Kintobor

Karie picks Hershey up and follows Skrall. "Mreoow! <Hey now! I was talking to him!>"

"Yeah... I sorta can." Karie looks over to notice a spindly green spider. It seemed... familiar. She had sort of forgot how peaceful this place was until... Lab rat. Hershey wanders over to the spider's web and looks him over, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Mreoow! <Oi! Spider! What's going on?>" OOC: Hershey isn't looking for info, since technically that'd be cheating. Even if she did get some info, she couldn't share it with the party. Just looking to chat with him/her.

What exactly is the South Tower? Has it ever been used in a quest? I'm trying to figure somethings out and was looking for locations.

Anyone looking for Bonaparte rep? The quest I'm planning's got some in it.

"Sure, if the rest of the party is ready, I am as well." Karie checks herself over to ensure she knows where everything is. She then looks about to ensure her Syndicate mask was somewhere it couldn't be seen. Her uniform differed enough she could use the old tactic of lying and saying she purchased it off the group. Life liked to prove her wrong though, so she anticipated the worst. She stuck around as the party left just to say one last thing to Masson. "Don't... don't worry too much, alright. I'll be fine." She blew Masson a kiss and caught up with the party.

"Damn. Jeez, Octavyn..." Karie really couldn't think of words to describe how she felt. Octavyn was a rather laid back guy. To see him like this was sort of disheartening. "Well, good to know that you're brother's a Wolfgang supporter, at least..." Karie looks cautiously around. Perhaps having her hood off was a bad idea, with a capital B.

Karie noticed Baradock was eyeing her suspiciously. Once again, an unnerving feeling tingled down her spine. "Can you, um... stop staring at me? You're making me uncomfortable." Karie began to wonder what was going on between the two brothers. "Octavyn, why are you and your brother hostile between one another? If I'm going to be a walking target I want to know ahead of time." She sounded less like she was agitated, and more like she was concerned.

Well, it won't be for a while, but there may be a small one coming up. My next quest is a Graveyard Quest, and it will also be the first of a two quest arc.

"So, what brings you out this way, Masson? Shopping? Scouting? Assignment? Simply out for a stroll?" She didn't need to question what title or name to call him by. So long as it wasn't Stealer.

A city composed of undead.

Does Olegaia have any Necropolis's? Before I go any further, I want to make sure there's none in existence.

"I'm starting to think the barbarian's a mute." Karie giggled from the back. She looked over Masson,blushing slightly. She felt no need to introduce herself again.

Olivia.

I'm certain Sandy will allow more chances for Artisan, and if not, other QM's will, so instead of complaining, wait and see. You've got another 25+ levels to go until you get there. Throlar has time to evolve and grow, and by that time, Artisan may seem like a terrible choice for an expert class. I didn't see Necromancer possible for Karie at first, but if the stars align in a fashion that allows it, she could. I want to go on certain quests, but can't because I've already enrolled in others.

Yes, he should. Why, is he not? Sorry Eric Su, seems I didn't. Go get your advanced class!

Karie gives Baradok a look of unease. "Sheesh, you can stop staring. What's everyone's beef with witches around here, are they all a bunch of old hags sitting around a cauldron in their covens? Sheesh."

Karie winds the scroll back up, giggling. "No need to fret. I've got enough sense to know where and when to use this." She notices the barbarian back away. Oh great, it's Thothwick all over again. "Look, barbarian, I want you to tell me right now, do you got anything against me for being an awful, nasty witch, or are you going to be a two faced idiot and keep it to yourself? I'd like to know now in order to avoid any potential friction between us." The words "awful, nasty witch" were stressed enough to show Karie was being sarcastic. However, her question to the barbarian wasn't.

Karie pats herself down until she finds her scrolls, looking at each of them until she finds the right one, her Scroll of Newtity, and unfurls it, holding one end of it and letting gravity take over a bit of a wicked smirk crawling across her face. "Shall we find out?"

"Eh, I've heard odder. Try being a newt for a god fifteen minutes. Awkwardness abound, for sure." It seemed so mundane now, but she still couldn't shake the fact she was an oversized newt. It was still absurd, and no one'd probably believe her neither, but maybe that was a pro and not a con. Labelling yourself as "ex-newt" isn't a selling point.

"Nope, I'm ready to head out. However, those grenades and syringes, mind if I see them?" OOC: I just want the stats of them so we know what Octavyn's items do.

Karie ponders herself her own family relations. Who the hell is my family? "Octavyn, you may have some issues with your brother, but you need to put those aside, at least for a little while. What's your issue with him, anyways?"

"Octavyn, is everything alright? Who's this "special case" we need to contact?" Karie feels more than a little concerned. She hoped her suspicions were wrong.

Karie walks up to the group, her black and white cat slowly trailing behind her, more preoccupied with other things. She looks at the fountain with a mish-mashed look of both nostalgia and regret. What happened that night with the crew... spiralled into so much... everything, really. "Morning to you, Admin. Or is it Octavyn, since technically this isn't the same as the payroll I get with you guys? (as little as that is...)" She notices the barbarian loafing about the perimeter of the fountain. A newbie. She remembered when she was classified as a newbie. Good times... Wait, no they weren't! "Oi! Barbarian! What're you doing over there! You looking to catch a cold!" Karie had finally realized how much of a godsend the Syndicate uniform really was. It was warm, and it kept heat in. Her sweater was comfy too, but not as insulated as this blue beast of fabric. That and it was decent at keeping her figure relatively hidden. Her mask was folded and tucked into her bet, the black meshing staring into oblivion. Karie taps her foot, her boots making a thumping noise on the dirt, confirming her existence in the universe.

Karie opens the door to her flat, taking her hood and belt off and tossing it down on the bed. She looked about for Hershey as she kicked her boots off, not realizing someone else was in her house. "You're cats... rather inquisitive." Karie quickly began putting her clothes as she realized Masson had managed to get into her house, somehow. "What is with you guys and breaking into my house! The cleric, and now you?" Masson begins to blush, looking down sheepishly. "Oh... sorry, um... is this a-" "Bad time. No, actually, this is a good time. I had a crummy day." Masson looks relieved as he walks closer to her, looking dapper in his tie and vest. "I thought you'd show in purple." "I actually don't like purple." "Oh. I see. Sorry." The two sort of awkwardly loaf about before Masson coughs. "Um, Karie? I managed to get use both tickets to go see an opera," Karie's eyes light up like a Grogmas tree as Masson reveals his date plans, "and I was wondering if, for a date, you'd go with me to go see the Dream Oath?" "Masson, I'd love to. That's so considerate of you. I honestly adore the Dream Oath Opera." "You've... seen it before?" "When I was younger. Maxwell took me to see it with my sister when we were young. It... honestly was one of the few things I remember from my childhood." Karie begins to hum bits of the overture as she slowly goes into a rhythm, holding her hands out. "Um... Karie? What are you doing?" "Shall we dance, Masson?" She says in a slightly overdramatic voice. "I've, um... never really danced that much to be honest with you." "Then there's a first for everything. First, put your arm on my waist." "On your... where?" Masson, attempts to keep his cool as Karie helps position him properly. The two spend the next few hours clumsily waltzing about Karie's apartment. Masson was flush red from beginning to end. --- Meanwhile, down at the docks a small coastal boat coms into Eubric Docks, the paint sporting company colours. Samuel Shawe walks across the hastily placed gangplank and onto the boat where a young woman and man wait in the cold. "Shawe, I heard you have some merchandise you needed sailed off to Luosh, which is fine, but perhaps you should tell me what the meaning behind dragging me and my daughter out to Eubric from our visit of the Northern Free Isles?" "Father, I know you were content with Luosh, but you know how much I've wanted to see the city, lighten up! It'll be fun!" "I'm sorry you feel it as that sir, but I wouldn't drag the owner of one of our most trusted contract companies unless it was important." He hands the aging man a sealed envelope with a bat insignia sealing the back of the letter. The eye patched man flips the letter over and frowns. The young woman gasps, covering her mouth in a state of shock. "Is this some kind of sick, twisted joke, Samuel?" "No, no, Maxwell. She demanded that if she were to reserve reputation with our company, you deliver it to her yourself sir. I saw her with my own two eyes, Alderflask, she's in this city, right now as we speak." "Then what in the name of Ennoc are we waiting for?"