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    90% Done

    Post by Fear on Tue Feb 09, 2016 10:55 pm

    Time: Evening
    Date: February 9th, 0006



    Fear was furious.

    Anger stoked the raging fires within his mind as the undead hurriedly stormed through the streets of Portal City. Bloody Nephilim, bloody Uriel! Repeatedly did he growl and mumble beneath his fictitious breath, temper simmering. That was the last time - the last TIME - he ever did something so foolish, so unthinking... so... so gut-wrenchingly kind for someone who couldn't be arsed enough to return the favour! By the time Fear had already strutted into the Residential District and was making good time, his boisterous ire fortunately began to dissipate. It wouldn't do to be acerbic, he reasoned. Negativity was something he could not afford, not with it, and the fiend promptly vied to level his rowdier thoughts. Think about earlier today, prior to that... ugh, mess. Think about Livewire, think about her smile and just how carefree she looked with all those purring flea-houses. An exhausted sigh escaped him, whistling out from the gaping cavity in his emaciated chest. Well, Fear thought... hopefully the lass' day wasn't ruined because of a little smattering of black sludge.

    The telltale shape of a massive bell stuck out against the city skyline and he knew that the Inn wasn't much further. Uriel was there... This he knew quite well, for was not Fear a skilled psychic and empath? Renewed aggravation stirred within his breast, but it as hastily quashed. Just a little more, just a little more... Leathery fingers stroked the lid of a decorated container as he continued his rickety gait. Lousy spine...

    As expected, the Stock Pot Inn's interior was always a masterful blend of aesthetic and professional. Though the ghoul's wardrobe left much to be desired and he was rather fond of macabre motifs, Fear was nevertheless approving of the establishment's upkeep. Businesses should always have tidy appearances. He shambled toward the nearby assistance desk and set the box carefully aside. To ring the bell and wait, or to ring the bell and leave? Thinking to compromise, the fiend 'borrowed' a blank piece of paper and pen. Forgive him, for this box was not your ordinary parcel... Special instruction was required, for did not Livewire and Skyler also take residence here? The pen bobbed up and down rigidly as he wrote, handwriting as neat as the room around him.

    Dear ssstaff, it read.

    Before you isss a rather... ssspecial package. I won't bore you with the detailsss and write a novel'sss worth, but pleassse be extra careful when delivering it to Room No. 445. I am returning a certain Nephilim hisss property, and one he quite rudely forgot to reclaim. Pleassse ensssure that he receivesss it; the item in quessstion cannot be given to anyone other than him.

    Thank you kindly,

    Fear

    PS: don't open it. If you do, you might find your decent busssinessss sssuddenly under a cassse of heavy negativity.

    He proofread it twice, satisfied, and signed. There, that ought to be a lovely enough letter, he nodded. The ghoul hoped that no one would be reckless enough to break the duct tape and barrier of salt, but... one could never know, now, could they? Skeletal fingers folded the leaflet into a petite square and tucked it safely underneath the container, leaving a corner to remain jutting out for easier notice. Box, note, negativity... Well! Seems everything was in order.

    Business was concluded and Fear was needed elsewhere. He inspected everything once more and left, ducking beneath the door to seemingly meld into the evening's opaque shadows.



    ((OOC: Alright, Cabe! It's kinda been a week and I haven't heard back on the thread we were supposed to have, nor seen one crop up. I sadly have to rule this opportunity a miss, so Fear is returning Uriel's negativity back to him in a vodka bottle. Oh what could have been!))

    For the Inn Staff:


    A decorated box no longer than a foot and wider than half, something weighty rolls around within. Take heed, however! For some reason the lid has been sealed shut by silvery strips of duct tape, and what appears to be fine granules of salt trace around the felt rim. It could be said that a foul presence seeps from an unknown source, though it is apparently contained.

    For now...

    For Uriel:

    Inside the box is a vodka bottle, though the liquid within could hardly be considered alcohol. A black sludge, thick and lustrous, seems to angrily gurgle and boil inside. All manners of unpleasant whispers echo faintly through the glass. You do remember what this is, right, Uriel? It appears that your 90% is being returned up front to rejoin the rest of it...

    Cheers!
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    Re: 90% Done

    Post by Wind Waker Link on Fri Feb 12, 2016 7:55 am

    A while after the judge had made his way out of the inn, the inn’s owner returned back to the front desk, fresh out of a late quick meeting with some of his staff and armed with merely a clipboard of paperwork. Link blinked at the package left on the reception desk, glanced around the area to see if anybody was present in the area and when he failed to spy anyone, he approached the box curiously.

    Did the postman even work this late in the day? Maybe it was some sort of special courier service, but those usually wait around for a signature. He can’t imagine anybody would sign for a package and leave it sitting here.

    Cautiously, the boy nudged the box lightly with a knuckle, growing more curious as he felt some weight in the box and at the box edges which seem to be crusted with… salt? Odd. The closer he got to the box, the more unsettled he felt as well, which cannot be a good thing. In fact, he had half a mind to call Impa here and they can probably figure out if they can do something close to a controlled destruction of the box somewhere safe.

    But the nudge had exposed a square of white paper tucked under the corner of the box. Link looked around the room again before he careful extracted the folded up page from under the package. He opened the note with the cautiousness of a person expecting to read that they now have a ticking bomb in their hands.



    Well, it wasn’t a bomb. That’s a relief. And they had very neat handwriting even though they overuse their ‘S’s.

    Link looked back at the box. Room 445? Uriel and Jherrek’s room? And suddenly things made a bit of sense. Link wrinkled his nose as the unpleasant feeling still persisted in coming out of the box. He cannot put a finger on what it was but if it was harmful, he was sure the inn’s magic wards would be able to pick it up. But, Jherrek does do magicky stuff (of what kind, Link wasn’t too clear) and all magicky stuff needs their questionable stuff. So this was a delivery of said questionable stuff?

    Carefully, the boy picked up the box, alongside the note and made his way to Room 445, knocking politely once he was there and wondering if it was a breach of privacy to question Jherrek on what he might be doing with the the mysterious package. If there was going to be any magical explosions or uncontrollable summoning gates opening in the middle of the inn, then surely he deserves to know, right?
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    Re: 90% Done

    Post by Uriel on Sun Mar 06, 2016 4:10 pm

    So that doesn't work. Let's try something else.

    Uriel's body glows in the middle of the main room in his inn residence. Lamps and desks disheveled as his body contorts each time his armor reassembles itself on him. Time and time again, he turns his armor on, adding another layer of runes. Eventually he'll get it right! Right now, his armor is half on, his helm covering one side of his face, but three oblong shapes stretching out from his back. Ha! He's got something! His eyes glow and his headphones spark as he yelps in excitement, beads of sweat fall down his face and into his eyes. Blinking them away he turns to the only upright side table to pick up a small towel and dabs at his face. The Revenant grabs up one of the books his brother left behind and looks at the runes and experiments the late silver-haired angel had and forgot to take to...wherever he went. Hell, it hardly matters! Even though Fear had left him a SMALL dose of sadness, his overwhelming positivity had awoken what he needed. Motivation. There's nothing stopping him now, NOTHING...

    Knock?

    Uriel's eyes go wide. A visitor! Sweet! Wonder who it could be!

    With a hop skip and a jump, the half-armor clad Uriel opens the door, probably a grotesque-ish sight for all.

    And lo and behold! A Link appears!

    "Hey there guy! How's it going? W... Whatcha got there?" Uriel cocks his head and smiles, the one side of his face in a big grin, the other helmeted. The makeshift limbs on his back twitch a bit.

    Uriel's working on... Something.
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    Re: 90% Done

    Post by Wind Waker Link on Fri Apr 01, 2016 8:51 am

    Link could only blink a bit stupidly at the sight before him, namely that of a partially armoured Uriel.

    “Um….” he started, as if he was wondering if he was interrupting something. But then boyish wonder won over confusion in the end and his eyes practically sparkled out of their eye sockets. “Oooooooh!!!!”

    Package delivery temporarily forgotten, the innkeeper looked from one side of the armour (or what there was of it) to the other like a child seeing a giant toy for the first time. Was this new? Why was it just half armour? Hey, was this always here? Oh hey, this bit looked cool. What exactly was it? So many questions bursting to be asked but his hands were full and he can’t reach for his writing device to pen all the question marks.

    Wait… oh yeah, his hands were full. Link remembered the reason he was here, looked down at the package then up at Uriel before trying to peer round to see if Jherrek was there - speaking of which, he haven’t seen him for quite a while now.

    “Ah,” he started, then tucked the package under an arm, reached for his writing tablet, placed it atop the package and started scrawling very quickly with his fingers whilst keeping the package stable. “There’s a package for your room. It was left at the desk. It feels weird.”

    He can’t even describe why it felt weird. Actually, he can, it felt unpleasant. But it would be rude to call something the brothers may had ordered ‘unpleasant’, so he would just have to settle with ‘weird’ and a shrug of his shoulders. Once Uriel had read the message, Link pulled the device off the top of the package and held the delivery out for his tenant to take.

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