forum film noir, classic lit, and classic myths/folklore combined, let's go! (small group mystery RP)

Started November 10, 2020 by Deleted user

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(ajdhhge I have Arrived)

Another person soon came into the building. He was slightly taller than average height, with a slim form and golden curls that caught the light. His name was Marcelin Enjolras, a young revolutionary. Or, perhaps ex-revolutionary would be the best term. He winced faintly as he sat down, rubbing his chest for a moment to try and soothe the pain in his muscles. He had been shot, and his body was still healing, though it had been months. He looked around the group, but didn't interrupt.

"Another young darling for our little group here! I'm more than glad to see you. Tell me, how do you like your drinks? Or not, of course, I just wondered." Enola said. Drinking was common in the Sisterhood of Common Senses, so she could get just about anything the man wanted.

(oh shit wait uhhh what's the like. Technology level?)

Marce blinked. "I don't…just wine, if you have any." He said, his voice carrying a soft accent as he spoke. "Please."

(Fairly modern, with an Ancient Rome aesthetic to it, idk.)

“Wine for my fine friend here, please. A good choice, tribute to our deity Amaryllis of the Celestial Sphere. A little known one, but still, a good choice. And I will have some as well, for our Empress, to achieve transcendence over mortal beings. Make it strong.” she ordered the waitress, who complied immediately and eventually brought back a wide assortment of bottles and glasses. It was clear Enola was ready to pay handsomely, and tip well.

The Watcher just pulled out a little flask and took a swing from that, based on the smell of it, was vodka. "So, what in Nox's name did you call me here for? I thought the invitation looked interesting, but I'd like to know what's going on. And no, it's not the fact that I couldn't find any information, I just didn't look."

“The Scroll of Mad Gods is missing, and if the wrong person has it, well, goodbye earth as we know it. However, you are all very talented people, I’m sure you’ll be able to find it in the next few days.” Enola said.

“W-wait, goodbye earth? You mean the apocalypse?” Sora gasped.

“Yes, I do,” Enola said, “and it’s up to you all to stop it.”

Estella hummed softly, sipping from her drink. "Intriguing," she muttered. "Stopping the apocalypse, that could be good for business." The woman grinned, twirling her hair around her finger. "So, do we know anything so far?"

"Er, stopping an apocalypse by finding a missing scroll?" Noel's eyebrows twitched up a bit. He quietly muttered to himself, "That sounds like quite the task…" He clicked his tongue, putting his shawl over his head like a tent and continued to think over the situation out loud. "I mean, there isn't much fun to a scavenger hunt if you don't know where to start. So then the purple-haired lady asked a good question just now? Most certainly so…" He removed the shawl from his head, bundling it in his arms. He decided to sit quietly and wait until everyone finished voicing their questions.

Marce raised an eyebrow vaguely, but didn't speak, taking a sip of his drink. "Interesting." He finally said slowly, wondering why he was here, exactly.

"We the Sisters have collected you for your unique skillsets, I won't go in-detail because we already know why each of you are here and you won't have to worry for long, your missions will tell you enough of what we need you for. Mainly espionage, to be frank, we don't want to cause a scene, but violence if necessary." Enola explained.

"I'm sorry, but I really must clarify why I am here. I am a nurse, I see no reason why I should be roped in with these… people." Sora said, a little smugly on accident.

"If you must know, I mainly want your associate. You're the only one that can reliably find the woman and they need to be gotten a hold on."

"Oh."

Estella grinned, stretching out her legs as she took another sip. "I like the sound of that," she noted. "Espionage isn't something I'm able to do often, so that's exciting." Her heart was beating hard with excitement, but on the outside, the expression in her eyes barely changed.

The Watcher downed the rest of their flask and smiled, sharp canines glinting. They pulled out a small phone and began to type into it quickly. "How much?" They asked, not looking up.

"In terms of payment? You will be fairly compensated, just name your price and, if it is within reason, you will receive your dues in increments throughout the job. If you have any questions about money, my contact information will be sent to you after this meeting." Enola said.

Marce hummed very faintly. "And what need do you have for a failed revolutionary?" He questioned, mouth quirking faintly in a sad, sardonic smile. His friends were dead and it was his fault. His revolution. The people did not rise. He pushed away the curling, sour guilt that had crawled up inside of him.

"You have a voice, you used it. It wasn't your fault nobody responded. But now I need that voice, that creativity, and I need it as soon as it is available."

"Now, your first mission is simple. Go to the Frances Center this Saturday night, and find the man with the rose corsage. He is the thief you are looking for, capture and interrogate him on the location of the scroll. And do so quietly, we don't want an incident."

"I can do that," Estella decided. "I do have some experience with capturing targets." The woman hummed again, drumming her fingers on the table. "Anything we need to know about this guy?"

"He's rich, and powerful. If he goes missing, I guarantee there will be a search party after him." Enola said quickly. "I do believe we're being watched. So, we'd better finish this meeting quickly, and go our separate ways."

"I'll get in contact with all of you, no need to search any of you out." The Watcher stated, waving their phone while everyone else's dinged with a notification sound that wasn't their original. "I've also changed your notification sound, they were all dreadful." And with that, they turned on their heel and vanished.