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[quote name="Strangeflesh" date="2022-01-17 15:51:52" ] @.Lunalis all options have been picked. [/quote] Yup! Results should be up just after tonight’s rollover :)

@silencedrose Ghost tilts her head, her expression unreadable. Cocoa gives another weak tug before appearing to give up, looking pleadingly up to the fae. “Please. I’ll help ya if ya tell me what I did.” “You specifically have done nothing to us. Your bosses, however…” her voice is low and musical, a harsh contrast to her threatening appearance. “I need information. Their targets. Suppliers of weapons and explosives. You are going to give me this information.” Beginning to work her claws free of the restraints, Cocoa takes her time with her answer. She sighs and looks around fearfully, playing the role of perfect kidnapee. “I- sure. If I tell ya do ya swear to let me go?” The words have barely left her mouth before Ghost has unsheathed a wicked looking rapier and has the tip aimed at her throat. “You tell me the information and I will perhaps spare your life.” Cocoa freezes, her claws stilling behind her back, nearly free. “I’m a smidge low down on the orderin’ line to know targets and stuff before the strike, but-“ the sword moves closer to her throat. She hesitates, the desperation not entirely faked. She only needs to buy a bit more time then she can get free. She needs to stall a bit longer. “I might know a few names. I’m not entirely sure. Most use aliases, ya know. Let me just think for a moment..” she trails off, appearing to be deep in thought. Frustrated, Ghost turns her head to the side to look to one of the guards by the door just as Cocoa gets her hands free. Seizing the distraction, she quickly slices through the ties on her feet and brings the full force of her attack down onto the fae. Even as skilled as she is, she’s unable to hold out under an assault from a much larger dragon. She crumples to the floor, unconscious. She grabs the rapier from her claws, and uses the hilt to knock out guard #1. Guard #2 poses a bit more of a problem, but after a few seconds sparring she ducks under his defences to deliver another knockout blow. She’s hesitant to kill anyone, not knowing the full extent of what’s going on. With the obvious threats out of the way, she turns and points the sword at Fracture… only to discover he’s dropped his weapon and has his claws on his head. “Hey! Uh… please don’t hit me. I want no part in this mess. Never had.” Noticing Cocoa’s skepticism, he laughs slightly. “My reputation probably precedes me. But I don’t… that’s not me. I mean, it’s me, but not… me. I’m rambling. Anyway, all that stuff was made up by Mom to give our family a ‘better reputation’.” He seems sincere enough, but she still maintains a steady grip on the sword in his direction as she searches the pockets of the unconscious dragons for anything that might be of use. A heavy parchment scroll written in an odd language was in the bag of guard #2. She pockets it, and slowly walks out the door with her sword firmly pointed at Fracture. With a final look at the room in which the odd series of events had occurred, she turns away and flies home. [item=illuminated runescroll] @lesbianpangoro Banaschar smiles slightly, trying to convey his sincerity. Ghost looks at him for a long moment, before saying, “So you are not the second in command of a group of rogues come here to attempt to overthrow us and gain monopoly over our resources yourself?” “Nope.” “So are you saying my son is lying?” She shoots a deadly look at the fae to your left. He shrinks slightly under the force of her gaze, but remains silent. He begins to look more and more nervous as Banaschar starts to speak. “Not entirely. He’s lying to [i]you.[/i] Before you all walked through the door, he was talking to me in a panicky way about how he accidentally picked up the wrong dragon and how I could absolutely under to circumstances tell you any of this.” Ghost’s sharp gaze increases in intensity as she looks at her son. She looks to one of the guards for confirmation, and they nod slightly. Seeming to take that as an answer, she turns back to the fae. “Seeing as this is your mistake, you shall be the one to deal with it. See if they know anything, then kill them. And if this is not dealt with correctly…” she lets the threat hang in the air. “Of course.” He bows his head and looks guiltily at the floor. She leaves the room with her guards, and he turns to Banaschar. “I’m not going to kill you. You’re going to knock me out and miraculously escape.” “…Why?” “Would you rather I murdered you?” “Fair point.” The fae makes quick work of his restraints, before leading him out through a series of corridors. After glancing around carefully, he exits the building and leads him to an alleyway nearby. A spiral is there waiting. “This the one you wanted me to transport?” She asks. “Uh, yeah. Could you also hit me? On the head would be believable.” She nods like this isn’t unusual, and bonks the fae on the head, hard enough to leave a semi-visible mark but not hard enough to knock him out. Banaschar just watches with faint amusement. The fae gives him a last businesslike nod, then hurries back to the building. The spiral turns to the him and grins. “Hi! I’m Skyfire and I’ll be transporting you safely back home. Because otherwise you’ll probably be caught. And killed. So I’ll be your guard!” Not being able to argue much with that, Banaschar sets off to his home with the spiral in tow. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62332059][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/623321/62332059_350.png[/img][/url] @Bxy26 Ghost studies Feldon. The dark fae stays silent and stares coldly up at her, daring her to make the first move. Her gaze is steady, and for quite some time the two just look at each other, observing how the other is reacting. Neither move. Neither break the other’s gaze. Ghost is the first to speak. “This is not who we were looking for.” The fae who brought her in jolts, and begins to try cover for his mistake. “No, no it is! I picked her up where you said, and I saw her conferring with some of the known associates of the dragons we’re scouting and-“ “Either you take me for a fool, or you’re just more naive than I gave you credit for.” She gestures at Feldon. “This is an assassin. Note the steady claws, pouches for concealed weapons and a small bag for payment. She has also been trained to withstand interrogation, as shown by the absence of fear in her eyes. Even though she is completely at our mercy, she isn’t even vaguely scared.” “She might just be a really good weapons dealer…?” He trails off when Ghost cuts a sharp glare to him. “…Okay. Yeah.” “You can leave now while I negotiate with her the terms of release.” He walks out of the room, leaving Feldon alone with Ghost and the two guards. It is a rather foolish move on their part. She is sure she can easily take down the guards to escape. But her offer of negotiation has piqued her interest, and she decided to her them out. “You do a job for us, and I let you go free. You go your way, I go mine, and hopefully the next time we meet isn’t at the pointy end of a sword. One simple kill is all it’d take.” She takes a rapier out of a sheath by her side and lets it swing casually off of a claw. “Or, if that doesn’t sound agreeable to you, I could kill you right here and save us all the trouble.” A long silence. The two fae lock eyes again, and Feldon inclines her head slightly in agreement. “Excellent. Your target is a male mirror living in this neighbourhood. He has a rather distinct marking along his body and wing, so you’ll be able to notice him easily. I want him dead in a week. Any longer than that and I will come after you myself. And trust me when I say that is not something you’ll enjoy.” She motions for a guard to hand her a slip of paper, and she shows it to her. It’s the design that the mirror has. She carefully cuts through her ties, and hands it to the darker fae. Holding her at sword point, they walk out of the building into the surrounding area, and Ghost gestures for her to go. “One week. That’s all you’ve got.” Feldon nods again, and flys off, considering all the way whether she’ll actually do it or not. It’ll be a decision for a later date. [item=accent: tales of the hunt]