[ The sylvs for this are paltry compared to ones for the Beast Hunting Guild, but she liked to mix things up a bit. From time-to-time there were interesting enough tasks put up and this one seemed up her alley, though it was usually ghouls and not ghosts she happened to be familiar with. Still, body parts floating around? Sounded plenty like science gone wrong. Maybe they didn't float at all. It could be something much more dangerous and if people were passing around these little stories, it meant they'd come looking for it. Nip the mark in the bud before it becomes a problem, she supposes.
The forest is dense with the warmth of summer, but much too quiet for her liking. The way she moves is still too much like she's controlled, utterly silent without even the crunch of branches beneath her; light footfall, combat knife in hand, ready to defend herself if she must.
She barely catches a rustling before the shock of stone occurs. She doesn't know what to describe it as, but she thinks back on the monsters out here -- massive golems and ferocious wolves. And men. Jill dodges anything that comes her way even if it is seemingly a halfhearted warning rather than meant to wound and when the voice comes along with the visual her knife is twisted in her hand and put back in the sheath along her calf. ]
Yeah, well, it's nice to see you again, too.
[ That guy. 76. Jack. She'd only really known his name because of the way he looked at that tomb and Gabriel being nowhere near as subtle as he must have thought he was being.
Hand to hip, head cocked, Jill gazes at him somewhere between amused and expectant. ]
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The forest is dense with the warmth of summer, but much too quiet for her liking. The way she moves is still too much like she's controlled, utterly silent without even the crunch of branches beneath her; light footfall, combat knife in hand, ready to defend herself if she must.
She barely catches a rustling before the shock of stone occurs. She doesn't know what to describe it as, but she thinks back on the monsters out here -- massive golems and ferocious wolves. And men. Jill dodges anything that comes her way even if it is seemingly a halfhearted warning rather than meant to wound and when the voice comes along with the visual her knife is twisted in her hand and put back in the sheath along her calf. ]
Yeah, well, it's nice to see you again, too.
[ That guy. 76. Jack. She'd only really known his name because of the way he looked at that tomb and Gabriel being nowhere near as subtle as he must have thought he was being.
Hand to hip, head cocked, Jill gazes at him somewhere between amused and expectant. ]