Post #1833206 in Scarkim, a roleplay on RPG

"Oi Sir the Dragoon Squad Alpha is here to um...investigate."

Before the regular guard captain could respond, two large men swept into the alleyway like menacing brutes on a war path. The shade gave way to a colder breeze, gravel left scattered on the ground. Grey, and polished the two men pushed the guards to the side, giving way for another. A man tall and slender, stepped into the darkened silhouette of the nearby Inn.

He strode forward as he nodded off to the two guards that entered the lifeless alley before him. His armor was resilient, almost a steel color. It's structure was toppled over one plate of stone after the other. Jutting spikes flew out from his dragon like helm, a sham of white. His arms held the same color as his helm as the armor extended to his knuckles, his rib cage the only other thing covered by his Dragoon armor.

At his side rested a angular crafted white hilt, made of Mintold own stone. Concealing his true weapon, a sheathe, Black and made of pure onyx went dark in the shade. A giant metal sword rested sideways at his back as his black boots planted into the ground. Gravel breaking under the pressure of his foot, Jin's gentle purple eyes scanned the ground. A dull red tainting the cracks of the stone made cobblestone a few feet in front of him, the Mintold captain standing to the side to greet him.

"Mister Jin Kisaragi, sir..." Hesitation rasped in the man's throat, dryness from the cold weather, more so from Jin's appearance. "This is the sixth one this week, and some we might not even know about.." The captain turned to the stream of blood leading behind a large stack of barrels, filled with the finest wine of Mintold. Jin grinned his mouth still visible the captain backed away, Jin proceeding forward to inspect the hidden body.

The two guards that came with him moved to the are Jin had just left, turning their back to Jin as they blocked off the alleyway. Approaching the large barrels Jin lightly smiled, his thoughts swirling for an answer for the location. Extending his right arm forward his fingers grazed the wooden barrels, rough and old, Jin snatched his fingers back as he turned. Her long hair had been spread out, grey and dry from the exposure of the natural world's elements. Her face had sunk into a decomposing phase, her skull slightly visible, starting from her jaw up to her eyes.

Jin quickly knelt to inspect the area closer, his unmatched vibrant lilac eyes searching for a clue. He had been put on this task for one purpose, everyone else that had been inspecting the deaths, were also killed. Jin being highly skilled in combat, and tactical when it came to survival was the perfect candidate. It had been the third body since he was chosen for the job, a job he was slowly starting to think the killer wanted him to take part in. The criminal was getting too comfortable, too smart.

A pool of blood wrapped around the young woman, soaked and the smell of decease. Jin touched the the blood lightly, his eyes absorbing the dull red. Then bending farther over he grabbed her hair, lifting lightly he checked under her head. His eyes caught something before placing her head back down, a locket with a long metal string, drenched in her pool of blood. Sliding his left hand under he latched onto it, slowly releasing her head with his other arm. His black gloves stinging with wetness.

A locket? First thing I've found since the murders. What else could this bastard be hiding? He's definitely not an idiot, so why leave the locket? Did someone see him in the act...Ugh this is getting tiring, between patrols and this, what's next. He used the wine barrels as a cover, knowing her mutilated appendage would cause a stream of blood, much like the color wine. I'm on to you, whoever you are..

Turning away from the body his head tilted back as his deep, soft voice slipped through the cold air.

"May you rest peaceful, sister."

Jin waving his hands at the two guards, spit. The sun piercing through the shadows of hidden crevice, the alleyway lighting up as jin approached the captain.

"I found this, make sure your men watch closely tonight, I've got a bad feeling." Jin's voice came out like a viper, suffocating those around him with his power. His right hand clenching onto the locket, walked away, blood dropping to the ground as the necklace swung back and forth as he walked. Reaching the end of the scene he found himself before a bustling crowd of traders, and tourists. Music, hammer, and yelling all mixed in. Jin tucking the necklace in his side pocket grinned, the sight of a conflict in his streets by foreigner.

Jin slithered by the first few trading posts before catching a better view, a brolly man, suited and ready for combat. He looked easily a heavy set of three hundred pounds, Jin might have been wrong. his eyes scanned as the man placed his foot upon one of the scoundrels throats, tossing another to the ground with a talented close-line. Jin walked out from the commotion and stood in the brooding sun, no affect to the blistering autumn cold. the light gave way to the color of Jin's broadsword, a rusty brown with a glaze of steel peaking through. The crowd veered away from him as Jin set his eyes on the back of the newly interesting visitor.

"Tsk, Tsk...Playing with men like that, you'll get no satisfaction, However regardless of their thug-like attitude and horrible fighting prowess, i suggest you take your foot off that man's throat, now..." His calm voice chimed into a vicious, cold demand. His eyes went still. His right arm resting on the hilt of his father's pride, Lotus.

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located in Scarkim, a part of Scarkim, one of the many universes on RPG.

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