“… yes and no. I am a hunter but I hunt the hunters that are hunting people like us. Phew, that was a mouthful” Asawin laughed a little at the last part. Examining the man in front of him, Asawin was afraid that the water magic this man can use might make parts of his body rusty, though that was unlikely.
"Oh. Okay. So you're not going to kill me?" Jidhr asked, raising an eyebrow, his body still tense.
“Why would I? We are on the same side after all” he gave a soft smile pass the cloak to assure the magician in front of him.
Jidhr gave the smallest smile back, relaxing and sitting down again, releasing the water on the ground, where it quickly started to soak into the dirt.
Asawin’s ears raised slightly at the sound of a twig being stepped on behind the water magician. He glanced behind the man to see a cloaked hunter sneaking up behind the man with a knife in his hand. He shook his head, turning his left hand into a small dragon head shaped cannon and fired straight at the hunter’s head.
The hunter fell immediately to the ground with a hole through his forehead.
“Idiot can’t even walk without making a single noise…” he said as his hand turned back to normal. He had a sheathed lance attached to his back which was finally revealed when he took off his cloak.
Jidhr's eyes widened and he quickly whipped around, pausing for a moment before returning his eyes to Asawin. "Who…okay, who are you?"
“If you want a name you can call me by, it’s Asawin, Asawin Nirankarn or you could just call me Asa. I also go by the alias of The Ancient Knight…” the man stated with a smirk as he looked at the corpse behind the water magician.
“Poor him, he just wanted money and got himself killed. They need to be stronger than this if they want those golden pieces” he jokingly said as his hand turned into a small dragon head cannon again, firing at the roof above him. A man fell down from above, landing in front of him.
“As I was saying…”
"Okay. Yeah. Asa." Jidhr nodded, looking around in the worry that there were definitely more of them around. "Thanks…I guess."
“Since we’re kinda at it, your name please?” He asked, stepping down the hunter’s head in front of him. He unsheathed his lance and pierced the corpse in front of him.
Danny suddenly appears in a swirl of light-sucking, black smoke in front of Jidhr and Asa. He has his Scythe in hand and his Cloak on, but the hood down.
"Crap, wrong place." He says, frustrated.
He notices the two people and immediately pulls his hood up before they can get a good look at his face.
"Uh oh, I might have to kill you." He sighs, raising his Scythe menacingly.
Asa immediately pulled out his lance from the corpse which quickly turned into sword.
“Not if I kill you first right?” He jokingly stated before sheathing his blade.
“Anyways, you’re not just gonna kill us, magic users, because we saw glimpses of your face now, would you?”
"This seems like an awful lot of money for some people who know magic," Guinevere said as Arthur explained her mission, should she choose to accept it.
"Oh, I assure you, they can be quite tenacious!" he chortled. "I see you have come well-equipped, that's quite a large sword you have there. And in the most lovely colors, too!"
Guinevere's Sieglinde Rose was propped up on the side of the couch, the tip not quite piercing the shag carpeting. "It's a relic of my old hunting days," she said dismissively. "I used to work for the Caravan out in the Shiaran Desert hunting wyverns and dragons for a living."
"Ah, yes, they have a booming Hunters Guild presence out in that area, do they not?" Arthur asked, leaning back into his comfy chair. "Euh, Jameson? Would you please fetch us something to drink?"
"Yes. I will be right back," the massive manservant grumbled. It looked as though he didn't even part his teeth when he spoke. He turned and left the room silently, the marble flooring in the hallway betraying his large footfalls.
"Where'd he come from?" Guinevere asked in a low voice.
"Southern Isles. Wonderful man, likes to maintain a gruff appearance."
Jidhr was taking in the whole scene with wide, dark brown eyes, looking from the boy to Asa. He cleared his throat once, then spoke up quietly. "I…he looks like a magic user too."
Danny looks up in surprise and lowers the Scythe.
"Thank God!" He laughs in relief. "I thought you guys were hunters or something. Well then, let me introduce myself fellow magic-users. My name is Daniel, but you may call me Danny. I'm the Descendant of Death. This is my Scythe," he motions with the Scythe. "Don't try to use it, and this is my Cloak."
He lowers the hood of his Cloak, revealing his boyish face and striking eyes. He runs his hands through his hair and looks closely at the two.
"So, who are you?"
Jidhr paused for a moment, tapping his finger against his leg for a long while before speaking again. "I'm…Jidhr, and I do water magic."
The metallic magician nodded.
“The name’s Asawin but I prefer being called Asa. I’m a metal based magic user and one of the infamous Mythical Warriors from TSL” the man introduced himself.
“Fair warning though, I will not hesitate to kill you if you hurt me intentionally. Other than that, nice to meet you” the man gave the newcomer a friendly smile like what he said was a joke.
Hosea was cleaning the dagger he held in his hands, glancing out the window every so often. Listening to the sound of the rain, and the occasional thunder reminding him that he was still awake. He was also keeping an eye out for anyone coming after him. Down stairs he could hear the sound of people laughing, a fight broke out once, or twice, in the bar below him. He likely wasn't gonna get much sleep tonight. It would be enough to get him through the next day however. Hopefully he didn't get any unexpected visitors. He wasn't going to hold his breath though.
Danny smiles back and nods at the two.
"Well, I hope it doesn't come to that. Now, I seem to have teleported to the wrong place. Where are we?"
"A barn. Abandoned," Jidhr told him, eventually standing. "Found it around a day ago."
“Oh, Jameson! Thank goodness you’re back! We were starting to become parched!” Arthur was now leaning a bit further back in his chair, his light frame sinking deeper and deeper into this armchair. The manservant set down a pitcher of ice water with cucumber and lemon slices floating at the top, along with two empty glasses. As he poured, Guinevere decided she needed some more information.
“I would assume that most magic users wouldn’t simply expose themselves?” she said, taking a sip from her glass. “Do you specifically know any magic users around here? Anyone especially prominent or powerful?”
“That’s one of the main issues, unfortunately. Because the country has cracked down on them so hard, the few that do remain have managed to masquerade as regular people for many years,” the nobleman explained. “You will have to find them, somehow. I have heard rumblings from around town of at least one or two people suspected of using magic, but nothing more. I suggest asking people around town for any rumors they may have heard. It doesn’t matter how you obtain the information, just as long as you can guarantee results.”
Leaning forward over the table, Arthur whispered “I have most of this town in my back pocket, you know!”
Guinevere smiled and laughed, noticing Jameson’s deeply-knit brow as his master made the remark.
Lightning flashed and Hosea looked out the window again. For being a wanted man, he didn't seem to have anyone coming after him at the moment. It was a bit more unsettling than what he liked. "You're being to jumpy," he mumbled to himself. "Calm down, you are capable of getting out of anything." He didn't usually talk to himself, unless he was really on edge. He figured it was just because he was in a new town, and he didn't have any of his buddies with him. He was alone, but he wasn't going to let that stop him.
Guinevere has already gathered her things and was waving goodbye from the porch of Mr. Gelder’s mansion. Opening her large umbrella and stepping out onto the street, her heavy leather boots squelched in the mud of the street.
Well, shit, she thought. I’m working for a corrupt and potentially crazy man with a butler who probably trusts him less than I do.
Unfortunately, business was business. If she could at least bring proof that she killed them, that might be enough to get the reward. However, information seemed to be few and far between.
The bar might be a good place to start, the huntress thought as she recalled years of experience in obtaining information.
The bar was open despite it being around 11:00 in the morning, but a shopping wet menu outside the door signaled that the bar served lunch and dinner, too. As she walked in, the cloaked figure from before immediately stood out to her. Without so much as a greeting, Guinevere sat down in the seat across from him and tried peering into the hood he wore. The low lighting and cloudy skies obscured the man’s face, but she could tell that he was immediately off-put by her stature.
“You seem like the kind of person that knows more than he intends to let on,” she said quietly, leaning forward and placing her arms on the table.
Hosea looked at the woman in front of him, not entirely sure if he could trust her or not. You can rarely trust anyone. Why would she be different? He'd gone down to the bar to get some water before getting some rest. Go figure this lady would come up to him. "I usually keep to myself yes," he finally replied to the woman.
Asawin yawned.
“Now that that’s settled, I’ll take my leave…” he said to the two people. Without waiting for their responses, he turned his back to them, covered his body with the cloak he brought with him and ran back out into the rain.
It was only a matter of minutes before he arrived at a bar. Being him, he would want to meet new people. He walked in and looked around the place first before lowering his cloak’s hood to his neck, revealing parts of his face. He sat down near a window, wanting to look at the scenery while sipping something refreshing.
As a second cloaked figure walked into the bar, Guinevere slowly turned around, but faced forward again when the character pulled his cloak down and went to get a drink. Clearly trying to get out of the rain instead of join the man in front of her.
“Listen, all I need is some information. I’ll even pay you, I just need to know if you have any information about magic users in the area. I’m ‘hunting them,” she used her fingers to create air-quotes. “…And I’m looking to get some reward money and see if they can’t help me with another proposition.”