Loose Lips Sink the Ships [RT Mission] (Read 261 times)

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NAME: Loose Lips Sink The Ship
LOCATION: Magnolia
CLIENT: Ciceros
OBJECTIVE: Ciceros has heard of a wretch who thinks its polite to spread slanderous lies about the guild. He was a former client of ours, poor thing owns a clockwork shop and pays for protection, but recently he's been saying that because Raven Tail isn't a legal guild, he shouldn't have to pay. Please teach this fool he's quite wrong and to remain silent in the future.
Tagging: Cyrus, Boom

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To some this might have been considered thug work, brute force to obtain what his guild desired most. Revenues was an important factor to get, after all, hard work and efficiency from the members who called themselves Raven Tail. Ciceros had made himself very clear when explaining what exactly needed to be done, and the notice explained further: no one poked fun at the guild, legal or not. If anything, they were free from the oppression from other others, and were here to do the good citizens of the world a favor.

His tall frame hunkered over the side of a building downtown, the people receding from the streets as the sun slowly crept down in the sky, signalling that dusk would soon follow, then beautiful night. It paid to do good deeds for the guild right as crowds ebbed from the streets, however, businesses like the one they would crash would still be open to the public. Who could afford to close shop early?

For now, though, the red haired demon waited, his eyes wandering the streets as he awaited his young partners accompanying him. Red eyes focused lazily upon the people wandering by, heading back to their homes while the sun was still in the sky, his lewd gaze falling to that of a curvy woman carrying a large load into her house, before blinking with interest.

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[Cyrus]

A time wizard in a clock shop. He could already anticipate the jokes.

People, especially less reputable members of society, always thought they were the pinnacle of wit and banter. The only thing worse than the bad jokes were the constant puns his old master used to crack. Every time he made a successful catch his boss would saunter forward with a plastered on grin and wheeze some painful one-liner he'd been saving for months. Little gems such as 'I guess time just wasn't on your side~' and others he'd suppressed.

'Ugh.' Cyrus wanted to facepalm just thinking about it. He hoped his new "family" was at least more clever with their quips, he loved a good laugh as long as it was actually funny.

The blond mage meandered through the streets of Magnolia, the crisp twilight wind fluttering the hood of his cloak and billowing its tail behind him as he moved. Truthfully, he hadn't given much thought to his other guildmates. He made it a habit to get out as much as he could and only returned to sleep, eat, check in, or pluck a new job from the mission roster before dashing out the front door again. When he neared the meeting point an unmistakable smattering of red among the opaque buildings caught his eye and roused him from his thoughts. He couldn't help but crack a smile, if he was ever separated all he had to do was look for a splash of crimson hair. But he'd keep that to himself.

Cy made his way up to him and at first didn't anything. He seemed focused on something in particular. He'd crane his neck to try and follow his line of sight but nothing stood out to him. After a pause he cleared his throat.

"Ahem...yo. I uh...hope I'm not interrupting anything."

[DRAKE]

IT. WAS. MISSION. TIME!

Drake had been waiting for this moment for months nows! Ever since he had joined Raven Tail, Drake had wanted to do what he could to help his guild. Sure, he was a bit of a criminal(a lot of a criminal actually) and his guildmates were all criminals; hell, even the guild itself was illegal. That didn't stop Drake from appreciating finally having a place to call home. Ciceros saved him from living on the run for the rest of his life. Even when Drake attacked him out of both fear and delirium from constantly being chased and hounded(and got his ass soundly whooped), Ciceros still offered Drake a place amongst their family. It was the first time he had ever felt welcome anywhere and Drake wouldn't soon forget it. Maybe if he had been saved by a kinder soul or a softer heart this little boy could've grown up to redeem his childhood of crime and be a well-meaning member of society.

But fuck that, 'cuz he was a Raven Tail mage instead and that was awesome!

He casually walked down the street, his arms folded behind his head and his eyes closed, and sang a cheerful tune with rather...dark lyrics. "Shuddint uf fuck'd wit Raven Tail, shuddint uf fuck'd wit us~! Now we're gunna havta fuck ya up, it gun make such a fuss~!" Drake recited cheerfully. He had made it up all by himself that morning because he didn't know what else to do with all the excitement. However, he was so busy singing his "amazing" song that he wasn't bothering to look for his mission partners. Eh, it wasn't a big deal, he was sure to stop singing soon.

...Right?

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Aftr spending such a great amount of time within the ranks of the dark aligned guild, Helot found himself more keen to the subtleties of his guild members. Some wandered, trying to blend into crowds, others recognized other higher ranking members of the fold and flocked towards them in order to mold their behavior. Helot was indeed a loyal and cunning addition to their little family of criminals and vagabonds, but he held himself at the peak of strength underneath Ciceros himself - and didn't tolerate lateness or - Ciceros forbit - mentioning of Raven Tail.

The woman quickly disappeared into her own house, and his eyes watched as her frame did so, squeezing through the door with her curvy contours and her bags, mouth parting to reveal a feral grin like an animal eying a potential meal. It was customary to decide upon such matters, as demons needed to eat. And besides, it was perfectly alright to cull those who wouldn't be missed - at least in Magnolia where their main base was located.

An ear twitched as he heard a voice at his side. Arms still crossed over his narrow chest, the wiry frame humanoid turned to regard the newcomer, his scent placing him in Raven Tail, although the scent seemed very fresh. Hmm, a new member he had not yet met - interesting.

"No, you're not interrupting anything - yet. Though I will say we'll be interrupting something over at the junk shop in a few minutes. Are you alone?" He hissed softly, throwing his glance around the blond before his answer seemed already satisfied. The demon would hardly be civil for a second, however, once his sensitive ears picked up another sound - not talking, but singing, horribly out of tune. A snarl curled against his lips as his frame kicked off the side of the building to snatch up the young wretch from the streets to pull him to the side, roughly tossing him towards them.

"Are you deaf, or just plain stupid? No mentioning the guild or they'll be hell to pay..." He hissed softly, but with great intensity towards the human whelp. Honestly, why did Ciceros allow such...miserable excuses into the guild when they blatantly disrespected them in public? "You're lucky no one heard you. Now...onto business. I assume you are both here to take care of a certain public relations problem at Mr. Levi's business."

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[Cyrus]

'...A junk shop? So...there's no actual clocks?' He wanted to ask, but he thought it better to keep his mouth shut and at least put forth the illusion of a competent villain-to-be. For now. Still, he was a little disappointed when he realized there'd be no time-puns at all. He'd almost missed them, even if they were new realms of awful, as there was a certain endearment to it all. Most of the time Cyrus did what he did out of impulse and simple boredom. There was no greater objective to achieve other than nabbing what he wanted and laughing when chased.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm alone. W-" He cut himself off. Something caught his ears, namely a "song" with his new guild's name it in. When he saw the source he burst into laughter. 'Is this kid for real?!' It was a adorable in Cyrus' own twisted way; he couldn't even pretend that he wasn't just as excited to be there. He probably would've joined in if it didn't jeopardize basically everything. So instead he stood back with his arms folded and a smirk across his face. "Aw lay off him, he's just tryna have some fun! It kinda warms the heart to see the young take an interest~" He chuckled. If he wasn't certain the kid would've broken his arm Cyrus might've pat him on the head and ruffled the little guy's hair. But he'd have plenty of time to irritate his "partner" later.

He heard the older man speak and ran through the objective in his head again. It was fairly straightforward to him. Go inside, teach him a lesson, then go back to the guild for jewels and praise. What more could there be? Unless these "dark guilds" were more intricate than ordinary thugs and con artists. He'd hoped so, that life had grown stale and repetitive to him when his age was still on the clock.
"Yeah. I mean, its simple right? Just go inside, scare'em straight, then off we go. Isn't that all?"

[DRAKE]

Before Drake joined Raven Tail, no one could get the jump on him. His opponents had such weak fighting spirit and magical prowess that they would just throw themselves to the slaughter of his explosive fists. Master Ciceros was the first to show him the world of magic was much larger than his pea-sized brain could fathom. He was still pretty strong amongst his guildmates, though, and quickly dismissed his life-threatening experience with his new Guild Master as a one-time deal("'E's juss a freak o' nature iz all. no won can take dat gai...").

Then...he met Helot.

One moment he was happily singing his awesome new song, the next Drake was pinned against the wall of an alleyway by a tall man with blood-red hair and a malice behind his eyes strong enough to make even Drake wince. The magical pressure from this guy wasn't as strong as when he met Master Ciceros, but it was enough to let Drake know how a fight between the two of them would end. That didn't stop him from instinctively balling his hands into fists and ready himself to attack, a combination of an act of fear and responding to a challenge. He never threw the punch, though; Ciceros had said that he wasn't allowed to fight any guildmembers while on a mission. No matter how much he wanted to(not to mention the fact that it was a suicidal move), Drake knew disobeying one of the few rules his guild had in place would be met with...punishment. Luckily the man dropped him from the grip anyway, proceeding to make sure they were the two members assigned to this mission. Wait, two? Drake glanced to see some blonde-haired mage standing with them. Actually, he did kind of remember hearing a second voice from behind the red-haired demonman as he was being reprimanded, but Drake was too busy trying not to piss himself to actually listen to the words.

"We git two kik his ass, rite? He ain't payin' us oar sumin' so we gotta show 'em y dats bad!"

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" Let's see how warm your heart gets when Ciceros sets your own to boil." He growled to the sympathetic Raven Tail mage and the lesser of his partners. The kid, while young, possessed the tell tale spirit of the kill, a thrill that nothing could take away. His crimson orbs angled down towards the mangy looking human whelp, eyes wild, before clearing his throat, tilting his head in the direction of the shop down the road.

"That'd be correct, but this guy isn't some ordinary citizen - he's a mechanical mage, so I've been informed. Let's go see if we can't reason with him, shall we?" Perhaps it seemed no better than hired help, thugs to obtain information or currency, but this was a mage they were dealing with. Two novices and a c-class could probably handle him.

Helot then begun his stride, his height giving him the advantage over the crowd to see over the heads of those departing for the night. It was always best to conduct this kind of business when people weren't as active or would be less inclined to hear a few questionable noises in their ears. So the demon clad man dressed entirely in red continued forward until the group approached a tower like structure with a large clock emblem upon the doors.

Calmly he extended a hand a rapped loudly upon the door, waited a few seconds and repeated. Yet their was still no answer. A smirk creeped along outline of his fanged maw, and shifted his attention mildly towards the young boy. "The gentleman must not be inclined to answer the door at this hour - I'll leave you to open it for us."

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