Assignment 0~ Mystery at Oliwreath Shipyard

[Faust]

"What was that?" Roy spun around, kneeling down at the bed. "What'd you say? Hey, Elizabeth, speak to me." But for all his gentle prodding, Elizabeth wouldn't say anything else save for a few groaning breaths. "Elizabeth? What's that about a 'Kaimayrah?'" He stood up. "I wonder if this is important. This Kaimayrah might just be the name of the criminal. Or I might just be mishearing."

He looked at the door, then at Elizabeth. "I get the feeling something bad's gonna happen if I just leave her here, but this clue might be important. Hang on, Elizabeth, I'll only be gone for an eye-blink, so don't go anywhere, okay?"

Quickly, he strode down the hallways, over to the front door, and poked his head out. "Miss Cutting. Elizabeth spoke." Briefly, he described the mutterings, and the mention of a Mister "Kaimayrah." When he was done, he shifted onto his back foot, as though waiting for Maria to follow or release him to go back to the sleeping woman.

[Kashew]

She was in deep thought when Mr. Onell came and told her what had happened in the room. Without thinking she moved swiftly by Mr. Onell and made her way back to the room. She went and grabbed her swords, strapping them quickly onto her side. Then she dashed to the where the doctor and the caretaker were sitting.
I'm leaving her in your care, if anything happens to her while I'm gone. I will not be held responsible for anything I will do to you. Understand
The caretaker stood up quickly and did a salute. As Maria went back outside, doctor made a comment.
Who was she talking about?

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Started strolling quickly down the empty street, her eyes trained on what was in front of her. Just talking over her shoulder, expecting Mr. Onell to be behind her, she went and explained her sudden actions.
The 'Kaimayrah' you saying can only be one thing, what it really is is a chimera. A creature created by alchemist in an attempt to figure out live. In other words, this 'death' that everyones all scared about is a rouge chimera. Right now, we need to talk to the crew of the Fren Dor. They may shed some truth on this.
As they reached the inn, the 'Seagull Inn', Maria stood there and took a breath.
Remember be calm, just because you what it is, it doesn't mean you know everything.
I know that I just need to be in control Alright, Mr. Onell are you ready for this?

[Faust]

Roy listened to the explanation of the strange ''Kaimayrah'' monster with just a bit of trepidation. Artificial creatures created by "Old chemists" that go rampaging through the city? Sounded more like the plot of a mad scientist than your average old one. Still, Roy was stuck in this little plot, whether he wanted to or not, so he would simply have to do what he could.

It was at the entrance of the inn that he realized that he still had his gloves on. In the excitement and the new developments, plus the rush to get to this inn, he forgot to take them off and hide them. He considered taking them off, but thought better of it. Things were starting to get more and more dangerous, and even though he wouldn't admit it, he was starting to feel just a bit of trepidation. These gloves were sort of a security blanket for him. He just hoped he wouldn't have to use them tonight...

"Ready as I'll ever be." He rested his hand on his sword hilt. "I'm right behind you if you'll need me."

[Kashew]

Maria turned her head slightly, and gave him nod as a form of thank you. She opened the door and the smell of alcohol and tobacco smoke escaped into the night. Stepping into the establishment, eyes were staring into the direction of the newcomers. Maria didn't make any contact but she knew they were following her movement. As she reached the counter, the barkeeper came up to her with a glass in one hand, and cleaning rag in the other. Then he gave a gruf "greeting"
Can I 'elp ya Miss? *sniff*
Yes you can, I would like to know if any members of the ship, Fren Dor, are staying here?
Still keeping his eyes trained on her, he placed the glass down on the counter and leaned in a little closer.
*sniff* Ya're with The Guards... don't ya dare say otherwise. I can tell ya're type... this about the death goin' on?
You got it, so are any members here or not?
*sniff* Yep, three of them. One is the captian, goes by Jeb Visher. Then there's the first mate, Breccin Sid. And finally a crew member that goes by... Laron Tumer. I pretty sure you want their rooms too, I'll give them to you but you'll have to guess which one goes to which.
And why may I ask you're not going to tell me?
*sniff* Ya really wanta to know why... its because I hate yar guts, everythin' about ya I don't trust. Including ya're friend there. So good luck with "stopping Death", ya stuck-up peacekeeper.
As he was talking wrote down the room numbers on the wash cloth he was using, and then he went to the back room. Maria picked up the wash cloth and looked at the numbers written down on it.
101
142
222
She turned to Roy and hand him the wash cloth to look at.
Alright it time we started questioning, pick a room and we'll see what happens. You okay with that?
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OOC: Happy day, the true investagation beings. Make sure to think of some good questions. Lol

[Faust]

Yeesh, Roy thought when they were clear of the man. Guess Major Arcana isn't as big a deal as I thought. If only she'd show a little more presence, like the Captain... He added a silent "Same to you buddy," mouthing it when the man's back was turned, then began whistling innocently when he turned around again.

Looking at the washcloth, he peered over the numbers. "Three rooms, three crew members. And all of them likely to know about the same information." He shrugged his shoulders. "One in three we get the cap'n on the first try, so let's just go for the first room we happen across and try our luck."

Walking down the corridor that held the rooms, it would only make sense that the first room would be room 101. Looking back to see if Maria was following, Roy held up his hand to the door, then hesitated. "Huh, you know, if they're up to something, they might not talk to us. I mean, you're like law enforcement here, right? Hold on, I'm gonna do something really silly." He cleared his throat, and knocked on the door. "Oioiy! Someone from the Fren Dor in 'ere? I's Gran Rio wit' the East Heart Tradin' Comp'ny. Open up, I gots business t' talk."

[Kashew]

Well that was interesting completely different from what Maria had in mind. She was just going to open the door and just step in.
I knew there was something about I liked.
Maria gave Gram a quick glare, then started stepping back. As she was doing this said to Roy...
I'm going to go check the other rooms, try to get as much information as you can. I do the same, then we'll see what get at the end of it. Good luck.
So with that she ran off down the hallway, leaving Roy standing in front of the door.
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There was Roy standing in front of the door, when the sound of glass crashing is heard. A minute later the door opened up, standing in the doorway was a woman, who could about the same age as Maria. Her brown hair was all messed-up and frizzy; her face showed that one: she was having a hard time sleeping for a few days and two: she was trying to drink to go to sleep. If her face didn't give it away, her breath surely did. She was a corset that was so loose on her body that it could fall off at anytime. Her pants would be the same, they were loose and just sitting on her hips. Her eyes trialed all along Roy's body, the she went and started leaning on the doorframe rubbing her eyes.
I-I am not a fvcking captain. If I whas I've been in a harem right now. You want the craptin, check a different room...
The woman as she pushed herself off the doorframe she fell forward onto Roy, causing him to fall on the ground with her.
Fvck... help me to my chair. If y-you pullz anie crap on me I'z will beat ya' ta death.
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Maria decide to go to the next floor to try her luck, as she reached room 222. The door opened up to reveal a man in his late 40's.
Ah good, I though ye'd neva come. Come in, come in.
The man pulled her into the room, he sat himself down on the bed as Maria stood there standing.
So, how ye'd wana start this?
How about you answer my questions.
I already tol ye'd in ther message, that I'd don't do hermful thin's to beutiful women like ye'dself.
Are assuming that I'm a prostitute right now?

Arn't ya?
Do I look one to you? I mean really why would I have armor on?
There was a moment of silence then the man answered.
Playin' hard to get?
Maria then snapped, she went over to the bed grabbed the man by his shirt and threw him to the ground. She pulled her kopis out and pointed it at his face.
There is a reason, I don't kill you right now. I need answers to my questions, you may have them. Now just so we understand each other, I am Maria Vi Cutting, Number 7 in the Major Arcana. You got that?

[Faust]

"Ah, don't be frettin' yer lil' head, missy," Roy said as he pulled them both off the ground and dutifully led her to the chair. "It ain't a gentleman's deal t' be tryin' anything with a lady in this kinda state." Truthfully, Roy surprised himself with how well he took on this Gran Rio person. Then again, he was a better actor than he gave himself credit for a lot of the time. "If'n ye don't mind me sayin' so, ye look like what the cat dragged in from th' garbage 'cause he's too old fer the hunt."

He tactfully kept his distance, knowing that trying to goad the story out of her could very easily backfire in her condition. "Wha's with the boozin' anyhow? I been a sailor for a while now, and I know a thingertoo 'bout drinkin. The way I see it, a lass only goes to th'bottle 'cause she's havin' a good time, 'r else she's gotta helluva story she ain't too keen on sharin'. Judgin' by that unhappy lil' state yer in, I'm guessin' a good time's not exactly priority number one."

[Kashew]

((Alright, now begins some good interaction. I'm not going that easy, with the stuff so think of a good way to get the stuff you need.))
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The woman rubbed her eyes alittle bit then she leaned forward a bit to reach for the bottle of rum off the table. When she grabbed the bottle she started looking for a glass, but then she realized that she knocked it over when she went to get the door. She cursed under her breath, and just went ahead started drinking from the bottle.
I's havet say, ya gotta good mind. Not pryin' at a woman's private lufe. Fvck...
She placed the bottle back on the table, then she went to pull her corset up a little. Then she leaned back into her seat and resting her head against her propped hand. Again she looked Roy over, her appearance almost seem to change as she became serious.
Well seeing as it's none of my business right now, but what would ya' want the Fren Dor to ship out? If it's good, then I may relay the order to my cap'.
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After a moment of silence the man pulled himself away from the sword, but Maria kept the point trained on him. When he was a good distance away he pulled himself up.
So this is about the what happened on the ship isn't it?
Maria sheathed her kopis keeping her eye on the man.
At least we can skip my reason for being here, so I assume you know what my next question is.
Breccin Sid, First mate on the Fren Dor.
So that leaves Mr. Onell's and the other room as the captain. So can you tell me what happened on the ship?
Breccin walked over to the dresser and pulled out a sheet of paper.
We were given a order to deliver a crate to the city Ratinum.
Ratinum? The port city controlled by The Code?
Yep. Well anyways we didn't really think much on, but now that I think about it maybe we should've not taken the crate.
What stopped you from taking it?
The person who made the request, gave us a hevfty amount of money as an advance payment. We took it, without a second thought.
Do you know who paid you.
Never saw the person, just left a note with the money on it. Though 'e did signed it as Raven Knox.

[Faust]

Roy had to think for a second. How to go about prying information out of this woman? Sure, in a drunken state, one might be more likely to let slip stuff, but if she was hiding something... No. Roy had a gut feeling that she wasn't hiding it. She was getting herself drunk and depressed over something important, something that she couldn't come out and say. Maybe, just maybe, she was waiting for someone to come along and unburden her of it.

"Lass, I wanna be honest wit'ya." He sighed, "I need sum'min shipped that... well, i's a secret. Not a bad secret, nay, don't'cha worry yerself none 'bout that. I wouldn'ta come to the Fren Dor if'n I thought you shipped bad things. Jus' sometimes y'don't know whatcher gettin' until it's too late. Nobody's fault but the bastard what sent it to ya, but still y' sometimes feel like yer responsible, y'know?" He made a face like he had just revealed too much of a horrible secret. "Ah, what'm I sayin? Sorry t' be talkin' all this nonsense atcha, lass. I's just..." he sighed, "Y'ever have a horrible secret, th't y' just wanna shout to the heavens, but ya can't? I's such a horrid feelin' in'nit?"

[Kashew]

The woman leaned forward to grab the bottle again. She took a quick drink then looked Roy over again, almost like she was trying to pierce him with her stare.
Oh ya' feel like ya' know huh! Her anger that was showing just that second seem to die as quickly as came. Replacing it was sadness, not the crying out loud instead the held back kind.
Who am I kid' ya' know. Thev' all know, the cap' knows, Sid knows. Now we'v all payin' fer it. We took the crete, I knew somethin' war wrong with it. I knew, movement, the sound erf scratchin' and er growl. I told mi cap' about it, and what he say "Laron, we'r already paid, no matter what we deliver what we'r paided."
Laron in a fit slammed the bottle onto the table breaking in may pieces. Pieces of the bottle jabbed into Loran's hand making it bleed badly, but she didn't care, tears started streaming down her cheeks as she slipped to her knees.
It killed them, I know it did! My friends... they die fer a man's greed. That greed brought that storm on us! It wer punishin' us for thre greed, released it on us! It killed them all! All of them!

[Faust]

"Urk..." Roy faltered. Way to go, Cap'n. You just made a guilty lady burst into tears. Oh, man, tihs is gonna look so bad on my resume.

He sighed, taking care to maintain the appearance, but with an added twist. "Ah, now. Don't be upset. Yer gonna make me regret my job." He held up a hand reassuringly. "You ain't in trouble now, lass, not by a long stretch. A sailor's gotta follow orders, an' you did a fine job of it. Now I got a lil' order for ya: leave it to me. I said before, I'm wit' the East Heart Company. I work for a Cap'n myself, an' he's made it his job to deal with horrid mosnters like this. Ye have t' tell me if there's any other information y' can give me about this monster. If'n y'do, I promise ya that my dear old Cap'n'll put this horrid creature's head on a pike an' his guts on a silver platter."

Without waiting for an answer, he produced a rag from his pocket and moved to wrap it around the young woman's hand to staunch the bleeding. It was both a gesture of kindness, and a way to secretly pass along his insignia; when he left, he hoped that she would get a glimpse of the Heartless Symbol marked with a red X through it, embroidered on the cloth as the calling card of a certain hero...

[Kashew]

Is there anything else you can tell me?
Breccin went over to the bed and sat down.
I'm afraid on the matter of the pay that's it. But I guess telling you about everything else may be better than nothing.
So what is it you can tell me?
Breccin looked up, then sighed.
Laron... she had more encounters with whatever was attacking the crew. She had five near-death encounters, up to date. The only encounter I ever had with it was that last time. The only thing that stopped it from killing us was the Captin's Mark I Hand cannon.
Breccin pulled from his pocket a tooth about a foot long.
He only scared it off leaving this behind.
Were you able to see it at least?
Barely, all I could tell you was that is had the shape of an oversized cat.
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Laron looked Roy in the eyes through watery eyes, then wiped her eyes.
Thank you...
She pulled herself back into her seat and wiped her eyes a little more, when she was done she took a breath. The breath seem to studder like she still wanted to cry but she held herself up.
I guess what I can tell ya' is that... it's like a serpent. I'm sure ther's more to it, but I couldn't see cause it' was always in the shadow. And it seem... to attack people when the're alone.
She pulled her body into her chest and started shaking, she started to tear up as started to mumble under her breath.
Why... it'd attack me. Everyone... the'd get in the way... and get dragged.. into ther shadows. Why... why... Marcus... Tony... Elijah... and... and Cormac. He... so young... why... did he have ta go?
She slumped her head into her lap and started shaking something fierce as she began to flashbacks.

[Faust]

"A serpent, eh...?" Roy frowned pensively. This 'Kaimayrah' creature was some kind of snake? That would explain that thing the doctor said about the fang marks. Still, he wasn't a hundred percent sure how to fight a giant snake.

His musings were cut short, however, by the sound of the woman muttering to herself. He had definitely uncovered something she was trying hard to keep buried. It was likely she could never recover fully from something like this. Still, Roy felt like he had to do something. He put a hand on the woman's shoulder. "Listen, lass. I wantcha to relax as best ya can. Ye're being watched over tonight, very closely. Nothin' bad's gonna happen t'ya as long as my Cap'n's about; ye got me promise. But first..." He pounded his fist into his hand expressively. "I'm gonna jaw atchyer cap'n a bit about his choice in clients."

With that he turned for the door. He wondered how Maria was doing, hoping silently that she hadn't happened across the captain just yet. Roy had a few choice words for the guy who put Laron in this state.

[Kashew]

So there's nothing else you can tell me Mr. Breccin?
Breccin shook his head That's all I'm able to tell, being the first mate has it's advantages and all but you don't get everything. We could go to the captian.
It may be possible that Roy may already be at the other room.
That's true but maybe the captain could be in the bar area. We may need to check there also. Mr. Breccin, would be pausible that your captain may be in his room.
I'm pretty sure he is, if you want me to I could go check for you.
That would be helpful, if he's not in his room come to the bar and tell me. I'll be waiting there.
Alright I will.
They both stepped out of the room, Breccin went further down the hallway to the stairs and Maria went into the opposite direction to take another set of stairs down to the bar.
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Breccin made it to Room 142 and was about to knock on the door when he saw a man coming down the hallway towards him.
Can I help you?

[Faust]

When Maria emerged from the room, Roy was against the wall trying to regain his composure. Quickly, he dusted himself off and cleared his throat authoritatively, trying to make it seem like all was well.

Fortunately, she didn't seem to examine him too closely, intent on pursuing a lead downstairs. At least, that was what he hoped. He rubbed his gloves like a security blanket before approaching the gentlemen.

"Beggin' yer pardon, lads," Roy held up the back of his glove, showing the heart emblem like a badge. "Gran Rio, East Heart trading company. I'm working with the lass that just went downstairs. Any chance one 'a ya's the cap'n o' the Fren Dor?"