For T9

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[On-Ship, at a forge in the city.]

The city is generally a quiet place overall, but today, there is a persistent noise - the repeated clang of metal, interrupted periodically with the steaming hiss of hot metal meeting water. Trace it to its source, and you'll find a slightly older woman there. Her messy auburn hair is pulled into a rough ponytail, and her face carries an appearance of weary experience. One who's skilled at reading body language might be able to tell that something's got her annoyed with how she's moving stiffly, and the way she hammers out the blade she's working on.

Shall you investigate?

[Combat, on a mission gone wrong.]

There's a clang and a screech as a blade is drawn against metal armor, and by all sights, the person clad in it has been pushed back into a corner. She swings a pair of maces heavily, trying to knock the two attackers back - and she manages, but they are not deterred. The masked woman doesn't seem to be worried, though. She glances in front of her - the only ones in front of her are the attackers. Good. She steadies herself against the wall, and draws a breath before speaking...nay, shouting at them.

"FUS RO DAH!"

The resonance of her voice is incredibly loud and unnatural - it echoes within the structure, and a translucent blue wave erupts in front of her, forcing her attackers backwards and off their feet.

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[emperor_time]

Kurapika, on the other hand, merely stood where he was. A slender chain dangled from the ring on his fourth finger, swaying slightly as if displaced by a wayward breeze.

"What a splendid display of Ren. Still, we should find our way out of this structure before our quarry makes good his escape."

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"Just a moment," came the woman's answer. There was a slight muffle and echo to it due to the armor she wore, but it was more mundane compared to the words she just shouted.

Her attackers got the full brunt of her maces while they were down, bodies wracked with the force of blows, flames, and ice.

She straightens up afterwards, and turns toward Kurapika. "Which way did they go? I was..." She pauses, glancing at the bodies. "Indisposed."

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[viym]

"Well, I know how you keep your muscles going."

We regret to inform you that there seems to be a demon perching nearby, watching the rhythmic hammer swings with a bored sort of interest. The ship was, frankly, dull as hell compared to her old world.

"Here." Idly, her tail curled around to hold up a tiny single-serving box of cheerios. Best to keep the strong yelly dragon-whatever lady with the useful skills happy.

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The initial comment gets no verbal response - Ginia continues to hammer the metal, until the offering cropped up. The box is given an odd look, and the demon gets a suspicious one. Given her own encounters with the Daedra, she's learned to be at the least suspicious of folk like this.

"What is it?"

[emperor_time]

Kurapika was already on his way out the door, tucking his map under his left arm. "This way."

A stray guard was in his way; he knocked the man unconscious with a swift chop directed to the back of his neck before taking off down the hall. There were more to be found here, no doubt, but time was of essence.

[viym]

"Cereal."

A pause, and her tail droops slightly.

"Like...grains? It says it's heart-healthy and all that crap, but I've always been a bit skeptical."

She plucked the box up, eyeing the ingredients.

"It doesn't say it's made of human, so I think it should be good?"

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And if there were more to cross their paths, they could be swiftly dealt with.

She may not be keeping neck-and-neck with the younger fellow, but she wasn't lagging behind either. There was a steady soft clanking and rustling of her armor as she jogged after Kurapika.

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Ginia stares at the box for a few moments, then looks back toward Viym. "Why would it be in a box?"

Have patience, Viym. The only grains she's seen that's in mass-produced containers are mead and ale.

[emperor_time]

Which was good, because this hallway was BOOBY-TRAPPED, OH NO.

Kurapika leapt lightly over a pitfall in the floor, but not before he got a glimpse of the stakes that lined the bottom of the pit... and the ancient skeletons of people who hasn't been lucky enough to avoid the trap. "Be careful! It looks like he planned this escape out ahead of time!"

[viym]

Viym is nothing if not the diplomatic one. Which is...odd, for a villain. But she's also a healer, so?

"So they can ship it easier. No rats this way."

Viym popped one down the chute, then jostled the box, like someone trying to tempt their cat.

"Not even any plague or salmonella~"

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No time to go around it, and no time to wait for her throat to recover from the Shout before to use another, so jumping is the only option. "Got it!" Her speed picks up into a full run, and the jump that follows is awkward, but serviceable for getting across. Ginia stumbles upon landing, but quickly recovers.

"Remind me to pay him back once we find him for that."

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Clang.

Ginia is not impressed, and the increasingly annoyed look on her face shows it plain as day. "That's not like any sort of cereal I've seen. It's dry."