"I'M BACK! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!" Mushrambo looked at the door into the bar, and saw Sylvanon walk in. He and several other people groaned.
"I thought we'd seen the last of you..." She shook her head, and plonked herself beside him on a chair. He took the chance to notice her new outfit. A pair of black jeans, a sleeveless black top with a knot in the middle, (you know, those ones where girls slip the bottom of the t-shirt or whatever over the collar and pull it down so it looks like a bikini? That.), and a pair of black fingerless gloves. On her feet, she wore black high heeled boots with buckles and straps up the leg to just below the knee. He looked back up at the clock. "What's with the outfit change? On hooker duty?" He teased. The bar went quiet. Sylva had been in there enough times for them to know when to keep their distance.
"Nah, slave driving actually." The bar heaved a collective sigh and went back to what they were doing before. Knowing what Sylva was like, that was normal to them. "But that's not what I'm here to talk about. I was wondering," she continued, "if you would like to help me and the authors out." He eyed her new appendage – a silver-violet monkey tail that nearly touched the floor – very carefully.
"What do you want me to do?" The samurai asked suspiciously. Sylva cleared her throat slightly.
"Well, there are certain things or people or whatever that the authors don't like, sometimes going far enough to actually hate them. I just wanna get rid of them problems. Permanently."
"So basically, you want me to help you kill people."
"Basically? Yeah."
"Okay. I haven't got anything better to do." She grinned and shook his hand.
"Oh yeah. You might wanna meet somebody." She yelled to someone outside. "Hey Kye! Come on!" Everybody screamed as a five foot long King Cobra slithered in. Mushrambo himself was rather taken back; he'd been expecting someone else, to be honest. Not a snake. The snake reared and was surrounded by dark blue smoke. When it cleared, the creature had been replaced by a young boy with bright amber eyes, and black hair in a short ponytail. He wore a waistcoat and a pair of tight fitting trousers. It was all black, like Sylva's outfit. She smiled.
"Hey Sylva." The boy's voice was a soft tenor.
"Hey Kye." Sylva moved slightly as Kye walked over to her seat, his black boots made no sound on the floor. Everyone was surprised as he gently lifted her up off the seat and sat down, Sylva on his lap. By now, the whole place was silent. Kye turned his head, and the people turned back to their card games or the pool table.
"Nice to meet you." That was all the samurai could think of to say to Kye. He was acknowledged with a simple nod.
"Mushrambo, see you at our little base tonight, then? Here's where it is." Sylva whispered in his ear, and gave him a small piece of paper with an address on it.
"Mmhmm. I'm still not sure what this is about, though." Kye explained quickly and quietly to him.
"Basically, whoever the reviewer wants dead is on the kill list. The reviewer can also choose who gets to make the kill, and whether they want to see it live." Mushrambo nodded, watching silently as the two walked out.
(The screen suddenly goes blank, as a shadowed figure appears. "Review and get to see your worst enemy killed in the most painful way possible." The figure disappears.)