Mystery Novels and Holy Relics [aw/sage/Valkerie]

[Giza Ulrich-Reinhilde]

ooc: +5.

please check this thread to see who's intending on joining, any ooc scheming etc.

Sage and Valkerie are expected - one, maybe two more could join

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The Derbert Military Museum was little more than a small, unimpressive white wooden house with a faded black roof and door. The back entrance was entirely open, exposing the collections of Canadian war memorabilia to the elements. Most of it had been ravaged by man long before nature contributed its ware. Hidden beneath the layers of dust on the ground were shards of broken glass, and empty display cases held only light etched silhouettes of where the arms they once housed used to rest. Giza carefully toed through the blanket of sharp edges, hungry eyes sizing up the remainders of the exhibit, digits twitching eagerly at her sides.

She moved first to an overturned faceless manikin. It had been deprived of its jacket and boots, but its fatigue pants and helmet remained. She removed the latter and settled it over her small head. The over-sized head gear slumped forward, nearly falling over her brow until she caught it and pressed it back. Next she claimed an RCAF messenger bag, slinging it over her shoulder. The old cracked leather satchel was empty and in desperate need of an oiling. She began to fill it with knickknacks from the giftshop: A coffee mug, memorabilia pins, the last remaining unbroken snowglobe. She cradled the ob as it if were a sacred treasure before tucking it away.

Her frenzied hunt came to an abrupt halt when she spotted a diorama of the battle of Vimy Ridge, nearly nicking herself en route to the display. She recognized the German emblems set in entrenched opposition to the Canadians. Her tail began to sway intently behind her as she tried to decipher the three dimensional story sprawled out before her. Somewhere in her reading, she began to give voice to her imagined narrative – quietly at first, but with graduating enthusiasm. Soon she had fully developed characters, each with their own distinctive voices which she acted allowed as she moved about the figurines.

“And so at last, the pathetic opposition falls to the mighty hand of the German Empire! ” She cackled maniacally with a slight wave of the figurine she’d characterized as a ruthless general. She punctuated the declaration with surprisingly accurate explosion sound effects as the majority of the Canadian troops were toppled with a swipe of her small hand, scattering them about the miniature barren muddy trenches.

She delicately retrieved the Canadian soldier she’d made the hero of her tale and lay him on his back. Her features twisted and she took on a sombre, pained expression.

“Alas. I am defeated. My only regret is that I will never see my beloved Caroline again. ” She lamented in a smooth baritone.

Right on cue, she quickly produced a pamphlet bearing an image of a proud modern female pilot offering a patriotic salute. It was the only suitable image of a female the museum had to offer. She held the glossy stand in near the fallen soldier, unfazed by the discrepancy in scale between the two. Her performance carried on as impassioned as ever.

“What – what are you doing here, my love? ” She gasped lowly.

“I enlisted in the field medic unit – but I only wanted to find you, to take you home. ” She cooed femininely.

She gave a light shake of her head and dropped her voice once more. “...I cannot lie. I fear you are too late. ”

“No! ” She yelped.

“Hush, my love. Remember me in happy times – by the lake near your father’s – where you were gilded in fireflies. So many of them... I can see them now... ”

Her taper into silence marked the soldier’s demise. She delicately placed the pamphlet next to the figurine, and assumed an authoritative, naratorial tone. “Caroline never remarried or bore any children, but she was never alone. She carried the memory of Elliot with her for the rest of her days, and returned to the lake near her father’s every summer to be bathed in the heavenly light of the firefly glow.”

Though you’d have to be watching from a very particular angle to catch it, tears were beginning to well in her eyes.

[Valkyrie de le Poer]

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OOC: I hope neither of you mind me setting the scene just a little bit more. pp of sage was approved btw. +5

Valkyrie had been wandering the packlands rather early today, normally she would not find herself outside of her cozy den until well after the sun had risen, but today was different. Her gamboge eyes twinkled extra curiously today, if only because her mood had been brighten by the appearance of her dear owl friend, Hextor. She was excited to get this day started, and since it was still dark outside, Hextor could easily join her for a longer time until he would want to rest. He could also hunt and do whatever while he was out of the caves. Valk had gotten on her favorite blue dress, it being a rare fabric that the wolvens whom had given it to her had found and slightly restored with other pelts and stuff to make it pretty again. She had worn it out though, for it had been worn plenty of times before now and it was starting to rip at the bottom and frayed. Once she learned how to read and write, she'd be able to read on how to make clothing. Or she could find someone who was into the trade who wanted an apprentice. The woman had been on the run though, her maw pulled back in a huge grin as she seemed to dance on dainty feet and on long limbs. She always had been an awkward sight, her limbs tall yet her body small, and her big ol' ears that would forever be like huge radars on her head. The woman was followed by her feathery friend whom flew above her, dodging tree branches and the like to navigate through the wooded area they would have to go through to get to wherever Valkyrie had decided to go.

First she had followed a particular scent that she often did smell around the packlands as of late, it was a burning herb. She had been told what it was before, Marijuana she believed it was called, and she knew that it had been mind-altering and she wasn't really digging that, so she never had tried it. She knew that there were a few people in Inferni that used the drug though and she wondered who would be at the end of the trail that she had been following. It wouldn't take her too long to run into one of the newly promoted Optios that she had chatted shortly with before, and she had seen around Inferni. She had found the woman to be pleasant and it made Valkyrie confident in Inferni changing their ways since they had such a sweet woman at the top of the hierarchy with the fierce Halo Lykoi and Ezekiel De le Poer. It balanced them out, and maybe one day if she could prove her loyalty to the clan once again, she would be able to redeem herself a nice place as the historian of Inferni. It seemed like a good healthy and comfy spot for her to be in. Valkyrie had invited Sage to accompany her this morning on her adventures, and Sage agreed to it, and then they were off to wherever she had decided to take them. Valk had walked out towards the end of the mansion property line and she had caught a scent that was infernian, but unfamiliar to her, which had made her curious as to whom it could be, and where they were at, what they were doing. Hextor would rejoin the two from his perch on top of the mansion as they would approach a place that Valk had never seen before with all of her crazy adventures that would happen around the lands of Inferni.

There was an inquisitive glow about the de le Poer woman, her bright eyes seeming to sparkle in the morning's darkened light. A scent would turn into a voice, and the woman got slightly excited by the sounds she was hearing, something dramatic, like a story, and Valkyrie couldn't help but wag her tail as she had heard the story unfold, and she peeked around the corner, so she could see the storyteller and her antics. Her long tail wagged lightly behind her and a friendly smile sat on her lips as she watched the other woman play with the figurines. The story would come to an end, and she had ended up giggling and starting to clap her hands together as if she was entertained by the show, and she most definitely was. 'hat was'a awe-somes story, lil' lady. the woman spoke to the smaller woman, she then would turn her masked face to her Optio and smiled at her. Dontcha think, Sagey? the woman asked the red nosed woman.

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[Sage River Lykoi]

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Sorry for the wait, d'oh. >< Sage is all weird and twitchy lmao. xD WC: 569

She'd stumbled upon Valkyrie up at the Mansion in the morning, and thought it fun to enjoy a relaxing day with another lady. After all, it wasn't often that she could feel any sense of camaraderie with her fellow clansmen; usually, she was avoided. But Sage and Valkyrie were much more similar. They got along easily, despite having been rare acquaintances before this day. Together they chatted, laughing and talking as they strode in an unknown direction, Sage blissfully following Valkyrie, trusting that she knew the path.

Through the smoke and haze that Sage produced, she could hardly pay attention to their surroundings, and minutes later they had stumbled on an unfamiliar landmark. Shocked, Sage's bleary eyes widened as she gasped.

Before her stood a ruined complex; something entirely human, entirely militaristic. A small hand cupped over her mouth as golden eyes scanned the decayed scene. As they advanced through the tattered hallways, Sage felt the strong urge to leave; she didn't want to be exposed to all of these articles and documents of war. It was all so terrible and horrifying; so many people had died. The monuments that had remained standing brought even more grief into her heart. How had this not been discovered before?

With coffee ears against her skull and tail lower than normal, she followed her pumpkin-colored friend. Hopefully, there were no working guns here. Her hair stood on end at the mere thought.

Suddenly, she heard an explosion. It must have been small, because it was very quiet. Acknowledging that the de le Poer girl had heard it as well, they pressed forward. Sage was reluctant, but her nose revealed to her a foreign scent; one that was freshly Infernian. Intrigued now, but still wary, she followed silently. Large ears rose atop her head, discarding the ashen roach of a joint to the floor. As her eyes fell on the woman, something highly familiar was recognized, but she was unsure what; who did she look like? Putting the thought aside for the moment (if only because she had to), Sage watched the miniature play intently. When the story concluded, and Valkyrie applauded, Sage couldn't help but grin; she was so exuberant. It was kind of nice. The girl turned in question to Sage, whose eyes flickered to her briefly before setting her vision straight, eying the battle scene through dreamy, lilted eyes.

"Oh yes, it was lovely," she mumbled softly in vague agreement; truthfully she didn't like battles and wars, even if it was only a fake story.

The tanned Optio took several steps closer to the new stranger, half-lidded eyes inspecting her for resemblance, but she just couldn't place it. Instead, she gazed around the room, her mouth agape, brows furrowed in the slightest concern. A stronghold, however broken, could either be of great use or of great danger to Inferni. She hoped her fellows could learn restraint.

"I just can't believe this place has always been here," she breathed, amazed and slightly nervous. Sage had never seen a working gun, thankfully, but she had seen plenty of other weapons stored and depicted here. She would need to defend herself with or against these things? She had a lot of work to do. Swallowing, she turned took a calming breath, turning friendly eyes back to her companions. Sage would need to explore this place, whether she wanted to or not.

[Giza Ulrich-Reinhilde]

ooc: 5+. No worries on both counts. Glad to have you both aboard. Can't wait to see what's in that bunker XD
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Giza nearly shot off the ground at the sound of foreign voices. In her line of work, being caught off guard was a most grievous mistake - one that more often then not would come at a mortal toll. She leaped near six inches in the air, her feet lightling impacting the floor with rehearsed grace as she fell, but the subtlety was for naught. The oversized helmet slid from her head onto the diorama, scattering model soldiers in its clamorous impact. Her lean form nimbly swerved around the model display, placing it between herself and the newcomers. When she recognized then to be Inferni, she expected to be chastised for her recklessness, and couldn't stop her brow from lifting in surprise at the praise she'd received for her little impromptu performance. Lorelei, or any given member of her former clan, would have been quick to dole out a severe and lasting reminder of the importance of being aware of one's surroundings. Normally she'd lap up praise like lines of sweet honey, but her embarrassment at having been caught at her most uninhibited was apparent.

This only deepened at the sight of the young tallish coyote in her sky colored dress. Despite being worn about the edges, the garment reminded her of the near human lifestyles adopted by her Europen counterparts. In Leipzig, clothing was more commonplace, but it was a luxury denied her based on her caste and purpose. Trudging about enemy lines requires frequent shifting and time spent in lupus form. Giza had grown accustomed to living without clothes on her back, but suddenly in this girl's presence she felt scandalously nude. Her arms folded defensively against her chest as she looked toward the second female permeated with the scent of burning herb. She knew her name, only because she had been told the woman would be her immediate superior and had done a little inquiring about her. Giza had yet to approach Sage herself, which was admittedly bad form, but familiarizing herself with clan territories had taken precedence over the daunting task of managing first meetings. It seemed as if fate had finally forced her hand in the matter.

"My name is Giza. Your cousin informed me I'd be working under you. -There isn't much here, but there's more." She introduced herself through thick German tones and quickly transitioned to an offering. The slight girl was was already eager to impress the Optio.

With the same skillful sureness of foot in which she entered the abandoned building, she carried her narrow frame out of the museum and toward an area of the base largely covered in lose dead leaves. There was an outling of a heavy door beneath them. It had been too heavy to lift on her own, but perhaps with their help the barrier would yield. Under the influence of social nerves, she hadn't given either of the women opportunity to respond before she was headed toward her destination. She crouched low, hooking her fingers under the heavy edge.

[Valkyrie de le Poer]

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OOC: I suck for the wait. I had to get other posts for my others done. bobbi you can pp them opening the door in your post if you'd like. +5 (579)

Sage had agreed with her solemnly, and was quick to dismiss the story for what a wonder this place was. Valkyrie was interested in the place, but she happened to also be very interested in this new woman, for she smelt new of Inferni. Valkyrie heard her accented voice when she spoke to Sage. She admired the sound of the woman, and had never heard it before (she'd fail to meet the other resident Germans that lived within Inferni) so she found the accent of her voice to be unique, and Valkyrie instantly was curious as to where she was born, and where she came from, and how she got here, to Nova Scotia (she knew it wasn't an NS accent because she knew what that sounded like) and how long it took her. Valkyrie's head stormed with ideas, and questions, and her tail wagged at her rapid thoughts as she looked to the German girl with her wide, inquisitive gamboge eyes on Giza. My name is Valkyrie De le Poer. the woman spoke, knowing that there was a distant relation between herself and Sage as well, but not knowing exactly what Sage was to her. A first cousin or something of the sort? She didn't feel like thinking that hard and finding all of that information. Maybe one day she would be able to ask Kaena of the whole of the Lykoi family and how she was involved in it. She knew she wasn't a direct relative of the Lykois, but she did know that The de le Poer family was tied with the Lykoi family because of the fact that there was Ezekiel and Talitha Lykoi who also took the De le Poer name instead of the Lykoi name. She knew that they were not particularly of the same branch, but Valk knew that the Lykoi family infected her family tree as well, not in a bad way of course, Valkyrie just knew that there was some relation between the Lykoi and De le Poer families. She would be curious to find out the actual lineage if she was able to get her hands on such information. When she learned how to write, she'd make sure to send her grandpa a letter so that she could get what he knew about the subject as well. That was a really good idea to her, and she'd make sure that she would do this at a later time.

Your accent isa' wonderfuls, Giza, where do ya' come from? the woman asked the smaller, coydog that had stood there in front of her for a moment before moving to head to a different part of the base they had found behind the mansion. Valkyrie was quick to follow behind the woman, wondering where she was going, and not failing to look at all the things that were around the place still. There were old bullet cases on the ground, in which Valkyrie would pick one up and take it with her to show to the others. She didn't get to show them right away because her investigations let her fall slightly behind within the group of three ladies. She still ended up being at the door to help open it in time, her fingers grabbing the edges and her pulling as hard as she could to try and get the door to open for them. With all three of them, they should have gotten it open, she was sure of this.

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