No More Fun And Games

Mirela Djuric leaned back on the bench she was sitting on. It was a hot day in Constantinople. She wore a revealing blue top, showing her stomach and cleavage, and was decorated with golden details. The sleeves stopped around her mid-forearm. She also wore a brown and blue striped skirt with a long piece of dark blue cloth wrapped around her waist. Golden necklaces hung from her neck, glinting in the sun. A silver circlet lived on her head. A wicked curved knife hung from her waist. She was slender and beautiful, and went barefoot.

She was Romani, a thief and "fortune-teller" in her spare time. When she wasn't doing jobs for the Templars. Luckily, she had nothing to do today but relax. She closed her eyes and exhaled. A few seconds earlier than she would of liked, the sun dissappeared. Opening her eyes, a hooded man wearing white robes stood in front of her.

"Vali." was her response.

"Mirela." he replied, sitting next to her.

"Come to ruin my day off?" he always chuckled at her sarcastic comments.

"I am hurt by your accusations!" he replied in mock offense.

"There there. It's okay. I didn't mean it." she said flatly. He laughed, she smiled.

"I'm off too. At least we get decent holidays. Not like..." he trailed off. The trickster "Hmm"'d in reply. "I guess Templar work kept my mind off of it. So, anything new?"

"No. What about you?"

"Nothing much. Although..." Mirela smiled. He wanted to tell her something. "...have you heard of Seraffo's new "rival"?"

"No. What do you mean?"

"Someone called Agrippa, he says he practising "alchemy"."

"Is that not the same as Seraffo's work? Why do you mock the word?"

"Seraffo made clear to me that it's not the same, something about magic too." he chuckled. "Maybe you should ask him about it, he's brooding more than usual."

"Pssh!" she scoffed. "I am Romani, he sees me as some kind of deluded witch!"

"I'm sure he won't bring it up..."

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"Why are you here, Romani?" Seraffo asked boredly, not looking away from his work. She sighed in disdain.

Seraffo was The Doctor, dressed in white robes with the templar symbol on them and a white mask covering his face with eye-glasses in them. He was in his lab, working on his trademark weapon, mercury.

"Vali tells me of an "alchemist"." Seraffo huffs.

"I knew he would go spreading rumours. I wonder why I bother talking to you two."

"Yes, yes, I was wondering if you wanted something..."done" about him." Even with his mask, Seraffo looked at least mildly surprised.

"Are you bloodthirsty or curious?"

"Bored."

"Ah. Yes. I'd like you to see what nonsense the man claims to be experimenting with, then make him stop. Forcefully, if necessary, these kind of people can be quite devoted." Mirela clears her throat. "No offense." he adds flatly. "I'd rather you scare him though, at least that way he may even dissuede his peers."

"Alright. Where is this Agrippa?"

"Eastern Prussia, in Castle Brennenburg, near Altstadt."

"Prussia?" she repeats in shock. "That's..."

"Far away, yes. I'll pull strings to get you there. You still want to do it? "

"...I..fine. I'll do it."

"You surprise me again."

Mirela had to stop her arms from twisting his neck before leaving.

As she padded downstairs, her mind was in a frenzy. Prussia! A castle! PRUSSIA! It would take so long to get there...but her on "mission" more like "holiday", she got to scare some deranged scientist half to death. Or to death. What could go wrong?