Escorting, Guarding & Warding I (Nikki/Solo/Mini-Event)

**Nikki** · Fri Aug 23, 2019 2:00 am

Guild :

Phantom Lord

Jewels :

4,980,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Vampire

Experience :

305,500

Reputation :

2,800

Class :

Berserker

Magic :

Wildfyre

Strength :

61

Speed :

114

Constitution :

63

Endurance :

51

Intelligence :

61

Mana :

1150

Weapon :

Chaos Claws

Ring :

Ring of Muu

Companion :

Merry The Machia Exceed

WORDS: 350 | TOTAL: 350 | READY TO RUMBLE

Getting paid to do nothing is pretty nice, but… A soft sigh escaping the lips of a brunette as she sauntered down the streets with a sullen expression and a drink in her hand, while she might have preferred it to be something a little bit stronger than a slim necked jar of cola, unfortunately the dull circumstances that Nikki Marcello found herself in demanded something a little bit more ‘respectable’, and that was only adding to her woes really. Not on her usual routine of chase down the bad guy and bring him in for the big buck but rather chasing after what felt like the closest thing she could ever find to a ‘steady pay check’, while she had the option of going back onto her old game whenever she wanted, right now the warrior woman was trying her hand at what they might call a day job, and thus far was not particularly impressed with it.

It ain’t half boring? Sure, the idea of rocking up to the back streets of Crocus and keeping an eye on the place for some easy coin seeming like a good idea at the time, in all honesty our heated heroine had hoped for a little more excitement while doing it. So far only seeming to settle squabbles between neighbours and clip the ears of kids for pinching sweets from shops, while her day had been rather simple, it had also been more tiring than any that she could remember.

I mean I get that for these fools it’s nice for things to be peaceful, but… A girl like me feels like she’s dead when her blood ain’t pumpin’? Certainly feeling that she was not the sort of soul who was suited for the doldrums of daily life or at least working like the common man or woman would, all that the black beauty could do was sigh and sip on her drink as she swaggered around the sweets, feeling like the sweet set of shades she sported for the occasion were completely going to waste while she did so. Not exactly excited by the prospect of acting as a town guard even in the beginning but holding a certain ironic amusement in the task, even that was starting to wear thin for her, though there did still seem to be at least a few highlights left…

~Playing With Fire~

"~ You Might Get Burned ~"

- Nikki Marcello

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Nikki** · Sat Aug 24, 2019 2:15 am

Guild :

Phantom Lord

Jewels :

4,980,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Vampire

Experience :

305,500

Reputation :

2,800

Class :

Berserker

Magic :

Wildfyre

Strength :

61

Speed :

114

Constitution :

63

Endurance :

51

Intelligence :

61

Mana :

1150

Weapon :

Chaos Claws

Ring :

Ring of Muu

Companion :

Merry The Machia Exceed

WORDS: 341 | TOTAL: 691 | READY TO RUMBLE

I wonder what the Runies would make of it if they knew though? The crimson eyed combatant cocking her head as she continued along the little route that she had chosen somewhat at random, though she was not particularly enjoying her role as a patrolling policeman, Nikki did find at least one aspect of her new role just a little bit amusing. So far her new identity seeming to hold up well, none had seemed to suspect that the surly siren was operating under a name she had borrowed from the niece of an old friend.

Imagine their faces if they knew that the ‘Crimson Inferno’ was currently walking the beat like a regular old lawman? The ‘real’ girl behind this character that she had composed likely still a wanted woman, while a few years had separated the soul now known as Miss Marcello from the persona named Christina Benedict, the brunette had to guess that on some level a former member of a dark guild was still one someone’s radar. Not particularly interested in resuming her old life of crime really but at the same time finding the fact that someone who once spent so much time squabbling with the knights of the country was now doing their work, even though she might have been flying a little close to the sun to do a job like this in the capital, it entertained her in one small way to do so.

Fuck, even worse, imagine what the guys from Eidolon would say to me? This naturally lending no shortage of irony to the task she was performing, it would have been rather sardonic for a soul such as this to be the one turning in criminals from the street, and Nikki could already imagine how she might get laughed at and teased by the miscreants she once thought of as her family for what she was doing now.

Damn, I hope I don’t have to take down anyone I know…? A girl having to do what she could to survive of course but the beauty in black still feeling rather mortified of running into someone she knew while doing a job like this, while it would have been better for her ‘cover’ to show a stern disregard for familiarity should she come across an old acquaintance, the fiery femme still did not like the idea of doing so…

~Playing With Fire~

"~ You Might Get Burned ~"

- Nikki Marcello

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Nikki** · Tue Aug 27, 2019 8:26 am

Guild :

Phantom Lord

Jewels :

4,980,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Vampire

Experience :

305,500

Reputation :

2,800

Class :

Berserker

Magic :

Wildfyre

Strength :

61

Speed :

114

Constitution :

63

Endurance :

51

Intelligence :

61

Mana :

1150

Weapon :

Chaos Claws

Ring :

Ring of Muu

Companion :

Merry The Machia Exceed

WORDS: 342 | TOTAL: 1033| READY TO RUMBLE

“Nooo! Leave me alone!”

A scream from the street attracting the attention of Miss Marcello and certainly seeming to stimulate that need for excitement that she felt, though perhaps a more responsible soul might have dashed straight to the source of the sound this particular dark haired dish was more disposed toward finishing her drink before doing so. Necking the majority of what remained of her beverage before breaking into a stride which itself soon transformed into a reasonably paced run, maybe it was a reflection of the way in which the black battler had brought herself up but she found it easy to scope out the direction that the scream had come from, and head there in short order.

Sounds like it’ll probably be a pain in the ass… Never having much of a preference to get anywhere in a speedy fashion and yet the red eyed runner still seeming to maintain a decent level of dashing skill all the same, while she knew that whatever waited for her was probably no pleasant thing from the sound of the scream, that didn’t really put her off at all. Used to seeing sights that the average man or woman might gape or gip at, Nikki had been desensitized to horrors and so whilst some might have been apprehensive at what lay in front of them when responding to a piece of provocation like a yelp of desperation, she felt something different.

But at least it should be more interesting than wearing my shoes out? The heart of our heroine hammering but not because of fear or really much because of the running she was doing, instead Miss Marcello found herself something of a slave to the excitement that she sensed at the end of her trail, and on some level knew that anything was better for her than the dull patrol she had been doing. The priorities of our pugilistic protagonist twisted by years of misadventure and misanthropy, she did not recoil in the face of danger but instead found that she was thrilled by it, and as such would likely always lead the kind of life that few others could cope with. However, it suited her just fine…

~Playing With Fire~

"~ You Might Get Burned ~"

- Nikki Marcello

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Nikki** · Tue Aug 27, 2019 8:26 am

Guild :

Phantom Lord

Jewels :

4,980,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Vampire

Experience :

305,500

Reputation :

2,800

Class :

Berserker

Magic :

Wildfyre

Strength :

61

Speed :

114

Constitution :

63

Endurance :

51

Intelligence :

61

Mana :

1150

Weapon :

Chaos Claws

Ring :

Ring of Muu

Companion :

Merry The Machia Exceed

WORDS: 354 | TOTAL: 1387 | READY TO RUMBLE

Let’s have a look at what we’ve got here… This new life that she had found herself living seeming to be rife with opportunities to run to the rescue of others, while Miss Marcello had never really embarked upon it with the aim of being seen as some kind of hero, the frequency with which these incidents occurred was starting to become a little alarming to her. There always seeming like there was someone in need of saving, it was as if damsels in distress seemed to litter every corner and alleyway, but that was bothering the black beauty less and less these days. However, there was one thing about this situation that caught her eye.

That’s…! Expecting to turn a corner and found some dumb girl set upon a thug or multiple thereof, while indeed there was a fair haired femme in trouble in front of the slightly breathless hero, there was something different about the woman whose rescue our raven haired ravager had run to. Frail looking as they all seemed to be but this one having a feature that not only defined her from the rest but also seemed to give Nikki a whole lot more investment in the situation, after having sized up a mean looking crook with a nasty looking dagger in his hand, our heroine looked toward something that was almost sentimental to her.

She looks like…? The fiery fox finding her gaze drawn toward a vivid set of green eyes which glistened like emeralds even as a set of tears lingered in front of them, Miss Marcello couldn’t help but feel an awful sense of déjà vu or something as she took in their glory, and even found herself stunned by them. Never expecting to see a girl with such brilliant and distinct eyes again in her life, they reminded the battling brunette of someone she had known a long time ago, though that would be a rather generous use of understanding really. At the very least conjuring the image of a little girl who knew Christina Benedict, the woman who used to go by that name was bowled over, and oddly even more enthused about her intervention as well…

~Playing With Fire~

"~ You Might Get Burned ~"

- Nikki Marcello

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Nikki** · Tue Aug 27, 2019 8:27 am

Guild :

Phantom Lord

Jewels :

4,980,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Vampire

Experience :

305,500

Reputation :

2,800

Class :

Berserker

Magic :

Wildfyre

Strength :

61

Speed :

114

Constitution :

63

Endurance :

51

Intelligence :

61

Mana :

1150

Weapon :

Chaos Claws

Ring :

Ring of Muu

Companion :

Merry The Machia Exceed

WORDS: 324 | TOTAL: 1811 | READY TO RUMBLE

Annamaria…? The sight of those emerald eyes making the mind of Miss Marcello roll back through years and years and finding a point where she herself had the surname of Benedict, she saw her own form as a little girl looking toward a figure whose features resembled the woman she looked at now, minus more than a decade of age of course. All too easily the raven haired ravisher remembering how she had always looked toward that girl and hated how perfect she seemed, back when she was the black sheep in the orphanage that pretty little thing was the angel, who had the love of both her peers and the nuns that raised them. She hated and on some level envied that girl back then, and because of that it would have been easy to leave her to her fate, to let her get attacked by that thug as some kind of punishment for the pain her very presence had forced upon the dark dish, but she didn’t.

Some force that she didn’t not realize let alone understand compelling the girl to action with more haste than she had ever felt in her entire life, while usually the fiery femme might have announced her appearance with a witty observation or maybe even a battle cry she did neither of these things. The tempestuous temptress not herself in that moment but someone else if that were possible, she acted on pure instinct, and this one was one of a protective ilk that saw no shame in hammering an enemy with their back to her. A part of our pugilistic protagonist seeming to sense that such grandeur and sentiment were a waste of time that she could ill afford as the fine figure with tawny tresses struggled with a crook in an alleyway, Nikki lunged forward with every ounce of pace and power that her potent physique could provide, and put all of it to good use.

~Playing With Fire~

"~ You Might Get Burned ~"

- Nikki Marcello

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Nikki** · Tue Aug 27, 2019 8:27 am

Guild :

Phantom Lord

Jewels :

4,980,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Vampire

Experience :

305,500

Reputation :

2,800

Class :

Berserker

Magic :

Wildfyre

Strength :

61

Speed :

114

Constitution :

63

Endurance :

51

Intelligence :

61

Mana :

1150

Weapon :

Chaos Claws

Ring :

Ring of Muu

Companion :

Merry The Machia Exceed

WORDS: 339 | TOTAL: 2150 | READY TO RUMBLE

“Hraaaaahhhhh!!!!” Only announcing herself vocally when she was close enough to do some major damage to the bag of douche who dared to lay a hand on someone she recognised and even then the act not entirely intentional, Nikki let loose the roar of a tigress as she sought to liberate the green eyed girl from the presence of the goon, and did so in a fantastic fashion. A brawling beauty who loved to break bones with her fist but on this occasion her instinct telling her that her long legs and firmly toed feet would be more advantageous in a situation like this, after jamming her heel into the ground the very second that she moved into battle range our heroine hurled her lower limb at the mugger with every ounce of strength and momentum she had, feeling very much inclined toward sending him through at least a couple of walls as she unleashed a sense of rage inside herself like none she had ever felt before.

“Tch.” The fiery femme finding herself somewhat disappointed when she discovered that the force with which she had hit the thug had proven not quite enough to break through the nearby wall, whilst she was quite successful in using the sheer kinetic energy that she had unleashed in wrenching this piece of garbage off the girl with the green eyes, it was a little lacking for satisfaction to see him smashing into but not through the brickwork nearby. However, she knew how to make up for that. Thrusting herself forwards with maximum prejudice once more and throwing her favourite fist hard enough at his face that in a way she half-expected to break the wall behind him as well with her blow, and the bleeder groaned and slumped to the ground along with his clattering weapon Miss Marcello did gain a measure of gratification, even if it wasn’t as high as she might have hoped otherwise. However, what happened next was something she didn’t expect, or even have the ability to deal with…

~Playing With Fire~

"~ You Might Get Burned ~"

- Nikki Marcello

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Nikki** · Sat Aug 31, 2019 2:23 am

Guild :

Phantom Lord

Jewels :

4,980,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Vampire

Experience :

305,500

Reputation :

2,800

Class :

Berserker

Magic :

Wildfyre

Strength :

61

Speed :

114

Constitution :

63

Endurance :

51

Intelligence :

61

Mana :

1150

Weapon :

Chaos Claws

Ring :

Ring of Muu

Companion :

Merry The Machia Exceed

WORDS: 348 | TOTAL: 2498 | READY TO RUMBLE | EMERALD EYES

“Humpaahhh!” Perhaps the combination of moves that she had unleashed upon the mugger the kind of thing that might have made a person look the epitome of cool but what followed certainly anything but that, as Nikki Marcello found her chest lifting up and falling down as she sucked on the air to replenish herself after her sudden offensive, she found she was astonished by the most awkward of acts a moment later. Letting loose what was ultimate half a grunt and half a gasp as something strong and tight wrapped itself around her body and gripped her with the strength of a bear, for a second the searing siren thought that a second attacker had the drop upon her and raised her hands high to beat them away, but all too quickly found her efforts curbed by a pair of bright green puppy dog eyes.

”Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!
I don’t know who you are, but you saved me!”

The girl who she had found tussling with a thug in the alleyway now tangling with the brawling brunette herself, though the message she spoke with was one of gratitude and the glittering green gaze she gave was enough to freeze even a fox this fiery in her tracks, our lady lead couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of panic when she found that soft form attached to her so securely.

“U-Uh, yeah, I-I guess?” Really pulled out of her element, while this was rather far from the first time that Nikki had found herself in such close and intimate company with a pretty girl, whatever mechanisms of her mind and manner that seemed to compel her into action but a moment ago now seemed to blight her in both motion and murmur as she stammered with surprise and no shortage of confusion. Not the type of girl who was easily flustered at any point in her life but suddenly stunned as someone who seemed so familiar got so very familiar with her, all that the formerly feisty femme could do was stand there and bat her lashes as she tried to make sense of what was going on, both outside her and more importantly within…

~Playing With Fire~

"~ You Might Get Burned ~"

- Nikki Marcello

credit to nat of adoxography.

**Nikki** · Sat Aug 31, 2019 2:23 am

Guild :

Phantom Lord

Jewels :

4,980,000

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Vampire

Experience :

305,500

Reputation :

2,800

Class :

Berserker

Magic :

Wildfyre

Strength :

61

Speed :

114

Constitution :

63

Endurance :

51

Intelligence :

61

Mana :

1150

Weapon :

Chaos Claws

Ring :

Ring of Muu

Companion :

Merry The Machia Exceed

WORDS: 376 | TOTAL: 2874 | READY TO RUMBLE| EMERALD EYES

“Goodness, he just came out of nowhere and pounced on me, I had no idea what to do? I was so scared…”

The young woman next to her seeming surprisingly chipper for someone who had just very nearly been mugged or worse than that, and also rather strong given how tightly she was hugging her, Nikki found her cheeks reddening and mind going blank as she endured the ‘reward’ for her efforts, and even on some level maybe enjoyed it.

“Uh, yeah?” Still somewhat bewildered by what was going on and that seeming to curb her usual capability for wit and diction in general, though it was slightly galling to have been immobilized by a figure like this one and then have her usual razor sharp conversational repertoire robbed from her as well, it seemed there was nothing she could do about it really. Apparently only able to give away answers of one or two words or syllables and it seeming to be some effort to even stop herself from stammering, really the whole situation was somewhat intolerable to this usually indignant individual, and yet at the same time it was also something that she felt she had no desire or strong inclination to deny either.

”And then you showed up and clocked him so hard.
Thank Illumin… And you, of course!

It really rather a confounding situation as a whole, the beleaguered beauty was left to simply nod and try not to frown too much as she tolerated her punishment for her instinctual intervention, and on no level would she notice let alone admit she was actually rather enjoying the attention from this chatty girl.

“R-Right…” Certainly it feeling like it would be the ultimate betrayal of that burning loathing she felt as a child toward the goody two shoes with green eyes to confess that being so close to her and seeing just how pretty she was up close was no bad thing, instead the bold beauty showed a side to herself that was something lacking in assertiveness, not even raising enough of a protest to this hug to shake it loose. Instead seeming to be simply resigned to her fate in a fashion that was somewhat uncharacteristic of her as a whole, all she could do was stammer and sigh and hope that the soft form that this girl possessed would release her soon, that sweet and flowery scent that the stranger gave off was starting to get the better of her, after all…

~Playing With Fire~

"~ You Might Get Burned ~"

- Nikki Marcello

credit to nat of adoxography.

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