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The trees clear to reveal a small, pathetic structure with but one wall and a thatched roof. Here is where the path splits in four directions, the remnants of a popular crossing. The Post, for what else do you call a wall and a roof at a crossing, boasts a few posters ripped on the edges. There was also a fading sticker of a panther, as well as a bloodstain and many hearts and initials permanently inked.

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Drifter's Post

The trees clear to reveal a small, pathetic structure with but one wall and a thatched roof. Here is where the path splits in four directions, the remnants of a popular crossing.

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Drifter's Post is a part of Cursed Wood.

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Rick Iniciar [63] "If I'm you....who're you?"
Draco of the Shadows [47] The Dragon of the Shadows.
Faindir Righteousness. [44] "Righteousness comes in many forms! For me it comes in the shape of my hammer!!"
Asynda Misery [44] "Misery isn't always a crack in one's foundations but the weight that holds it together."
Stan Simple [43] A white collar slave in a cubical. Stan's childhood hopes and dreams were smashed upon the adulthood realization that he'd NEVER have what he considers "real power". A head full of comics and anime takes it's toll, after all.

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Remilia Scarlet likes this lake

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Reisel Dracul marched into the area, looking in all directions to make sure the coast was clear. It didn't matter much if it wasn't, for he was only here to post a sign.


The burly vampire approached the post, noting the other measly adornments. Did people even come here anymore?

No matter. He was here to post The Blood Edict, along with The Humanity Clause, and that he would. Carefully, with gloved hands, he withdrew a velvet pouch from a satchel, along with two rolled scrolls. They were unrolled, and with the touch of a fae, Reisel removed silver pushpins from the bag and forced them through the parchment and wood.

With a nod, satisfied they were in place and well kept, Reisel left.

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Daemala had finally located the post. She plastered on it the poster for Verinotte Hollow, and got out of there before anyone caught her in the dump.

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Not days had gone by since the man's meeting with an odd young woman, Catira, at the post. He had been whispered and promised many things- a chance to get back at an untrustworthy company, another to meet up with an old friend- if he had delivered a simple package.

This he had done with the strange woman, who had given him a stare that held so long it was uncomfortable before scurrying off. The blonde-headed man with icy blue eyes had been at a loss. He had actually tried to open the package while he was there, but there was some kind of enchantment on it that stopped him from doing so. He knew it was important, but he did not know why. There was something with liquid in it within the package. It was not big enough to be wine or rum.

What was it? To be hand-delivered by someone as powerful as himself? He hung around, like the woman in black had asked him to, searching for his reward that was sure to show up within three day's time. He had taken a short hike into the woods in the meantime. He would know if she came. He knew he would.

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The trail had been easy enough to follow once he'd picked it up. The man had not been attempting to hide his tracks to confuse a pursuer, nor had he gone far from the place Catira had told him to look. Nairi slunk through the trees after Duke, cloak rippling unnaturally as the shadows crossed it. The sun hung low in the morning sky, and the air held a slight chill to it, a relic of the recently passed night.

The werecat did not disguise his approach, and the foliage rustled as he pushed it aside to draw closer to the blonde man. Golden eyes surveyed him warily for a few moments. "You are the Duke?" he asked, by way of greeting.

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The man simply stopped walking as Nairi called out his name. He did not turn around, did not move. He just stopped. There was a pause, then-

"What's it to you?"

His voice was deep, and he spoke slowly. He had a cigarette between his lips that smoked gently, twisting in the air when a breeze blew by.

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"Was told you delivered a package here to a girl." Nairi replied, coming to a halt a respectable distance away. "Need to know about it. Where did you get it from? Do you know what it was?"

He kept his eyes locked onto the man's every movement, for signs of a negative reaction. Eventually, he was sure, he would reach a point in this chain at which questions would not be well received. Those who had the information he wanted were unlikely to divulge it willingly.

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He took a long drag of his cigarette, mulling over his words for a moment. He blew a plume of smoke into the air, head tilted back. "Why should I tell you?"

The tone was almost teasing. Mocking. What could this kid give him that would make him give up what little information he did have? He was trying to find out a lot of these questions, too. He just had an old friend he wanted to see before that.

"How would you know I know anything, anyway?"

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"The girl told me. You got the package from somewhere. Assuming you don't suffer from short term memory loss." Nairi retorted, folding his arms and glowering at the back of Duke's head.

"Willing to pay. Have money, or otherwise I can trade information. You have questions? Everyone has questions. I'll find you answers. Can find things, people, things that were never written down. Name it, and I'll point you in the right direction. At the very least. Information for information, if what you tell me helps me enough, I'll help you the same."

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He could feel the boy's glower, and turned to look over his shoulder at Nairi because of it. An almost smirk came across his face. "Fine." he said. "Tell me why you're interested and what you know about that package, then I might consider telling you where it came from and what I know about it."

It was a risky bet, but one that he knew would come out on top of, no matter what Sarka wanted from him. Duke was not a flimsy man. He knew he could do what he put his mind to.

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"Person it was for has designs on Aslund. Terra. Wants power, has been sending creatures to kill, make chaos. I think whatever was in that package is part of her plans." Nairi replied, expression unchanging. "What I know about it? I ... was told it contains a vial. Some supernatural properties, but don't know what it was for."

He rolled his shoulders non-committally. "Call it a personal project."

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The man carefully slipped his hands into his pockets, then rolled his shoulders back. "Do you know who has it now? I was assured it would be given to its new owner. If it has not been given to her, I might get into a bit of trouble." The tone became mischievous. "Not that I mind."

He turned around to face Nairi, cold blue eyes resting on the young werecat. "Did the monsters take something from you? Is that why you're searching?"

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"It was given to her." Nairi replied, deciding to leave out the part about him having then later stolen it. He still didn't know whose side this man was on, after all. He met Duke's eyes with his own sharp golden orbs, as though challenging the stare. He remained frowning.

"No. Took nothing. Have my own reasons. Does it matter?"

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"Perhaps." said Duke, plucking the cigarette out of his lips. "If you want anything out of me. Perhaps you can figure out the source of that package." The edges of his eyes crinkled in a half-smirk. "I need something useful. I also have personal reasons for becoming involved."

He tapped the end of his cigarette to let the ash fall. "But if not, then I suppose I'll be on my way."

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"Why are my reasons for being involved important? Don't care why you're involved, it's irrelevant." Nairi retorted sharply, scowling further. "Fine. Call it a personal dislike for magic-users who think they can use whatever and whoever they want as pawns. Mixed with having started looking into something, and wanting to see it finished. Nothing deeper than that."

He rolled his eyes. "Like I said. Personal. Irrelevant. Doesn't help you. If you want something useful, ask for it. Don't mince words with me and then act as though I'm holding back."

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Duke nodded, as if that really unmasked something for him. Perhaps it did, but likely, it did not. But that wasn't all to it.

"How did you come by the news of the package? Who told you there was a vial in it?"

More questions. Almost worst than Robin.

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"Have methods of knowing what happens anywhere I might need to. Can think of it as having eyes in a lot of places, always something somewhere listening for me." Deliberately vague, Nairi could just as easily have been referring to a network of spies as to anything supernatural.

"Saw the hand-off to the one I'm watching. Followed her till I found out what was in it." Technically true. Omitting details was the easiest way to lie without lying.

He glowered impatiently at Duke, as though to say 'Happy now?'.

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Duke's stare hardened. That this child could follow the trail that far. Whatever he had going for him, Duke had to watch out for it.

"Perhaps." he said, dropping the finished cigarette. "I would ask for more, but I'll be meeting someone soon, and I need to get rid of you before that." He crushed it with his foot into the dirt, extinguishing it. "Wing City. I got the package from a shady figure there, at Sol. I don't know where he lives. It remained anonymous for a reason."

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Of course it would be in the part of the city currently infested with zombie cyborgs. Why would it be anywhere else?

Nairi nodded his head briskly. "Good. Appreciated." he said, before promptly turning on his heel and walking away, shadowy cloak rippling out behind him unnaturally. He never had been one for formalities.

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Duke watched him depart, and promptly took out another cigarette from his pocket. Snapping his fingers, he lit it, and began to depart, himself, in the other direction.

"I have a feeling this isn't the last I'll see of you."

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A pair of ragged individuals carried themselves into the cross road, on of them a massive broad shouldered individual and the other scrawny but tall, the larger of the two clutching his armored arm and limping slightly blood and black mire clinging to his clothes, his lanky companion doing their best to support their friend, the larger's weapons hanging loosely from his armor and the lankier's book and lantern bouncing off of their legs as they walked.
They lumbered into the small ruined structure, the larger of the two collapsing onto his backside the force of his fall causing the structure to rattle and creak as he leaned back and groaned, muttering irately in an alien tongue as thunder rolled and the heavens opened, rain pouring down around the rickety old structure with the sound of white noise, the lanky green skinned individual rifling through his pouches and bags for supplies, they're lantern glowing with an eerie teal light as they pulled out bandages and a few herbs as well as a canteen, the hot surface of it steaming lightly in the cold dusk air.
The larger slowly removed their armor as the smaller approached them, handing the canteen over while helping place the armor pieces gently on the ground, quietly tending to the wounds, placing herbs and bandages atop the large bruises and gashes along the larger's body.

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There was, as there often had been, a split in reality. A rip in the threads of the delicate blanket between worlds. It was thin at first, and then, as hands grasped the tear from within, it grew until two bodies tumbled out of it.

One of them got up promptly, clad in a tight purple dress with a light jacket over her shoulders, and thigh-high boots with lace at the top. She looked ready for a party. That is, if it weren't for the high caliber sniper rifle slung over her shoulders. She ran her fingers through her white hair, deep in contrast with her chocolate-colored skin.

"Well! This isn't... quite what I had in mind when I said somewhere private."

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There was not a word from the young man that accompanied her as her rose to his feet, dusting off his black trousers and the dull crimson shirt he wore with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. When the act was finished he looked around for a moment, picking up the black, western styled fedora that had come to a rest on the ground a small distance away.

He put the hat atop his head and shoved one hand into the pocket of his pants. With one hand over his mouth, he began to sruvey his surroundings.

He had not the slightest clue of where he was....

"....This is the last time I let you drive." He sighed, his hand moving to his temple as he shook his head in disbelief.

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"Nonsense! I'm sure I just overshot us half a mile further than intended..." the elf mumbled, glancing up towards the post. "Verinotte.... Hollow. Do you know of a Verinotte Hollow? Because I certainly do not." Oh, dear. "Perhaps... it's just a small part of Iniciar we never did hear about! Ahum... let's see... how about we try this again? My queer little apartment-" She reached for Rick's shoulder, bending the bracelet.

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"Stop." Rick said, his eyes on the night sky above them.

He stared for a long time, not uttering a word as he examined the stars. As time passed, a creeping panic began to grow within him.

"I don't recognize any of the constellations...and the moon is completely wrong...." He turned to the elven female. "Just how far is that thing able to go?"