Zane Alef's Story

Zane walked into the elevator and pressed the button labeled "Floor 66: Stol and Madden Law Firm". He had to hold his staff like a walking stick in the elevator, it made him feel old. Of course, he didn't really have a good perception of time. At least he was the one of the first of the Associates to work this time, it seemed, as the door opened to a floor with only three rooms. He went straight for the room with the good catches, noticing a phoenix at the very top of bulletin board.

Visit the Arms Dealer, huh? Alright, then. It said to take backup, too, but Zane ignored it. He was a little eager to get this job started, wondering what ability he should take after kicking the bird's blazing behind. As he approached the designated staff and asked for more info on the phoenix, Zane was thinking about how literally anything a phoenix had, he'd find useful. Maybe he should just take the ability to turn into one, or the flaming wings. Perhaps the ability to resurrect from ashes? No, he'd be immune to fire anyways. A hollow bone structure would leave him more fragile, but he'd be much faster and he could pull himself back together anyways. Being able to turn into living fire would be awesome, too.

"Hello, dollface." He'd recognize the voice of Andrew Wilkes anywhere, or at least when the man was flirting and trying to blow off work. Granted, most of his time was spent accumulating an even bigger debt, but even then he still managed to keep a lower debt than Zane. Better to just ignore him for now.