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Mayfair Vol 3 #4: Harrowing
**Somewhere in Daegu sewers, South Korea, 02:37:**
Callan: “So you’re 100% sure this is where we find a fucking base? In Korea?”
Forge: “Yes Cal, indefinitely, or would you want me to bake you cookies for the sake? You could stayed home.”
Callan: “Why are you such a arse?”
Forge: “Just the old me. Listen, the bald Rasputin speaks the truth. He’s a bastard, but the type of bastard who would risk for us to come here and secure the perimeters.”
Edris: “Just like the books.”
Forge: “Just like the books. Good gal. She gets it. You know, you’re not too bad after all. Catching up on the prowess of the wings despite the whole fucking court ordeal.”
Edris: “Thanks.”
Forge: “You happen ta sparkle, faerie?”
Edris: “Yeah. Dusty. Nothing more fun than sewer crawling.”
Forge: “Right ahead there’s this acidic wanker blocking the pathways—and in order to do that, enlighten me once more with the dust so I can blow it up.”
***
The gaskin was unkind. Especially to the judges who came back to a morning pile of litter and full of 20 bodies in the courtroom. It was now a crime scene, ridden with a foul stench that nobody could bear witness of the dead.
And for one there was Judge Graybane, who had been filled in by Vertex. She conversed with Judge Thow and Nord, her fellow juries who already had been as early as the dull clouds.
Nord: “The former Vertex captain surely knows how to pull a sleeve card of tricks.”
Thow: “Not as much as the Eltrocus, he’s a smart one. A better deceiver. Seems as we should be calling off today and investigate it in the other offices.”
Graybane: “Is there foul play? For all these connections, we’ve heard nothing from Seams all morning, and eyewitnesses said that Creek was also gone.”
Nord: “That makes them accountable. They’re murderers. If they can kill a legion of vampires, what could be worse than magicians swinging wands and killing humans? Next thing you know is there’s me drowning in my own shit.”
Thow: “Don’t make it worse than it sounds. Vertex. Nord, you said yourself. Even if Captain Wyndham had her records erased, her testimony has proved to be useful, and the Vertex commander is willing to comply with our actions.”
Graybane: “I wouldn’t mind spending another penny or dime to catch them. Have them tried, burnt at the stake perhaps? Re-enact Salem all over again…”
Nord: “Well, let’s start there, a manhunt. Valeryvich and his team. Wiped off the floor. Call in that order now.”
***
Filthy and greasy, the tirade of jokes and insults hurled was the last strength that kept everything going. And soon enough their plan worked. thanks to the nearly endless supply of Forge’s dynamites. And also, Callan’s timing. He was indeed the master of supplementing as a blacksmith, able to create mod pons, improvising even when under pressure.
Lastly, Edris, the fairy, youngest of them all, was put together on the team as Koles ordered and gave them a permit by using up the last of the teleporter. She came in handy having mastered the ability to shrink in size while flying, thanks to assistance by her peers. Her sand like powers proved to be too effective in killing the night creatures or whatever danger that pounced in their midst.
Edris: “We’re nearly there. But it’s been like, days since we’ve last heard from our friends. Did contact get loose or—“
Callan: “I assume they’re making the run. You know, everything we do always gets us in trouble. To keep this damn thing a low profile. Comms are off the grid.”
Forge: “Unlike you two I’m not a tunkie. I rely on my senses and magic itself. Yes, close, Hex. We are there. Keep your dust up before I need more explosion assistance.”
Edris: “Whenever you need.”
Forge closed his eyes and summoned a spell. He touched one of the walls and felt the rusting pipes, the tricking of the sounds, the rats and vermin nearby and pushed it further. The mechanics were ancient, but worthwhile and the door activated. He nodded to his team as they pushed the door through. Callan pressed the light button as Forge still kept the fire alive in his palms.
The base was medium in size, like an accommodation for a shelter of sorts. There were control panels everywhere, even a ritual circle was painted nearby. The team unloaded their belongings as Forge shut the door, cast another few spells ensuring they would be safe for now.
Callan: “I need a fucking shower. Cuz I can’t read all this Korean.”
Forge: “Alright. Piss all ya want. Not till I figure this out..ooh crackers. Disgusting. If it’s fossils and bones inside the tub, don’t ever call me, Kingsford.”
Callan: “I won’t. We’re gonna settle in, get the controls.”
Edris: “Coming right up. Here. It’s activated. We’re able to see the maps. Cathedrals, whatever shitty tunnel we’re going again! Fun.”
Callan: “Anyone spare me fancy wine and dine while I have my bath time?”
Edris: “Yeah, fuck you. We gotta hold the fort. No playtime man.”
As she configured the panels with Forge, who was attempting to conjure energy by digging through one of his spellbooks—the rarer ones, she already noticed something wasn’t right.
A snap of her fingers alerted Callan, who quickly ran out of the bathroom shaving cream in his face and half naked in a towel.
She noticed they had company. Targets were approaching their location, pinpointed on the map. And then in a flash it split into more than one. Then it divided into more.
Forge: “Well shite. Looks like this is the help we’re getting…or is it not?”
***
(Glossary)
Gaskin: Slang for bad weather.
Modpon: Slang for modded weapons.
Tunkie: Slang for tech junkie.
Mayfair Vol 3 #4: Harrowing
**Somewhere in Daegu sewers, South Korea, 02:37:**
Callan: “So you’re 100% sure this is where we find a fucking base? In Korea?”
Forge: “Yes Cal, indefinitely, or would you want me to bake you cookies for the sake? You could stayed home.”
Callan: “Why are you such a arse?”
Forge: “Just the old me. Listen, the bald Rasputin speaks the truth. He’s a bastard, but the type of bastard who would risk for us to come here and secure the perimeters.”
Edris: “Just like the books.”
Forge: “Just like the books. Good gal. She gets it. You know, you’re not too bad after all. Catching up on the prowess of the wings despite the whole fucking court ordeal.”
Edris: “Thanks.”
Forge: “You happen ta sparkle, faerie?”
Edris: “Yeah. Dusty. Nothing more fun than sewer crawling.”
Forge: “Right ahead there’s this acidic wanker blocking the pathways—and in order to do that, enlighten me once more with the dust so I can blow it up.”
***
The gaskin was unkind. Especially to the judges who came back to a morning pile of litter and full of 20 bodies in the courtroom. It was now a crime scene, ridden with a foul stench that nobody could bear witness of the dead.
And for one there was Judge Graybane, who had been filled in by Vertex. She conversed with Judge Thow and Nord, her fellow juries who already had been as early as the dull clouds.
Nord: “The former Vertex captain surely knows how to pull a sleeve card of tricks.”
Thow: “Not as much as the Eltrocus, he’s a smart one. A better deceiver. Seems as we should be calling off today and investigate it in the other offices.”
Graybane: “Is there foul play? For all these connections, we’ve heard nothing from Seams all morning, and eyewitnesses said that Creek was also gone.”
Nord: “That makes them accountable. They’re murderers. If they can kill a legion of vampires, what could be worse than magicians swinging wands and killing humans? Next thing you know is there’s me drowning in my own shit.”
Thow: “Don’t make it worse than it sounds. Vertex. Nord, you said yourself. Even if Captain Wyndham had her records erased, her testimony has proved to be useful, and the Vertex commander is willing to comply with our actions.”
Graybane: “I wouldn’t mind spending another penny or dime to catch them. Have them tried, burnt at the stake perhaps? Re-enact Salem all over again…”
Nord: “Well, let’s start there, a manhunt. Valeryvich and his team. Wiped off the floor. Call in that order now.”
***
Filthy and greasy, the tirade of jokes and insults hurled was the last strength that kept everything going. And soon enough their plan worked. thanks to the nearly endless supply of Forge’s dynamites. And also, Callan’s timing. He was indeed the master of supplementing as a blacksmith, able to create mod pons, improvising even when under pressure.
Lastly, Edris, the fairy, youngest of them all, was put together on the team as Koles ordered and gave them a permit by using up the last of the teleporter. She came in handy having mastered the ability to shrink in size while flying, thanks to assistance by her peers. Her sand like powers proved to be too effective in killing the night creatures or whatever danger that pounced in their midst.
Edris: “We’re nearly there. But it’s been like, days since we’ve last heard from our friends. Did contact get loose or—“
Callan: “I assume they’re making the run. You know, everything we do always gets us in trouble. To keep this damn thing a low profile. Comms are off the grid.”
Forge: “Unlike you two I’m not a tunkie. I rely on my senses and magic itself. Yes, close, Hex. We are there. Keep your dust up before I need more explosion assistance.”
Edris: “Whenever you need.”
Forge closed his eyes and summoned a spell. He touched one of the walls and felt the rusting pipes, the tricking of the sounds, the rats and vermin nearby and pushed it further. The mechanics were ancient, but worthwhile and the door activated. He nodded to his team as they pushed the door through. Callan pressed the light button as Forge still kept the fire alive in his palms.
The base was medium in size, like an accommodation for a shelter of sorts. There were control panels everywhere, even a ritual circle was painted nearby. The team unloaded their belongings as Forge shut the door, cast another few spells ensuring they would be safe for now.
Callan: “I need a fucking shower. Cuz I can’t read all this Korean.”
Forge: “Alright. Piss all ya want. Not till I figure this out..ooh crackers. Disgusting. If it’s fossils and bones inside the tub, don’t ever call me, Kingsford.”
Callan: “I won’t. We’re gonna settle in, get the controls.”
Edris: “Coming right up. Here. It’s activated. We’re able to see the maps. Cathedrals, whatever shitty tunnel we’re going again! Fun.”
Callan: “Anyone spare me fancy wine and dine while I have my bath time?”
Edris: “Yeah, fuck you. We gotta hold the fort. No playtime man.”
As she configured the panels with Forge, who was attempting to conjure energy by digging through one of his spellbooks—the rarer ones, she already noticed something wasn’t right.
A snap of her fingers alerted Callan, who quickly ran out of the bathroom shaving cream in his face and half naked in a towel.
She noticed they had company. Targets were approaching their location, pinpointed on the map. And then in a flash it split into more than one. Then it divided into more.
Forge: “Well shite. Looks like this is the help we’re getting…or is it not?”
***
(Glossary)
Gaskin: Slang for bad weather.
Modpon: Slang for modded weapons.
Tunkie: Slang for tech junkie.