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Post by Fang the Defiler on Jun 27, 2013 13:38:09 GMT -5
NAME: Whimsical Desires Brought To Life LOCATION: Akane Town CLIENT: Ciceros OBJECTIVE: As a guild who tries to personally be in the lives of others, Raven Tail should be at the forefront of laughter, enjoyment, and entertainment. Ciceros needs one to two members to aid Fang in decided what to do when the time comes for the Akane Festival. Festivities are our main objective as trust will always be a drink best served cunningly. HANG THE HEADLESS UPSIDE DOWN TO DRAIN
Festivities.
It was a simple, human event that seemed to draw lots of attention throughout Fiore. The demon found himself longing for his own plane, or out mingling in the woods with feisty witches. Anything seemed better than the quaint, somewhat drab parties of humans. But if Ciceros willed it, so he would serve, until his worth trickled down into the palm of his hands. For now he would bide his time and wait for an opportunity for the beast to cunningly wedge its fangs in between the order, or rather, the chaos of the group.
But for now, one could say that Helot was Ciceros' dog, albeit a fierce hound at that.
Today wasn't a time to bare his teeth, so to speak, but rather prepare for the crowds that would no doubt ooh and ahh at the spectacles performed by his ambitious designs. The festival would be a spectacular time for the guild and its promise to aid those dulled by life, to shine. And when they see the guild and its people as a positive, not so unfriendly light, they'd learn to trust where the guild has served.
It was as simple as that, and Ciceros was only setting up a deck full of jokers. What surprises they had in store! The demon, head angled to watch a couple fire jugglers perform on a make shift stage in the middle of the square, glared cheerily towards them, eyes keen to pick up any mistakes. He was assigned a partner for all of this, but in his mind, they would appear rather tardy and unnoticed, for the demon was anxiously awaiting the end of another rehearsal.
He turned from the jugglers and gazed up at the narrow shouldered tight rope walker beginning his routine above, dressed out of costume, of course.
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