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Dimiri let out a soft sigh in relief that the young maiden lying on the street seemed to be alright, or at least not in immediate danger. When she brought his attention to the slight trickles of blood running down the side of his leg. The Requpi mage’s light blue eyes widened in surprise that he had been injured. How had he not noticed that wound? Thankfully, before the viscous red liquid could continue to drip down and stain his clothes, the girl began to bind his wound with a piece of cloth. What a wonderful young lady!
Using the most of his charisma and the charming techniques his guild had taught him, Dimitri gave the young woman a kind smile. “Why thank you! It seems almost a crime for someone to be so beautiful and so kind. I’m sorry to have inconvenienced you so. Why were you lying there?”
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Manticore scowled with a small frown on her face, feeling an enormous measure of frustration at her protege, “You’re being rude to your guest, Leon.” Really, what kind of manners were they teaching these kids nowadays? She took the moment to roll her eyes before deciding that the detective was far too jumpy to tolerate her jumping onto his shoulder. The obvious fear and panic in his voice was incredibly unbecoming when dealing with anyone, let alone a potential ally. “I apologize for the detective’s behavior, he seems to be a bit overwhelmed. I suppose I should have used a gentler touch with him…”
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Dimitri mentally grumbled to himself as he walked down the city streets, using up his reserve of inner patience to keep a polite, charming smile on his face. For some unknown reason, one of the S-rank mages in his guild had demanded a cake, and only one from this particular store in this city would do. As the junior member of the Blue Pegasus guild, the task fell onto him. Of course, his magic ability might have also played a hand in landing him this job. Just because I can carry more stuff doesn’t mean I should be getting stuck with running all the errands, he thought to himself as he pulled out a list from his pants pocket and checked off yet another task. The rich, red-velvet cake with the dark chocolate frosting would be safe in his pocket dimension for a few hours at least.
“Somehow, I thought being a Requip Mage would be more exciting,” Dimitri muttered softly. He knew full well that he still needed a bit of training to be a help and not a hindrance in the thick of battle, but surely his time would be better spent training instead of wearing down the soles of his dashingly fashionable dress shoes. The young mage gave a slightly overly dramatic sigh at his unfortunate circumstances. I better get paid for buying this cake.
Looking around to see whether there was a bench or a cute cafe to sit and rest at, he noticed the figure of a girl with long dark hair and ripped at the knee jeans lying slumped over against a wall. The young mage startled and gave her a look of worry for the lady’s safety. Even in the daytime, it was never safe for a young woman to just fall asleep completely defenseless like that. Dimitri cautiously approached, trying to see whether she was simply asleep and possibly homeless or injured and in need of help. She seemed passed out, not asleep so he ventured a little closer.
“Miss? Miss? Are you okay? It’s really not safe to sleep here, you know…”
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((Umn, shouldn’t we have this in the RP thread??))
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Name: “Starry Night” Dimitri Harbeck
Guild: Blue Pegasus
Guild Mark location: left side of his chest just under his collarbone
Guild Mark Color: Light blue
Height: 5’7″
Age: 17
Appearance: Dimitri possesses fair skin and long platinum blonde hair which reaches down to his waist, but is occasionally tied in a ponytail if he is concerned about getting it caught on something. His eyes are a very light blue color. His default face is a polite smile with a twinkle in those eyes. Due to his relatively medium height and lithe frame it is very easy to mistake him for a girl from behind, and a little less easy from the front.
Clothing: He changes his clothes cycling through a new outfit every two days, but will generally wear something in a pastel blue color. Either a light blue hoodie and dark pants when he’s being casual or if he anticipates being seen in the town or during an outing, he’ll wear a light blue blazer with a brown vest and matching brown pants.
Dimitri’s magic also allows him to summon blue and silver plate armor for combat purposes.
Magic: Requip
Weapon(s): Dimitri specializes in polearms, but also has a chain whip, meteor hammer, and a boomerang.
Abilities:
Can store multiple objects in a pocket dimension and summon them when needed through magic.
Dimitri is proficient with all of his weapons but specializes using polearms, and so is quite good with them. He can use a spell to channel his magic energy into an attack with one of his polearms for a highly offensive attack.
Currently, only two polearms at a time can be telekinetically controlled, but he would like to train and be able to manipulate more at once.
Personality: He is pretty friendly and usually very polite but full of himself and easily offended. Flamboyant and mischievous, he delights in practical jokes and getting people in trouble but has a strong sense of wrong from right and can manage to be serious when in a dire situation. He’s also incredibly vain and enjoys dancing, having a good time and being pampered as much as practicing magic. Of course, being a recruit for Blue Pegasus, he’s a dreadful flirt.
Background: A recent recruit to the Blue Pegasus guild after initially getting mistaken as a beautiful young woman, Dimitri has since rolled with the confusion and delights in belonging to a guild known for their gorgeous members. Of course, his fellow guild members know his real gender and have decided that it adds to his…unusual charm. He believes that people doing what they love and striving to become the very best they can are the most beautiful, and trains hard to both bring honor to his guild and to fully bloom into the gorgeous creature he knows he can become.
Extra: Always has a flower tucked in somewhere in case he needs to give it to someone.
When he’s laying the charm down especially thick, if flowers were to appear in the background, they would be white jasmine flowers.
Theme:Cantarella (Viola Instrumental)
Battle Theme: Dr. Wily’s Castle (Violin Instrumental) -
Manticore raised an eyebrow, a little surprised since it seemed like Bell’uomo had been in such a rush to get away and avoid pursuit just moments before. The Arcobaleno covered her surprise quickly and then nodded. “I suppose I should. This is very important, so listen up.” The young girl leaped up onto the kitchen counter so she could be at eye level with Leon. “Everyone is driven by a different kind of resolve, or purpose in life. We call these “Dying Will Flames” and the stronger the person’s will then the purer the flame. Only a select few can see these flames, and even less can use them without intense training”
At a flick of her wrist, an indigo fog-like flame burned and flickered in Manticore’s outstretched palm. “This is an example of one of the many types of Dying Will Flames a person can have. There are a large variety but the seven you are most likely to come across are: Sky, Storm, Rain, Sun, Lightning, Cloud and Mist. The flame you see before you is a Mist flame.”
She paused to make sure he was continuing to pay attention and then elaborated, “All of the flames have a different ability which goes along with it. Mist’s ability is Construction, and it primarily used by illusionists to make more material illusions. That doppleganger you saw was just a simple illusion trick, but Mist flames would allow for more complicated illusions. I am here to find out and train you in your particular type of Dying Will Flame and give you a ring. Most people require a special ring to channel their resolve into a physical flame.”
At that point, the detective left to go to the bathroom, and Manticore heard the thud against the door and looked up and expectantly at Leon as he exited the room. “It’s your apartment,” she responded.
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Manticore chuckled at the confusion the poor detective showed at her trick: he really would need to get used to illusions if he were to deal with the Mafia. She was grateful that he had ripped the laundry basket off, since it was more than annoying to be trapped underneath there.
Since he was busy making the necessary arrangements, she decided to fill him in on the flame types in the car since she was definitely keeping Leon. His reactions were just too funny even if he did have the lack of common sense to speak so sarcastically to the head of a mafia family. Still, the young illusionist decided to patiently wait for Leon to finish with his phone call since he had at least given her that luxury.
In the meantime, Manticore dispelled the illusion surrounding Carmen so that the image of the second little girl was replaced by the form of her pangolin companion. The mist flame user gave the scaly animal a compassionate scratch underneath some of the armor plates and made sure to politely occupy her time elsewhere so as not to eavesdrop.
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[color color= #9900FF] Manticore frowned at the fatalistic tone of the mafia boss as he said his farewells. She really would have to go get that box today, if he was so worried. She’d wrap this training session up quickly, and if Leon passed then maybe she’d take him sight-seeing in D.C or something to see the scene of the crime if that would help him any in the investigation. Having given Leon more than enough time, Manticore formed an illusion Uzi and grabbed onto the doorknob. Carmen squeaked in warning that Leon was lurking just outside the door, which made Manticore smirk. The detective had spirit and brains enough to take her threat seriously, then. Sending Carmen out first just wasn’t her style, so the Arcobaleno decided that it was time to play a mind game with her young protege.
The door opened inward cautiously, the hinges squeaking slightly in protest and revealing for all intents and purposes an empty bathroom. With a soft huff of exertion, the child dropped down from the doorknob onto the floor of the bathroom and took up an Uzi, wielding it with some amount of practiced skill before stepping around from behind the door and exiting the bathroom.
When Leon sprung his trap, Manticore dodged to the left only to bump up against the inner side of the laundry basket and land back on the floor, inside the make-shift little jail cell. The Uzi fell from her grasp and landed quietly on the ground while the edges of the metal laundry basket appeared to slice straight through the dropped illusion weapon.
A moment afterwards, another Manticore stepped out from the bathroom, having hidden in one of the ceiling panels. The Arcobaleno had a pleased smirk on her face as she surveyed the scene before her. A second Uzi lay cradled in her arms, but the child wasn’t pointing the weapon directly at Leon and instead kept it in a resting position. “Well done, it seems you’re taking this seriously. That was a fairly resourceful way to deal with my doppelganger.” The two year old girl trapped under the laundry basket grinned, “Chuu~!!”
Manticore grinned, “The intended target of the attack asked me to take care of some business in Washington D.C, the city where the assassination occurred. It’s clear you can handle yourself quite well. Would you like to come with me or do you have business here?” [/color]
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Logan raised an eyebrow at the appearance of their tour guide. Were those ears and tail part of a costume? He had heard of plenty of girls dressing up like animals, namely foxes and cats, for a variety of reasons. Then again, was there a chance those parts could be real? It was unheard of and crazy to have actual working features like that, and brought in a few interesting questions about her parentage but who was he to talk?
With a shrug, Logan pocketed his PDA and grooved his way over to Artemis, moving in step with the song stuck in his head while his feet glided along the ground in a silent moonwalk. “So what exactly is this place, O’ Tour Guide?”
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[color color=9900FF] Manticore listened intently to the mafia boss’ voice on the other side of the phone. She could tell from the way he resorted to speaking in Italian and his general tone that he was worried about others listening in on their conversation. Unfortunately, while her illusions were enough to trick whoever was listening directly to her, it would be very difficult and nigh impossible to manipulate the perception of those she couldn’t see listening in on the conversation. She was unfamiliar with the name Sicario, but the who did not matter for this conversation. What did matter was whatever this so called “danger” in the west was. That he would contact her with such desperation, tail tucked in between his legs boded ill. It was clear Bell’uomo didn’t have much time, so she resolved to be as quick and brief as possible in case he suddenly had to terminate the call.
“Capisco, Mortelupi. Io recuperare la scatola in casa appena possibile non parliamo mai più, sapere che, a prescindere, io continuerò a cercare l’assassino. … Che non dovrebbe avere succedere.if avete bisogno di qualunque altro favore, basta chiedere.”
I understand, Mortelupi. I will retrieve the box in your home as soon as possible.” She would have to decide what to do with the naive detective she adopted, but that would be another matter. Manticore did not like the idea of leading Leon not only directly up against the mafia and an unknown threat that spooked even Mortelupi if she could help it. It would need looking in to, that’s for certain. “If we never speak again, know that regardless, I will continue to search for the assassin. …That never should have happened.” Bell’uomo commented loudly about the coffee, perhaps to trick any eavesdroppers, but it clued the Arcobaleno that he was getting coffee at an airport. She check video surveillance on the way to Bell’uomo’s home, to monitor the Starbucks cafe in that region and try to detect any malignant person or lurking hitman which might have spooked him. “If you need any other favor, just ask.” [/color]
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[color color=#9900FF] Manticore smirked at the detective’s mistake, “Protege. It remains to be seen whether you’re a prodigy,” but accepted the kind gesture of the blanket. While he went off into his own room, Carmen shape-shifted into a sleeping bag with a soft inside but an exterior of hard scales. The young illusionist clambered in and dozed off into a deep slumber, trusting the pangolin to keep a good lookout for danger. The scaly sleeping bag reflexively curled up to form an intimidating and protective ball on the couch.
The young girl was up early in the morning, taking the time when her student was asleep to plan out a lesson program and to arrange a meeting over Skype with some of the bigwigs from Caribou Coffee using Carmen as a tablet computer. It was about time she bought out these competitors now that Costa Coffee would no longer be interfering in America but continuing its expansion abroad. Plus, she wanted Starbucks to start using those comfy plush chairs and the nice relaxed furniture prevalent in Caribou Coffee shops. She closed her PangoPad and let Carmen return to her natural form. Manticore hopped up to take the runny eggs and toast. The pangolin didn’t need much food compared to a normal animal of her species, but the Arcobaleno resolved to hide some candy or sugary treat in a corner of the apartment when Leon wasn’t looking in hopes of encouraging an ant infestation.
“You have a lot of time to kill today if you’re making eggs,” she commented between mouthfuls. A wicked glint shown in her yellow, predatory eyes. “Is it your day off, or are you skipping work?” She already knew the answer but just wanted to confirm it before his training began in proper.
Really, if Leon had time to look up her on the internet, then he had time to investigate the mafia bosses which might be coming after him. The information online would be limited at best to her escapades as a thief stealing precious valuables from the most powerful of mafia families around the 1950s and disappearing without ever getting caught. She never sold any of the jewelry, most of it was still hiding in her treasure cache, so none of the stolen goods ever resurfaced on the black market although plenty of counterfeits and knock-offs did. Suddenly, the string of robberies ceased and the name of Manticore vanished into obscurity. Manticore would be very surprised if he could uncover any information about her method for committing the robberies or her more personal reasons behind the thefts.
She’d wait for him to respond before commenting in a calm tone of voice. “I’m going to go the restroom. When I come out, I will shoot you with the Uzi I hid there until either you are dead or I run out of bullets. Do whatever you need to do to not die.”
With that, Manticore placed her empty dishes in the sink and calmly headed towards the bathroom. It was a lie of course, since she had not hidden the Uzi inside his bathroom at all. Instead, she was going to use an illusion Uzi to give the man a good scare, simulating the sound and trajectory of the bullets. She’d even add fake bullet holes and damage to his furniture to keep up the realism of the scenario. Whether he noticed that the bullets fired out of the gun were fake or managed to successfully avoid getting hit, Leon’s reactions would give Manticore a good idea of his current abilities.
“Alright, Carmen. We’ve given him enough time. Let’s see what he does,” Manticore commented, about to turn the doorknob and exit the bathroom when all of a sudden, the 8 bit sound of Brahms’ Hungarian Dance No. 5 rang out from her pangolin companion’s mouth. The Arcobaleno turned with surprise, not expecting a call but held her hand out. Carmen transformed into a cell phone and landed into Manticore’s hand.
“Ciao, this is Manticore speaking. How may I help you?”
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[color color=#9900FF] Manticore huffed at Leon’s dismissal of her story of events. It wasn’t an unexpected reaction, but it did truly convincing him a bit more of a challenge. Even when I’m telling the truth, everybody thinks I’m lying… In the end she decided to just continue on with the tale instead of flaunting her abilities. The Arcobaleno would have to prove the validity of her tale eventually, and in case Leon ran out screaming or refused to listen it would help to have explained everything before-hand. At least he took the file and her criminal record seriously instead of doubting even that. Carmen made a happy snuffling noise at being called cute, to which Manticore simply rolled her eyes before starting.
“I used to steal precious jewelry, mostly rings, but that sort of crime has lost all of its appeal for me. Now I work odd jobs for the various big-shot mafias, one of which is responsible for this assassination. Since all of the Mafia bosses will recognize me on sight, I’m unable to properly investigate this case by myself. Also, I’ve always wanted to try training a protege. And thinking you can fight is not the same as actually being able to fight, Mister Walker.” She looked at the man up and down with calculating eyes before shrugging, “I think we might want to work on your speed first, though. I’ll start you out on dodging the Uzi, tomorrow.” She gave a short yawn, delicately covering her mouth until it was over. “Now, go ahead and ask your questions, Detective. My story is neither ludicrous nor a lie. The impossible cannot happen, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of circumstances.” [/color]
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[color color=#9900FF] Manticore had to hide back the smirk threatening to creep up upon her face as she was guided over towards the couch. She had forgotten how fun and naive the majority of the populace was. Still, the detective seemed to be a decent sort of man. His initial reaction seemed to be of genuine concern for how a two year old girl found herself abandoned on the streets. The glass of water was also a nice touch, although it went untouched since she made a point of not drinking or eating anything offered by strangers. It seemed like this was the man for the job after all.
In response to Leon’s questions, the Arcobaleno responded with a serious and brisk yet somehow formal tone while she sat on the couch with her hands politely folded in her lap. The temptation to feed the detective a believable lie was difficult to quell, but instead she opted for the truth. “Thank you for the water. I am Manticore, the expert jewelry thief! Now, to answer your questions in order: my parents are dead, I have hideouts all over the United States, and my animal partner Carmen brought me to your door using a skateboard.”
She took a breath and then continued, twisting slightly to produce a manilla folder filled with paper, forms and documentation and hold it out in front of her. “The reason I am here is to hire you to catch an assassin from a case a year ago that’s gone cold.” She placed the file on the table and slid it towards the detective. She took the opportunity to give Leon a once-over. “I’ll need to teach you how to fight of course, so you’re properly prepared for a real fight but I have a good feeling about you. You may name your price.” [/color]
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[color color=#9900FF] Manticore waited a few moments on the cellphone until she reached only the voicemail of the young mafioso. She sighed before waiting for the sharp tone that signaled her to leave a message. Speaking in a voice slightly higher pitched then she would have liked and more than aware and frustrated with how the voice of a two year old must sound on the phone, Manticore began.
“Ciao, Mercutio,” the Arcobaleno made sure to speak in Italian first before repeating in English since she was unaware of how much English the mafia member was capable of speaking. “On behalf of your boss, I’m beginning an investigation on the incident last year and am interested in meeting with the remaining members of your Family. Please come find me at Starbucks if you’d be willing to answer a few questions. It shouldn’t take too long.”
The illusionist then clicked the off button of the cellphone, allowing it to transform back into her pangolin companion. She didn’t specify which Starbucks it would be since that fact didn’t matter. As soon as he entered one cafe, she’d be informed by her information network. With that out of the way, it was time for the next step in her plan: to actually begin the investigation.
“Well, Carmen?” The scaly mammal simply blinked and licked the young thief’s cheek. She laughed and then nodded in agreement. “Capital idea. ‘Never do anything yourself that others can do for you.'” She then made another call to an unspecified number.
Manticore feigned the gruff, urban accent of a middle-aged man. “This is Edward McHugh with the MPD Cold Case unit. You are the investigator who originally worked on the Mortelupi case, right? I’m gonna need the current case material you have on this.”
Once she had negotiated her way into getting the case file by imitating the voice of one of the local detectives in question, Manticore hung up the phone and then turned to her limo driver.
“Change of plans, I need to pick up a case file at the police HQ here, and then…drop me off at the nearest Starbucks.” The man nodded in agreement as he quickly switched on a left turning signal and moved the limo into the left lane.
It didn’t take too long or too many illusions to get the case file of the scant amount of evidence dug up on the actual assassination. There wasn’t nearly as much as Manticore would have liked, but it would have to do for now. Luckily, it wasn’t as if she would be the one to have to try and solve the case. It was time to get a detective and where else than the city with the biggest police force in the country? The time it took to travel north to New York would give the Arcobaleno some time to really look over the known facts of the case.
The sun had just begun to set when Manticore arrived in New York, and the onset of night heralded the need for another cup of coffee to try to keep her drowsiness at bay. Staying up late was hellish for such a young child like herself. The Arcobaleno had been muttering to herself for the past few hours at one of the Starbucks in the city about which detective to choose for her investigation. Eventually, she decided to simply head over to the precinct in disguise and try and get some more information about who might be the most susceptible to her manipulations and best suited to taking on an assassin from the Mafia.
Nearly as soon as she arrived there, not bothering with the odd stairs given to a young baby skateboarding down the street sidewalk, she noticed Carmen’s long nose start sniffing around and the skateboard began to roll in a different direction instead of transforming back into a pangolin. The thief simply raised an eyebrow before giving a kick and setting off towards whichever trail her familiar wished to follow. Carmen had a good sense for these things, and it was important for an Arcobaleno to trust their animal partner even if they didn’t always make sense sometimes.
The scaly little animal transformed back into a pangolin when Manticore arrived just outside the door of some apartment with an empty tray likely originating from some food takeout service. Deciding that breaking into the apartment would most likely get her shot and was a poor way to start off a relationship, the two year old leaped into the air with a surprising amount of mobility and gave a “Shave and a Haircut” knock on the door before landing on the ground and patiently waiting to see whether the occupant would open the door or was even home. [/color]
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Logan looked around with noticeable confusion but was heartened to hear that the other “first years” looked just as confused as he did. He did not remember signing up for some kind of school or program and also did not quite understand how he had gotten here in the first place. The last thing the teen remembered was double-checking and styling his hair in the mirror before suddenly finding himself in the courtyard with a bunch of other confused people. Thank goodness he still had his cape and the reassuring weight of his headphones wrapped around his neck and subwoofing out a reassuring rhythm of bass and drums to any standing directly near him.
A soft blue light glowed from his pants pocket as his PDA lit up and revealed the Headmistress’ announcement. It looked like he’d be getting further instruction and hopefully an explanation from the device. His dark brown eyes skimmed over the words, and his brow furrowed in confusion at the end of the message. A syllabus? “What type of classes are they teaching us here?” He muttered out loud to himself in bewilderment.