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Post begins start of a mission A rank
Story board elements: Deal with the failure and deflect by completing a task for an organization.
Angel was still weary and tired; the latest failure was a heavy burden on his conscience. He had failed and fled, leaving the villagers to their fate with Theon. Though this embarrassment was a stain on his honor, he believed it was better that a valiant knight was still around to try and perform some good for this despicable world. His body was battered and bruised, and his pride and ego were even more mutilated. He headed toward the large settlement.
Angel heard of a massive local bank here, along with taverns and brothels where he could unwind and relax. His previous escapades and endeavors had left him entirely worn out.
"Time for some fun," Angel thought, glancing at a few of the gorgeous local women.
Suddenly, he saw a vision: the lady was covered in blood; the background, once bright and light, was now hazy, dark, black, and red. It was as if he had fallen into a nightmare. Startled and spooked, he spun around. The entire village looked like a massacre; the streets were littered with bodies, and the buildings were decrepit and destroyed. Angel tried to shake the vision, but the sheer guilt of the bodies on his conscience held him captive.
"You okay?" echoed a voice. A random passerby saw Angel lost in sheer terror and called out. Angel, not acknowledging the voice and lost in his dismay and panic, sprinted and leaped onto the rooftops.
Crashing to the floor, he lay against the cold ceramic as the emotions swirled. He tried his best to compose himself and regained his footing, now crouched. He decided to try and ease his mind by taking a simple task, such as courier work or simple guarding. His thoughts lingered on the bank, and he decided to walk toward it to see if anything needed doing.
On the way, Angel saw the sprawling life, which showed what Forskellie could have been. No matter where he walked, his thoughts lingered back; it haunted him. Worse was the fact that he didn't die trying. He had ruined his core values by fighting an opponent who was completely out of his league and hell-bent on destruction. Angel was also an instrument of their destruction, having completed contracts for Kumi. He was deeply ashamed and bore the guilt of these actions for the rest of his days.
Nearing his destination, Angel saw the massive bank. The columns were gilded with gold, and the entire structure was white marble. Its whole grand design was a spectacular view to behold, and the locals most likely aspired to work within its halls. Heading through the massive wooden doors, Angel saw luxury and high class compared to the market and common folk out on the streets.
He approached the middle reception desk. Behind it was a quirky, odd-looking fellow. His beard was long and hairy, and his hair was like the Mad Hatter's but fully grey and dying, showing his decaying and withering body. He was a slump of a man, almost looking like his frame would collapse at any minute.
"Name, and who are you here to see?" the man's voice sounded deep and croaky.
Angel's eyes widened, and he replied in a disarming voice,
"Nobody. I was actually hoping to find some work around here, such as a courier or maybe protection of assets or packages." His eyes narrowed, guilt still tearing at him.
"I'm well-apt in fighting and being a shinobi, though I want light work, nothing high-risk. This is sort of a vacation, you could say," Angel uttered with a tone of hidden remorse and guilt.
The man, Rodrik, huffed and thought for a few moments.
"As a matter of fact, I do. The recent outcast... he was the income and lifeblood of a lot of outside trade and folk of the dock. Though, due to some new evidence and rumors coming to light, the town folk and people refuse to deal with him. This leaves me in a perilous position. As the town's mail service and asset holder, I need this delivered."
Angel knew this was menial work below him, but it was exactly what his soul and body needed to repair and think on current and past events further. He glanced at Rodrik, indicating that he accepted the job. Rodrik slowly bent over, retrieving a package from behind the counter and a large golden envelope stamped with a green crest belonging to a family Angel didn't know.
"Head over to the far east of town. You will see a massive manor alone on its own section, followed by four acres of working land with crops. It is very hard to miss." His face crept into a half-smile; joy must have briefly overfilled him.
Angel retrieved the items, put them in his knapsack, and began his journey. He started to travel fast, knowing this was a very large settlement as he first entered the county.
Hours would pass.
The light began to dim, and the night started to creep in. Citizens began heading indoors, and the streets and land fell silent. Angel was close and arrived at the outer edge of the manor. It was a grandeur mostly made out of a dark assortment of wood. It was very different and definitely not cost-effective, as wood was very scarce around the Badlands.
Heading to the massive outer gate, a large golden 'B' was embroiled on the metal. The guards called out to Angel, taking a defensive stance.
"Whoa, friends. I'm simply a courier. I bring items for Mr. Braithwaite from the bank. I shall leave them with you and be on my way."
The guards looked tenser. It seemed Rodrik wasn't wrong; these were the aftereffects of the locals threatening Mr. Braithwaite. He never actually dealt with attackers or strikes, hence his guards looking shell-shocked.
"Fine, but be quick and on your way, stranger, otherwise things will turn sour fast."
Taking note, Angel approached cautiously but quickly. He didn't want anyone to get a trigger finger and launch some form of attack against him. He took out the package and placed it through the slot in the fence with the envelope in tow. He then backed up immediately and left the surroundings and the landmark with haste.
Leaving Landmark
-Mission End-
