The Emissary of Veritas Pt. 3

Loc King, first met in Chapter 2, part of the Felis species and Lionus tribe.

Starting the week strong here is chapter 3 of "The Emissary of Veritas." Last week introduced Goody, Loc King, and Sir Wordplay here, and this week continues the story with them. ​Strong language and adult situations below.

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Chapter 3

Chesterfield stands behind the bar, mixing up something special when he hears the joyful laughter of his wife from upstairs. A small grin graces his face. “Seems she’s been able to have her fill of fun tonight after all,”  he ponders to himself while pouring the mixture into the 3 various sized mugs before him. Being the head butler of Queen Chersei is a full time job in itself, but at least a few nights a week one can find Chesterfield behind the bar of  “Goody’s Bits for Tips” helping his wife, Goody. “Goody’s” is a chain of “barthels” all across Onyx, with the main hub in the Capital Kingdom Lagina Atlas first established around 50 years ago. While each of the 100+ locations are tailored for the area and clientele they serve, the basic layout is generally the same. The first floor holds the main bar hall and lounge, where people can drink, eat, and have themselves a  generally good night. This is also where others working as companions can be found either enjoying themselves or being enjoyed by the customers interested in their services. "Goody’s" is a place known for its open mindedness, regardless of race or form. Once a patron’s type is found and the business portion is settled, they are led to the second floor, for a more intimate atmosphere. There are over 20 rooms to choose from- all soundproof, fully stocked, and with private bathrooms. All surrounding a magically sealed sauna area, where the real fun happens.
The third floor is where the companions and other staff live, as well as Goody’s office space. This floor magically compressed, so while the outside keeps the shape of the building, it’s usually three to four times bigger on the inside. This allows staff members to have personally sized rooms with a bathroom and balcony. The floor also includes a staff-only complimentary bar, lounge area with kitchen, garden area, and swimming hole.
The rest of the floor is solely Goody’s office space and home; in truth, her space is more of a  large floor penthouse in another establishment than an office. Its desk is positioned looking east towards the Atlas Ocean, which the capital is partially named after. Connected to the office is the master’s suite,  and while it’s smaller than Queen Chersei’s room, isn’t that much smaller. The room is filled with fabrics, trinkets from around the world, and furniture that just screams “lay in me and never want to get up again!” With a bed that seems to be made big enough for the mountain giants. Connected to the room isn’t just a bathroom, but an entire bath house. Across the hall from this area is a lounge living area looking out towards the ocean with a shaded balcony . In the middle of this small housed size area itself, is a dining room and kitchen with an island bar/counter separating it. The other side of the area are two guest rooms across from each other and hallway leading to an outside patio with Goody's private magical  garden, and exercise area. The whole area is in shades of blue, black, and white with most areas open in the style of Onyxian design and vaulted architecture. In fact, there was only two doors in the whole area, the one leading into the office space itself, and a simple all white door that can almost be missed in the master suite. Assumingly for storage and such.

“Even though as head of the house for Queen Chersei we are given our own quarters in the palace, it is nice to have a place to call our own. Rarely that I am actually there…” Chesterfield thinks solemnly, just as Goody comes downstairs with Loc King and Sir Wordplay behind her. She smiles and slightly nods as she sees her husband in his favorite area in the whole building...well second favorite. Chesterfield nods back, falling always in love with his wife's smile even though he knows part of her happiness is from the mischief she participated in earlier. “Better them than I…”  he thinks only half seriously. While she clears the ceiling wall coming down the stairs with no issue, Loc has a moment of serious contortion to make sure his head doesn’t  smash the wall. Standing almost 7 feet tall and broad shouldered packed with muscle.  Covered head to toe in a light brown and dark fur that signifies his Lionus tribe coming from the southern regions, most Onyx doorways are too small for his frame. With the addition of his long mane of locs, dark beard, and hands that could palm any regular mans head Loc was an intimidating being too see, as truthfully most Lionus are to the other species. The fact personality wise Loc was the exact opposite of his appearance was usually a shock for most people. It was in fact how Loc and Goody and by association Chesterfield became friends over 5 years ago. Apparently even in work situations usually involving violence as a for hire bowman and tracker, Chesterfield has heard his personality doesn’t change much, outside of the focus needed to do whatever he is assigned to do. And do it very well is his reputation, hence Chesterfield making the decision to hire him for the task at hand. Well him and his...sigh….”partner”.
Sir Wordplay being the ghost that he is, simply floats through the ceiling directly behind Loc, almost as if being pulled to follow. Similar in appearance enough to Loc to clearly be family, Wordplay was a little broader with dark and grey fur, see through as he is. Wearing (can ghosts actually wear anything...isn’t it all just... them?) a simple long tunic and cloak, he looks like the appropriate image that a respected  Ancestral Spirit would be. Then, of course, he talks. “So who do you want us to kill, or fuck, for 5,000 Onyxians? Can I, er I mean Loc receive like discounts at all your fine establishments? Can we OWN one of them? Did Chersei finally hear of our prowess and has deemed us to be her official concubines?!” At the disrespect given to his queen Chesterfield sharply looks at Wordplay and with a calm but stern voice says “Apologize.” Goody makes a face of oooh shit looking back and forth between the two. Loc meanwhile, sidesteps to sit at the bar making sure to be completely out of the path of the look Chesterfield is giving Wordplay. “Uh, heh...apologies to the Queen Chersei, Chesterfield. Of course, a thousand apologies. You know my mouth even in death is known to cause trouble.” “Trouble I seem to always have to deal with...” mutters Loc as he lifts the glass nearest to him towards his mouth. “No disrespect meant at all, just the sum your wife spoke of has my mind reeling from the possibilities.” Wordplay states as he moves his beard to show his bare neck, lifting his head up in the Felis gesture towards apology.
Recognizing the importance of the gesture, Chesterfield nods deeply “Accepted and honored. Yet, for me to be perfectly honest, there is truth in Queen Chersei interested in retaining your services.” Loc jerks, spilling some of his drink upon his beard. “Cat’s paw elf! Chesterfield are you serious?! I knew the work would be for a serious backer, but the Queen! She knows about us!?” Chesterfield shakes his head firmly, “Oh absolutely not my guy. No, no , no, no, no. The Queen Chersei has no idea of your two’s existence, let alone your work reputation. I am tasked by her behalf to find suitable help for a situation, and entrusted with her sovereignty to make decisions on her absentia.” Loc looks from out the mouth of his mug, one of his eyebrows piqued up. “So you are voice, and ears on all decisions for this task, is that it? The Queen Chersei minus Chersei...Interesting.” “I see the focus towards a task others speak of. Definitely deeper than the stream seems to be.” Chesterfield thinks nodding approvingly of Loc’s quick understanding. “As such, gentleman. With that I offer you two said job. Understand two things. I will give you information as I seem fit to give you. That does not mean all the information, and even if you complete said task you may never know. Secondly, once you accept you are tied to this task, and only this task. You will either complete it, or you will die trying. There is no other options.” he places his hands, palm down, on the bar and looks at both Loc and Wordplay earnestly “That-that type of deal seems a tad more expensive than even 5,000 Onyxians. Each.” Sir Wordplay states while giving his great-great-great nephew a look of slight trepidation.  Chesterfield bows his head deeply “My deepest apologies for the misunderstanding. The 5,000 Onyxians is just for accepting the job. Each day you work after you will have all expenses in the path of completion paid for by the crown. While earning 50 Onyxian coins on top a day.” he looks at Wordplay than Loc quickly “Each.” Wordplay starts smiling a toothy grin as his eyes start turning the brightest shade of green. “And yes Sir Wordplay, if you wish at the end, you could own one of “Goody’s Bits for Tips”.  If you wish to ac-” “WE’LL TAKE IT!” Loc King says excitedly while grabbing Chesterfield’s hand and shaking it firmly. Chesterfield glances over at Goody, as he notices her trying her best to keep her demeanor civil. “The mischief demon is wanting to rear its head again it seems.” He thinks, with a small smirk showing up on his lips itself. “I’m glad you have accepted the job so eagerly. It soothes me to see such eagerness towards completing one’s future work. With this part behind us now, let us actually get to the task at hand, shall we?”

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Jay

Waiting for all the men with locs to claim Lionus status after this lol.