» enter, justice brigade born from darkness
starter for @heroineofdarkness
Mission Board: Franzi Pans! ♪ Dressed from head to toe in yellow! Franzi Pans! ♪ Everyone in Leicester knows her! The Alliance’s most famous knight, found in the school–cause quite a fright!–but now she’s here, health’s in the clear, and now she’s come to say! ♪ “That hypothermia was nothing like what I faced in my 16th book, Holidays with Fraldarii Coarse! I’ll tell all in my seminar. For a fee, of course!” Professor Pans’ seminar promises sword tricks and book signings galore! But with rumors of stealing the credit of the real heroes that lived her stories flying about, are you really getting what you signed up for? [Grants Swords +1]
Laurent’s notice -- while unnamed, was clearly his -- alerted Gerome of his current endeavors. It seems the mage had a knack for involving himself in skirmishes these days. At first, he paid no attention to them, but the more he saw them, the more curious he grew of its contents. When he finally succumbed and gave it a read, Gerome recognized the tone of the write-up immediately. It just had to be his, he thinks.
After he fully absorbs the contents and finished confirming that there is some rumors around of this fake hero, Gerome bites. In his last skirmish, it was with another friend. That one was... harder to intervene in. It was personal. It was theirs to fix, or so he believes. This involves fighting someone of power-- or at least, high reknown. Perhaps this time around he can lend a hand. While not skilled with a sword, he knew he can assist Laurent in his own ways. All he needed was leads, so he’ll focus on that.
He begins getting as much information as he can before the day of the actual seminar. It grows close, so it was best to be prepared. Calling out a fraud required more than just simple rumors... what they needed was hard evidence. If the monastery invited such an individual, it must mean she established quite a good rapport for herself.
As he treks the courtyard, going over notes he’s written at the back of the flier from Laurent, fate intervened. A gust of air sweeps the flier away from his hands, and he fails to react fast enough to get it back. It flies in the wind, twirling in front of Gerome as if to mock him. It goes further and further away, above the tall shrubbery of the monastery and towards the other side.
“Tch.” He lets out a frustrated growl as he backtracks to find the entrance to the small area where students normally meet to converse or share tea. As he tries to catch up, the flier already found a new owner, it’s small dance in the wind ending with a loud SPLAT on someone’s face.