Boreas stepped through the portal and was met with a world entirely unfamiliar to him. He had known of the existence of the other worlds because of the recounting of the ancient war that the light had started. He hadn't been to any of those other worlds though. Atmos said she was feeling a bit better and Boreas wondered whether being in the Realm of light would have adverse effects like the Realm of Darkness had had on her. He hit the activator and in a moment his armour was gone, revealing the young man beneath. He wore a simple dark green tunic, black trousers and boots. All that remained of his armour were the two pauldrons. "Well good to hear you're doing better then, although I am wondering whether I would be at the same risk you were for being in the Realm of Light?" Boreas asked the Keyblade master, her implication of Torrin having been around here, perhaps for those full 6 years it would be fine, but it never hurt to ask. "What do you mean Torrin has returned here, where did he go and to what end? How long have you been working with him?" Boreas was curious and this woman implied to have met him already, which would make finding him that much easier. Boreas however didn't expect to find the nephew of Joch here, it couldn't be that easy... As Atmos lead the way to the King of this world Boreas just took in the wonders of this world.
Conrad had been awake since sunrise but had kept to himself in his room, reading. However he figured that he ought to get breakfast before his stomach would leave him no choice. While he was fairly certain the others were already awake, he still didn't make too much noise as he walked through the hallways. It had been atleast three years since he had come to the guild and it had truly become a home for him, it was such a difference from his family home. He actually liked it more although he did miss his siblings, but he'd visit them when he could. As he got closer to the hall he was met with the sound of the piano being played by someone, it was a beautiful piece of music that was being played and Conrad couldn't help but smile. Within the banquet hall Conrad saw who wa playing and wasn't too surprised to see Lakoda at the keys, it definitely wasn't the first time he had walked in on her playing. He decided to leave her to playing as he assembled himself a nice breakfast consisting of two waffles, some scrambled eggs, a piece of toast and a mug of coffee. Still listening to the sweet song of the piano he found himself a seat at a table not too far from the piano, placing himself in such a manner that he could see Lakoda. He took a sip of his coffee and let the music wash over him. Listening careully for when the song seemed to end Conrad clapped in his hands in applause. "That was beautiful, Lakoda" Conrad said, before taking a bite out of his toast. He had learned her sign language but the one thing it couldn't really do was draw someone's attention, but otherwise it worked perfectly fine. Conrad started on his breakfast, waiting for others to join him.
Username: Vladivostok Name: Conrad Heinrich Adelbrecht Carsten von Eisenstein II Age: 24 Appearance: The New Conrad Personality: Conrad is a kind-hearted soul, making sure everyone's alright. He does in the proces forget about himself. Conrad dislikes being on his own and is easy to trust people although not much of a talker about his own feelings. Conrad is a curious man, especially when it comes to ancient records or old languages. Enjoys a good book to read and looking into history. Brief History: Conrad was born the second son to the wealthy Eisenstein family, while it meant he wasn't going to succeed his father as head of the Eisenstein Metalurgy corporation(Controlling several mines and foundries), it did mean he had quite the carefree youth. He received good education from a personal teacher. He was a curious lad wanting to know about the world, distant places and their languages and most important of all magic, it intrigued him. He himself was unaware of his magical powers back then. In the time he didn't study he looked after with his two younger sisters and one younger brother, or he practiced fencing with his older brother. By the age of twenty he had learned his magical potential and he was taking his younger sister for a stroll, a few members of a dark guild intended to capture either of them for ransom. Conrad at first only relied on his fencing to help him defeat two of the mages but the others learned they had underestimated their target. Conrad used whatever magic he had learned. And in doing so he took out another one with difficulty. He then however used Darkness which caused the last two to flee in terror soon after. However the spell had affected Conrad and the experience was far from pleasant, it terrified him. After having recovered he spoke to his teacher about a mage guild being pointed in the direction of Divine Rose. Magic Type Used: Dark Écriture Main Spells/Abilities for Said Magic: - Reflect, by writing runes in thin air it can reflect projectiles back. - Darkness, by writing runes on himself Conrad half turns into a demonic creature being able to use Darkness Breath and Darkness Flare Bomb and boosts his strength. - Absolute Shadow, by writing runes on himself Conrad gets clad into black armour boosting his speed and can create a lightning ball in his hands to use in melee. - Destruction, by slashing the target, Conrad writes runes on his enemy enhancing the damage of the slash. Taboos/Weakness for Said Magic: - He has to be able to write, with either finger or using his rapier as stylus. - For Dark écriture destruction, Conrad has to be able to hit his opponent, with either rapier or his hand. - Using Darkness results in the darkness affecting Conrad, affecting his personality and his mind. Prolonged use of the spell causes hallucinations and night terrors. - While using Absolute Shadow Conrad gets tired faster and if the armour is breached then spell breaks. Magic Item(s)?: A finely crafted Rapier. Other: -Conrad's Guild Mark is located on the back of his right hand. -Has learned Lakoda's sign language because it was funny, Maka
Time seemed to slow down before the King spoke. If the King said no then it would be a no. He'd resign himself to the decision and carry on the way he did, fighting for his King. It was his duty as a knight to serve his king after all and it was just an opportunity that was missed nothing major. In those moments the King contemplated the decision Boreas thought about the risk he put the Kingdom in by leaving. Sure there were others who could fill in for him but it would be better to have both him and them around. Here was hoping his request wasn't going to weaken the kingdom too much. When the King gave him permission he bowed his head once more. "Thank you, your majesty." Boreas said, getting to his feet. Boreas had asked the Keyblade master if they needed to go anywhere specific or whether their first priority was getting out of there immediately not caring where they ended up. She told him where they were headed and how they ought to get there. Boreas created the portal to their destination. As Atmos summoned her weapon, Boreas could feel the other guards in the room tense up. He himself quickly drew out his keyblade with a flick of his wrist and assumed a stance. Her lack of action with the weapon put him a little more at ease, but she should have known summoning a weapon in the presence of a King would lead to this. He heard the King ell everyone to stand down and on his orders Boreas made his blade disappear and gestured to the portal for her to go through first. After Atmos went through the portal he took one last look around the room before stepping through himself, the portal closing behind him.
Today didn't exactly go as expected, he figured it would have been a patrol, perhaps a battle or a skirmish and by the end of it he'd be back. He never anticipated they would run into this off-worlder. The arrest had been swift and they had escorted her back to the castle. Boreas simply listened as the King gave the woman who apparantly was a keyblade master a history lesson. It was a story he too had been told years ago. He knew it well, the war the light had started but before the killing blow was dealt they stayed their hands for the greater good. The King had made a deal with this keyblade master from the realm of light. It was only fair after they required their help that they asked something in return. However the deal made caught his attention, even while standing on guard. She was to retrieve his nephew and return him. Boreas already knew who this person was before the king had even uttered his name. Boreas stepped forward as the King named him. He was clad in black armour and a black cloak like everyone in the room save for the Keyblade Master. His armour was slightly different from those around him overlapping bands of black metal ringed around his body with rounded plates on the joints. His helmet being his distinguishing feature with it's wings that were aligned backwards. The armour had obvious signs of use with dents, scratches The knight kneeled before the king and when the king gave him permission to speak he looked up. The king had said he was to send her home and the implication was there that he was to return. "My King, I am to escort the Keyblademaster back to her own realm. I request permission to aide her in the task you have given. her in the retrieval of your nephew. I realise that what I am asking is a lot at a very inopportune time. But perhaps we have more chance of succes to return your nephew to the fold if one of our own spoke to him. I would ask at most 2 months to accomplish this task, and return even if I failed to locate him." Boreas said with respect for the king. He didn't hope too much, there was a war on and well he was needed her as well. He didn't think the keyblade master was unable to accomplish the task set for her. She was a keyblade master, after all but whether she would be able to return torrin to them. He knew why he had left, a few years ago. He wasn't even sure if the man was out there alive and well but he had confidence in his abilities. He remembered that during training Torrin generally bested him, and he knew that the man wouldn't go out without a fight atleast. He remained kneeling in front of his king, the king he had served loyally after completion of his training. He had made no requests before always did exactly as asked of him. He hoped that his loyalty and work were going to pay themselves off now.
Name: Boreas Thessalian Age: 23 Gender: Male Appearance: Boreas himself Keyblade:Silver Wind Homeworld: Realm of Darkness Master: Errin Personality: Loyal, courageous, a bit hot-headed and judgemental. Other: Knows Torrin
Dubhán rejoined his temporary team as they had slain the final Grimm, the count had been off, he had seen they had missed one but had been unable to act in time to stop it from attacking Lloyd, although the team leader was able to get out of harms way without problem, dispatching it quickly afterwards. He stood with the team but still away enough to indicate he wasn't a true part of the team. He would work with them yes, but he wasn't a part of their team. While some would disagree with his them and us comparison, it was true while they all fought on the same side huntsmen fought in their own teams. He was fine with whatever assignments he got, be they on his own or as part of a team. As the team jogged back to Qrow and Glynda, Dubhán brought up the rear keeping an eye out for any more stray grimm. As they arrived he remained wary of his surroundings. Glynda was asking whether everyone was alright. While he himself had been attacked by a beowulf it would take more than that to keep him down. The others seemed to be in similar situations as his as he scanned the group. However he was caught unawares by the Ursa that grabbed both Aryan and Auburn. He still had his weapons in hands and set off after them. He was however unable to catch up with the Ursa before shots rained down from the rooftop and a woman slaughtered the Ursa with ease, leaving Dubhán staring for a moment in awe. Such ruthless power. Her attire reminded him more of a bandit than anything like a huntress. He kept his short bladed weapons in hand as the woman and Qrow spoke. Dubhán added the name Noire to the face in his mind. Although he felt like her other words were wasted breaths. The woman had come out of nowhere and while she helped them and Qrow apparantly expecting them, he was a little uneasy because of her reminding him of bandits. He wasn't the only wary person here, as expected of another man outside of the Kingdoms Lloyd too was wary, understandable given the circumstances with the woman aiming a gun at Qrow's head. Dubhán simply stalked towards her back, should it be necessary they should attack like a wolfpack, strike where she couldn't protect. He shot a questioning glare at Lloyd wondering what he thought he was doing, sure he had a point but still not a good idea to piss someone like that off. He had seen the raw power the woman had but he figured in a concerted effort on all their part they might stand a chance should it be necessary.
Ulrich had stretched his legs enough to get the effects of the poor decision on his part to let the construct sit in the front seat out of his system. He thought for a moment he himself had never really had too much of a problem with tiring his clockwork arm. When he first got it it took a bit of getting used to the weight being carried by the shoulder itself instead of the muscles in the arm helping with it. But that complaint had been resolved relatively soon after he got used to having the mechanical arm. Something that never truly went away was the phantom itch even if it occured less these days. Either way he hadn't had any complaints of the arm requiring room like his legs and assumed the construct probably didn't need to either, it hadn't been too far a drive luckily and with the walk up the driveway it was no problem other than making Ulrich feel a little stupid, perhaps his struggle with the paperwork had dulled his senses a little for the day. The construct came to the conclusion that they were going to investigate Miss Harbrook's bedroom, it was a decent enough place to start. Lynda seemed to agree and then threw a big question in the open. It was the one they were here to really answer to test the theory Sergeant Crowne had provided. Well that and to find leads to other parts of the story like the Hirokiri mage. The answer to Lynda's question regarding the brother of Miss Harbrook didn't rule out their involvement even if they had been away for three weeks already. This could have all been planned with the trip being a diversion to give an alibi, the problem with it was it would make an even wilder theory and proving it would be hard. With Lynda going to question the staff and the construct going for the investigation of the bedroom that left him with the option to accompany either. Ulrich contemplated the decision for a moment. Lynda would be fine on her own and while Ulrich wasn't too certain regarding the construct, Lynda's assurances were enough for him, he wasn't going to question her in that regard, the two had known each other in the past, it was a good thing the construct was there allowing them to cover more of the mansion between the three of them. With Lynda questioning the servants and Aspire going for Miss Harbrook's bedroom, Ulrich figured he'd go elsewhere and turned to a servant. "Could you please show me Lady Harbrook's office or workplace at home if such a place exists within this building?" Ulrich asked politely. It might be that there are notes there or a diary over the last few days which might help. Either way it was worth a shot to check the place, if it yielded nothing then he would check with Aspire to see if the construct could use a hand with things.
Keeping his guard up had been a good idea, although the counter attack hadn't come from the Beowulf he had wounded the moment before and he was blind sided by another Beowulf the claws of the beast clawing at his sides. With a quick counter in the form of a slash at the creatures head to make it back off followed by a feint and another slash Dubhán had given himself enough room so he could get back to what he wanted to do which was finishing off the Beowulf he had hurt earlier. Whatever he had suffered himself didn't seem to bad and by no means taking him out of the fight, they'd have to do better than that to take him out. He knew he had a few bullets for the revolvers built into his goloks so he could keep his distance while still dealing with the Grimm, but his blades would make short work of the Beowulves, it'd be better to save his ammunition for when his blades wouldn't do with his opponents. The young students set off again stabbing the first wounded beowulf, quickly following up with a diagonal slash as he retracted his first blade. He spun both blades forwards giving them more momentum as he brough both down onto the Grimm, which collapsed in front of him and didn't get back up. He glanced around, they had thinned the herd significantly now and it wouldn't be long before all would be slain. He knew however that this might not be the last they saw of the Grimm today. Dubhán HP: 12/15 Beowulves total remaining: 4 Beowulf 4: 2/4BP Kills: 2 Beowulves Ammunition: 3 Bullets
The team leader explained that like him he was from outside of the kingdoms from a town called Lavender. He caught the nostalgia hidden in the voice. Dubhán understood like no other. He missed his home town, it was nice and quiet. There was a price to pay for that life though, one paid in blood. "South for me. Town called Amaranth." Dubhán said, he had heard of Lavender it wasn't too terribly far removed from Amaranth but that didn't mean Lloyd had heard of the village. Their own village lay just beyond one of the mountain passes that lead into Vale functioning a little like a gateway to guard the entry. Dubhán had just taken a bite out of his roast lamb and another sip of his ale when Qrow burst in telling them to break up the meeting. Dubhán drained his mug in a quick fashion grabbed the piece of roast lamb and left the inn complying with orders. After a good rest he woke up early and they all mustered outside. Glynda gave him and another bloke specific instructions that they were to attach themselves to the other teams. He was joining team LAVA, a good thing that he had gotten himself acquainted if one could even call the short introduction the other night that got cut short. They were to go out and fight the Grimm, in the middle of one of the Kingdoms? They were supposed to do the defence? He had been proven wrong before that the centralized nature of the kingdoms and being better organized than the villages but it seemed to be the same where ever one was in this world. When Lloyd handed out the bottles of medicine he took his and secured them in the satchel hanging by his side. He unsheated his blades and followed their lead. The Ursine Grimm was slain quickly by the combined effort of Vice, Aalis, who now wasn't glowing blue anymore and Lloyd there were however still quite a number of Beowulves left. The faunas and Aalis were having a friendly wager as to who could slay more grimm as if it were a game to them. He understood competition but this wasn't the best time for it. Arian slew the one Lloyd had weakened and slaying one of his own. Dubhán considered spreading his effort out among the six remaining Beowulves but he knew it was better to just cut down their numbers as quickly as possible. Dubhán charged forwards a blade in each hand, leaped up, retracted his legs a little keeping his blades lower than his feet intending to use his full force to drive the blades down into the beast. Then as his feet hit the beowulf he pushed off drawing the blades from it's body, leaping back next to it, the initial reckless attack stunned the creature enough for Dubhán to follow up with a combination of slashes into it's sides, whirling around as he chained a quick trio of slashes against the beast, slaying it. He stopped his spin by sliding his foot backwards and pushing back off heading for the next Beowulf running along the left hand side of it's head and just before being along side it he feinted with his right hand weapon to distract the beowulf and then whirled once more bringing his left handed blade into the side of the Grimm's head creating a deep gash. He fully intended to finish it off as he stopped his spin again and kept his guard up, scarf billowing behind him in the wind. Dubhán health: 15/15 Beowulves remaining: 5 Beowulf: 3/4
The teamleader didn't seem to be too thrilled with Dubhán's answer. He had given the information requested from him and that was that. Lloyd didn't make any additional inquiries to him. He wasn't that curious about him then instead engaging some bloke named Blaine in conversation asking how the bloke was doing. He caught the glance from the team leader but wasn't sure what he saw in it. It didn't matter as the man wasn't going to talk to him, and as far as he knew he wasn't part of their team anyways, sure they were in this together, and were to work together on this mission but he still felt he could only rely on himself, if everyone did then no time would be lost supporting those who couldn't do their part. He had made up his mind as to what he wanted to eat and he would join in with the ale, partaking in the ritual. The faunus mentioned something about using money why he had it so it was fine to use it, Dubhán could find himself in that sentiment, after all that was why he was here, to make use of the offer while it was still out. Just before he wanted to order Aryan told him to order cause it was on him. Dubhán was mildly annoyed at being reminded he had listened to the bloke in the hallway and the reminder was just unnecessary. He had understood what had been said and didn't need a reminder. It wasn't too bad just a minor annoyance at the wasted energy in communication. He didn't show it though, he walked up to the bartender. "I'd like to order a roast leg of lamb and an ale as well." Dubhán said, it was the bare minimum in his eyes, the conversation purely functional. The faunas sat down at a table, Dubhán took his own ale from the bartender, gave the barkeep a polite nod and joined at the table. The faunas asked him to talk something about himself. Dubhán thought for a moment, there wasn't too much to tell really, just a kid from a village outside of the kingdoms. He snorted at the remark about Lloyd, it was clear that the faunas was too observant. After taking a sip from his ale which tasted different from what he had had before, he didn't think this one was better than what he had, it was slightly worse in his opinion but that could be the bias or a little home sickness talking. He collected his thoughts and looked at Arian. "To my knowledge I'm a solo operative, I hail from outside the kingdoms. There's nothing remarkable about me, just a kid who came to Beacon to train as a huntsman." Dubhán said. He considered explaining how he got here, before they did while none of the other students were here. It wasn't anything too important in his eyes. Arian asked no one in particular wondering what they thought the other students were doing. The answer was fairly simple in his eyes, it had been a long day they were resting, like they all ought to. "Resting." Dubhán said shortly as an answer to Arian's question, yawning afterwards. He'd probably retire to his own bed shortly after he had his meal.
Veceslav was meditating, while it wasn't as easy to do as he normally would it helped passing the time. While he meditated he kept half an eye on what was happening outside of his cell. He heard the footsteps approach down the hallway, before the man entered the cell. He eyed the man up and down judging from the toolbelt the man was a torturer. Veceslav showed a quick smile on his face. Oh this was just too good to be true wasn't it. They were going to take full advantage of this opportunity to torment a witcher that saved their city from a damn sea serpent. He doubted this was any form of standard procedure for criminals. The man in front of him told him he crossed the delicate balance of peace. Clearly this man never got outside of his office or house. "You clearly don't know what you are on about, between the Nilfgaardians across the Pontar and the raiders from Skellige blockading your port attacking your city with a sea serpent I wouldn't exactly call it peace time. Not that that matters to you, because whatever I'll be saying are lies. Figured that one of the most populous cities in the North would be a bit more civilized than sending such shining examples of justice and the law as yourself on naught more than a common criminal." Veceslav said with a little venom in his voice. "If you want information what happened to a normal interrogation and conversation. Clearly common sense has long been abandoned in this city, those guards wouldn't have stood a fighting chance if I had drawn my blade and now after I let myself be taken away, beating by those lousy dogs you intend to torture me? You can go straight to Poviss." Near the end Veceslav's voice had been raised and he was venting some of the anger he was saving on those valiant defenders of public order.
Dubhán followed Arian and Aalis without a word on either himself or on Aalis glowing blue. He felt a little bit uneasy not having his weapons with him but he kept reminding himself of the fact that he was in one of the Kingdoms, security was centralized and not as much a concern of the common people. Even when in the back of his mind the information from today was slowly withering away that certainty with the guardians presumably lost. Even as he was going over all these things he heard someone walk up and join them. Dubhán looked at the person for a moment and realized it was the man whom had offered that his door was open if anyone needed to talk, this was going to be just great. Although he might actually pick up a name of someone here now. It didn't take long for the new bloke to start talking, starting with a remark on the girl's curious little condition. While it did ruin the amusing part of it pretending that nothing was wrong, it did provide him with the girl's name. And then came the part he had been expecting, at the very least there weren't too many people around to talk with some it didn't seem like there was going to be an aweful lot more waiting for him. Thankfully the situation provided names with all the faces present before he was to give his. Dubhán did still think the man wasted too many words on it, making the right assumption that his other two teammates hadn't intoduced themselves and rambling on before he got to answer, not that the outcome would have been any different, but it still seemed like a little bit of a waste of energy to him. When asked what his name was Dubhán just looked at Lloyd and finished his sentence. "Dubhán." He spoke clearly and without hesitation. He looked over to the person who Lloyd named Arian when the faunas turned and took a shot at his own team leader. Dubhán couldn't surpress the smirk that the remark brought forth. Making the assumption that this team had known each other long enough to form a team at that meant they at the very least knew each other better and Dubhán made the mental note to mark Lloyd as the brooding sort, nothing wrong with it but still worthy of atleast a little note. After that Arian went to the bar requesting an ale with another person joining them questioning that decision. Drinking with comrades was part of life, Dubhán had observed the ritual plenty of times and had partaken in it himself a little bit as they had succesfully defended the village. Dubhán just took a moment to check what sort of food they had and making up his mind whether he would join Arian in the ritual.
Ulrich's bargain with himself to get as much done as he possibly could to try and catch up with all the paperwork, was a lot easier said than done. It was a lot more of a mental battle to stay focused on the task at hand. He tried several things, like closing his door to reduce the noise from the hallways and the rest of the building, taking short breaks and a breath of fresh air to regain his focus, stopping with all the coffee and just switching to cool water. In the end the constable had finished a decent number of files, not nearly as many as someone else who had less of a dislike for the paperwork. At the end Ulrich however was pleased with the progress he had made, one of the stacks was now completely gone and he had made a start at another one, clearing some room on his oaken desk. Nearing the end of the afternoon he delivered the completed files to the superiors that he was deployed under during the specific cases, most of them were just regular reports while atleast two of them were Special Operations reports. Before they left for the Harbrook manor, Lynda had informed him of Jebediah's findings, it seemed they had a suspect even if the evidence linking him to the crime seemed flimsy, it was a start and it seemed to fit the narrative. It was a good start to have a suspect now, Ulrich wondered how Lucian had fared this afternoon as Jebediah and presumably him had acquired this information. The same golem from the Plaza had joined them on the way to the Harbrook Manor, he didn't question Lynda's judgement in letting the Golem go along on this investigation and it might prove usefull too. During the drive in the police car Ulrich indulged in some conversation with the construct to distract himself from the nauseating car ride, giving the construct the front seat to sit in and putting himself in the rear had been a mistake, his train of thought had been that because the construct had been bigger than him it might be more comfortable in the front seat as it had a little more room, completely forgetting that as an artificial construct it might not necessarily understand the concept of comfort. Finally the car had stopped and Ulrich admired the orange glow in the sky from between the columns of smoke and the reflection of it in the river. It was a lovely evening and Ulrich just took it in for a moment before following Lynda up the meandering Harbrook driveway. The grounds were gorgeous in the even light and very well maintained. The whole grounds had an air of tranquility about them away from the business of the city. As they neared the door, Ulrich stopped with the admiration of the surroundings and started to focus on the task at hand. As Lynda introduced him he silently nodded and he couldn't surpress a smile when the staff reluctantly opened the door to let them in after the permit was waved around. "Alright Ma'am, where shall we start?" Ulrich asked Lynda.
As Dubhán retreated to the quarters with the other students, he didn't feel at ease too much, these were all new people and with that came certain expectations. Luckily for Dubhán as they were lead towards their rooms the other students weren't too curious about his being there waiting for them. Glynda hadn't introduced him and he hadn't bothered to do so yet either. It wasn't like he was the only one who wasn't being very talkative. Save for another guy who said that if anyone wanted to come by and talk then his door would be wide open. Was he some sort of councillor? Dubhán highly doubted it given his age, perhaps he was a teamleader. Either way Dubhán felt no inclination to go and talk to the man, there was nothing he wanted to talk about, well that wasn't entirely true, a name would be nice to know but that could wait. Dubhán retreated to his chambers and lay on his bed thinking about everything that happened today, the evacuation from school, he had thought that here in the Kingdoms such emergency situations wouldn't happen in the same way they did back home, between bandits and the grimm that followed in their wake that warranted the entire village to be on alert, everyone doing their part. He had expected that the security within the Kingdom would have been better prepared to deal with such things. Luckily Dubhán had experience with emergencies and helped out a few other students to the shuttles before Glynda had requested his help. He was busy unstrapping his weapons from his sides when he heard someone going down the hallway saying fairly loudly they'd pay for food and while Dubhán knew it wasn't the best thing to do to eat before sleeping, he was rather hungry after such a long and strange day. Figuring that for just one day it didn't matter too much, he left his room following the guy that had been yelling at this hour. It turned out he wasn't the only one interested in the offer that had been made, a free meal wasn't something that Dubhán was going to pass up. And while it was another person who might want to make conversation, it might also help distract the generous benefactor from him. He noticed that this benefactor had a fluffy tail and a pair of canine ears, he couldn't remember when the last time was he had seen a faunus. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Perhaps he had been a little too lost in thoughts to notice it. As he joined them silently he just listened to what they were saying, after the girl sneezed and then franticly looked around he just observed, it looked extremely odd to him. Was there something wrong with this girl? It also didn't escape him that after sneezing the girl started to glow with a blue light. This wasn't some sort of sickness he knew of, not that that meant all that much, but he still found it odd the girl had been acting so strangely. Was this perhaps some kind of magic? Dust being used in an extremely weird way? A smile played up on Dubhán's lips as the girl said that nothing strange had happened, clearly oblivious of the fact that she was glowing blue. It amused him, but he didn't say anything about it. He was really just here for the food and to atleast get a name from someone for practicality's sake, after all they could be his teammates.
Ulrich smiled slightly at Lynda's comment regarding the paperwork, he looked at several stacks of it. "Alright thank you, ma'am, I'll get to it..." he said, the last part not too enthousiasticly. Over the course of his carreer he had grown less and less fond of paper work, finding it hard to maintain his attention on the work at hand while sitting in his office on his own while outside of his office, personnel was going about their jobs. It made him easily lose focus during the boring work of filling out papers about much more interesting events, the mysteries that they were confronted with in the field, the excitement of piece by piece completing the puzzle that they were provided and of course the adrenaline rush of special operations deployments. Compared to those things it was hard to do such dull uninteresting work as filling out paperwork, no matter how important it was. It had been proven just a moment ago when he had spent his time sifting through the old case files. Lynda had left his office in a visibly better mood than when she had arrived, she probably just had to blow of some steam, get the frustration of dealing with the Lord-Marshall out. He was glad her mood had improved, made it easier for everyone while working. He looked at the stacks of paper again, staring them down waiting for someone to blink first and he did, he checked the contents of his coffee cup, the slightly creamy contents having gone cold. It was the last bit left in the cup, but Ulrich disliked cold coffee more than he did paperwork. It helped him maintain his focus and drown out the noise of the headquarters. While he already had several cups that day, he figured atleast another one or two couldn't hurt. After all Lynda had implied some evening work and there was no way of knowing what time he was going to get home. He picked up the cup and left his office yet another time for a fresh cup of coffee. On his way to the glorious invention that helped him so much, he noticed Andrew, an older constable who lived a little ways down the street from him. Ulrich waved to him which resulted in a joking remark about Ulrich's coffee consumption making a dent in the budget and they each went on their way. Coming back in his office the light reflected of the glass pane in the picture frame on the wall behind his chair, the frame contained his certificate of passing the special operations training and being accepted into the ranks of the special operations team. It was the one thing he was most proud of achieving, even after the job cost him his lower right arm to be replaced by the clockwork rifle. He sat down behind his desk, taking a file from the stack and read the first line and started remembering the details of the case of the Clock Tower stabbings to fill out his report. While it was a paperwork day, at the end of it was the promise of fieldwork, which made him more inclined to get paperwork done, bargaining with himself to get as much done as he could now and be rewarded with the fieldwork he so desired.
Dubhán stood at Glynda's side as the transport plane set down on the landing pad. His scarf billowing behind him as the rush of air from the jet engines hit him. He was still a little confused as to why he was here, he had only arrived at Beacon that day, only to shortly after be shipped out again because of an emergency evacuation. On his way to the designated transport the lady he stood beside had picked him out of the crowd for some reason he couldn't even fathom to accompany her. On their way here she explained what was going on, atleast as far as she could tell. He was to go ahead with her and make some preparations for the arrival of the headmaster, a teacher and a few other students. As the people disembarked he just familiarised himself with each of their faces, even if he had no names to go with them just yet. As they sat down in the inn, Dubhán took the seat at Glynda's right hand, it was a conscious choice, that way there was the one familiar person in this gathering next to him and well she had chosen him as a sort of right hand. The young lad listened attentively to what Glynda was saying, eventhough he had heard it before as she explained these things on the way here. However new information was shared as more was learned, the thought of a spell that gave full control of the target terrified him deeply. In his eyes a man was responsible for their actions and the outcome of them, not being able to control one's own actions was an afront to their existence. As Dubhán listened to the apology for how peculiar the day had been. Arriving at Beacon, something he had worked hard for, then within the same day leaving understrange circumstances. Being chosen to help on some very weird mission to save the entirety of Remnant. Glynda had already explained they couldn't pull full fledged huntsmen as they were all needed to protect humanity from the Grimm, what he didn't understand was why first-year students were picked, not even students yet at that. And why he specificly had been chosen to go along with Glynda was a complete mystery to him. He hadn't been the best of his class at Signal, if it had to do with his origin lying outside one of the Kingdoms it was odd too at a place like Beacon he couldn't be the only one from outside the established Kingdoms. He didn't have some impressive legacy to uphold, he was just the kid of a hunter in some backwater town, striving to be a Huntsman. As the innkeeper escorted the group out to their rooms, he walked along, his blades at his sides, today hadn't been at all what he had expected of his first day at Beacon and it was a whole lot to take in for someone like himself and he was glad that he could rest.
The City guard had dragged him off to the prison, after tooking some liberties during their duties of locking him up. The dull ache of their beating remained as they boasted they were the greatest of warriors for the glorious capture of a witcher. Of course leaving out the fact that the witcher in question went along voluntarily. They had stripped off his armour and left him in his pants, his arms cuffed to a wooden beam above his head and took their turns beating the witcher. Taunting him, asking him where his fancy sword tricks were now and claiming that a witcher's skills were exaggerated. Both of them knew that in a straight up fight he would beat any of them. But this was the City Guard, people walking tall but when the monsters come knocking, they don't answer the door. The Older witcher was boiling with rage on the inside, he should have known better than to just go along, expecting the guard to atleast act civilized if he acted like it too, this didn't help against the freezing cold within the cell. He was freezing and bruised while the guard outside the cell was doing fisstech. He didn't know how long he was going to get stuck in this hellhole, undoubtedly the guards who captured him would come back for some more entertainment. They had taken pre-cautions to make sure their glorious prize wouldn't escape. They'd better pray to Melitelle that he wouldn't get free because he would have some debts to collect. Like the hunter he was he would await his opportunity to strike. He was faster than these guys, more skilled in the art of combat too. He was going to need his swords and wasn't going to leave without taking his things back. He watched the guard outside his cell, the man was too busy with his standard 'work' routine to pay any attention to him, ueful for later. Now he'd just have to wait for the opportunity to see how tough these tough guards are.
He had already resigned himself to the prospect of a dull day at the desk, wrangling paperwork and sifting through old files while fighting to maintain enough attention to actually pick something up from the dull materia when Lynda told him that today wasn't going to be such a day. He was overjoyed to be told that he wouldn't have to sift through the constabulary's own archives and was in a visibly better mood having received this news. "Ma'am you don't know half of it." Ulrich replied with a grin on his face. Ulrich thought for a moment about the choice that was lain in front of him. While the Steiner institute might provide some more concrete answers as to how the blood was acquired or if there was a potential condition to be exploited in Miss Harbrook's case. However her mansion would widen their search and provide them with other answers. Ulrich figured it'd be better to cast the net wide on this one. "Ma'am, I think it would be better to go for the mansion, it has a chance of yielding those records and perhaps I could ask around whether there has been a Hirokiri around, if it seems like a reasonable conclusion to you that the suspect is most likely of Hirokiri origin or has ties with them, I mean the evidence seems to point at the use of the forbidden arts, so it would make a Hirokiri suspect a lot more likely." Ulrich said motivating his choice. Another small part of his motivation was that most likely he wouldn't have to sift through medical records, but both of them knew he wouldn't have to mention that little bit, either option could yield progress in this investigation and solving this case might help a little with the sore reputation of the constabulary.
As he spoke Ulrich he noticed that Lynda seemed to calm down, a very good thing. He didn't want to think of what would have happened if he hadn't found anything and she would have been in the same terrible mood. If they were going to leave the field work to Lucian and Sergeant Crowne, then that meant probably more desk work for himself. And while he did think Crowne was a good constable, he wasn't as fond of this critical task being left to the likes of Lucian. Maybe he was just looking for an excuse to get out of the office and into the field, but he wasn't too confident in the man's abilities unless he was being supervised by Lynda herself. Despite the moments of clarity and good observations he made, those moments didn't make up for the less excellent behaviour. When Lynda brought up the blood sample he started thinking. It could have been retrieved under force, perhaps under the spell before the ritual. "It might have been involuntary. This is definitely worth looking into. Would medical records be worthwhile to look into, Ma'am?" It might be a decent place to start, see if recently she was being treated for something. Or whether there was an abnormality in her that could be exploited to acquire her blood. He felt that today wasn't going to be his favourite kind of workday, but he knew resisting it was pointless and if he could keep busy atleast the time would pass by a little bit quicker. The coffee maker was going to work overtime today and it wasn't really his problem, if they expected him to perform a dull desk job then they shouldn't be too hard on him for requiring a little bit extra help to stay awake and do his job.
