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When You Go Down to the Woods TodayUriel examined the board, in need of a good distraction from her current worries. The D-rank missions held the promise of a challenge, and some easy action, which was just what Uriel needed. “Fight a bear… or possibly deal with a goblin…?” she hummed. “…………………….Both.” She nodded to herself, before turning and striding towards her house. “Gonna need a basket.”
Fifteen minutes later, the dark skinned youth was walking through the forest, keeping an eye out for berries, bears, or goblins. It had rained recently, making the soil soft, and Uriel noticed many different tracks in the dirt. She headed deeper into the forest, watching the tracks on the ground. She didn’t notice the berry bushes she passed, covered in the berries she was supposed to be picking.
A cloud of smoke came flying at Uriel, barely missing her as a goblin h
Apples to IdiotsUriel stared at the quest board, reading over the various postings in hopes of something exciting. She was still considered too low of a rank to do anything that really interested her though. As she was contemplating taking an art job, she noticed a girl tacking up a new listing. Curious, she walked over and peered over the girl’s shoulder, invading the stranger’s personal space.
The girl took a few seconds to notice Uriel, and when she did, she stumbled forward, dropping the listing and reeling away. “Whaaah~ You almost gave me a heart attack!” she cried. “Umm… ooh, I know! As payment for trying to scare me, you must take the job I was about to put up! You have to go into the apple orchard to find Jack!”
Uriel stared at the girl for a long moment, not saying anything as she considered whether to take the job or not.
“Well? Jack isn’t going to find himself out there…. Then again… anyways, come on!
First RunIlene sat on a bench, swinging her legs back and forth, bored. The wind tussled her short hair, and the dirt blew up from her kicking and the strong breeze. “Ugh… Abel-”
“I know Ilene,” Abel sighed. “They’ll be here soon. Then I can tell you all about the stronghold and you and you can go in.”
“Is someone getting impatient?” a laugh came from behind the demon, and he glanced back to find his old teacher. Abadon gave the pair a pleasant smile. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting. Malik’s lessons took longer than expected.”
The general’s newest student looked terrible. There were dark bags under his eyes and his skin looked even paler than the last time he and Ilene had met. His black eyes were harsh and angry, with a cruel glint inside. Every few moments he would curl his long, clawed fingers, as if imagining tearing into something.
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