]

What the hell are you doing here for, Rosalind.

[ sorry he doesn't sound so happy with your presence at this current moment. the knife in his leg is faintly acknowledged only when she advises for him to not pull it out.

with a sigh, he reaches down and grabs the handle. Bigby doesn't listen too well, so that sure is him pulling it out with a sharp tug of his arm. it's enough discomfort to make him growl once more, but he handles it as well as one might expect when aware of what he is capable of. ]

Appreciate the concern, but this place isn't exactly safe right now. They probably have some friends coming any second now.

[ oh, great. someone who takes his words literally. just who he needs to encounter when he's got seventy-eight more pamphlets to go. ]

No shit. Pretty sure they wouldn't need me asking people to donate if that's what it was designated for.

[ since. you know. they probably have those here. ]

What did I just say--

[But that's under her breath, irritated but not surprised. Rosalind comes to a halt, crossing her arms over her chest. She's no fear of him, and maybe she should. Maybe she's being too cocky, but she still hasn't lost that confidence that only comes from being immortal.

Perhaps she ought to soon.]

Let them come. We can show them the amazing disappearing duo-- I can teleport you too. And frankly, Bigby, I'd rather stitch you up in my apartment than in some filthy alley.

[Which assumes she's staying near him. Which assumes he's going to let her treat him at all. And which assumes that he's a lot less durable than he, in fact, is, but that's what you get for not telling the truth.]

—I know you.

[ it takes a moment, but Bigby definitely knows you, Rocket. not personally, mind you, because try as he might in the past to find a talking raccoon, he never quite did. now he does, though, when he's ankle-deep in unconscious bodies and a knife wedged deep in his leg. that's how these kind of things work, apparently. ]

... Yeah, I fucking know you, alright. [ he's turning around fully now, facing Rocket but not moving an inch. Bigby isn't in the mood to begin a chase with a leg that needs a few minutes to heal. ] Unless there's a lot of you running around, you're Rocket. Real funny to find you at this shithole of all places.

[ customers were sparse, but there are a few that come and go. most did well in avoiding any type of interaction with Bigby, let alone eye contact. they were probably hoping to find a specific touch for a certain special someone, and lord knows they didn't need his intimidating glare of all thing ruining that. not when he's got his own thoughts and wants in the back of his mind; thoughts he would be actively pushing away so that he could actually earn some money by the end of this damn job.

he won't be able to get through the entire night without some type of interaction, it seems. Bigby is stopped mid-step by the sudden greeting, turning to look at the woman with a somewhat surprised expression on his face. ]

Uh. Hey.

[ as if he is unsure on the answer to her question, he glances back at the store and then towards her once more. ]

Still open. Not too sure why I was needed to watch over the place, but... here I am.

[ dutch considers for a moment even after he's finished speaking, head tipped to the side and her heart beating fast with pent-up adrenaline, the rush from the fight not nearly receding yet. it doesn't help that there's something in the air here, the moon high in the sky and painting everything in a soft light.

then she nods. ]

Good to know.

[ another beat. ] Must be some valuable herbs in there if they've hired a body guard for the shop. Anything exciting happen? [ she's guessing the answer will be no, if he doesn't know why he's guarding the place. and dutch isn't the type to make small-talk, not usually. the words matter far less than the intent in her eyes. ]

[Rocket freezes, fur bristling. Aw shit. Wait. Does he know this guy? Where does he know this guy?

And then it hits him. He doesn't know him, personally, but he's seen him. And it's in that moment, that he feels he's made a huge mistake. Why weren't the claws and teeth deter him? Why is he such a whore for danger?] I was pardoned, for the record, so if you're still lookin' for that bounty, you're shit outta luck.

If their behavior at the track is any indicator, chances are it's nothing legal.

[It wouldn't be surprising either considering any kind of racing venue tends to draw in people from the shadows. Venom's had to track targets in such areas. At least now he's under no obligation to end lives anymore.]

Did you hear them complain about the dragons' performances, too?

Of that I have no doubt, darling.

[ His smile gets one in return, though, along with a cheeky wink, before she moves in the opposite direction. The slurry is interrupted by traffic, yes, but there's certainly more of it once the main thoroughfare has been passed.

And blood. Quite a bit if you know what you're looking for - and what you're looking for is quite small to begin with.

She crouches again, and gives a whistle for her partner's attention, mindful of the scattered feathers everywhere. Once he approaches, she points along the lowest section of wall: ]

Do you happen to know what creatures around here have blue blood?

You should know by now that I don't listen very well.

[ the knife is inspected briefly, looking at the plentiful amount of blood staining the blade. his blood. he's seen plenty of his own and much, much more of others. the good thing about being a wolf and not a vampire is that such a thing doesn't do much for him. it's the meat on the bones that gets him going, na'mean.

that being said, wolfed out or not, Bigby's lowering his brows at her in a disapproving manner. he has no intention of hurting the damn woman, annoying as she may be, but he's got half a mind to leave her to her own devices if she's to act like being here was just some walk in the park. ]

Sounds like an excuse to get me back at your place. But whatever you say, Ms. Lutece.

[ he isn't doing this with her right now. the good news about not being a sheriff is that he doesn't have to worry about submitting a bunch of paperwork to a useless mayor after beating the crap out of a bunch of thugs. leaving while he can with only Rosalind as a witness sounds as good of a plan as any, and even if he has absolutely no concerns over his new wound, he figures he will humor her. for the time being.

still, though, he walks forward and towards Rosalind, suddenly pulling her into his grasp with little ask and much demand. at least the blood is on his pants and not his shirt? ]

They don't need to put a face to your voice if you're going to be a dumbass about this. I'm not about to be responsible for them trashing your new place.

[It isn't until he emphasizes her last name that Rosalind realizes she'd gotten a bit used to him calling her by her first. It had simply made sense that night at the bar, and when he'd invoked it just now, it had seemed . . .

Fine, really. Almost natural. She certainly hadn't thought to correct him, and the very fact she hadn't is a touch worrying, because that's an instinct almost as natural to her as breathing. Hm. She'll have to think on that later. She has a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with fucking and . . . not friendship, precisely, but something affectionate. Fondness? She's bedded a few people this past week (more, frankly, than she cares to admit), but the only one who has that affection as well is Aranea (and perhaps Henry and Qrow, but she hadn't fucked them). So she'll have to see if she'd be bothered by the thought of Aranea calling her something more formal . . .

In any case: that's food for later thought. Right now, she won't insist on one thing or another; let him call her what he likes, and she'll follow suit as she sees fit.

He demands her attention as he comes in close, yanking her towards him, but though her heartrate suddenly spikes, her expression remains calm.]

I don't fear people. Not anymore. Not--

[He's got a good grip on her, tight and not easily broken. They're touching on any number of points, but just to be safe, she hooks two fingers in a belt loop, ensuring he won't skitter away. And then they're gone, just like that; there's a moment where they appear a block away, standing on the street together, and gone again, blinking and reappearing on a roof, three stories above the streets, until they leave there too, and then they're--

Home. The journey took all of four seconds, which is an eternity compared to what she used to be able to do.]

--when I can surpass them. If they manage to find my apartment on my voice alone, they'll have more waiting for them than they bargained for.

[She tips her head back, regarding him. There's something a little strange in her expression as she adds:]

Believe me: I've no intention of dying again. Nor of suffering, not at any man's hand. And certainly not at the hands of some idiotic gang of thugs.

[A few seconds pass. She releases his trousers and adds far more briskly:]

You're getting blood on my skirt. Kindly sit on the couch, if you please-- I'm certain you remember where that is. Trousers off, and if you can try to keep any fibers from entering the wound, I'd be grateful.

[ he can practically smell the blood pumping through her veins at that current moment, let alone any that is still pouring freely from her open wound. Bigby doesn't have to ask to figure what she was maybe doing before arriving at the shop; the question was whether or not he needed to be worried that she had unwanted guests following along. it sure would be disappointing if this attractive lady was bringing trouble to him near the end of this wasteful shift. ]

Unless me throwing a guy out as he got on his knees and under someone's skirt is exciting to you, no. [ a singular finger points towards the aforementioned wound. ] You must be here for that, though. By all means, don't stop for me. I can't look that lonely.

[ says the guy who is pretty much always lonely. that is neither here nor there. ]

[ it's not bleeding too badly, at least, and dutch glances down at it when he points, shoulders lifting in a shrug. ] I was thinking of putting something on that, yeah. But it's not too bad.

[ he does look a little lonely — or, no. he looks alone, which isn't the same thing. he looks brooding and a little dark and dangerous and all of those things are things dutch appreciates. maybe that's why her lips curl up a little further. ] Maybe I'm the one feeling lonely.

[ she was raised to be independent. to be alone. the moment she'd ran away from khlyen, she'd met johnny and she'd never been alone again until johnny had left, and now johnny's in stasis and dutch is here and — point is, she doesn't let herself think about loneliness, not outside of the context of this flirtatious quid, at least. ]

[ he doesn't respond immediately. barring the fact that Bigby is high on a bloodlust that hasn't surfaced in quite a while, he doesn't really know how to digest this truly ironic event.

the only thing he can think to do is something he always does in times like this. his trust pack of nicotine is pulled out and a cigarette is placed between his lips, lighting it and taking a long enough drag to make a quarter of it turn into ash immediately. ]

Not looking for a goddamn bounty. Can't you tell? I just like beating shit up.

[ it's not like he's about to get money for the people lying on the ground and groaning. ]

You're not as big and bloodthirsty as certain people were making you out to be.

Didn't get that from something simple like exercise, I take it.

[ there's a knife wound in his leg that he would compare with her if he didn't have to pull his pants up to a complete stranger. that and the fact that he would have to explain how it's nothing more than a faint scar thanks to his healing abilities.

her reply causes him to tilt his head and study her further. he isn't quite sure where her intent lies, but it's surely fueled by the strange workings of the herbs' intoxicating scents. normal Bigby would have no problem brushing off what he depicts is an advance of sorts, but to say his judgment is impaired right now is an understatement. eyes narrow in her direction as he sizes her up in an attempt to determine what her intent is. ]

And you're looking for... company? Can't really say that a herb shop is the first place I'd try.

Edited (tmw you randomly scroll down and see redundancy and have to edit it out of principle) 2017-11-29 04:30 (UTC)

( Anders hasn't really been much to look at these days, so he can't really blame Venom for not noticing it. He still wears the same, tattered coat he had when he came to Kirkwall three and a half years ago. He ties his hair up with leftover string and can never seem to keep his face clean shaven for very long.

Venom is the more impressive physical specimen between the two of them — with those long, luscious locks and washboard abs that he doesn't always cover up. Anders lets that thought play out across his features, his head craning toward the other man with a devious little quirk of his lips. )

I don't think they will. ( He answers, without hesitation. ) Not when there's a big, strong man like you around. I told you you'd be good for a job like this.

You did say that, yes.

[He still hasn't forgotten about that discussion before he came here. How he had planned to protect the town but never had the chance to declare it. But at least he's making good on his word.

The compliment earns Anders an amused snort.]

You're too kind.

What did you have in mind regarding my post-shift time?

Hmm...

[ Petty underground betting? He's not sure. This kind of thing was never that big on the Inquisition's radar.

Still, those criminals from last night that released that sickness could be anywhere. Perhaps it could be a potential lead? Well only one way to find out- ]

A little bit. They definitely seemed a little too loud about it though.

Exactly. I know people get annoyed when they lose money, but that was too obvious.

[When their targets look around, Venom pretends not to be paying attention, keeping an eye on them through that wall of hair.]

I believe we're dealing with criminals that don't have much experience.

[There's a lot of things Rocket should be saying or doing right now, but his attention is 100% focused on Bigby's last words. His beady rusty eyes light up.]

Dude. Somebody said I was big and bloodthirsty? [Who cares if he was just told he doesn't look it! SOMEBODY WAS NICE ENOUGH TO GIVE HIM A COMPLIMENT. His black heart is warmed.]

[ Doing closed starters for this. I'm all sorts of down for #3 and #5! #5 especially for lolaricious hideousness.

Just PM me here or hit me up at

dichrous and I'll do a custom starter! #4 is just reserved for its own horrible long-time-coming thing. ]

[ It's not the first job they've taken together. Well, although most of the rest were simple fetch quests or involved dragon wrangling ~~in various states of undress~~. In theory this one shouldn't be much different either, right? Someone's pet... something that had gone feral and needed to be tracked down. "Taken care of" in Aranea's words, even if, especially after the man had beseeched them otherwise, well...

...honestly that, if anything else, would make Allen lend more credence to Aranea's words that he is already admittedly pretty skeptical of (he hates people who skim off of others, okay). But here they are and he's not really committed to making up his mind one way or another until he sees what kind of creature it is he and Lux are tracking.

Which, by the way...

He's looking up from the corpse of a mutilated young man and glancing over his shoulder a bit nervously he looks back at her. ]

I don't think it could have been more than a few hours since it was here... [ He means it not that he's worried, but...

...isn't this a lot more dangerous than their previous jobs they've helped each other with. He's an Exorcist and that's fine, but... ]

Honestly, it's a bit sad.

[ Sen at least has enough tact to look nonchalant as they look at the pair. ]

Well, if they're going to be this terrible at hiding what they're up to their just asking to be followed. [ And as these thugs turn and walk away, Sen all but follow behind. ]

They might know we're following, but I doubt it at this point.

[The guys look more like they're trying too hard and acting like they're still angry. If Venom had more of a sense of humor, he'd probably be laughing at them.]

Their acting is awful...

[ This isn't what she expected when they took the assignment. Mostly she assumed this would be more of the same as far as tasks were concerned. But of course nothing could ever be so simple.

The mangled corpse lying there on the ground said as much.

It's not that she isn't used to tracking something through the woods, not at all. She has more than her fair share of hunting experience; that isn't what makes her pause. It's the nature in which they find this thing's "prey" that gives her pause, makes her draw in a deep breath and swallow down hard before she finally crouches down to take a better look.

This was someone's pet that did this? This wasn't an act of self-defense—this looked deliberate. ]

Then it looks like we're on the right track.

[ If it sounds a bit hollow, it's only because she's doing her best to mask how unnerved she is by the whole thing. Who in their right mind would keep a creature capable of something like this as a pet?

Reaching out to touch what was once a youthful face with a gloved hand, one now eternally contorted by fear and horror, she sweeps her hand over his eyes. Closing them for good with a few quietly whispered words. A prayer, and an apology—

I'm sorry, this is all I can do for you.

Standing up slowly, she catches Allen's gaze, her jaw firmly set and lips drawn in a fine line. ]

We should keep moving. We can't let the train run cold.

[ She would not let someone else fall victim to this creature's fury. ]

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