[RPG • 100] Greenstone, 1633 | Speeltopic - Speeltopics

The bustle in the Silverhouse woke Reed up from his rather peaceful alcohol induced slumber. It had been a late but fun night yesterday, but nothing too crazy. Confused by all the noise outside of his bedroom door, he put on some clothes with half a brain cell and opened the entrance to his room, “What the FUCK…“ Right into someone’s face. He faltered, but finished his sentence, with a little less volume this time: “Is going on here?” Reed closed his door and helped up a hunter called Caleb Young, who was a little younger than himself. The poor sod was rubbing his face, which was understandable, getting kissed in the face by a door wasn’t the most ideal start of your morning. Or that was Reed’s bet anyway.
“I’m sorry for that,” Reed said defensively, motioning with a hand from the door to Caleb, who was now wringing his hands awkwardly. It caught Reed’s attention however and he squinted in suspicion at the younger hunter, who hadn’t said a word yet.
“Out with it, Squirt,” he proceeded barking at the younger man, who seemed to jump out of his skin. Whatever was bothering him, it seemed like he didn’t want to tell Reed. The latter got increasingly more impatient as the other stayed silent
“I-I-I,” Young stammered.
“Whatever it is you’re so afraid of, I’m right in front of you,” Reed threatened the younger hunter. Caleb seemed to become even a paler shade of white, which Reed didn’t think was humanly possible. “Spit. It. Out,” he enunciated every word and Caleb gulped and took a deep breath.
“Raphael Ackerman was found dead at Bloodlight Bridge,” he blurted out in one go. Now it was Reed’s time to lose some color in his face. He gripped Young by the shoulders and shouted in his face: “Why didn’t you tell me that immediately? Get out my face,” he shoved the astonished hunter to the side and ran back into his room, closing the door.

As fast as he could, Reed geared up. Properly this time. He laced up his boots, put his daggers and his flintlock in the right places, pulled his coat over the gun and lastly took his hand crossbow and some bolts with him. This time he opened his door with a lot more care than before. There were still people running around, but nobody really seemed to care he was there. His first instinct was to go look for Finn and Reed was already storming into her room, until he realized that he was the one to sneak her out of the Silverhouse just yesterday.
He facepalmed himself quite hard at his own stupidity. His brain didn’t stop racing though. Uncle Raphael dead? It seemed impossible to Reed. The next thought he got was ‘Misha’ and his legs took him outside to check out the training rooms under St. Adrians Cathedral. He sprinted from the Silverhouse over to the larger building behind it, alerting some people with his haste. The young hunter had not a moment to spare to look at the nice morning weather either.

Once inside it quickly became clear that everyone had abandoned the training rooms for the actual threat outside today. Reed cursed to himself and turned around on his heel. He had a goal and he needed to get there as quickly as possible. He had lost more than enough time with stupid Young and his stupid face not telling him the jig was up.
Back on track, Reed winded through the streets of Greenstone with a thunderous expression on his face. Most people jumped aside by themselves, knowing enough of the temperamental lad to know when to move. Although occasionally an angry ‘move’ or ‘out of my way’ was said in his stampede to what was now Misha’s workshop.
The poor hinges of the door protested under the wild swing Reed threw out while opening it. Doors should beware for Reed Ackerman today in general honestly. Reed scanned his surroundings, trying to find his Russian target. When he finally saw him, the power walked towards him, trying to evade tools left and right.
“Misha!” Reed yelled loudly, or in his case that would be normal. He halted in front of his now partner. “You must come with me at once,” he said, still a little out of breath from jogging through half of Hillside in his full gear. He paused for a second and looked the Rus in the eyes: “Uncle Raphael has been found dead at Bloodlight,” he uttered, his tone slightly vengeful as his mind did the fast track thing, assuming immediately who the culprit might be.