Ghostbuster (Fisher/Mizore) COMPLETE

[John King Fisher]

Name: Ghostbuster
Rank: C
Post Limit:: 3
Objective: Nestled at the base of Mount Hakobe there is a particular mansion, which the locals claim is 'old as the mountain itself.' This mansion is the source of many horror stories, and sure enough, if one were to visit the mansion at night they would fall victim to many strange occurrences. Go there and defeat as many monsters as possible, but be warned, many people have entered, and few have ever seen the light of day again...
Reward: 250
Exp: 40

Another mission where he felt the need to join up with a partner, but this time it was one that was causing a lot more conflict wit Julia and Jasmine. He had expected Julia to throw a fit about another woman being around for a mission, but Jasmine was a lot more jealous than he had imagined. She had even started giving him the silent treatment this time, but Julia sadly did not follow along with that one. The woman, Mizoré DeFleur, had been recommended to him through a contact on the streets as a woman who used to be in the Shark Fang Guild. With a well known reputation as a dark guild, it was only natural that he take the advice and request her help for this one.

A haunted mansion was on the agenda tonight, in the base of Mount Hakobe where weird things were said to happen constantly to those who dared venture inside. No worries for a couple of mages, but he could see how normal, weak people like the villagers would be taken down. He had hardly said a word to Mizore out of fear of Julia refusing to work for this trip out. However, standing in front of the building was making him feel just a little bit uneasy right now. "Sure you can handle such a scary place like this? Supposed to be monsters all over in there."

[mizoredefleur]

"Dangerous? I don't give a damn, you can wet yourself for all I care." Mizoré spat the words, her teeth clamped together and her eyes narrowed.
She could already feel the wind brush against her pale skin as the area was cool and since it was at the bottom of the mountain, it was a plain sign that the weather was of some luxury for Mizoré.

She pondered for several seconds, looking up and letting her blue eyes flash with interest before looking towards her partner for the mission. "If you're like many people, you'd wet yourself the second you step foot. Me, I don't care. Let's get a move on." As her French accent push in, she headed in. Only wearing a white shirt that flared out at the sleeves around her shoulders and rested at the top of her breasts and the sleeves draped down at her wrist like fangs, a white skirt accompanying this apparel.

As she gazed towards a window, she saw a black form stand behind the glass before moving briefly off away from the window. Tilting her head, she let her white hair fall over her shoulders and shook her head. This trip was going to be interesting, the area was eerie and Mizoré could smell stale blood. Clearly something was possessed or inhabited this area and was going to be of some danger; especially because the mission was a C.

[John King Fisher]

"I hope you don't expect me to show off for you now. Just making sure you aren't going to disappear somewhere in here missy." Taking Julia and Jasmine from their holsters and twirling them on his fingers, Fisher entered the house behind his companion, letting the warm feeling of holding them fill his body. The floor boards seemed to creak with the groans of old age from each step he took into the haunted mansion that it was his duty to clean out. It shouldn't take too long, but Mizore's little attitude got to him just a tiny bit. There were little noises all through the house, and Fisher noticed quite a few shadows that seemed to move about.

Every time he turned to investigate however, there was nothing there to see except dust floating through the air. It was an eerie feeling to be watched and not know who it was that was watching you, or even be able to see them. "I hear them...but I can't see any of them." It was especially troublesome for a man who relied on his eyes for combat, and Julia and Jasmine didn't have eyes to assist him. Keeping his back to Mizore, so as to try and keep a view on the rest of the house and make sure none of the spooks were trying to back attack.

[mizoredefleur]

Mizoré put a foot forward against a rug that was in the center of the room, looking rather subtly placed. She glared up at the stairs and instantly leaped to the side, the sound of rumbling began to shake the stairs and her hand pushed against the floorboards as she rolled down and stood up.
Briefly moving to the staircase, she created a frozen ice wall that stood high and tall, thick and sturdy.

A bed began to crash down the stairs followed by a piano, colliding with each other as the bed hit the wall of ice.
She narrowed her eyes, hearing snickers from the top of the stairs and looked towards Fisher. "Don't thank me. We're not done yet, be ready to move." The second she said that, she dismissed the wall and the debris of the two pieces of furniture crashed down the rest of the stairs and landed on the rug, causing the floor to creak as they fell down a hole with the rug. Since the rug spread from the door to the stairs, anybody standing on it would either slip and fall backwards against the floor or against the rug and follow down into the hole.

"Some people are aware we're here and they want us out." her gaze whipped around to some giggling behind her and three ghosts crawled out of the wall, smirks on their face and giggling.
"Evidently, they're ghosts."

"Our master told us to greet you." One of them giggled and snickered.
Mizoré's eyes narrowed, her gaze flashing with anger. Clearly their master is a spiritual mage or a spirit, either way - He's going to die.
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Spell Name: Ice Wall
Type: Ice
Level: GreenHorn
Range: 2 metres
Description: Creates a wall around the wielder at a 2 metre length, preventing any attacks from hitting the caster. As she becomes stronger, the ice wall will increase in thickness and in size. Lasts until it's destroyed or melted. Only is effective to GreenHorn level spells.
Drawback: It's easy to break through, but can reduce damage. It's weak against fire and once damage it can't be fixed.

Mana: 9/10

[John King Fisher]

Mizore's sudden movement alerted Fisher to the danger as her leap to the side was made, bringing up a wall of ice to defend them against the random objects falling towards them. He followed her off of the rug, with guns up, aimed at the top of the stairs in anticipation for the enemy. Watching the debris spill onto the rug and down the hole, he realized that they weren't just here to stop some mischief of ghosts. The giggling drew his attention quickly, but the little smiling ghosts had already vanished with the notice of their master's wishes. It was to be expected that things were run by another mage, and it just made it easier to end it all.

"Good. We kill the mage, we get paid. What more could we ask for?"Even Jasmine and Julia were looking forward to taking out this nuisance for once. With traps like that, he would have to be careful where he started to step in this haunted house, especially when it came to opening doors or going up stairs. He was tempted to make Mizore go first, but he figured she would push her way through to the front anyways. Taking the first steps on the stairs, Fisher carefully made his way up, testing the stairs ahead each time before moving on, listening for the sounds of giggling ghosts.

[mizoredefleur]

Mizoré trailed behind Fisher, her eyes narrowed and she examined the area, the occasional giggling that echoed the room. She let her hands glow and firm into frozen claws, flexing her claws and snarling. The sound of a deep laugh from the side of her caused her attention to draw to the side, snarling. "There" she leaped, landing near the male who snickered.

The male turned, summoning some zombies who caught hold of Mizoré, causing her to smirk and slicing through the zombie in clean slices before charging towards the male, listening to rumbling and another bed crashed through the ceiling in front of her, making her move backwards before she got squished and the male smirked.

"You think you can beat me? Hah, don't be too cocky."
"You're making my blood boil, you better be careful" Mizoré snarled, her teeth becoming sharp and her eyes changing to a bloody red.

[John King Fisher]

Surprised by the impromptu arrival of their suspected target, Fisher didn't have a lot of time to react as the zombies were summoned and quickly shredded by the, unexpectedly, vicious Mizore. His guns flashing up to take aim were foiled by the summoned bed that crashed down, obstructing his view before he could pull off a shot. Adjusting his aim, Fisher fired a single Rubber Shot at the wall beside the man, which rebounded towards him in an attempt to, at the very least, force him to move. As capable as Mizore was, Fisher didn't want her to take all of the action for herself. Mostly because Julia would never let him hear the end of it if he didn't at least try to show up the Ice Queen.

The shot managed to get the man's attention, causing him to turn his focus away from Mizore, as he dodged to the side to avoid it. Another rubber shot was fired to try and maneuver him closer to the frigid woman and her deadly claws of frozen terror. What exactly she would do with this now was up to her, but Fisher had a few more trick shots up his sleeve if things didn't go as expected.

[mizoredefleur]

Mizoré just gave a simple tch as her partner shot rounds and the male would keep dodging them. She smirked, a snide and cruel smile creeping up her face and a deranged expression on her once blue, but now red eyes. A cackle emitted from her lips, they parted and the fangs inside revealed.

"Y'see, dear sir." She fell to the ground, letting her talons of ice form back into her pale hands, vectors of ice seeping through the ground and climbing around the males legs, stopping them from moving and creating a mountain of ice around his legs. "You're now unable to move for a few hours. By then, you'd be dead." She looked towards her partner, a clear sign she wanted him to finish off this male before standing up and brushing her fingers through her long snow-white hair.

Forming her bow, she summoned icy arrows, pressing them against the string and pulling. As the string was released, the arrows would penetrate his arms, splintering and sending shards into the nerves of his bones, rendering any attempt of movement. Afterward, she smirked. "Ma frére, it's simply your turn to finish off this monstrous being. My body wants thee blood that gives great pleasure." She pressed a finger to her lips and cackled a little, the smirk on her face once more.
"Finish him, kill him, do as you must. He needs to die and I need my delicious supplement of blood."

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Spell Name: Frostitution
Type: Ice
Level: Greenhorn
Range: 10 metres
Description: It freezes their legs up to their shins and immobilises them from moving. Casually melts away, then destroyed.
Drawback: The ice can melt easily, fire Mages and other Ice Mages can escape easily.

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Weapons: Sharp-Eye Ice Bow.

Description: A Bow made out of crystals and the string made of the finest thread. She uses it to aim arrows at the foe and releases, causing it the arrow to fly at high speeds and at the same time drain in some magic.

Level: Greenhorn
Price and Availability: About... 350 Jewels and not very rare.
Generally found with ice mages.
Drawback It's not very efficient if the wielder has bad aim and is incredibly weak to fire.

Mana: 7/10

[John King Fisher]

With the ice now firmly locking the man in place, Fisher raised his beautiful gun Jasmine up to to take careful aim. Placing the man's heart dead in his sights, Fisher gave a slight sigh and began charging his magic bullet with and Explosive Shot. "Personally I was hoping to have more fun, but since the lady wishes to drink your blood," he gave a slight shrug, "You simply have to die. I believe the correct term for that right now is... c'est la vie?" With that, Fisher unleashed the magic bullet from Jasmine's chamber, watching it plunge into the man's chest before detonating with a small, but deadly, explosion.

He turned his back as the man died, mostly to avoid actually seeing someone crazy enough to drink someone's blood. Jasmine and Julia as well felt the need to avoid seeing such a scene, quickly finding their holsters. Having random partners for a mission was a bit of a learning experience. Some preferred utter destruction of the enemies, and some liked to drink the blood of their enemies. "I think we're done here. Pleasure working with you, dear." With that he made his way to the exit of this previously haunted mansion.

[Durriken Petulengro]