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The bell chimed as the door to the coffee house opened and a hooded cloaked figure strode in. For someone who preferred not to have attention drawer to her, the gunner stood out in her brilliant white cloak which coupled with the sense of danger hanging around her. Unmindful of the other patrons, Elza's clothes dripped from the rain while strode over to the counter and pierced the girl behind the counter with her gaze.

"Where's that kid, the one with the scar?" She told rather than asked. Of course she knew Harry's name, but the gunner didn't care to use it.

Harry was busy handling the cafe patrons orders as usual, while Rose is napping on top of the deli display when she then overhears the gunner’s voice asking for her master. This wakes up the little Pygmy Puff, squeaking to her master rather loudly as to alert him that someone is looking for him.

“Oh hey, I think that the little pink puffball is looking for him right now, he is getting through some customer orders at the moment,” the girl behind the counter informs Elza while also staring at Rose and her squeaking.

The little punk puff ball caught her attention. Good. The kid was here. It was hard to forget the overly enthusiastic puff of pink even if she'd never admit to it.

"Heh," Elza huffed with a small amused smile on her lips. Folding her arms across her chest, she took half a step back and proceeded to look disinterested while she waited for Harry to appear. Elza was in no rush, and if she knew the kid well enough it was that he wouldn't delay her waiting on purpose. No, that kid was too foolishly kind hearted for that type of nonsense.

It doesn’t take him long for him to hear Rose squeaking to him that someone is waiting for him and it may not involve ordering for coffee. Besides he is nearly done with the last rounds of orders before he could head out to take on a quest that caught his eye sometime ago as the QuestBoard app got updated.

After finishing said orders, he quickly goes to where Elza is waiting for him with Rose hopping onto his shoulder as he passes by the deli display.

“Oh, hi there,” he greets the gunner, “Is there anything you’re thinking of at the moment? I was about to head out within a few minutes from now to do, um, an important quest at hand.”

The store was busy which had the gunner's muscles tense along her back. Being in a confined space with so many people never sat well with the assassin. True to her training though, she showed none of her discomfort as she sensed someone approaching her. Elza wasn't surprised to find it being that kid in question.

She didn't answer him at first. Whatever quest he had was of no interest to her right now. Instead she unfolded her arms and tucked one hand into her cloak before she withdrew a sealed envelope.

"Here," she said while offering the sealed envelope to Harry. "Would you hold this note here in this shop for three days?" Elza was business today.

“Hm, I see,” he looks at the envelope in question as he takes it from her hand, “I will definitely try to hold onto it here.

Harry then slips it inside his jean pocket, turns to check in with his co-workers that not he has a quest to attend, but he also has something really important to keep within shop premises. No one has not bothered to ask him what are the contents inside, but they did took a good note of it when he told them about it.

Well... that was easy at least. As the letter was handed over, she eyed the kid. "If someone comes in asking about it, then hand it over. Throw it away if it's not before three days from now though."

No questions about the letter had been asked, and she wasn't about to give up any answers either. To each their own, she thought while mentally shrugging. She was about to turn and leave before the gunner paused. It would be easy enough to step away without exchanging some form of payment, but if it came to light in the future, she didn't want to deal with the hassle of having to 'owe' anyone anything.

Glancing back at Harry, she watched him in thought. "You said you were heading out?"

“So I took notice a quest in the QuestBoard app early this month and one of them had tells of a creature that had escaped from Elphame’s underground prison and there have been reports of people’s bodies being found at the edge of Dusklight Woods,” Harry explains, Rose is starting to quiver in fear of what this creature might be capable of it.

“I also learned from the quest giver that if anyone tries to display any form of emotion while it is looking at them, it could rip their soul out of their body and tries to break them by taunting about their worst weaknesses.”

The notice board was something she'd seen on passing but hardly taken any interest in it. From what she'd seen it was their problem and unless hired directly, the gunner had no desire to 'help' out of the goodness of her heart. No, there had been far more pressing matters to do in the meantime.

What Harry described though did catch her attention. Rip souls from bodies? She didn't care about any souls that had been sucked out, but at the same time it could prove to be interesting... that and she didn't want to owe the kid for doing her a favour.

"Heh," she sounded far from perturbed by the information. "Only when they show emotion?" What sort of creatures were they? The masters and other members in the Guild were far more terrifying to her while she was a child. Half-turning away, she puffed out, "Got someone to watch your back? You seem the type to wear scream out your emotions, kid."

“Yeah, that is right: they will try to do that if anyone tries to show any emotion within their sight,” Harry could feel a figurative lump on his throat as he replies in return before he answers her second question, “Um, sadly no. I’m afraid that I was not able to get someone else team up with me for this quest.”

Elza is right: he is definitely one of those people who can’t seem to keep their emotions bottled up all the time and his inability to rein them in did caused him and the people around him so much grief back at home.

A job like that wouldn't be difficult for the assassin to undertake given how long she'd trained with the Guild. A kid like this though... She inwardly sighed then shook her head. She was a soft-hearted fool even if she'd never admit it to anyone beyond Nash.

"So you'd be soulless before lunch," Elza bluntly said before finally sounding an audible sigh. "I'll help you out kid for repayment of holding onto my letter."

As terrifying as possibly losing his soul to the creature by being an emotional baby can be, he did remember nearly losing it in multiple times, though that’s mostly because of the Dementors’ instinct than anything to begin with, so having a partner does help.

He happily pulls out a sigh of relief as he speaks once again, “Why thank you. I really appreciate it, especially with me promising to hold onto your letter. I will make sure not to get into trouble during the quest on your watch.”

The relief made her almost change her mind. She was getting too soft here in this world. Clive and Kelley would have shaken their heads if they could see her now. What she had to do in order to rebuild her information networks...

There was a curt nod in reply to his words before she gestured for him to go first. "After you, kid."

After finishing the last tasks for the day, putting his rucksack against his back, and informing his co-workers that he will be doing a quest for a good while, Harry is finally ready to head out and find the enigmatic cognitive creature.

He carefully avoids bumping into the cafe patrons as he exits through the main doors with Rose squeaking in concern, wondering what sort of dangers lie ahead.

This was the fifth clue that he'd followed trying to figure out whatever that crazy woman wanted. She promised a wealth of riches for his information if he could prove himself. Che! Why should he have to prove himself. He was full of integrity! If his name wasn't Alexander Gervais.

It was pouring with rain as his boot cladded feet stomped into a puddle a distance away from the large manor. He'd heard rumours of this place and just looking at the shadowed pile of bricks and stone sent a chill down his usually firm spine.

Was the money worth all of this?

The weight of coin in his pocket was the deciding factor. Whatever it was in there was worth it... Or so he thought as he steeled his resolve and crossed over thee courtyard to approach the front doors.

[ooc: hope you don't mind the target being rp'ed for the first while before Elza joins?]

Yuber stood on the roof of the manor, perched like a gargoyle as he watched the human approach the doors to his lair.

Curious, this one seemed determined... Maybe he could provide some fun.

The devil leaped from his perch and used his kinetic magic to flash the rest of the distance to the ground behind the man.

Not once did he speak, he wanted to know if this stranger would notice him.

He liked to pretend that he was confident and in charge of this situation. Alexander walked as if he owned the place even if it gave him the heebie-jeebies... The panic began to settle in. The one confident swagger reducing to a cautious approach. He didn't notice at first when he was no longer alone, but he felt as though someone was having a dance party on his grave when a cold shiver ran up along his spine.

What the hell?!

"Is someone there?" He called out failing at trying to sound in control. Alexander was berating himself as an idiot. Way to sound brave there, fool. Calling out to the stupid wind.

Yuber snarled.

Pathetic, this human was pathetic. He was already shaking and the demon knew that if he still had his senses he'd be able to smell fear thick in the air around them.

False bravado was not much fun to break but fear was fear. He'd drink it in while he could.

"Turn around," he rumbled. "Tell me why you're here and I'll make your death a clean one. You'll feel no pain."

The snarl had him on guard and he spun around, but all that false bravado seemed fade like the colour in his face when he saw the man come into view.

That devil... fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

He'd heard stories of a psycho in the city but thought they were just that. Stories.

"I---I--err... fuck," his words were fumbling all over themselves as he tried to gather the strength he needed to be strong... even if his knees felt like they were going to buckle beneath him. "A--err a blonde wench sent me on some goose hunt to here," He finally managed to squark out. "I meant no disrespect...umm...sir...?" Some part of his mind warned him to reach for the knife at his belt. His hand twitched as if it were telling him that's a bad idea. "Something about measuring worth or some-shit."

[ooc: I know you quit and so sorry for the delay. My booster shot knocked me out for a week and I've been playing catchup since. Not sure if you're keen or can even reply to this though.]

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