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Suoh Ren

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a character in “The New Mage Guild: Amaranth”, as played by akashi

Description

Suoh Ren: 23, Male
B. Crimson Blade Member


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~ Physical Info ~

{Appearance}
Suoh is muscularly built, but not buff with the height of 183cm; that is just a little over 6 feet. Although he's only 22 years old, Suoh probably appears to be slightly older. He has spiky red hair and emerald green eyes, which in his opinion, a weird combination. His skin tone isn't too dark in color, just slightly tan. He wears a silver ring on his right middle finger and a black cross necklace. His left ear his pierced with a dark black stud earring, that glistens red in the sunlight. Because Suoh is someone who goes more for the casual wear, he wears a black jacket with a hood with white fur. Underneath, he wears V-neck shirt and for the pants, Suoh wears dark-blue denim jeans held by a belt. A silver chain is attached from his belt to the back pocket. He also has a small pup named Inferno that sits in his hood, head or cling onto his shoulder.

{Tattoo}
Just above his right hipbone

~ Mentality ~

{Personality}
Suoh is a rather quiet guy who only speaks when he really has to. He's a little lazy in a sense that to him, getting angry is even too much work. He doesn't see the point why he should make a fuse over someone else's stupidity. This is why he rarely gets irritated or annoyed, almost keeping the same composure even when his mood is changed. Due to this, it's hard to tell what exactly Suoh is thinking or how he is feeling at the moment. Of course there will be a time when someone really does tick him off, but even then he won't lash out in anger. Though perhaps, that's what fears people the most. He gives a silent warning and if that doesn't work, he might decide to kill you right then and there. It will probably happen so quickly such as breaking one's neck, or slamming one's head against something hard enough to break the skull. Believe it or not, Suoh really hates getting his hands dirtied and often likes to watch the fight instead of being in one. Despite his appearance, many wonder why Suoh is in a dark guild.

The redhead isn't much of a listener either. In fact, he hates being pushed around by others and will rather do whatever he wants. Suoh has a laidback attitude, always tending to not care no matter how serious a situation is. He is not an idiot, however, and knows what the right thing to do at the right time. But that is something he will decide for himself. If anything, the only person he will really listen to without so much of a complaint is the Guild Master. Otherwise, he will argue, regardless of who you are.

To Suoh, strength does not matter. He is quite talented with using his magic and in some ways stronger than he appear or claim to be. He doesn't go all out during his fights, just casually going with the flow. If his opponent uses more power, it's possible that Suoh will start to fight a little more seriously. Then again, he's someone who doesn't seem to fear death. To him life is just life and isn't exactly sure what his purpose is. At the same time, he won't just throw his life away. It's just that he lacks the fear of losing his life that makes Suoh a difficult opponent. Either way, you would really have to motivate Suoh into fighting. He will literally hold up a white flag if he feels you will just be a waste of time. Many will find that irritating because he is 'mocking' you in a way, but it's best to take up on the offer and just walk past him when he lets you.

Suoh is also not the type who goes for 'revenge'. He probably doesn't care much about his guild anyway. He knows half of them can take care of themselves and if they happen to die... oh well. Like stated before, death is never a topic to his concern.
Many people might look down at him, often mistaken him as a newbie. Most of the time, Suoh won't care what you say but there are times when he's having a bad day. One little mistake and you will regret ever opening your mouth in front of him. Suoh is a very needy guy, often asking for food or peace. This basically means he doesn't care what the hell is going on at the moment and just want to get his ass in bed and sleep. He can get cranky when his request is rejected and will probably do nothing either way.

He has a certain charismatic aura that makes people hesitate to approach him. The way he stares at people can also be quite intimidating, but this isn't on purpose. But to be honest, it's fun to see people's reaction sometimes. It's a good idea to stay on Suoh's good side; not that he will attempt to kill you for no reason just because he doesn't like you. It's just much easier to work with him if he acknowledges who you are. Suoh is straight forward with most things and you don't have to worry about him back stabbing you. He says what's on his mind, even if his words can get himself killed.

{Likes} {Dislikes}
oNapping Being told what to do x
oEating Lack of personal space x
oVideo games Idiots x
oInferno, his pet Stupid jokes x
oSmoking Getting his clothes stained with blood x
oLazy days

{Quirks} {Phobias}
%Suoh tends to smoke a lot Losing his rights @
% When playing video games, he plays it upside down for some reason
%He often complains saying 'I'm bored" (but when given something to do he doesn't do it if he doesn't like the job)

~ Ability Statistics ~

{Magic-Types}
Molding Magic ~ Magic Type 2 (Opt.) ~ Magic Type 3 (Opt.) ~ Magic Type 4 (Opt.) (Note: I prefer previously established Magic. You're welcome to develop your own, just know I will ask for some description pertaining to its nature. And about having four different types; don't make yourself invincible and don't make yourself a master of four legendary magic types. You have one main magic type and the others are like backup. Note-Note: Talk to me prior about Dragon Slayer Magic, it will be your only magic FYI.)

{Signature Spell}
Spell Name - (Description)

{Spell List}
~Spell-Type 1
~Spell-Type 2
~Spell-Type 3
~Spell-Type 4

{Non-magic Skills}
# Agility
# Stamina
# Fast learner
# Keen sense of sight and smell
# Physical strength

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~ Personal Background ~

{Biography}
Suoh lost his parents at a young age of five. He was much too little to understand the situation with life and death, so his parents' death was something he never grieved over. He had reluctantly joined a small group of orphan kids, being the youngest of them all. He was forced to do many things he really didn't want to, which is where his complexity of being pushed around comes from. As soon as he was hold enough to take care of himself, Suoh left the little gang and wandered around the world alone. During that time, he had learned to use magic.

His development would have probably stopped, however, if he hasn't met a man who went by the name Starrk. Suoh lost interest in his powers quickly until everything about magic was explained to him. Well, even then he was hesitant, but for the first time, Suoh and grown a small attachment to this man. He was never forced to do anything and we free to come and go whenever he liked. Starrk claimed that he had no authority over him and thus won't be responsible for what he did. The only thing Starrk offered was hospitality and knowledge.

Suoh was completely fine with that. To him, his life at the moment was really comfortable. Eventually he and the man parted ways when Suoh reached the age of 19 and the redhead ran into his guild. For someone like him, joining a guild probably didn't suit his life style, but Suoh decided to become a member of the Crimson Blood anyway. He had nothing to lose, or to gain from it but he figured life will be easier with a group of people rather than traveling alone. Money was one thing he hated to think about. Ever since then, Suoh had been staying with the dark guild simply following the guild master's instructions when necessary.

So begins...

Suoh Ren's Story

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Character Portrait: Alexander Faust Brimmer Character Portrait: Issabella Esther Carrington Character Portrait: Ravenna Character Portrait: Freya Hirane Character Portrait: Sidney Allen Character Portrait: Murmur Burns Character Portrait: Jennifer Holt Character Portrait: Kiev Draginua Character Portrait: Gawain Harlen Character Portrait: K'brak Zetlin Halibatore Character Portrait: Suoh Ren
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Freya Hirane - Amaranth


Freya fell.

"Help! I'm falling! I can't-" the sugary voice paused. "Ooo, nice carpet."

The grace of the dainty blonde mage was astounding, so much so that she tripped on a flat surface. The slap of wood against her small nose sent a feminine yelp through her lips as her fingers tangled themselves in her light hair of silk. There was some chuckling and Freya growled like an angry kitten as she picked herself up, frowning as she held back her tears. Freya's nose hurt and she didn't like hurting. Rubbing her thankfully intact nose, Freya glanced over at a familiar brunette. Two magnificent creatures of blue and red encircled her and a grin burst from Freya's lips.

"Izzy!!!" Freya squealed with glee, stumbling in her extravagant dress of frills. Perhaps Freya went a little too 'over the top' but who would she be if not too much? The dress laced in a criss cross of ribbons, sinking low beneath her back; the mark of Amaranth resting between her shoulder blades was as clear as day. A mass of blue and white billowed behind her, along with her flowing hair of large waves. "Izzy!" she squealed again before launching herself in the air and tackling the tall woman with a ferocity that contradicted with her petite frame.

Freya Hirane was Amaranth's other S-class mage.

"Oh, how will I miss you if you won't go away?" she teased, an all too cheerful smile on her lovely face. Izzy was certainly one of her favourite people in the world, which was saying something, as she had about a million gigantic hearts for everyone. Well, almost everyone. A small frowned crossed her face as she thought of K'brak and H'mong - why on earth did she have to be teamed with him? Shaking the thoughts from her head, she turned back to the beautiful mage before her. She loved Izzy dearly and it had been so long since she saw her, there was no one else she could fight with and no one else who would pat her back as she wept in her Corner of Doom from being ignored. "I was so worried that you wouldn't make it for the feast, Izzy-love. I even helped to cook!" 'I screamed at a pot of boiling water,' was what she meant.

Turning her head to look up at Sarah with her multi-coloured hair, Freya smiled harder, if she that were possible. How she loved people.

"I love people!" Freya announced at the top of her lungs - which was not very loud, considering how soft and timid her voice naturally was. Freya ran around the guild for a few minutes, grasping everyone in a bone-crushing embrace. She was shorter than anyone else in the guild and definitely, seemingly, the most harmless but her loving hugs could hurt. Despite Freya's lovely appearance, she was as deadly as the deadliest of deadlies and as vicious as Issabella, if not more, when it came to training the members of Amaranth. Freya took her job very seriously.

Racing back to Sarah, she took the mage's hands in her own and with a comically serious face, said, "I like you."

Then again, Freya liked everyone.

Flashing Issabella a wicked smile, the palms of Freya's hands held two blazing white flames that lit the entire room in an ethereal light.

"Ready for round two?"

Sniffing the air, Freya dropped the two balls of sizzling light, nearly burning a hole through the guild. A smile lit her features as she raced toward the bar, having completely forgotten about her Izzy. Pressing her palms on the wooden stretch of table, Freya pulled herself up, resting her flat 'stummy' - as she liked to call it - on the bar. The small mage reached out with her hands, kicking her legs in the air. "Give!" she yelled, pointing at the freshly baked apple pie.

"Or I'll kill you..." she whispered before giggling. "Just kidding! No, not really."

Ravenna - Crimson Blade


"I would call you a woman but your beards do not allow me to interpret you as such," said a perpetually breathless voice as wintry eyes burned through hair of blue.

Boots with heels to very literally kill sat upon long lean legs, the right braced with a thigh sheath and its vicious daggers. The curvaceous woman had dark hair that fell over a revealing tank top and tight leather hot pants, Scars peeked from the black cloth, along with the edge of a lacy maroon bra. There were an uncountable amount of weapons on the woman, in her belt, her boots, the pockets of her shorts, the band that gripped her arms - every part of her body was laced in weaponry, even her lips were poison.

Crimson Blade's master sat upon a majestic throne of obsidian.

"Where's that half woman friend of yours, Burns?" she asked, unable to look more bored than she did right then. Ravenna rested her head on a fist, her arm on the intricately carved arm of her grand seat. Hundreds upon thousands of scars could be seen beneath the half gloves Ravenna wore, an obvious marker of her use of the forbidden Blood Magic. That, or she truly was quite depressed.

"Kiev, was it? He's almost as difficult to look at as you and your twisted paper face." The exact meaning of 'Twisted paper face' remains a mystery. Watching the S-ranked wizard with piercing eyes of pure aqua for she could undress anyone with those eyes, the mage crossed her legs tighter. She really, really hated Murmur Burns.

Then again, Ravenna hated everyone.

Of all the guilds she could've been the master of, it had to be one filled with so many men. She hated men more than anything and she hated that they triggered an irrational fear in her when they came too close for comfort. Absently running her fingers over her scars, Ravenna's eyes glazed over as she thought of Jyel. A barely perceptible flinch, a flinch perhaps only K'brak, who was always with her, might see, crossed her features. She remembered their disgusting hands roaming over her body, their lips, their - she wished to scrub herself thoroughly enough that she bled. Bled, so that one day she might eventually be pure.

Ripping herself from her mind, Ravenna forced the fingers of the hand she was not resting on to drum on the arm of her throne, Ravenna envisioned leaving the dark guild - oh what a gift that would be. The late Naciel Harlen, old Master of Crimson Blade had entrusted her with his guild and how could she abandon one of his many last wishes after all he had given her? Why on earth did the bastard have to die?

The throne on which Ravenna sat upon fit surprisingly well with the guild's decor of deep mahogany and obsidian. The bar, filled with liquor, gleamed in all it's black granite glory. So Ravenna liked dark colours - sue her. All in all, the guild's common room looked like a night club for vampires - the imposing, armed and scarred master didn't quite 'lift the mood,' either.

"Keep going, you whiny little girls," she growled, staring distastefully at the muscled men doing an endless number of push ups before her. They were mages but Ravenna, being one of combat, liked to know her mages could hold their own without any magic or weaponry. Besides, their large frames made them so much more intimidating. "You're only at 2034 - you're acting like I'm killing you."

Rolling her eyes at the panting, sweating men, Ravenna twirled a butterfly knife in her free hand with deadly precision before arching her arm back and throwing the knife smack dab into the centre of a dart board, narrowly missing someone's head. Suddenly, an idea came to her - Ravenna grinned her infamous smile that made all who saw it uneasy.

"We should destroy Amaranth."

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K'Brak Zetlin Halibatore

'Humans really are creatures of habit' K'Brak thought with a raised eyebrow as the man next to him complained loudly about his treatment. The young man did another push up, sweats poured down from his face but he didn't give any complaints or words of contradict. He had been used to this before, from the time when Master Naciel had trained him and he was sure he could do this just fine. However, apparently, the others were just a bunch of sissies, unable to do the simplest thing such as push up. 'Spoiled brats, the lot of them... too used to being treated like a prince with every step that they can't even manage to do this properly'

K'Brak gave a last push up before standing up and dusting himself. "Hmm, 4000 under thirty minutes, huh?" The dark mage muttered, looking at the clock on the wall 'I'm getting rusty' Taking off his sweaty shirt and threw it carelessly on a nearby chair, the gray-eyed man ignored the looks of jealousy from his fellow guild members and took a towel on the wall, wiped the sweats off his back and face before putting on a long sleeves, button up white shirt. Looking at his violet waistcoat, K'Brak decided that it was too hot today to put on such a thing. Stepped aside to dodge the dagger gracefully and watched as it hit the center of the dart board, missing just the man's head a few inches.

Walking passed Murmur, K'Brak greeted neutrally "Murmur" He mumbled and gave the other S-rank a short nod. Eyeing the young man's cards once last time, the mage swept his eyes across the room, silently took in the faces of the ones that had made him notice lately. 'Where's Draginua and his pompous, loud voice anyway? It's a little quiet today' Searching for his 'rival' 's feminine face, K'Brak thought. His lips curled downward for a millisecond before he returned his face to its previous calm feature. The action happened too fast for normal person to see. K'Brak wondered if he should find Kiev and challenged him, his nightmares were turning worse Perhaps a good fight was what he needed right now.

Walking toward his Mistress, K'Brak cocked his head slightly to one side, wondered why he had seen her flinch. Maybe she was thinking of some bad memories. 'Should I talk to her about it? No, that will be too nosy. I do not want her to think that I am pitying her... she can deal with her problems just fine.' Glancing at the layer of scars on Ravenna's body, K'Brak admitted silently to himself 'so maybe she is not alright but still, my duty is not to babysit her. I am here to do what she says, not caring for her emotionally' Making up his mind, he walked in front of her throne, still not raising his head to meet her eyes.

"My Lady, I am at your service" K'Brat whispered, just loud enough for Ravenna to hear. Dropping on one knee, his head still bowed low, K'Brak placed a gentle kiss on her hand, carefully not to do anything she was uncomfortable with. "We should destroy Amaranth." Ravenna said with that smile on her face and K'Brak gave a respectful nod though he still not moved from his position on the ground, waiting for her signal. The name Amaranth brought an uneasy feeling for K'Brak though he hastily swatted it aside. He had already known that she would be there and she was one of the higher rank. So what? He knew where his heart belonged to and it was not to her. Still, it hurt... just a little bit, inside here.

'You're getting soft, Halibatore... Shouldn't you just ask for another assassinate mission and kill some random faceless fools that are stupid enough to challenge the guild? I'm sure it will ease your pain' He tried to tell his heart. Sighing but didn't object, K'Brak sneaked a glance toward his mistress, who was sitting on a throne, looking very much like a queen. Her skin, even if not smooth, was cool and still looked beautiful in K'Brak's eyes. Her red lips were like poisonous apples that the evil witch had given to a princess. Seductive, fascinating but deadly. Biting his lip lightly, K'Brak remembered the time he was sicked for a whole week because of this poison. He would be sure to never, under any circumstances, to underestimate her poisons again.

Still waiting for her to say something, K'Brak closed his eyes and let his mind wander for a bit more, knowing she must have wanted to let him suffer some more before letting him stand up. That was just fine for him though. He was used to this treatment by now anyway.

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Character Portrait: Alexander Faust Brimmer Character Portrait: Ravenna Character Portrait: Murmur Burns Character Portrait: Jennifer Holt Character Portrait: K'brak Zetlin Halibatore Character Portrait: Suoh Ren
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#, as written by akashi
Suoh Ren


'Click, click, click'

Suoh's fingers moved expertly over the buttons of a little device with the screen flashing with different colors. It's amazing how much technology had improved over the years; this generation developed fast. He was walking backwards down the hall, his footsteps silent while the clicking of the buttons continued. His expression remained neutral even as his character's 'life' was shrinking each time some weird monster looking thing made an attack. A silent sigh left his lips as he moved his arms up, head tilting back as well. It was an unusual way of playing, considering normal people tend to keep the device down while playing; Suoh was doing the opposite.

"Ah, so close." Three words and silence once more.

He felt something shift in his hood, but paid no mind as he restarted the level. Third attempt-- if he doesn't beat the game after this, he was going to give up. But goddamn it, why did he have to start all over again from the beginning? Mentally rolling his eyes, Suoh made a sharp turn around the corner and earned a complaining growl.

"My bad," he muttered. There was another shift, causing him to press the wrong button. His brows twitched ever so slightly, his annoyance starting to rise. With a bark, a little head popped up, only to bump it against Suoh's. It didn't really affect the redhead, but the creature seemed to be scowling. It jumped onto the mage's shoulder and clung on, barking once more.

"Inferno, shhh..." Suoh ordered, "your barking is distracting me." The pup pulled his ear back as he stared up at his master but barked again anyway as they walked past a door.

Suoh stopped in his tracks, and if anyone else saw, they would have probably thought he would throw the dog off his shoulders. But he didn't. Instead, Suoh turned on his heels, coming back the way he came from. His eyes continued to focus on the screen, even as he opened the door to the room and walking inside.

He stepped on a hand of a man, who for whatever reason, was laying on the floor and muttered a 'my bad' instead of a real apology. For now, he disregarded everyone else in the room-- even the higher ups-- and went about with his little business. Suoh flopped down onto a chair and for a few minutes seemed to be in his own little world. With a satisfied sigh, the redhead finally set the device down, which was now radiating with heat, and cracked his knuckles. Third time's the charm.

He finally took a look around the room, which was his way of saying 'hello'. Nobody in his guild was really the type to great one another, especially him. Now that he wasn't so into the game, he noticed the guy on the ground was pinned by... a knife? Ah, the head should stop using people as dart boards; then again, as long as it wasn't his shirt getting a hole, he supposed it was fine.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy, and Suoh mentally cursed at himself for coming at such a bad time. Ravenna seemed rather pissed and Suoh really wasn't all that curious.

"Any ideas for the destruction of Amaranth, my dearests?"

The redhead raised a single eyebrow, taking a moment to let the words sink in. Destroy Amaranth? Oh, so would that mean there will be bloodshed between the two guilds and watched as their enemies suffered? Sweet lord that sound... so... so...

"Troublesome," Suoh muttered between a sigh as he sulked a little. This meant he had to actually fight. The last time he got serious, his shirt got stained with dirt. It was one of his favorite and it was new. Not to mention he managed to get blood stained on his hood. It took almost forever to get the damn stain out.

No, no he wasn't a sissy he was just lazy; extremely lazy. Besides, why would you want to ruin your clothes? He placed his chin down onto the table and pulled out a pack of his dear cigarettes before stuffing a hand in his pocket to look for a lighter. Please don't tell him he left it in his room... Clicking his tongue, he stuck a stick in his mouth but didn't light it as he failed to find a lighter. He gave K'brak a side-way glance; the only one he knew that might have what he was lacking at the moment.

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K'Brak Zetlin Halibatore

K'brak looked down just as Ravenna shifted into another position, this time made her assets just a little easier to see though he didn't take advantage of the moment. He was not a pervert and he would be damned in Hell if he let himself earn that title. "Tell me, K'brak," Mistress Ravenna's voice made his ears perk up slightly and he focused on her completely "Yes, my Lady?" He spoke softly, aware that his guild master had drawled some attention toward them. "Tell me, K'brak, Freya Constance Lockhart."

Freya... the name made him nauseous for a moment and he wasn't sure if he heard it correctly. Did she just...? Why...? Hadn't Freya had...? "My Lady?" K'brak spoke up cautiously, slightly wary of his Mistress' intention "She is not dead," 'No, i-it can't be... F-frey...she is dead!' Confusion mixed with raw pain filled his eyes. What kind of joke was this? K'brak had known for five years now what kind of person Ravenna was but even she knew when to stop. Remained silent, K'brak's fists curled slightly but apart from his eyes and his fists, K'brak kept his cool. "I believe Master Harlen asked for their death by your hand, am I correct? You have failed. He's cursing you from his grave, my dear. If you don't watch out, you will awaken with a bald head - the man was always envious of your hair."

K'brak flinched as if he had just been slapped. Apparently, his precious mistress Ravenna had just touched a very sore spot in his heart that hadn't been healed yet. Closing his eyes briefly, K'brak still hadn't spoken a word yet, choosing to look down on the ground instead of looking straight into her eyes. "Stand" Ravenna said and once again, K'brak obeyed without any objection, moving to the right of his Mistress and stood there. The shock was still too raw in his mind that he didn't even react to the sharp knife being pressed into his skin. He wasn't afraid of bleeding or of blood. However, it appeared his Mistress didn't want him to bleed yet for the knife hadn't been pressed hard enough.

"'Angel' is the name she goes by now, correct?" K'brak numbly remembered the name and made the connections with his bright mind almost immediately. "Yes, my Lady" He replied calmly, his voice betrayed nothing of the turmoil he was feeling right now. Taking a deep breath, K'brak tried to calm himself down mentally. It wouldn't do any good if he freaked out right now. He would put it aside and deal with it later. He would excuse himself the first chance he got. "I hear she has grown strong and perhaps Master Harlen predicted such a thing as well. Did you know one of his last wishes was to control this Freya? Or, if he could not have her," Ravenna locked eyes with K'brak and the young man stared straight into those orbs which were strangely empty at this moment. "No one would."

"You are intelligent, K'brak. I am certain you understand my wishes. Our wishes. I would like this... Angel," Ravenna paused and K'brak held his breath. No, she wouldn't think of...A small voice in the back of his head said 'Yes' though he tried to convince himself that she wouldn't force him to do it. A deadly smirk made her lips curl upward and K'brak mentally sighed 'she knows what she's doing after all...' "Perhaps to play with for a while, perhaps to keep. Perhaps I will break her spirit and keep her shell intact, eh? You were once in her team and perhaps the girl will be foolish enough to trust you again. Convince her to join, force her to, torture it out of her if you must - but I want her in Crimson Blade's possession. She could deem herself useful - dead, alive or wishing she were dead. If you cannot bring her to me," Ravenna said and then paused to emphasis her point.

"Kill her"

K'brak finally lowered his eyes in submission. Because what else could he do in this situation? He was loyal to this guild and to her. He had even killed her for his previous Master. He could cut off his soul another time for sure. "Your wish is my command, my Lady" K'brak whispered in a dead tone of voice and bowed down, barely acknowledged the fact that he had just signed another contract with the devil. It was his duty and he had come to accept it very soon that he would have to get rid of his mortality in order to live in this guild and remain loyal to it.

Retreated into his own mind, K'brak tuned out all conversations. He didn't want to take part in any of it, his mind was still trying to recover from the latest shock and it would take a while for him to be back to his normal shelf. He heard Murmur's useless word without actually listening to it, his eyes wandered around, trying to find someone or something that he was comfortable with so that he could take his mind out of its numb state. Out of habit, K'brak took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it up with his red lighter.

"Troublesome" K'brak's sharp ears picked up the sound of his teammate's voice - Suoh in the chaos of the room as he searched for him and his eyes stopped as he saw Suoh with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. He gave a short grunt and took out his lighter when he saw the look Suoh was giving him. K'brak was spoiling the man, he just knew it. Tossing him his lighter, K'brak said calmly "Catch it, Ren" Knowing fully well that Suoh could hear him and that he owned him something back in the future, K'brak crossed his arms and looked at the wall with a faraway look in his eyes.

Could he be able to kill her, too? Just like he had killed Keiko? And countless others before her? Could K'brak really be able to torture and force Freya to come back?

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Ravenna ~ Crimson Blade


'As you wish, mistress,' whispered the pulse of Murmur's mind. Ravenna searched for the flames, each of her people of Crimson Blade pulsing with their own unique existence. Murmur's flame blazed, red with a blue heart at its centre, the heavy beating of his fire was impossible to miss. K'brak's was an absolute amethyst, its tongues licking high above the skies. Suoh's fire was strange, for instead of reaching upwards, it swirled like a flaming blizzard, spinning around and around like a carousel. Jennifer's light of iridescent yellow was like a lit candle, reaching toward those she had an interest in - Murmur - and drifting from those she didn't. Then, there was Vincent. His fire was distant, as if it were far, far away and not of his body. It was split down the middle, one side burning yellow and another burning red to create a mix of purple. It made her very weary of him.

"Catch it, Ren" Pulling herself from the distracting flames of life, Ravenna watched as a red lighter sailed over the heads of some dark mages toward her little red blizzard.

"Strawberry head, come," Ravenna beckoned with her slim hand. Standing from her throne, Ravenna sat on the mahogany steps and patted the space next to her. "If you and K'brak insist on killing yourselves in smoke, surely you could spare some time before your inevitable deaths to entertain me. There appears to be a mission that pays very well, 30,000,000 Jewels, I believe. You merely have to save the money within Mailman Trade. The pathetic 'dark guild' - or so they call themselves - Pink Ponies will be guarding the trade guild. Surely they will be no match for the Cancer Sticks. You will go with K'brak, is that understood?"

"It depends on what kind of destruction you are referring to, Mistress Ravenna." Vincent's voice began, an answer to her previous statement about destroying Gawain's guild. Ravenna tilted her head ever so slightly to indicate that she was listening. Her hand rested on Suoh's back, so close to his neck, her dagger within her glove could've penetrated his throat. "It would also determine whether you care more for earning money by completing missions or capturing Freya. Divide and conquer has always been a favorite tactic. I have learned on my way back here that there should be a celebration of sorts going on at Amaranth. Our plan is simple. We do what do best. Kill, steal, extort, and all those other goodies."

Ravenna's fingers pressed a billionth of a fraction harder against Suoh's body, her eyelids drooped a quarter of a millimetre. Crimson Blade's master was growing impatient. "The jobs we should focus on should be all the assassination jobs for one good reason. Ongoing protection. We let word out that a lot of high level assassinations are going to be taking place. Each group scouts out the locations and finds out if Amaranth is protecting the client. More importantly if Freya is protecting the client. If not then we pull back and regroup to another assassination location and simply cut down the choices."

"When we find Freya we overwhelm her with our numbers. Granted there is the chance she may not take any of the jobs, but if we learn that she is not coming then we can go back to find out early enough so we could go back to the previous jobs. It just requires planning and cooperation. I just wonder if it is possible for all of us to work together for once. The sooner we get started the easier the plan will succeed. My team will take this one. He said as he showed the job about the mayor and the wedding."

Ravenna was clicking her tongue now, a dangerous sound for it was an indicator of her impatience, a sign many had learned to avoid and cower to. "Vincent," Death said slowly, standing in a single smooth fluid movement. "We will not waste so many of our people on a single girl. She is powerful but not invincible. Are you suggesting your fellow Crimson's do not have what it takes to destroy her without the help of our entire guild? If she is as dangerous as you are making her out to be, I will not risk the lives of all of my people for her. Freya is K'brak's main mission - for now," observing the said mage from her peripheral vision, Ravenna continued, "I believe he is capable of overpowering and deceiving a child who is barely 18. It would be shameful for a mage of his rank to require the assistance of others."

Crimson Blade's master did not believe in anything less than the best. "Weaklings will not be tolerated in my guild," Ravenna gave Vincent a pointed look, a small spark of fury in her still orbs of aqua. 'You are hiding something,' the telepathic whispered in Vincent's mind. 'Watch where you step, child or you may find your foot on a land mine.' "Your team may take that mission." Then, addressing all in the guild, she spoke as well as pounded into their minds,

"You will not kill anyone of Amaranth - not yet. You may befriend them, fool them, have them believe you are mere humans with clean hands. You may ruin their fun and destroy their love for one another. You may cause chaos, you may hurt. But you will keep your identities hidden. If that is not possible, you will create some petty story about your hidden hate for Crimson Blade and its tyrant of a master," Ravenna added with a smirk.

"These rules does not apply for you two," Ravenna said, giving K'brak and Suoh brief glances. "You may act as you see fit. Not all dark guild members should have such tragic and elaborate stories. People might even start to believe I'm a cruel demon," Ravenna chuckled darkly before walking past Murmur.

'Come,' she whispered in his mind. 'We shall go to Karinui.' Then, with a pause, she added, glancing briefly at everyone in the guild and lingering on the Cancer Sticks. Ravenna told Murmur, 'Bring back-up.'

Ravenna ~ Karinui Tavern


"Hey, babe," cooed a lanky man with a scar on his chin as he ran a hand down Death's bare legs. Ravenna squealed slightly as if she'd just received a pleasant surprise from a handsome knight - Well, that didn't take too long. It made Ravenna want to kill herself, degrading her standards down to a whimpering girl but it was what was required. The dark mage wore a tight fitting dress that emphasised her assets, the sides of which was sliced so much, the black cloth barely covered anything. Her small waist melted into wide hips and a full top - I told them attractive young woman, not prostitute, Ravenna thought gruffly. Death's glossy hair was curled into soft, wavy locks as they tumbled over her bare shoulder, curved over her breasts and dipped to her hips - the left side of her fringe was pulled back with 3 needle thin and iron hard pins of deadly poison. Her long legs were bare, except for the straps of her deadly heels that curled around her frail ankle. A small dagger hugged the side of her thigh, or rather, hip, barely hidden under her minuscule skirt. Ravenna's body tingled with barely controlled magic. She wanted to destroy the man right then and there.

"H-hello, sir," she stuttered, staring down at the clenched fist on her lap. She wore black gloves that reached her elbows to disguise the multitude of scars on her arms. Luckily, the dress shielded the worst of the marks on her back. The lanky man groped her behind.

'Kill him very, very slowly,' Ravenna sent silently to Murmur, who sat somewhere in the dimly lit tavern. Large men clanked their mugs of beer and drank - Ravenna resisted the urge to gag. The disgusting man's sweaty palms on her body made her hate herself all the more. But she had to do this, she had to be the one to take down Jyel.

"We're going to have a lot of fun, aren't we, sweet thing?" the man laughed millimetres from Ravenna's face. He smelled of spoiled whisky and unclean teeth. Forcing a smile onto her lips, Ravenna asked nervously, "What's your name, master?" She used 'master' for she knew first hand how much they loved being called such a thing. It made her want to skin them alive.

"Jose," the man replied, running a meaty hand up her curved spine. Ravenna arched her back with repulsion as she shuddered, pretending she was overly pleased with his touch.

'I know you're enjoying this, you bastards,' Ravenna hissed in the minds of the Crimson Blade members near her.

"Let's go outside, huh, babe?" the man asked, lifting Ravenna off her chair and dragging her out the back door before she could even reply. Crimson Blade's master pretended to stumble in her 6 inch heels. When they were outside, a heavy weight smacked against the back of Ravenna's head and she felt herself falling - she did not have to pretend this time. Everything was going just as planned.

"Sorry, sweetheart. We'll play later, I promise," Jose chuckled.

Before Ravenna allowed her body melted into darkness, she echoed, 'Follow,'

and the world became nothing.

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Jennifer Holt


Jen watched everyone as they talked with Ravenna. She could tell that the guild master was irritated. Her eyes were focused on Murmur, the way he could get to Ravenna with just a few words interested her. She then focused on Vincent as he laid out his plan. The plan was a good one, divide and conquer was always a good strategy.

When Ravenna rejected the plan it didn’t shock Jen, Ravenna wasn’t the type of commander who would use that kind of strategy. She was more of the type to send her strongest against the enemies strongest just to prove her power. Jen smiled and then slide off her stool as Vincent walked by her.
"Well Jennifer, I guess we should get this over with quickly before the mayor and his kid can get proper protection." Vincent said

Jen sighed; she hated being called by her full name. She began walking toward the door, but then turned around and looked at Suoh. She had one of her shadow hands go up to him and turn his head slightly so he was looking at her. She lifted up her sunglasses then winked at him flirtatiously; Ursa shook her head and tugged on Jen’s hand to make her walk.

After she exited the hall she took off her Jacket and handed it to one of the hands swirling around her. She pointed to hand with her crossbow, she took it and holstered the large weapon on her back. She then started walking looking over the paper with the mission assignment.
It was a standard assassination, but what Vincent said earlier made Jen excited. The possibility of members of Amaranth protecting the mayor and his daughter intrigued Jen. It had been a while since she had a good fight. She looked back at Vincent and gave him a sinister grin, she then looked down when Ursa gripped her hand and said “How many people are we going to kill today.”

Jen picked Ursa up and said softly “as many people as we want little sister.” Ursa giggled with excitement, Jen had rubbed off on Ursa and the little bear enjoyed killing just as much as she did. Jen turned around toward Vincent with Ursa still in her arms and said “So do you have a plan or shall we just make it up as we go along.” Jen was hoping he would go for the second option, whenever she didn’t have a plan she did her best work. Everything would be spontaneous and whoever got in her way would just be another body on top of the pile.

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Suoh Ren


"Catch it, Ren."

The corner of his lips twitched into a small grin as he caught the lighter in his hand. Nodding his head in thanks, Suoh lit his cigarette, taking a long drag. Why did such heavenly thing have to be a burden to your body? Life really wasn't fair.

"Strawberry head, come," came Ravenna's demand. That really wasn't an attractive nickname, but when your team's nickname was 'Cancer Sticks' nothing else was really all that weird to you anymore.

Blinking over at the head master, Suoh slowly got up from his chair and walked over. On the way, he dropped the lighter back into K'brak's hand and sat down. "If you and K'brak insist on killing yourselves in smoke, surely you could spare some time before your inevitable deaths to entertain me. There appears to be a mission that pays very well, 30,000,000 Jewels, I believe. You merely have to save the money within Mailman Trade. The pathetic 'dark guild' - or so they call themselves - Pink Ponies will be guarding the trade guild. Surely they will be no match for the Cancer Sticks. You will go with K'brak, is that understood?" His shoulders immediately drooped slightly when he was given a mission to do. He was sure K'brak could handle things on his own. He would rather babysit the newbies. It was fun watching them try so hard and use them as his personal sandwich maker. Surprisingly, most of them were pretty good at cooking.

"...........Mm okay," he mumbled, looking like a child who was forced to eat his vegetables. For a moment, he watched as his cigarette continued to burn, bits of ashes falling onto the floor. Realizing how much of a waste that just was, Suoh took another drag. All the redhead heard after that was 'blah blah blah'. He really was not interested in destroying... Ama.... Amaham..? No, wait... Amahara? What was it again? He swore he heard them say it a couple of times. Maybe he should focus a little more.

He barely flinched as Ravenna's hand rested on his back, his mind too busy trying to get the correct name. Suoh probably had short term memories-- no, not probably. He did have short term memory.

It was when Ravenna applied a little more pressure that he realized what was going on. His emerald eyes glanced back at the guild master, then at Vincent before moving back to Ravenna. What an uncomfortable feeling this was... Oh. Here comes the tongue clicking. Putting out the cigarette, he flicked it into the ash tray and casually attempted to move away from Ravenna's touch. Luckily, the other had gotten up first and he finally relaxed against the railing.

"You will not kill anyone of Amaranth - not yet. You may befriend them, fool them, have them believe you are mere humans with clean hands. You may ruin their fun and destroy their love for one another. You may cause chaos, you may hurt. But you will keep your identities hidden. If that is not possible, you will create some petty story about your hidden hate for Crimson Blade and its tyrant of a master,"

Amaranth; there we go, Suoh finally got the right name, yay.

"These rules does not apply for you two," Suoh's eyes flickered up, meeting Ravenna's for a brief second as she spoke. "You may act as you see fit. Not all dark guild members should have such tragic and elaborate stories. People might even start to believe I'm a cruel demon."

Ravenna probably didn't have to worry about that. Suoh had little to no creativity to even think of a good story that people might believe in. As everyone started to head out of the room, Suoh lifted his ass up as well but almost lost his footing when something took hold of his chin. His head was turned enough to see Jennifer sending him a wink. He lazily waved her off before turning to K'brak.

"Can we eat before we leave?" Because he had nothing since yesterday night.

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K'Brak Zetlin Halibatore

Standing next to Ravenna silently through the whole deal without speaking a word, including the time when she purposely emphasized the words 'cancer sticks' and 'tragic' just to taunt him, K'brak gave his Mistress a short bow as he watched her left. Raising an eyebrow when the B-ranked member - Holt winked at Suoh in a flirty way before walking away, K'brak finally allowed himself to sit for the first time that morning. Dropping himself on a nearby chair, K'brak absently heard his teammate asked "Can we eat before we leave?"

"Yes, we can. Truth to be told, I have not eaten yet, either..." K'brak replied and paused for a few seconds, letting himself choose his breakfast from a menu on a table in front of him. Glancing at it, the S-ranked member finally continued "I will have a 'whatever' dish... Order for me if the waiter comes, alright? I am going to get the information on our mission, one can never be too sure about anything..." Pursing his lips slightly, appeared to be in thoughts, K'brak finished "...though I doubt I can't complete it alone with my current ability"

Stood up and walked to the mission board, K'brak ripped his mission details off it and came back to their table. Pouring himself a cup of tea and casually took a drag, the dark mage trailed the tip of his finger across the yellow page. He looked at the mission in disgust and asked his teammate with a sneer on his handsome face "What kind of dark guilds name themselves 'Pink Ponies'? Look just like a light guild disguise as a dark guild, too... a shame, really. I was hoping for some good fights...."

"Let's make this quick, shall we? I'm sure that both you and I don't fancy getting our hands dirty because of some pathetic things such as the 'pink ponies'. I have a plan" K'brak said and put down the paper for Suoh to see and then took out a small notebook "You have already known that I have a knack for poisons and making things die... both painfully and painlessly. Here's the plan. You will go and find a few ingredients for me. I will make the poison. Then we put it inside the water source or food source, I don't really care which. They die. We take the money. The end" K'brak shrugged and looked at the now mostly empty bar.

"Sure, it will take sometimes for me to make the poison though think of the bright side, our clothes won't be dirty and our hands will be clean. My new recipe allows me to kill in just...hmm, let say...." K'brak mused and tapped his chin "three minutes top... What do you think, Ren? Ready to do it?" Sighing, K'brak muttered, mostly to himself "and I still have that personal mission to do, too..." Closing his eyes and took a sip of his now cold tea, K'brak couldn't help but thought 'Why do I keep getting the feelings that this mission isn't going to be pleasant?'

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Suoh Ren


"I will have a 'whatever' dish... Order for me if the waiter comes, alright? I am going to get the information on our mission, one can never be too sure about anything... though I doubt I can't complete it alone with my current ability."

Suoh barely listened to what the other was saying, because all he really cared about was getting some food into his system. As soon as he had gotten K'brak's permission, his eyes were glued onto the menu. There were a few things that were very difficult for Suoh. One of them was choosing what to eat. Everything at the moment sounded so damn good that he wanted to have a taste of everything.

Well, K'brak was going to eat too, right?

"I want this, this, this, this, oh and this... Wait, does this come with pineapples? Take them out, it's too sour. Oh, and I want these with some strawberries," the redhead ordered.

"What kind of dark guilds name themselves 'Pink Ponies'? Look just like a light guild disguise as a dark guild, too... a shame, really. I was hoping for some good fights...."

Suoh glanced over and gave a small shrug. A guild name didn't have to sound dark to be a dark guild... At least, that's what he thought. But maybe 'Pink Ponies' was a little dumb. Why not 'Unicorns' instead?

"I beg to differ..." the redhead muttered, impatiently waiting for the food to come out. If his opponent was weak, he really didn't have to do anything. He would pretty much let K'brak deal with the situation. Sitting and watching was much more entertaining anyway. It was too much work having to fight. It meant moving.

"Let's make this quick, shall we? I'm sure that both you and I don't fancy getting our hands dirty because of some pathetic things such as the 'pink ponies'. I have a plan."

Please tell him the plan didn't include him in it.

"You have already known that I have a knack for poisons and making things die... both painfully and painlessly. Here's the plan. You will go and find a few ingredients for me. I will make the poison. Then we put it inside the water source or food source, I don't really care which. They die. We take the money. The end"

"Well..." Suoh started as he started to play with a box of matches that happened to be laying on the table, "things really won't be as simple if I end up getting the wrong ingredients. Do you really trust me with that sort of task?"

Of course, saying this was just part of Suoh's plan. Being K'brak's partner for a while now, he knew most of the things K'brak needed. Suoh just didn't want to go out and buy them. Tapping his finger against the table, he glared towards the door where the 'waitress' had disappeared to, and wondered where that guy was with his food. They better hurry because Suoh was starting to get a little grumpy.

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"things really won't be as simple if I end up getting the wrong ingredients. Do you really trust me with that sort of task?" Suoh asked him and K'brak raised an eyebrow, slightly amused that the older man thought he could escape his duty that easily. "You could get the wrong things, true" K'brak agreed and took another cigarette out of his breast pocket. Lit it up and took a drag, K'brak continued without a care for anything "But then again, if they do not die because of the poison, I will have to require your help and use my power to combat them physically and that would be... hmm, how do you often put it?"

Tapping his chin, K'brak snapped his finger and smiled as a thin, gray smoke escaped his lips "Ah, yes, troublesome" Eyeing Suoh patiently, K'brak finished his little explanation "So if you want to avoid fighting, you will have to do this... and DON'T tell me you don't know where to buy my poison ingredients. You have already brought them at least 10 times this month alone..." Opened his notebook and torn out a small, yellow paper, K'brak handed it over to Suoh "My new recipe... The ingredients aren't that hard to find but if you combine them correctly, you can kill an elephant with just a very small dose"

Standing up, K'brak snatched a sandwich on a plate brought by the waiter that was meant for Suoh and waved his hand lazily, smirking when he took a bit into Suoh's...now, his food. "It tastes good. You chose very wisely, Ren...Now, if you excuse me..." Gesturing the other food on the table, K'brak said nonchalantly "Finish it all and buy those ingredients for me... I will pack my things and we will depart tomorrow morning. It takes 2 days to get there, you know... Enough time for me to make my magic..." Yawning, K'brak walked away but not before reminding Suoh of a little debt he had owed the younger male "Consider buying them your payment for borrowing my lighter. See ya later, Ren. Don't be late"



H'mong Loor Halibatore

Opened his eyes with a tired sigh, H'mong forced himself to roll out of his bed. It had been an exhausted night for him, a night filled with all the nightmares from the past. Rubbing his eyes, the young man let out a small yawn and stood up, still slightly dazed. Picking up the comb on the nightstand, H'mong combed his hair and tied them with a simple white cloth. Running a hand through his soft, dark purple-ish hair, the swordsman took another longer cloth and wrapped it around his forehead. Taking out the traditional clothes for a samurai, H'mong started to undress and then quickly change into a fresher clothes. Looking at himself in the mirror, H'mong noticed something was missing, something very important.

Opened his closet, H'mong took his more-precious-than-diamond scarf that K'brak had given to him 13 years ago, the young man carefully tucked it around his neck. Putting K'brak's image into his hidden pocket, H'mong smiled. Now he was ready to go. Taking the sword on the table, H'mong walked out of his apartment, deep in thought. Looking at his wrist watch, H'mong suddenly realized he had slept in... 8 hours later than usual. Swallowing hard, H'mong began to speed up. He was late for the feast. Gawain had said there was one or so if he remembered correctly. Oh no, Freya was going to skin him alive this time. The girl had been uncomfortable enough in his presence that he did not want to make her even angrier with him.

With that thought in mind, H'mong ran as fast as he could, nearly slammed into the guild's gate and hurriedly opened the door. "I'm sorry everyone... I slept in..." He bowed and apologized frantically until he had a very familiar shrieking noise "IT'S A DEMON!!! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" Still confused, H'mong stammered when he saw a panicked Freya followed closely by a strange blonde "W-wha" Before he spoke anything more though, Izzy had already beaten him and come next to Freya to talk to her something that H'mong didn't hear because of all the distraction going around him.

Chewing his lips, H'mong asked hesitantly "U-uhm, I'm not i-in trouble b-because I'm l-later than usual, ain't I?" His right hand hung loosely on his katana, ready to draw it out if there was a demon like Freya had claimed before. Coughing slightly, H'mong waited until things had died down a little bit more. Looking at the calendar, the swordsman realized he would need to do some missions soon. It had been a while since he had last done them with Freya.

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Suoh Ren


"You could get the wrong things, true"

Suoh almost... almost grinned. But it was a good thing he didn't because otherwise, he would have made a fool out of himself. "But then again, if they do not die because of the poison, I will have to require your help and use my power to combat them physically and that would be... hmm, how do you often put it?" Already, Suoh knew he lost this one. "Ah, yes, troublesome" The redhead mouthed the last word in sync with K'brak and mentally rolled his eyes. He hated going on errands like this. Well, at least he wouldn't have to waste his energy during the actual mission.

Suoh lazily waved his hand, that usually meant 'okay, okay stop your nagging, I'll do it' and yawned. Oh, his food was finally here too. Good good. He took the paper from the S-rank and scanned it quickly; it wasn't a very long list. Getting it all down in his head, Suoh placed the paper down and reached for the sandwich when someone... got to it before he did.

Wait.

No.

That's rude.

"It tastes good. You chose very wisely, Ren...Now, if you excuse me..."

Suoh glared at K'brak, brows twitching in slight anger. Nobody takes his food. N o b o d y. His fingers twitched and he had to calm himself down so he wouldn't throw the plate at the back of K'brak's head. Then again, there's no guarantee that he will actually manage to hit the other. Oh, but if he could...

"Finish it all and buy those ingredients for me... I will pack my things and we will depart tomorrow morning. It takes 2 days to get there, you know... Enough time for me to make my magic..."

Giving K'brak the finger, Suoh stuffed his mouth with some pancakes before getting up. "Inferno, we're leaving," he murmured while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Consider buying them your payment for borrowing my lighter. See ya later, Ren. Don't be late" Stopping, Suoh turned to look at the other with an eyebrow raised. "Then I suppose you now owe me a sandwich." Childish, yes, but seriously, eating was an important part of his daily life and taking his food when he's hungry won't put the redhead in such a good mood.

"I'll try not to be late... No promises though." Giving a half-ass goodbye, Suoh and his dog walked out of the room to get the ingredients.

--

Suoh had overslept as usual. He stayed up playing games, again, and if it weren't for Inferno's barking, he would have probably slept through the afternoon. Yawning loudly, the redhead blinked his eyes opened and stared at the clock that hung on the opposite wall. A minute or two ticked by and that was all it took for something to click inside Suoh; he was late.

Tiredly, he rolled out of bed and started to get ready. Still half asleep, his movements were a little sluggish, but he some how managed. Making sure to pack all the ingredients needed for the poison, he allowed Inferno to cling onto his shoulder as he made his way towards the bar. Greeting the ones he knew and ignoring the ones he didn't, Suoh entered the bar and took a quick look around before spotting K'brak. It really wasn't that hard.

"Cigarette for breakfast...?" he asked before dropping the bag of ingredients in front of the other. "I did my job."

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"I did my job." A voice said behind K'brak and he turned around, opened his eyes tiredly. Ah, here his teammate was... late as always "You are late, Ren" K'brak accused his teammate coldly and eyed the bag of ingredients in front of him. Opened it, K'brak took out each 'spice' for his newest 'dish', nodding his head once in a while "At least you can get these right..." Without waiting for Suoh to order anything, K'brak threw a bag containing a sandwich and a drink that he randomly picked "For you.... We are already running late today... No time for you to sit here and enjoy your morning... Let's go... I have already booked the train tickets..."

Standing up and nearly dragging Suoh along with him, K'brak slammed some money on the table, gave the waiter a curt nod and left. Unfortunately for K'brak, he would have looked a lot cooler had he not been chewing his own sandwich while he was leaving his Guild. Arriving the Train Station just barely 5 minutes later, still dragging Suoh, K'brak frowned and swallowed the last piece of sandwich. Giving the train station attendant a look, he showed the tickets and continued to drag Suoh into their seats. He was tired and frankly put, he did not want to wait for Suoh to wake up from his trance... which could take hours. Snorting, K'brak took out the ingredients and closed the door, not wanting anyone to interrupt his work. Sighing K'brak finally let go of Suoh and said in displeasure "I hope you can at least keep those morons from entering here while I am doing my job..."

Putting the ingredients on the table and took out his precious knives, K'brak began to work. Cutting a small, slimy red thing, K'brak mumbled out of habit "Five slices of snake liver...hmm, toad skin..." Temporary forgot the world around him, K'brak was left with only two things - him and the poison.



H'mong Loor Halibatore

"You're so slow!" H'mong faintly heard Freya said and he had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from retorting sharply. Not everyone had the speed of lightning... Trying to catch his breath, H'mong gave a startled shout as he felt Freya approached him with a yellow blur. She touched his temples and slowly, he could feel himself glowing. 'Oh no, she's not going to-'

"ARGGGGG" H'mong shouted when Freya began to pull him with a dangerously fast speed. At this rate, he would die before he could find his little brother. "P-put me d-down, F-Freya!" H'mong tried to protest but it was no use. Closing his eyes, H'mong began to pray for anyone up there that could hear him so that this torment could end soon. This was not funny at all.



"Ouch" H'mong said and massaged his abused wrist as he was dropped non-too-gently by Freya. Rolling his eyes at the attention Freya was receiving, H'mong muttered, mostly to himself "Something never changes..." Slipping into the shadow again, H'mong barely had time to react before he was tackled down by Freya, missing the spikes just mere inches. H'mong's hands touched something really soft and he looked up, his eyes widened to see that he had touched Freya's certain part'. Before he could stammer an apology, Freya had already stood up and was now looking at the giant in front of her.

Standing up slowly as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, it all happened so fast that H'mong couldn't even do anything but watched as one of the boys kissed Freya in front of him. A surge of anger ran through H'mong's veins as he took out his sword and pointed toward the spirits that dared to attack his crush "Are you going to kiss me now, spirit?" Standing between Freya's fallen body and the red-headed spirit protectively, H'mong gritted his teeth as he noticed Freya was unconscious. This was not good. The odd for them was not good... not at all.

"Sorry, dude... but I only like girls... not boys..." The spirit taunted and H'mong leaped forward without any warning. His sharp blade cut through the boy's arm as blood began to seep from his wound. "You shouldn't...really shouldn't do that... I don't like boys... but now that I'm looking at your girly hair... you look like a girl to me... I guess I can break the rule this time and have some fun..." Chuckling, the spirit began to attack. H'mong dodged and at the same time, tried to protect Freya. 'I can't do both at the same time... Shit!'

"!"

At the sound of Freya's scream, H'mong immediately turned to look at her, his focus wavered for a second. Unfortunately, a second was all the red-hair spirit needed as he brushed his lips against H'mong's. The action shocked the swordsman so much that he just stood there like a fool. His eyes closed and he fell on top of Freya's body, unconscious and trapped in his own nightmare.

H'mong's nightmare

"Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka? (Where are you now, what are you doing?)
Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka? (Are you in this endless sky?)

Ima made watashi no kokoro wo umete ita mono (I realized for the first time)
Ushinatte hajimete kizuita (I've lost the things that have filled my heart till now)
Konna ni mo watashi wo sasaete kurete ita koto (How much you supported me)
Konna ni mo egao wo kureteita koto (How much you made me smile)"


A much, much younger H'mong sang loudly as he stroke his brother's hair, gently brushed away a dark lock as it covered his brother's eyes. They were both sitting under a big tree with K'brak laying in H'mong's lap, sleeping soundly. It was a beautiful afternoon, the sun was shining brightly and they both were just lazying around. Their parents had gone to the market to sell the later goods so they had a free afternoon all by themselves. K'brak had suggested that they should go to the Hill and just rested there. H'mong then had sung a familiar song that their mother had sung for them a long time ago. It was a beautiful song and it didn't take long for K'brak to fall asleep in his lap like he always did whenever he listened to this song.

"Ushinatte shimatta daishou wa totetsumonaku ooki sugite (That I'd lost them was too much to consider)
Torimodosou to hisshi ni te wo nobashite mogaku keredo (Even though I struggled so desperately to reach out my hand and take them back )
Maru de kaze no you ni surinukete todokisou de todokanai (Like the wind they slipped through, looking as though they would reach me, but did not)

Kodoku to zetsubou ni mune wo shimetsukerare (My chest was tightened by loneliness and despair )
Kokoro ga kowaresou ni naru keredo (My heart felt like it would break )
Omoide ni nokoru anata no egao ga (But your smiling face remained in my memories )
Watashi wo itsumo hagemashite kureru (Always encouraging me)

Mou ichido ano koro ni modorou (Let's return to those days once more)
Kondo wa kitto daijoubu (I know it will be alright this time )
Itsumo soba de waratteiyou (Always smiling at your side )
Anata no sugu soba de... (Close by your side)

Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka, (Where are you now, what are you doing? )
Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka? (Are you in this endless sky? )
Itsumo no you ni egao de ite kuremasu ka? (Will you smile for me like always? )
Ima wa tada sore wo negai tsuzukeru. (Right now, it's all I continue to ask for)

Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka, (Where are you now, what are you doing? )
Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka? (Are you in this endless sky?)"


He finished his beautiful song and looked down only to discover in horror that K'brak's body was covered with blood. "K'brak! Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He shook his brother awake and stared in shock as the gray eyes that his brother had inherited from their Mother was dulled and lifeless. "What happened? Talk to me, little bro!" K'brak stood up and pushed H'mong away from him. "You are weak, Halibatore. I don't need a weakling for a brother"

The sentence was like a slap to H'mong's face as he sat there, unable to accept what just happened. Had his brother just...No, he hadn't... But that was..."Stop and think for a moment, K'brak... please don't leave, I don't want your hands to stain with blood..." H'mong stood up and suddenly, he realized he had grown up from a little boy to a teenager. "It's too late to say that... I'm already a killer... a murderer..." K'brak said coldly and raised his hands - the hands that were covered with blood from who knew how many people.

"Please come back, please don't go..." H'mong pleaded, his eyes watered but K'brak's figure just slowly fade until he disappeared, leaving a fully grown up H'mong alone on the Hill. Tears finally ran down his handsome face as H'mong uttered softly "Little brother... my little brother..." Screaming, H'mong knelt down and cried in despair. In the wind, a faint voice sang over and over again.

"...Ushinatte shimatta daishou wa totetsumonaku ooki sugite (That I'd lost them was too much to consider)
Torimodosou to hisshi ni te wo nobashite mogaku keredo (Even though I struggled so desperately to reach out my hand and take them back )
Maru de kaze no you ni surinukete todokisou de todokanai (Like the wind they slipped through, looking as though they would reach me, but did not)

Kodoku to zetsubou ni mune wo shimetsukerare (My chest was tightened by loneliness and despair )
Kokoro ga kowaresou ni naru keredo (My heart felt like it would break )..."


End nightmare


In the real world, H'mong gave a painful scream as tears finally fell down his face. When would this nightmare stop?