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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!
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!
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!
Aranea Highwind will ICly be contacting characters and offering them jobs based off the assumption she will receive 30% of the cut.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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But he does manage to, if not fluster her, at least throw her off a little. Sarcasm she can take and spit right back at him; even lewdness is easily dealt with. But she isn't entirely certain how to respond to a compliment like that, because she certainly doesn't want to do something so stupid as smile or laugh, but nor does she want to disparage the compliment entirely (because it was sweet, kind of, in that special Bigby way).
So yes, her cheeks are a bit red now, and she wrinkles her nose again.]
You're ridiculous. No one's called me that since I was sixteen, and for good reason.
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[ okay that probably sounds a little wrong when considering the filthy things they have done, but. look. he has a point. Bigby is an old man, so if he wants to call someone cute, however rare that might possibly be, he's going to call them cute. besides, at least he now knows that it gets her going. ]
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[Far better to focus on that than his compliment (which, again, is appreciated, but she really has no idea how to handle it).]
I dread to think what that might mean for any future sexual endeavors we might indulge in.
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[ as if playing coy on purpose, he's going to choose now of all opportunities to pull out a his cigarettes. the packaging is slightly bloodied, but it doesn't stop him from bringing one to his lips. before proceeding to light it, he tips the box towards her. he hasn't seen her smoke in the past, but he figures he might as well be courteous since she's patched him up. ]
Everyone is young to me, so don't think too much on it. I won't be asking you to wear short skirts and ask you to sit in my lap.
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Is that what constitutes youth where you're from? And here I thought you might ask me to pretend it was my first time.
[Drawled, then:]
Oh, Bigby, you're ever so large, are you certain you'll fit? Only you're bigger than anything I've ever taken before, oh, I just don't know . . .
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I'd be happy to call you an old lady if that suits you better.
[ he just has to hear what she comes up with now. Bigby allows himself to grow relaxed, taking a long drag of his cig before blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling. the man nearly chokes on it when she starts roleplaying, and he waves a hand at her in an attempt to make Rosalind stop. ]
Reserve your best lines for the bedroom. Please. Kind of frightening how quick you come up with material.
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[Though she looks quite pleased at how alarmed he looks. Rosalind smirks around her cigarette, settling back once more (and it's a sign of how comfortable she is around him that she isn't sitting up perfectly straight, but rather relaxing back).]
Any other preferences I ought to know about, beyond the fact you apparently don't get off on a virginity kink?
[She assumes they're going to tumble into bed again, but really, it's not much of an assumption.]
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[ or not-so-lucky, depending on if her tone had been dripping with sarcasm like it is currently. Bigby gives her a flat stare when she talks of virginity kinks. it might be hard to tell if he's serious or giving a poker face. ]
Who said I didn't? I'm a wolf, you know. Maybe it's in my genes to go after innocent, supple little virgins.
[ and then another inhale of smoke follows, not budging for a moment. do you believe him or not, Ros. ]
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[She says it to buy herself an extra moment or two of study. It's really very hard to tell with him sometimes, with that blank expression and flat gaze. Rosalind narrows her eyes, not so much worried about whether or not they'll indulge in this as simply eager to know the truth of the matter, one way or another. It's the scientist in her.
She suspects whichever way she guesses, he'll either scoff or insinuate, depending on what might get her to fluster. He's irritating like that. So she shrugs and reaches for her cigarette again, pulling it from her lips.]
But if you want that, Bigby, all you have to do is ask. I'm more than amenable to requests.
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[ there's a fleeting smirk from him as his gaze towards her is broken and he's back to looking up at the ceiling, taking yet another drag of his cigarette. Bigby hasn't really thought or considered something so specific as a turn-on in the past, partially because even vanilla sex was a rarity for him. now he's visualizing Rosalind in specific attire and it... well. it isn't unpleasant to think about, that is for sure. ]
Funny thing about all of this bullshit is that I own a paddle. It was brought with me here, for some fucking reason.
[ a paddle that he hadn't been too keen to talk about, but Aranea's already found it on accident once. might as well let Ms. Lutece know before she finds out through her own means somehow. ]
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A paddle.
[Good grief. Why a-- well, she knows why, actually, she's not stupid and she's hardly virginal, but of all the things to come with him . . . honestly, she's a bit surprised he owns it at all. He doesn't seem the sort to buy that kind of thing, but she supposes the world is odd like that, and it would be boring if our first assumptions were always correct, so on and so forth.
Good grief. A paddle!]
Let's start with your hands and work our way up from there, shall we?
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[ he's laughing internally, if only because he realizes how bad it sounds to say he "owns" one. he only owns it in a literal sense, because it had been decided he would retain that above all else in his transition to Thesa. what's funniest is that she's truly thinking he owns one for the purpose he had alluded to. ]
Don't be such a fucking pervert. Never said anything about using it on someone before. [ just something. like a bar. ] Took it from a guy that didn't deserve to own it. Just thought you'd be humored by the irony is all.
[ he's gotten a confession out of her regarding wanting to be spanked somehow, though. that's a win. maybe. ]
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Don't act as though you weren't bloody well alluding to that! For crissake, Bigby--
[He is the worst and she, if not actually hates him, at least regrets stitching him up.]
Why the h-- why on earth were you going around shanghaiing paddles from men?
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[ #smug. can you blame him? getting her to react so strongly is an accomplishment, because he is sure that she makes an active effort to avoid doing exactly that. Bigby doesn't linger on it for long, though. he's nice like that. ]
Like I said, he didn't need it anymore. Used it on him — [ his bar, technically speaking, but he's enjoying the act of wording things to torture Rosalind further. ] — to get something I needed. It was on the job, don't worry.
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[That's probably a threat with no teeth, but on the other hand, right now Rosalind is in a mood to refuse him anything and everything purely out of spite.
At least that anger means she doesn't fluster when he continues. Truthfully, though her mind is fixated on one thing right now, she imagines he used it in a far more violent way. She can certainly picture him swinging a paddle that way, god knows. And it would perfectly fit in with how she caught him earlier this evening, blood on his hands and a groaning pile of bodies before him.]
What did you need?