Post by THOMAS C. FARRELL on Apr 7, 2012 13:32:03 GMT -5
It was a calm night in the Kingdom of Lyneel. Aside from the soft cooing of an owl, the night was silent as the wind gently blew through the trees. It was common for Marines to walk the streets at night, the peace keepers of the meek in their own right during these chaotic times with Pirates roaming around, filling their heads with a corrupting freedom that lead to disorder. Such disorder was harmful to society. Disrupting rules, laws, and order that the marines constantly strived to maintain in the spirit of their 'justice'. Many civilians loved them for it... and then again, there were always those who would oppose such a authoritarian militial government.
This story begins with a single point in mind. That it is the actions of a single many that can spart a rebellion. And it is the actions of The Crimson Spirit that will be taken into consideration today. The Crimson Spirit is a name given to the killer by the townsfolk of Lyneel. It is said that after he makes a kill, he dyes the uniform of the Marine red in their own blood. A grusome act by one who would oppose the World Government. A grusome act that would be responded promptly by the Marines at the risk of losing reputation at one of the hot spots of the Northern Blue. It was an act that inspired the Marines to send out a Rear-Admiral of the 91st Division. Perhaps not the strongest, but he was the most apt at analyzing the situation and learning all he could about the Spirit that was haunting the Kingdom.
A swordsman from Loungetown was waiting at the meeting point with instruction to wait for said Rear Admiral. His black hair shifted on his head as he looked for the man in the night. His steel blue eyes speaking on the seriousness he bore with him at all times. A flintlock pistol hanging off his right side with a rapier hanging on his left. A cape flowing behind himself as he leaned back against a stone wall that was a house in the residential area of the kingdom some ways from both the scene of the last attack and the safehouse they were to report to after the investigation. It was important to discern who the spirit was and what his motives were. But the most important to determine was simply where he would strike next. There weren't many clues that could be given by the Marines of Lyneel at this time simply because they hadn't been able to find many. The only thing they were able to say was that the spirit was said to be an expert swordsman. Hardly a unique trait about the killer. Thomas sighed to himself as he waited, arms crossed. This wasn't his problem to try to figure out why Marines were being killed. He didn't like Marines to begin with. But a job's a job. And where there's a job...
There's money.
This story begins with a single point in mind. That it is the actions of a single many that can spart a rebellion. And it is the actions of The Crimson Spirit that will be taken into consideration today. The Crimson Spirit is a name given to the killer by the townsfolk of Lyneel. It is said that after he makes a kill, he dyes the uniform of the Marine red in their own blood. A grusome act by one who would oppose the World Government. A grusome act that would be responded promptly by the Marines at the risk of losing reputation at one of the hot spots of the Northern Blue. It was an act that inspired the Marines to send out a Rear-Admiral of the 91st Division. Perhaps not the strongest, but he was the most apt at analyzing the situation and learning all he could about the Spirit that was haunting the Kingdom.
A swordsman from Loungetown was waiting at the meeting point with instruction to wait for said Rear Admiral. His black hair shifted on his head as he looked for the man in the night. His steel blue eyes speaking on the seriousness he bore with him at all times. A flintlock pistol hanging off his right side with a rapier hanging on his left. A cape flowing behind himself as he leaned back against a stone wall that was a house in the residential area of the kingdom some ways from both the scene of the last attack and the safehouse they were to report to after the investigation. It was important to discern who the spirit was and what his motives were. But the most important to determine was simply where he would strike next. There weren't many clues that could be given by the Marines of Lyneel at this time simply because they hadn't been able to find many. The only thing they were able to say was that the spirit was said to be an expert swordsman. Hardly a unique trait about the killer. Thomas sighed to himself as he waited, arms crossed. This wasn't his problem to try to figure out why Marines were being killed. He didn't like Marines to begin with. But a job's a job. And where there's a job...
There's money.