Jeeves

Their foe immobilized and further hampered by Foyle's arcing shot, Jeeves stepped forth to take aim. Launching from the complex, miniature mechanism concealed beneath his sleeve, a tiny glowing capsule flew towards his target and exploded upon impact, unleashing small shrapnel-like shards. Metal fragments burst forths, shredding the Demon-King's extra limbs to pieces, severely inhibiting their function and range of motion. Satisfied that his initial shot was good, Jeeves rolled right an into cover behind some disused further where he began to reload. "Kick his ass, Captain. Just make

"Oh, we're going in blind," Jeeves responded bluntly, leading up the concealed arm crossbow Wulfrin had made according to his designs. His eyes never even looked up from his prep. "I'm sure you've figured out by now that his plans are more like illusions of a plan, or the reassuring promise of a future plan, rather than any actual specifics." Freyd just smirked in silent agreement and amused by Jeeves' obtuse willingness to call out his boss' bluff. At least he had the sense to do it in the privacy of their group. A more open forum would have been a different story. "Evidence tod

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Eyes wide, still stunned by the contents of the inexplicable message sent by his crazy captain, young Jeeves wandered through the festival in a daze. "Why would they... this just doesn't make sense." Ignored by default, as he so often was due to both size and demeanor, Jeeves passed through the crowd unopposed and essentially unseen. No one ever paid him any mind - a fact he'd come to rely on and use to his advantage. Fingers traced the outline of the worn brown satchel slung over his shoulder, its saggy bulk hanging slightly off-center and resting against his hip. His fingers tre

Straying away from the main thoroughfare, Jeeves was drawn to the edges of a park, where dozens of trays, tables and crates had been laid out, each adorned with a vast assortment of lamps and lanterns. A young woman wrapped in light fabric curated the remaining lamps, setting them on trays for others to collect and distribute throughout the grounds. Watching her from afar, for a time, Jeeves became that the whole thing was a scam. Pffft. She's just getting everyone else to do her job for her. That's either lazy or utterly brilliant. Look at them all lined up to volunteer, like it's

Still wary and unaccustomed to the rigors of group travel and adventures, even Jeeves had to acknowledge that their combined talents had proven capable and fruitful. Unlike the star-struck Ren, still ogling the local centres of learning, he was already mapping out potential exploits and access points, evaluating the potential of each location to contain restricted information. There were secrets here. He could practically smell them, and his curiosity would see him return to claim however many he could. "Yeah. Good run, guys," he offered, with more vim than he'd intended, surprising e

Huddled by the fire beneath a dozen borrowed furs, Jeeves remained unseen and content to hide out in blissful coziness while the others did whatever they felt like doing. This was precisely the sort of moment he'd craved since... well... forever. The embracing warmth further enhanced by the miraculous delivery of marshmallows someone had left by the mouth of his improvised hidey hole. "Don't mind if I do," the whispered, giddily, light fingers surreptitiously yoink-ing them into his sanctum for purely protective purposes. "They'll be even safer in my belly, I'm sure," he added, e

Mud and rocks shredded the fabric cover on the back of their wagon as something exploded off to the right. Jeeves barely dodged in time to take cover, wondering what could possibly have just happened, spotting a small cannon on the nearby rise ahead. "Bandits get artillery now?! Who thought that was a legit bit of bullshit?" Draping himself protectively over the more sensitive wares, he fired at approaching raiders, but the jeering chaos brought on by their support was making it hard to aim straight. One stray shot nearly clipped Foyle by the ear, the archer taking it in stride that i

While the others busied themselves with manual labour and idle chatter, Jeeves found himself before a festival stall littered with scintillating crystals and gems. Some were raw, others shaped and polished, but the young inventor's eyes were actually on the tools used for such purpose. "Remarkable craftsmanship," he muttered to himself under his breath. "Thanks. Made them myself." The voice was aged and matronly, belonging to the frail skeleton of a woman sitting by a brazier several steps over, trying to keep warm. She looked ancient, skin wrinkled and sagging like it had once

So many people... Jeeves never did well with crowds, which made his previous life aboard ship so strange. Crew quarters were uncomfortably crowded on board, but he'd become adept to carving out niches where he could isolate and hide, keeping out of sight and thriving the in the bowels of the ship's untraveled areas. Considered a ghost by some, and troll lingering under every proverbial bridge by others, Jeeves had found a way. And it worked, especially when he was left alone. Which was why it was so strange that he'd struggled after his sister Miri's sudden disappearance a short time a

Veering left and throwing himself down against the terrace wall, the last remaining mob knew the terrain well. Navigating under cover from various retaining walls, wells and tool sheds, he looked like he might actually make a clean getaway when a piercing dart caught him through the throat, preventing even a pained scream from escaping, denying him any last breath. Perfectly perched, as if anticipating the man's panicked escape route, Jeeves stood and reloaded the cartridge in the brass and wood mechanical wonder wound around his wrist. Deed done, the slid his coat sleeve back into place wi

"Freyd," Jeeves muttered, wandering over with his heavily creased and annotated map. "They'd hit us here, here, and then again here thinking we'll have become overconfident by the first two weaker attacks." "What makes you think so?" Unwilling to dismiss a fellow guildmate, Freyd seemed to give Jeeves more leeway than others. The rest of O&I assumed it was because he was some sort of pet project. They were partially right, though never for the reasons suspected. A Whisper's mind was too cagey and convoluted for simple throughput connections. A few extra dimensions were inevitably

Jeeves had been starting at the game for hours, attempting to devise some stratagem by which to guarantee success. Surely, there had to be some combination of moves or timing "Hey, kid. You want to try? You've been watching forever. Why not have a go?" His eye twitched at the reference. Nothing irked him more than when people referred to him as a child. Short? Yes. Youthful? Sure. A kid? Murder was a viable retort. He'd settle for slaying this upstart's dreams and smearing them all over his game board instead, reserving the bolt up his sleeve as a backup. Fortunately for th

Retrieving: Prototype v.17 | ID 236234 | T2 Perfect Weapon (Projectile) | Bleed 2 | Para 1 Desc. An intricate hidden crossbow, concealable within the long sleeve or a loose coat or jacket.

Clearing his throat to garner some attention, Jeeves had been standing in the shop overlooked for nearly five minutes. It happened to him everywhere, all the time, and might have infuriated him - it did - if there wasn't occasionally some benefit. This wasn't one of this times. Sprawling out a set of intricate blueprints on the workshop's counter, he proudly and summarily declared: "I need this." The weapon, laid out in meticulous detail, might have been better suited to an artisan or clockmaker, given the intricacy of the work and small scale. It looked like some of hand crossbow, but