"Thank you, Mir... er, Miss Enomoto. I do intend to branch out eventually, but for now, fire seems to be more than sufficient at addressing our needs."
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Shiro spends a moment or two jostling through his backpack before pulling out a wand. He then takes a closer look at it, and hurriedly swaps it for a second wand. "Let's get you patched up", he blurts at Mirabelle. HP restored
Shiro saw an opportunity to hasten the conclusion of this fight, and took it. Focusing power once more through his gloves, he fired a gout of flame at the two ghouls still standing.
Shiro put on his ornately decorated lace gloves (his evocation implement, with 4 focus points invested in them), and took a five-foot step towards the doorway. He tightened his concentration, drawing power from his gloves and fired, from his palm, a searing beam of heat and light at the ghoul closest to Mirabelle
Then , he ducked back to his previous position.
Shiro raised his hand. "I suppose it might be too crowded if I were to accompany Margaret as well, but it would be worthwhile for me to at least visually examine them once it is practical for me to do so; I am fairly well-versed in matters related to the dead and undead. Also, if we cannot ascertain enough through mundane means alone, and if no one had any objections, I can... well...". He trailed off for a moment before continuing to speak: "...I can prompt the corpses to speak. Briefly. I cannot ask them questions, and what they say is frequently not helpful, but it has, in the past, yielded results."
Shiro set down his cutlery, having spent the last five minutes wolfing down the entire plate of potatoes. "Pardon my table manners: I... was actually so preoccupied by our meeting that I forgot about my meal entirely, and I haven't actually eaten since..." (Shiro thought for a moment before continuing) "...Yesterday, come to think of it." "Mirabelle, I'm honored to have your vote of confidence. Hopefully I don't sound conceited saying this, but I do believe I'd be able to come to make the most effective decision on most matters on which we would otherwise be deadlocked, and it's very likely I *do* have seniority out of the six of us.". He gave a little smile at that last remark, ever so briefly. "I'm not omni-competent of course, and depending on the nature of the situation, I will defer to whomsoever has relevant expertise or experience. That is, of course, assuming everyone else feels that we need a 'tiebreaker' position in the first place, and if they are willing to give me their vote of confidence for it. I don't mean to presume, after all."
Shiro seemed considerably more relaxed after hearing Alandre address his concerns. He was also rather embarrassed; somehow, he had failed to consider that anyone willing to put so much work into finding qualified individuals would also most certainly know enough about those individuals to not invite a witch if they were conducting a witch hunt, so to speak. He hoped that his embarrassment wasn't visible through his countenance. By the time Alandre was finished explaining the rest, his mind was made up. "It seems that this is a most crucial venture, if everything you say is true. I agree to act in your employ, Mister Burton; I support your cause, and frankly, my studies stand to benefit from both the nature of this work and from the improvement to my financial freedom. Furthermore, as I already reside in Absalom, there is no one I need notify save the woman from whom I was renting my current lodgings. I suspect she'll be happy to be rid of me; my belongings are not particularly organized by her standards.
Shiro still seemed to be digesting everything just explained. Particularly, he seemed to be sizing up Kotri; it didn't take a very attentive or socially-aware observer to notice his eyes looking her up and down. I suspect that our prospective employers, if not necessarily my potential companions, are aware, at least in a broad sense, of what I am. However, if they are not, it would be foolish, perhaps suicidally so, to tip my hand to someone obliged, by faith, to destroy all undead they encounter But Shiro's posture and expression noticeably changed as Margaret spoke. "Margaret", Shiro intoned, "has raised a number of very salient points. While certain sorts of undead do rise spontaneously, the vast majority are created beings... I suppose that to elaborate further would be to simply repeat what she has already made clear. Furthermore, I am a scholar, not a crusader, and I simply cannot be comfortable with any venture wherein we allow ourselves to be guided by zeal our and not by consideration and pragmatism. As such, I hope that none of us, former inquisitors included, expect us to immediately destroy every ghost, vampire, and dhampir we become aware of without any further thought."
So there were five others. Shiro smiled to himself. Six was one of his favorite numbers; the smallest perfect number, and possessing of several other pleasing and significant properties. A good number for what could prove to be a most educational venture.
Shiro gradually rose to his feet and walked over to a more central position in the tavern (or at least one less distant from everyone else). His gait was elegant, but a bit forced, as though he had to put conscious effort into coordinating his legs. He cleared his throat; whether it was because he hadn't spoken in a few hours, or because it was a typical (if rude) action of those waiting to be heard, wasn't quite clear. "I had been hoping to sit and observe for a bit longer, but if everyone is introducing themselves to one another, I suspect it would be rude of me not to do likewise." "My name is Shiro Berthomie: The given name is Tian-Min; the surname is Chelish. I am first and foremost a scholar... of languages, of mathematics, and of the occult... and a smattering of other subjects. I am also, however, something of a consultant, for people in Absalom who have sought aid in identifying and, in some cases, in resolving, supernatural influences that have struck their lives or livelihoods. I suspect it is this experience, as well as my considerable knowledge of subjects that are likely of interest to our mysterious employer, that drew his attention to me. Mirabelle, Keleni, Freyja, Margaret, and... er, forgive me for not knowing your name, Madame Tiefling" he said, gesturing at Mismeia "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances" GM only:
Knowledge (Religion) check to get some inkling of what's going on with Mismeia's voice / what it might entail. Spending 1 of 4 inspiration points (from Amateur Investigator feat) to add 1d6 to the result.
As it turned out, Shiro lived within walking distance of The Gilded Unicorn. It seemed an odd neighborhood for what was, according the letter held tight to his breast, such a fine establishment; certainly a safe and pleasant neighborhood, but hardly a lavish one. Now that he was in front of the place, he could say it hardly looked lavish either. He was beginning to suspect that whoever had penned the letter was perhaps rather prone to exaggeration, between this anomaly and all the dramatic talk of "creatures beyond death" and "horrible truths". Nevertheless, the inn was hardly out of the way, and Shiro had to admit that he was very curious. Perhaps the sender was counting on that. Shutting his parasol, Shiro stepped into the establishment and carefully shut the door behind him (making sure that it could not slam shut and draw attention to him). Noting that the counter-side seats already had their fair share of occupants, he made his way to the unoccupied table furthest from any other patrons and sat himself down. He then set himself to observing the place, hoping to spot anyone else who seemed to be doing the same (or anyone else with an envelope or a key in general).
I am here. Character's been basically finished for the past two days, and I finally have the backstory in a single comprehensible document. |