Post by Jyuria "Elisa" Arroj on Jun 13, 2017 18:14:26 GMT -5
This was almost a joke. Jyuria honestly was a little shocked when rumor came around that she was going to be getting potentially some ritter joining in on the operation. It was a laughably simple operation. The Silbern had been fairly quiet, and apparently, some quincy had decided to go and thought that bringing Beastclan to the silbern and trying to turn them into pets was a good idea. Thankfully none of them seemed all that strong, what the PROBLEM was, was t hat there were about 85 of the little fuckers, all scattered through the sibern.
There was no real destruction, no real mayhem or chaos, but the beastclan had discovered that Quincy ate VERY well. No less than five kitchens had been entirely raided, the meat pantries and cabinets completely ransacked, so it was tasked to any volunteers to go about and round up the beasts, dead or alive. Jyuria had been in charge of the mission details, and she specified that if possible, the beasts were to be detained and captured, however, if they proved too much for the captor, they could be killed.
A little....failsafe. Most quincy were incredibly proud creatures, and by her wording, any that killed the mongrels would be admitting weakness. Something that many quincy liked to shame one another for. So that was it, just round up a bunch of birds, snakes, rats, and ....boobies? Was that some kind of bird? Anywho, she relaxed, waiting in the room as she looked at her watch. The others should be arriving sometime soon. this essentially was a glorified scavenger hunt. The only thing at stake was the food, and honestly most of them were fairly docile and evenm...playful. whatever quincy had let them in had certainly done a good job pacifying them.
Jyuria herself had tried to get it done herself, but had managed to get a couple of birds flying around her, repeating everything she said before bolting off down the hallways. not her proudest moment, but hey, this was why she was asking for volunteers. She even went through the trouble of packing up several little 'kits' for the participants. Leashes, snares, muzzles, and various other tools for wrangling varments.
What could go wrong?