Malachy was done hiding. He had been a promising wizard before the curse. He had a job, though it was failing, He had money which he had inherited from his family for graduating and really he didn't even need to stay here. But he had made friends and he had made promises. He couldn't just leave.
But what could he do? He wanted a seat on the council. Maybe even the Mayor's seat. But he guessed he could patrol the streets for trouble and investige the shit that like ti hit the fan so frequetly that the town still smelled like the undead. And if that didn't work out there was always the School. No matter what happened his options where open.
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Jun 3, 2012 18:22:45 GMT -5
Politics were starting to drive James crazy. One thing after a-bloody-nother. No one was ever happy, but at least it was easy now; if not mind numbing. He looked back at what he'd managed to accomplish in the short time he had been Mayor. The town was in shambles when they'd voted him in, it had been through a lot. He'd managed to update the defense system, build up a police force, attempted to improve the attitudes surrounding the so-called cursed beasts, and actually introduced a city infrastructure worth writing home about. And most of all, he'd kept the Ministry from bulldozing in and declaring martial law.
All in all, he thought it was worth a cigarette.
He left his cozy office (he was beginning to think of it as a second bedroom) and walked the halls out to the front of the building. Activity thrummed idly, it was a Friday afternoon and everyone couldn't wait to clock out. Several staffers greeted him as passed through. He waved at each one. He stepped out into the sun and produced a cigarette from a pack in his jacket pocket, and lit it with a snap of his fingers. He took a long glorious drag, reveling in the warmth from the smoke traveling down his throat. He let the jet of smoke out in one puff. He was really quite glad he never had to worry about cancer.
He noted the sun's high position, and asked a person nearby, "Got the time?"
“Just about time for a drink, I’d say.” Responded the random person James had asked. Smirking at him from a few feet away stood a man in a long grey coat and matching cowboy hat, with one eye obscured by an eye patch. Tipping his hat at the mayor as a token of respect, he launched immediately into speech.
“We’ve met once before, and I’m certain you’ve heard of my deeds. Though, it is highly likely you hadn’t before put the figure to the actions before this point. For I am the faithful hound that Julian Forbes sent snapping at the heels of your dear lycan friend. Name of Miles, I think it was?”
Waving his hands, almost as if to waft away the words he had just spoken, he continued right on rambling. “Though, that’s all old business now, I wager. The reason I’m here now is to offer you my support, if you’re willing to take it. The name is Edmund.” At that, the man offered the mayor a single gloved hand.
Malachy walked up the steps of the City Hall and recognized the blonde right away. James Mustang... He had arrived, with himself and Sylph at the seen of a crime where a Student had had her throat ripped out by a half transformed lycan. Jeez that was along time ago. He never did learn what had happened with that murder mystery and he wondered if James would remember him now that he was mayor.
He also noticed that Mustang had company Someone he didn't think he recognized. As he got level with the two men. He spoke up Hello there Mr. Mustang. Last we met I had shorter hair and we were hanging around a dead body." He said thinking of how that may have just sounded. "The name's Malachy." He said holding his own hand out along dide the other man's
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Jun 8, 2012 18:12:40 GMT -5
James should have known. Can't go out for a simple smoke break without being confronted by a bounty hunter and a witness to a horrific murder. Edmund he did in fact know by reputation. Miles had been on the run, simultaneously escaping the Ministry because of a frame job, and trying to catch the framer. The lycan known as Grendel, who had a personal vendetta against Miles.
Those were bad days. Unable to stay in contact with Miles and unable to provide any aid, James could do nothing except try to throw the Ministry off now and then. But Edmund had always been in dogged pursuit, ignoring all counter-intelligence. It spoke to Miles's abilities that he was able to stay ahead of this hunter, especially in such a desperate situation.
Malachy was connected to that same period, though in a much smaller role. He had discovered, along with Sylph O'Dell, the crime scene that had kicked it all off. Grendel had brutally murdered Miles's girlfriend, and had gone after other people connected to girls he had dated in Drakborough and Triangle Tunnel. Grendel was eventually apprehended by Miles and others, and his trial had been looming... but there had been a snag.
James shook each man's hand in turn. "I actually do remember you, Malachy, despite the time that has passed. Hard to forget that night. And Edmund, I do recall hearing a thing or two about you back in the day. What exactly do you think you can do for me?"
"What can I do for you?" with that, Edmund shot the Mayor a rather incredulous look, before spreading his arms wide and bowing. "My good sir, I am a mercenary. I do whatever it is I am paid to do, assuming the price makes it worth the trouble. Really, I should be asking you what it is that I can do for you."
"Oh, though there is one more thing. I do happen to be on the tail-end of another job, which comes from Father Bismarck himself. I don't suppose you know him, do you? Though, I am sure you at least know of him. Hell, I'm not sure there are many adult wizards around these parts who wouldn't have heard of his organization by now. But anyways, that leader man of the Church has constantly had a swell plethora of odd-jobs available for me. Some have been rather dirty, I must admit, though this one is little more complicated than bringing a message to you."
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Jun 10, 2012 19:22:10 GMT -5
James couldn't help but frown at that. He was rather mistrustful of the Black Forest Church. They had proven rather... ruthless in their pursuit of forsaken creatures. And indiscriminate in who they hunted. Add in a scary level of zealotry from the rank and file and no accountability the organization posed a very real threat if they wanted to throw their weight around.
He could only guess, with his continued support of the forsaken creatures, at least the ones who wanted help, anything the Church wanted from him couldn't be good. He tensed ever so slightly, ready for anything. "So what's the message?"
Malachy stood there listening and waiting his turn. As soon as he heard edmund talking about working for the cruel leader of the church. He had had his own run in with the man, and he had befriended the Lycan Known as Marc Streampaw, apparently church wanted to eradicate the local lycan population. Mal may not be a lycan and he may be a slytherin, plus he liked to keep a healthy distance away from most lycans, he still didn't think genocide was a solution to any kind of problem.
Malachy could tell that Mustang wasn't very thrilled abut the information either. He stayed to listen to a bit more before he interjected.
Edmund gave a knowing smirk at the frown James involuntarily shot his way ad the mention of the Church. He had at least some understanding for the way the man felt, for it was the way a lot of adults who ended up working with the organization ended up feeling. Still, there was little questioning their effectiveness of their methods. Still, James didn't really have too much to fear from his message, for it was rather brief and didn't truly ask too much of the mayor.
"Well, I don't intend to give it to you in full. It was kinda stuffy and unnecessarily long-winded. To paraphrase things, the Church is rather displeased about some prior rude words you've said about them, along with some proclamations supposedly banning them from the town. They just want you to know that- eh, well, that you have no authority to tell them how or where they can operate. Basically, they want to warn you not to get in the way of their mission. 'Or else', I imagine."
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Jun 15, 2012 2:06:30 GMT -5
"Or else? Not my first threat. Not my first threat this month. It is the first of the week, I'll give him that." James was surprisingly calm following the delivery of the message. He'd known from the beginning they were going to be trouble. He'd had to kick out more than one of their hunters. Never let organized religion, especially a militant and potentially genocidal organized religion have real authority. They already thought they had God on their side, give them the state and you were as well as fucked. Might as well start a bloody theocracy.
"As far as I'm concerned, it's an empty threat. I have in command an excellent police force and have overseen and indeed contributed to the magical defense of this town. It's rock solid. This isn't the old days." He was absolutely confident in the wards and defenses placed on this town. And he knew that Father Bismarck wouldn't dare declare war on Drakborough. Hurt a single citizen and he lost it all. No one in the region would support him or the Church. He would instead come after James personally. He wasn't worried.
He could take it. And he damn well would reciprocate.
"So is that it? Your contract with them is up? I could always use a man such as yourself." He didn't trust the man, for all he knew the details of this contract were deliver this message, enter into Mustang's employ, spy on him, kill him if we ask. He was taking a chance, but he'd be on his guard. This two-bit Church would not be the death of him. If they trifled with him, it'd be the end of them.
He listened and he watched and finally mustang offered the man a job. He was the one here for a job in the first place. Had Edmund just left that door ajar. It was now or never Malachy thought.
He cleared hi throat a bit loudly to draw attention to himself and the spoke up. "Before you make your decision, please allow me to speak Mr. Mustang" He requested before going on. "It is obvious to me that you do not trust the Black Forest Church' Neither do I, and even less now due to the fact I have unwillingly joined the ranks of the Forsaken Creatures. I was Bitten by a werewolf two years ago and finding work is difficult being what I am." He explained he didn't want to leave that crucial detail out and the surprise James During the next full moon.
"Anyway i have had my share of run-ins with this particular faction, and i quite remember a few of their faces. I'm hear seeking employ, I just request that you consider my position while your welcoming someone fro the church a position." If he failed here his next stop was FFU.
At Mustang’s response to his message, Edmund just gave the man a casual shrug, as if to show how little he cared about the man’s relation with the church or whatever defenses he had placed in and around the town. “I’ll wager I could off you right now if it came down to it, along with your buddy.” Edmund casually jerked a thumb in the direction of the werewolf. “Buuuut, I was only here to give you a message, not cut your throat. Doubtless, the big boss man won’t be too pleased, though I doubt he will overtly take action against you. Seems more likely that they’d just have their hunters strutting about the place, responding forcefully to any officer of yours who attempts to ‘accost’ or ‘assault’ them while they carry on their business. Gotta make your lot the aggressors, after all.”
“As for my contract being up with them? Well, I suppose it is for the moment, though they have been a very reliable and trustworthy employer. You wouldn’t believe how many bastards out there hire you to do their dirty work, then try to worm their way out of paying you once you complete the job. So, if they do call on me, I’ll probably end up working multiple missions at once. Still, that aside, I’d love to hear the details of this job of yours.”
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Jun 16, 2012 0:26:00 GMT -5
"Don't make threats, casual or otherwise. You don't know what kind of man I am." He really disliked being taken for a suit wearing schmuck. He supposed the situation described by Edmund would indeed be the case. He still wouldn't allow it. "Besides that, I need you to find someone for me."
"You may recall the criminal Hunter Rose, who has taken the nom de guerre, Grendel? He was being held in an undisclosed location, in an extremely secure cell, awaiting trial. He has disappeared. Someone broke him out. We have dead guards, but no idea how they died, a cell that should have been impregnable, and no sign of how any of it was done. Magical or physical, the methods elude us.We have no idea who did it, or where they are now. And before you get cute and suggest something is wrong with the defenses those were checked as well. Nothing, no sign of tampering at all. Whoever did this is not a normal wizard. Or witch. I want you to investigate this, and track them down. Recapture Grendel and eliminate the other party if possible. If this can't be done, just report back for further instructions."
It was a bit embarrassing admitting this had happened under his nose, but desperate times and all. "I'll pay you extra not to report any of this to the Church. And I want you to use Malachy here in your investigations. He's seen Grendel's handiwork in person, he may be of some use. As long as that's okay with you Malachy? You'll be paid as well for your trouble, of course."
Edmund had been placed in charge of the investigation? Well at least he could be of some help. He nodded at Mustang. "I'll help where i can. and when I can. This months Wolf's bane is brewing as we speak and will be done at noon on the day of the full moon. So I'll be better than any tracking hound either of you could find within a month." He then wondered who's senses where better a bloodhound, a wolf, a werewolf, or a lycan. The question was irrelevant but it was puzzling.
He turned towards Edmund. He held out a hand. "I'm willing if you are." He said almost daringly.
Dead guards, with no idea how they died? Honestly, wasn’t there a killing curse or something that left no marks? That information was completely pointless. Just write it off as a ‘mysterious death’ and be done with it. “Killing guards without leaving marks and escaping from and inescapable prison? Good heavens, that almost sounds like magic. Though, if it wasn’t a witch or wizard that did it, I have no clue what could have happened. As far as I knew, normal witches and wizards were the ones who generally dealt in magic tricks daily.” Edmund said with little more than a shrug. Mustang hid his shame poorly. Rather than admit to his guards being careless or his prison defenses having holes in them, he decided to try and make out his folly as the work of greater powers.
As for the part about the church- why not? They would find out soon enough anyways, for they had plenty of eyes all about the town. Just not from his mouth. Who knew? They might even contact him to try and get his hand in dealing with the problem.
“As for working with you?” He said, turning to the werewolf. “Of course I’ll work with you. It never hurts to have a meat-shield in a pinch.”
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