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I'll probably be updating every week or so, so please go easy on me XD
And anyone wondering about the little nursery rhymes in the last chapter – it is part of that person's character. Dr. Hammersmith is basically an insane man and Faith uses that song to help her decide on things to pick out.
EVIL SCHEMES – TOMB
"That's it! I am so bored!" Sonya slammed her hands down onto the bar table and stood up abruptly, her breasts almost falling out of her skin tight green and black corset, roses scattered all over it. She had a childish pout on her face and looked around the guild curiously.
"Why don't you go on a job then?" Bluebell suggested. She was currently in her happy-go-lucky mode and was working at the bar joyously. Her long, silky blue hair was pinned to the left with her usual star shaped clips.
"This one doesn't sound too bad, why don't you take someone with you?" Hozanna came up behind Sonya and held out a tattered piece of paper. She wore a strapless sundress which looked like it had been inspired by the autumn season, its reds, oranges and gold all blindingly bright in its swirling flower patterns.
Although younger than Sonya, Zanna often acted as the older sister in the guild and went around taking up odd jobs within the premises, whether it be picking a job for someone, or helping out in the bar when it became busy.
"Hmmm…" Sonya took a peek at the job request then faced the rest of the guild once more, "Kellan! Go on a job with me!" she quickly decided.
"Ah… that's not really a good idea…" Bluebell pointed out as the said boy looked up from his cookies and glared slightly, yet looked like he was about to run away at any given moment.
"Why not?" Sonya pouted again, pushing her well-developed curves into Bluebell's face.
"Because. He hasn't eaten a fallen star for almost a year now. They're pretty rare if you ask me." Zanna shrugged and sat down as Bluebell placed a mug of squash in front of her.
The three girls looked back over to where Kellan had been sitting before, but the green eyed Nova Dragon Slayer had long disappeared, taking his trusty exceed – Razor with him.
"How about Snow then?" Zanna pointed to the other side of the guild, where the quiet girl sat.
The thin girl had her sapphire blue eyes wide open in anticipation, flicking to and fro as she read the thick fantasy novel open in front of her. She seemed quite oblivious to her surroundings, but looked up when she heard her name.
"What…" she said, rather cold. But the three girls at the bar knew otherwise.
"Want to go on a job with Sonya?" Bluebell asked.
"No." she turned back to keep reading her book, but caught a glimpse of Bluebell's famous puppy dog eyes. She sighed, snapping her book shut and standing up to dust off her navy blue plaid skirt, "Fine. I give in."
Sonya and Snow walked out of the guild, the latter with a bounce in her step.
"Light Dragons Roar!" the guild doors were shattered to pieces as a tall figure stood there, in attack stance. She was dressed in all black, and a grey jacket, her signature silver cross hanging off her neck.
"Jeez, that's the sixth door you've broken…" Eki muttered under his breath, his yellow hawk eyes glaring at the girl – Carmyn from his spot next to the master at the far side of the guild. No doubt the master would be quite agitated later on and force someone to fix the door…
"CARMYN KILLAKILL! How many times have I told you to walk through the door instead of breaking it down?!" Funbo was seething. He stormed towards their guild spy and got right up in her face.
"It was in my way." She glared at the master with her usual intimidating black eyes, faking a yawn and shrugging nonchalantly, "Anyway, did you get the message I sent?"
"Stop being a tease!" Eki hissed from behind Funbo, "And what message?" he then asked the spy.
"Tch. Why don't you go fix the door then." She rolled her eyes and walked off, a cheeky smile on her face. Boy did she love annoying people. She suddenly stopped and looked back, "And the coded one. The one to do with the other guilds knowing."
The master fixed his white jesters hat and looked at Eki suspiciously. The purple and orange dressed brute stared back in the same manner, if they didn't have the message… then who did?
"RAIDEN! Fix the door." Funbo looked away, growling. He walked away briskly into his office and slammed the door, a few cracks appearing in the wall around it.
Eki looked at Raiden in distaste as the said white haired mage walked past him from his spot outside, protecting the guild from harm. His outfit consisted of black and white and the guild insignia was printed on the back of his jacket.
Raiden ignored the pointed glare and quietly began to fix the door, leaving everyone to go back to their own thing.
"He's so dreamy, don't you think?" Bluebell leant against the bar top.
"Tch… that's gross." The usually quiet Jonah snorted, scratching the head of an azure eyed wolf.
"It's understandable. You're my brother." She rolled her eyes and flicked him in the nose.
He glared at his adoptive sister with crimson red eyes as his sickly pale hand reached up to rub his sore nose. Standing up, he stalked off to the corner of the guild, turning back into his lonely loner self, his shaggy silver hair flopping over to cover his eyes.
Raiden fixed the door carefully, his fingers swiftly avoiding all the splinters in the wooden planks. His muscled bulged out of his sleeveless black jacket, revealing many of his scars, big or small. Occasionally, his eyes would flick over to the forest, looking to see if anyone was passing by, anyone that he would put on his... 'enemy' list. Seeing no one, he sighed inwardly and finally let his thoughts wander.
'Man, I wish I had some apples right now.'
Heavy footsteps entered the guild, along with a loud thud as something was dropped to the ground. A small, croaky gasp followed and a few people looked up to see what was going on.
-Flashback-
"Well if you must know… people like to call me…Valex." The boy hissed and smiled sinisterly.
The purple mist had now affected the small girl and she was on the ground, gasping for air and desperately trying to call out, digging her fingers into the damp soil and leaves of the forest floor.
"Illusion Night – "he paused mid-spell. The girl lay there, on the verge of passing out, whimpering softly in pain. Was she this deluded? He hadn't even attacked her yet.
Sighing, he swiftly picked her up and roughly threw her over his shoulder. Someone would deal with her at the guild.
-End-
Valex eyed each member in the guild, they either ignored him, or looked away. But one person looked him straight back in the eye. Her eyes were caked with dark makeup around it and her hair was up in two frizzy pigtails, her bright and outrageous coloured hair held up by skull pins.
Turning away, he walked off, leaving the unknown girl on the floor.
Quietly, Clover stood up, a small pitying smile on her face, and walked towards the charcoal haired teen. Everybody else pretended like nothing was going on, and kept to themselves, minding their own business. Pretty much everyone in the guild was insane anyway.
Kneeling down next to her, she softly brushed her hair out of her eyes as her hands began to glow, spheres of light surrounding it.
She gently began to try and heal the mysterious girl, trying to find out why the girl was in a weakened state. Clover's eyes trailed over her figure, searching for wounds. Her eyes eventually landed on her upturned wrist. There in plain sight, was a Rising Willows insignia.
Clover almost jumped back, unsure if she was now doing the right thing. But she forced herself to stay calm, and continue to heal the girl instead of becoming fearful and ruining the healing procedure. She moved her hands toward her head. She could tell it had been damaged in some sort of way, but it was something that had to be tended to straight after the incident, so any chance of recovery was long gone.
She sighed, picking up the girl and walking out of the guild. The stares of others were starting to get to her. She needed some piece and quiet... not only that, but she had questions. Questions that needed answers.
Sharp dark blue eyes glinted. He saw everything from his position behind the thick book. He saw the glares at one another, the pitying looks at the weakling of a girl, he saw it all. No wonder why he was the smartest in the room. He was one hell of a villain, and villains were always the smartest. People disgusted him… but of course, people are weaker than demons.
Yin seemed like and innocent, likeable man. His thin build and pale complexion deemed handsome towards the fairer gender. He dressed quite casually, a simple white t-shirt and skinny jeans. Not a maniacal killer… nope. Not a maniac at all.
His eyes now flicked over to the other side of the guild, where an overly dressed man sat daydreaming in a chair. The well-tailored man suddenly jumped up, his silver walking cane clattering to the floor and his top hat falling from his crown. He then promptly scribbled into his trusty puzzle book, his hand almost snapping the pen in half with his vice grip.
Honestly, no one was too sure whether to trust this man, Sinclair 'The Spectre' as they say. He was once the leader of the Rune knights, meaning a connection to the magic council. You could never be too sure. He's backstory seemed evil and acceptable, but was it really true?
Sinclair could feel the piercing, judgemental eyes staring at him, but of course chose to ignore it. He continued his crossword, scribbling out letters every now and then, leaving scratchy marks on the weathered, thin paper.
Sighing, his face turned into a frown and he snapped his book shut, placing the pen into the pocket of his tuxedo and swiftly teleported to the doors of the guild and walked out. It was a rather grand exit, instead of a grand entrance.
Outside, he bumped into a tall, blond man - Jura. He carried a large sack, most likely to contain a fair amount of jewels from his most recent mission. The man was often out on missions and was rarely in the guild. He was one of the 'insane' people and sometimes is found snooping around, whispering crazy things about obscene topics.
"... Ryuga along, this sucks." The man muttered, "Ah, at least Tomb has some hot babes."
Sinclair looked at the man questionably as he brushed past the other mage quickly, not wanting to be caught in the moment. Something was wrong with the man, and it wasn't just his 'horrible' jokes.
"Milk." Sinclair stopped at the voice, "No. It's cow booby juice." Jura cracked up at his 'realisation' and walked into the guild, scratching his ass and leaving a... disgusted tactician behind.
The sound of an explosion rung through the air as a small girl ran out of the room bare foot, smoke wafting out after her as she coughed away, thumping on her chest to get all the toxins out, while using the other hand to wave the smoke away from her face.
Two large horns that pointed towards the roof protruded from her head, which was covered in long, silky stranded of orchid hair.
"Ah! Sorry!" She exclaimed, a cute, childish smile brushing over her features. She straightened up her specially altered lab coat, now donning a red trim, and walked back into the dark room, trying not to suffocate, to try and save her experiment.
Satsuki soon again, exited the lab room - built just for her - with her eyes glued to a book. She muttered about failing yet another test and how she'd tried about twenty odd methods. She then widened her eyes, her guild mark on her forehead creasing up. She kept muttering, this time saying something like needing more human bones and bat's blood.
She skipped out her the guild, her book tucked safely in her arms. Her smile had become one of a devil's as she left. The weaker of the guild shuddered at her expression. At least she had the common courtesy of slaughtering someone outside of the guild doors... hopefully it would be somewhere deep inside the forest, where the 'left overs' could be kept hidden.
"A girl, or a boy? Hmm, maybe both?" she whispered to herself, barely audible. She jumped over tree roots as they twisted across the terrain, her thoughts focused on the experiment at hand. She suddenly summoned a large book and jumped onto it flying swiftly through the trees as she searched for any lost wanderers within the forest grounds. She finally spotted a figure up ahead and licked her lips, "Who's next?" she sung, re-quipping into her Ox Knuckles.
"Twelve Death Dance." she whispered softly, jumping off the book and launching an uppercut to the figure.
She found herself unable to move, a finger-less gloved hand wrapped around her wrist.
The man gave her a glare filled with a thousand daggers as she almost stuttered going back into her sweet demeanor, "Helth. Sorry."
He grunted and let go of her now bruising wrist. She rubbed it, killing him her her mind, but smiling and nodding on the outside.
The S-class mage started walking in the direction Satsuki had came from, his brown combat boots crushing the small twigs with each step. His eyes were ones that could rival a foxes. They were cunning, and seemed to be plotting some dark evil plan almost all the time.
He was a man of the guild you would stay away from. At least he kept it that way.
Trapis sat on a bench in the nearest town from the forest. He stretched his sore neck, moving it from side to side, causing his blood red hair, with white highlights to shift and reveal his red guild mark. The townsfolk looked at him fearfully, scampering away, trying not to make eye contact.
The guild master - Funbo, had some times caused havoc in the town, claiming it was 'a fun thing to do'. He flipped over business stalls, stole money from the citizens and a fear for the dark guild was grown. Usually by now a mage would be called on to deal with it... but no reply or interest was ever received.
The man himself was quite strong, not mention, often seen with a quaint look on his face. He'd obtained a high bounty in the past, and the Rune Knights were often searching for him. He stood out quite clearly, with his... eccentric dress style, compared to the people of the town. Not to mention, his over sized white hoodie had the guild insignia of Tomb printed on it, which stuck out like a sore thumb.
Trapis was bored of sitting there, watching people run away at the first sight of him. Nothing was ever interesting, the town was plain, the people - even more bland. He wanted some fun. A fight maybe, because watching people run like chickens was making him berserk... he just needed a strong opponent after all.
Something then caught his eye. His guild mate and his little exceed. Now there was a good fight.
'Ah, but. He's weak at the moment.' A voice reminded him. He shrugged it off. If the man really aimed to be the strongest dragon slayer, he ought to be ready to fight, no matter of the circumstances.
He slowly stood up, causing the people closest to him to jump and move away, almost bowing to him in hope that he wouldn't hurt them.
Kellan turned, sensing the magic aura growing. His green eyes flashed as he grinned, a small fang sticking out from his lip. The smile was almost... sadistic.
The Nova Dragon Slayer really did want to stay and fight, but right now, he had a falling star to catch. He turned to run but stopped at the thought of catching to train to get to the town. The one that was 6 hours away. Stars and possibly catching the train 5 times... or a fight and possibly losing?
UNTIL NEXT TIME...
OK... HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER XD
It's not that great because everything was deleted and I had to rewrite it... but yep! Review and stuffs ahah