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[attr="class","ktitle"]Familiar Faces

[attr="class","kcontent"]Liz’s brain was on a loop. Repeating the same cycle, unable to stop itself. Unfortunately this loop just consisted of more and more confusion and questions as time went on. This left her at a loss for words for a moment. But she was not the type to remained stunned forever. The fact of the matter was that she was a stubborn girl and she had already set herself into a mighty deep hole. In a situation that had gotten a bit over her head.

She knew she would have to stick with something and fight it out, but which side of the argument she was on now, she did not know herself. Did she know this woman? Did she not? It was a question that was impossible for Liz to answer. Having forgotten everything from her old life she could only rely on the words of others to set herself right. And yet she was far too quick to discard the words of the first person that seemed to know who she was.

’I messed up.’ She told herself as she tried to think of a solution to this uncomfortable situation.

”I, er.. Something?” Rather, it was nothing. Nothing came to mind. It was still blank. Try as she may, she could not come up with a solution to this problem.

”Wait.. I know!” She exclaimed before she reached her hand out in front of her. With several taps on the empty space in front of her, a transparent screen was manifested in front of her. Without delay she took that screen and turned it around so that the back of it was facing her. One button press later and a flood of data appeared on the screen.

Name: Lisabeth Godfrey
Age: Twenty
Race: Huldra
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 115 lbs
Status: Amnesia

This was all accompanied by a three dimensional image of her.

”See. That’s me. That’s me.” She proclaimed as she pointed with both hands towards the information on the screen in front of her.

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Notes: Mercy Godfrey

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[attr="class","ktitle"]Diamonds in the Muck

[attr="class","kcontent"]It was obvious Liz did not want to take the water. Regardless who this person was, she was sure they could use the water as much as she could. It was difficult to be thoughtful though. The elements had been grinding at her resolve. The heat was draining her normal character. Irritated by the bugs and sweat that covered her she opted to accept the offer without any argument. She grabbed the water and several glugs later had it back in its owner’s hands.

”Thank you.” Were the words she chose to show her appreciation. Then, without a pause, she took in a deep breath. Careful to not carry any of the nearby insects in her lungs, she attempted to draw in as much as she could. Then with her lungs filled to the brim she exhaled a ferocious bellow.

Her attention returned just in time to hear Audrey say “not a proper one sheila”. The last was a word that she had never heard before. But she shook her head at it and continued to listen to what was said. Maybe there would be context in there, or maybe this “sheila” was just a figure of speech. Liz stuck with brief movements of her head to show that she was listening. Then there was something else to catch her attention.

’Did she just..?’ She asked herself as she watched the woman bite at what was clearly an metallic ball. This was not as easy to ignore. Not so easy to just bob her head up and down as she listened. Seeing this she found herself marveling the woman with large eyes debating whether to ask what she was doing.

Instead she continued to listen. About the bandits. She listened about the traps. She listened about the steel balls. That last part brought a look to Liz’s face that seemed to say ‘that explains where those came from’ but did not mask her remaining confusion over Audrey eating what she now knew was steel.

”We just take it slow then, right? Traps aren’t really a concern to me. Once I work my magic we should be able to find them.”

Finally showing a bit of energy, she held a hand on her hip as the other began poking at the air in front of her. At first strange hand motions, it would soon be evident that there was a holographic screen floating front of her. As she scrolled through it and pressed buttons it would begin to display information about what was in front of her.

At first that meant the steel balls in Audrey’s hands. With the screen pointed at them, Liz could see that they were in fact made of steel. It was a fact that brought a look on her face that said ‘she was right.’ Then she brought the screen to analyze the path to the mine. ”I can get information on just about anything I point this screen at. Though if there’s a fight, know that I’m not going to be helping much. My attack power is practically zero.”

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Notes: Audrey Iron

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[attr="class","ktitle"]Diamonds in the Muck

[attr="class","kcontent"]Liz heaved another breath. Took in the largest gulp of air that she could muster and held onto it as if it were her last breath. Try as she might she could not get her breathing under control. Though she traveled frequently, the amount of stress and duress she suffered here was beyond anything that she had experienced before. She wanted to throw in the towel , to give up, and she almost had if not for her stubborn personality.

Moments after she arrived near the entrance of the cave her eyes suffered the sounds of a foreign voice. It latched at her skull and forced it to the side bringing her eyes to focus on the stranger that she only now realized was present. It was then that the words that were spoken registered in her mind and she had to quickly bite her tongue.

There was something in her head. When she heard the question about whether she was the partner that something almost had her telling them that they were mistaken. That she was just here for a jog and then she would be on her way, never to return here again. And yet she knew that she had come here already. She was here. How could she back out now when she was already at the entrance.

But even more, this was a job. It was a chance. It was an opportunity to locate some rare and valuable treasures. Understanding this, she did shake her head a bit to the woman, but then she would tell them, ”Right. I’m the partner. Huh.. Oh.”

Liz saw something enter her field of view. Not expecting the person to suddenly move, it took her a second to realize that they were offering their hand. When she had noticed she shook her head once more, mostly disappointed in the way she was acting. Then, without further delay, she brought her hand to meet with the woman that soon introduced herself as Audrey.

”Liz. Just call me Liz. I just.. Need.. A moment to breathe.” She clutched at her chest as she said this, still fighting for air. But this would not take long. Within seconds her breathing was stabilizing and she was able to steady herself.

”So that’s the cave then. Know anything about it? I have a lantern somewhere in my bag, but I didn’t really get much information about this place.” She looked around as she spoke, and continued browsing the area when she was done. Whether or not the other woman contributed anything she would soon point out, ”You’d think there’d be mine carts or some lying about. Not even a rail. Was this really a mine?”

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Notes: Audrey Iron

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[attr="class","ktitle"]Familiar Faces

[attr="class","kcontent"]”Are you crazy?”

Though Liz did not say it, she was thinking it, ’She’s the one sounding crazy.’ And while these words did not leave her mouth, it was clear what she was thinking. The way her eyes focused on the other woman, and then as they quickly rolled in their sockets. The way she then shook her head at the girl was even more evidence of the thoughts, the doubt, that was clear on her mind.

That doubt lasted until the stranger spoke again. “Last time” is what she spoke of. There was a last time? Liz did not know. Not ignorant to her own amnesia she did not discount the possibility that they did indeed meet before. And so there would be a lapse in judgement. It was a pause in action as she meditated on that single possibility, that the two had known each other. That is until one phrase tore her free from that notion.

”I don’t know!”

The suspicious look in Liz’ eyes returned. That latched onto the woman and did not let go as she gave her one last look over before asking, ”You don’t know?” She placed a hand on her hip as she asked.

”For someone sounding so “concerned”, you don’t know? Are you sure you aren’t just mistaking me for someone else. Cause as much as you “don’t know”, I don’t know a thing that you are talking about."

”Though if it sets your mind at ease, here I am,” She held both arms up as if presenting herself to the other woman. As if she was just showing that she was standing there. That she existed there. Regardless what feelings this would arouse in the girl she would finish by saying, ”Not dead. I mean, what could I have possibly done for that to happen. I don’t do anything that dangerous.”

Though as confident in those words as she seemed, she would stop. Her eyes would go up as she seemed to dwell on something. She might say that she had never been in a dangerous situation, but thinking about even to some recent jobs she had to admit they could have gotten out of hand if not for some good fortune. But these thoughts did not last long before she was staring the stranger down once more, waiting for what they would say.

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Notes: Wearing a white, sleeveless shirt and green cargo shorts.

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[attr="class","ktitle"]Artefact Auction

[attr="class","kcontent"]”Don’t you worry, I’ll make sure nobody interferes with us.”

Until now Liz had no really paid attention to her partner on this mission. More focused on her own goals, she just accepted his presence and along with it. That is until he made that comment. It was a comment that had Liz looking in his direction and gazing him up and down, gauging his abilities.

”Oh?” She’d sound, not really questioning him so much as she was letting him know she heard him. But still, she wondered if he could back up that claim.

Liz would prefer it if he could. Not much of a fighter herself, it would be great to have someone around that could if push came to shove. But without seeing him fight or knowing his capabilities that fact remained as more of a footnote at the corner of her mind. If they had to fight, she would accept an offer for him to lead the battle, but that did not mean she would trust that he would win.

Her ignorance of the world, after losing her memories, could explain her narrow faith in the man. Liz had no clue who the guy was or his background. Even if someone mentioned Quatro Cerberus, she would not know what or where that was. And so she was limited to knowing what she was told.

But that was not important now. What was is the job they needed to perform. Liz followed Sov into the shack. And once they were inside she was none-too-surprise to see the hatch and the ladder that Sov soon had forced open. During her treasure hunts, Liz had seen similar, and even worse, and so she accepted this as it was. And when Sov offered for her to go first she simply bobbed her head up and down into a nod. Then, without much wait, she pulled herself onto the ladder and down into the underground.

The only pause in these actions came when Sovereign introduced himself. It was an act that had Liz looking up at him for a second before answering back with a brief, ”Liz” Then she continued on her way.

Though the ladder lended the possibility that the actual auction room would be much larger than the shack, Liz was surprised that the underground area was not as large as she would expect. The moment she stepped off the ladder she was greeted to the backs of several groups of people. They filled the small chamber on multiple fronts. And looking around it was not hard to see what they were all focused on.

On the other ends of these crowds were raised platforms with people standing on them. Laid out next to them were all kinds of items. Instruments, cookware, and things that Liz had never seen, this was what she saw. And that was just what she could see away from the crowds. If she could look through the crowds she could see that there was even more items sitting on the stages next to the auctioneers.

”Looking like it’s multiple auctions at a time. I don’t suppose everything we need will just be at one of these stages. How do you want to split this up?”

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Notes: Wearing a blue hoodie and cargo shorts.

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[attr="class","ktitle"]Artefact Auction

[attr="class","kcontent"]Several Hours Ago, and Several Miles Away

In a place not too far from Gabbro City sits a grim reminder of the fate that all humans will eventually face. In an area covered in rolling hills and brief foresty ventures there is a field that stands out. Large planks of stone are scattered about, each poking up from the ground and listing the names of the fallen that now rested in this solemn place. Given all the land to travel and all the places to be seen, a graveyard might not have appeared the most interesting place to venture, but that did not stop Liz.

Seated on one large tombstone, she poked and prodded away at something just a few inches from her face. One arm nested on her leg, holding her head up, and the other’s hand working away at one of her archive screens, it was difficult to tell why she had been there. The bored look on her face would beg the question as to why she was not somewhere more interesting.

Treasure was the answer. Whether that meant looking through old ruins or old tombs, it did not make a difference for the young woman. Standing not too far from where she was now was the entrance to an especially large tomb—the entrance to a crypt—she wandered inside hoping to find something of value and these were the results.

”Rusted dagger. An old spoon. Playing cards. Broken pottery.” She listed away the items she found, each of which she had stored in her archive and was now listed on the screen in front of her. She would scroll up on the screen, then back down, and tap away with. All this time seeming as if she was waiting for something new, something more interesting to appear in the list. But reality was often cruel, and deep down she knew that was the extent of this search.

She then cried out, ”Oooh! I’m not going eat like this. Who even stores playing cards with their dead body? Huh? Anyone? Why not something of value. A watch. An instrument. Old clothes! Something!?” She blasted away without any concern. She already knew that she was the only one there, and so she allowed herself a chance to rant. But after a moment of this she would calm down and in a quiet tone asked herself, ”Why’d I even think an area of endless fields was a good idea. Should have just headed into the mountains. The desert. The tundra.. Why is the good loot only where I don’t want to go?”

”What about this?” A voice suddenly spoke. Once again, Liz was alone, and so the sudden sound of another person forced her to pause. Her eyes, her mouth, her body, it all came to a halt. Then seconds later her eyes traversed her surroundings in search of the voice’s origin. Sounding close to where she was, she looked ahead of her, and to her sides. Then she gazed behind her. When none of this yielded anything she finally glanced at the tombstone beneath her. It was there that she saw it, a slip of paper.

Present.

Hours later, Lisabeth found herself standing outside of a specific building in Gabbro City. In her hand was the same slip of paper that she had discovered on the tombstone next to her. Now that it was unfolded it could be seen that there was a small, rectangular symbol at the top of the paper. Underneath it went on to ask her to participate in a mission in this city.

The mission was to purchase items from an auction for a collector. Nothing too specific, just anything of value would have been sufficient. But to complete the task they had been offer an endless amount of funds to do what they could with.

The instructions on the slip of paper were not exactly conducive to the mission though. Whereas the collector gave them full reign to buy what they would from the auction, the slip of paper asked Liz to set aside specific items from the auction. These items would not go to the collector, but another group that Liz had limited knowledge of—Sylph Mirror.

For her this mission would be a balancing act, spending the funds of one collector. Then on the side, using the funds of a mysterious group. She could only hope that the items this group wanted would not be the same as those that the collector was hoping for.

Though In Liz’s head she saw it as a win-win situation. Regardless of what artifacts she purchased, she could make one of the two clients happy. But she would not explain any of this to her partner. She would not say any of it to the man traveling with her. When he spoke up, she would only glance in his direction briefly and then look away seconds later. The time before she finally did speak would be delayed as if she was debating whether it was worth speaking with him.

It was not that she did not care to speak. It was not her intention to be rude. But once they were inside the auction she knew the man would question her actions as she sought to purchase items without saying anything. And she also did not want to accidentally spill those plans before they got started. To avoid it she chose to stay quieter than usual, and only speak when necessary.

But being overly quiet was suspicious in itself, and that was why Liz soon spoke to say, ”I mean, when you have that kind of money, who’s to blame him? Probably protecting himself.”

Liz’s head tilted to the side as she held her hand and the slip of paper to her lip. ”But that does mean we should watch ourselves. If he’s protecting himself, then I have to wonder what he is protecting himself from. Let me make it clear I want to leave this place with as few knives in my back as possible. So let me know if you see anyone suspicious here.”

As she spoke she brought her arms to cross underneath her buxom. In this same motion she stuck the slip of paper into the pocket of her blue hoodie. And as she finished speaking she stepped away from Sovereign and towards their destination. Just a step, before she waited to here what more the man would say.

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Notes: Wearing a blue hoodie and cargo shorts.

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