Since she was full and satisfied, she did not fear joining the crowds at the flea market. The last time she was there, her head was throbbing with the sounds of the pulse of literally everyone there. She remembered the awkward encounter she had with some guy who had brightly colored hair, and a very strange name. The vampyress looked into the mirror in her inn room, checking to see if she was looking good in the outfit she had picked for herself. It was her normal attire, although it did not look very normal to most people. She just liked to be dressed in a sophisticated way. That was something she probably would not get tired of anytime soon. She did not use to do that before, though. It was probably because of the dark wizard. Speaking of that guy, Joan had also been trying to do something about it. Although it was hard for her to do it alone. She was unconscious the whole time all of that was happening, and only knew about it when one of her guildmates in Phantom Lord who went by the name Bodak told her about it. Apparently, she saw him while she was at the hospital to bring Joan some blood bags, because she actually knew that Joan was a vampyre. This did not surprise Joan. Most of her guildmates in Phantom Lord knew of her race, that she was a blood sucking beast of the night.
Rock & Roll「Quest / Joan」
Mon Mar 12, 2018 3:20 am
Since she was full and satisfied, she did not fear joining the crowds at the flea market. The last time she was there, her head was throbbing with the sounds of the pulse of literally everyone there. She remembered the awkward encounter she had with some guy who had brightly colored hair, and a very strange name. The vampyress looked into the mirror in her inn room, checking to see if she was looking good in the outfit she had picked for herself. It was her normal attire, although it did not look very normal to most people. She just liked to be dressed in a sophisticated way. That was something she probably would not get tired of anytime soon. She did not use to do that before, though. It was probably because of the dark wizard. Speaking of that guy, Joan had also been trying to do something about it. Although it was hard for her to do it alone. She was unconscious the whole time all of that was happening, and only knew about it when one of her guildmates in Phantom Lord who went by the name Bodak told her about it. Apparently, she saw him while she was at the hospital to bring Joan some blood bags, because she actually knew that Joan was a vampyre. This did not surprise Joan. Most of her guildmates in Phantom Lord knew of her race, that she was a blood sucking beast of the night.
Mon Mar 12, 2018 3:56 am
However, Joan could not be so sure about this. Her instincts told her to look further into it, and it came to her mind that she should probably ask for some assistance with this from her distant vampyre relatives who she was not actually related to by blood, but by bloodline. The only person she could think of to help her solve this problem was Adelaide -- one of the most powerful vampyres she knew. She was quite different from Joan, as she was a pureblood and had been a vampyre for much longer. Adelaide would help Joan, but she would ask her to give her specific details about not only the dark wizard, but also the vampyre situation in Fiore. Which is why Joan had been wandering off to restricted areas lately to keep herself up to date with the Fiorian vampyres’ movement. Since the king had been replaced, there had to be change with how the vampyres here were working as well. Joan was closer to her guild and therefore barely knew any vampyres in Fiore. The only reason she knew of Adelaide was because of how popular she was as a pureblood. Joan had heard of her, and Adelaide knew her as well because of her past as a troubled child. She seemed to know a lot of vampyres, whether they were purebloods or halfbloods. Joan had already planned to write a letter to her with specific details of the movement of Fiorian vampyres provided in the letter.
Tue Mar 13, 2018 1:14 am
After she got dressed in a more appropriate outfit for battle, the vampyress headed out of her inn room. Instead of going to the flea market, she was now headed to the Cold Colliers’ hideout. The innkeeper even asked her if she was still going to the flea market, to which she replied by saying, “Maybe another day, ma’am.” She took a carriage to the hideout, but not directly to the hideout, as always. She would take it to a spot near where the abandoned warehouse itself was and then walk to it only when the carriage was out of sight. She did not want anyone to catch her going into the Cold Colliers’ hideout. That would be bad for them, since it was a hideout after all. They definitely did not want others to find out about this place. And she was glad Mattoro trusted her enough to come to the place herself and not let one of his men escort her around or something like that. Joan could take care of herself and he obviously knew this as well, which was why he did not have one of the Cold Colliers escorting her around. The vampyress arrived at the spot she usually stopped at and paid for her ride. She stood there for a long time, watching the carriage take off until it was completely out of sight. Then she would enter the hideout.
Tue Mar 13, 2018 1:25 am
As Joan did not need any preparations for the battle, she took a seat in the same chair she sat in that was in front of Mattoro’s desk. She sat and watched as his men scurried about, making sure they had what they needed. They were not magic users like herself, so they needed a lot of equipment, and they had it all, in this very abandoned warehouse. They had been preparing beforehand, probably while Joan was doing her part in this operation. Mattoro hurried up with getting himself ready so that he could have a word with Joan on how he wanted to go about this. They were simply going to march up to the mines and attack. The mine would be swarming with personal enforcers after what happened to the two contractors -- which was the work of the vampryess herself. Her lips curled into a satisfied smirk upon hearing this. Clearly, it was not over with just the two contractors dead. She had a crawling feeling that something was off, but she did not want to ruin Mattoro or his men’s current hopeful moods, so she kept her mouth shut. If something was indeed off, they would find out soon wouldn’t they? And she would be there to make sure that things didn’t go wrong. A few minutes later, it seemed they had finalised their preparations. They were ready for the battle. And so they began to travel to the mine.
Tue Mar 13, 2018 1:38 am
Joan was outnumbered, but not overpowered. She advanced towards the remaining overseer and tore his limbs off as she hissed angrily, fangs out and all. Once that was dealt with, she kept looking for more clues, but this bloodbath was getting more and more intense by the second and with the amount of blood being spilled it was just a bit harder to concentrate on what she was trying to achieve right now. More and more men fell to the ground as the vampyress weaved her way around the battling men. She would only fight back if someone attacked her, otherwise she was on to a completely different thing. She also made sure to keep a tab on Mattoro’s situation. So far he was doing pretty well, slaughtering his enemies with the rage of a thousand angry bulls. A smile appeared on her face as she continued to observe while keeping herself out of harm’s way. Sooner of later, she would find out what was wrong. Her instincts were never wrong, and she could always trust them with anything. And right now her instincts were telling her that something was definitely wrong. The noises of the men involved in the battle filled the whole mine area. The angry shouts and roars, swords clashing over and over, and many more. Joan would use her magic here and there to help herself, but she stayed out of the main battle that was causing a lot of blood to be spilled.
Tue Mar 13, 2018 1:52 am
As soon as she heard him scream, Joan hurried to where he was and found him trapped under some rocks. Before she could make her move, she heard him curse a name. A very familiar name as well. He cursed the name Frankan, the remaining contractor. Joan knew something was off about this operation. Frankan was also involved! She wondered why Giroud acted as if he was so alone though, if Frankan was also involved. That meant that he was not alone in the mess after all, unless he was a beta bitch to Frankan much like Kalaus or something. Joan did not even bothering giving the overseer a nice pleasant and quick death. She left him there to bleed to death and feel every bit of pain from the rocks on his leg. Since she had some seriously important information, she returned to Mattoro and spilled the beans. He seemed shocked, and then angry. He then made some kind of announcement to the Cold Colliers about the situation and they ceased the battle. Mattoro seemed quite infuriated. After all, he got injured for nothing. Their real target was still out there. The Cold Colliers then began to bury their fallen comrades somewhere near the mine, while leaving the overseers to rot in the mine. Afterwards, Mattoro provided her with her rewards and then told her that he would call soon for operation: kill Frankan.
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