I want it! (Open)

A ship would come into port at high noon. It was a merchant ship that was carrying a few passengers for the extra coin. A man dropped from the side of the ship onto the docks. The man was tall and lean, his hair was abnormally long but what was likely more noteworthy was the large sheath slung over his back. It did not carry a single blade, but many.

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He had already payed his boat fee and now was moving onto his next objective. Lodging. He spoke to no apparent person "Where shall it be?" Oddly enough no apparent person replied "Dunno. Keep walking I'll tell you when I see what I want." The man nodded "Very well." So he walked.

The man approached the center of town and then it came into view. No apparent person saw it too. "Will that suffice sire?" No apparent person seemed to consider it before saying "I'd like something a little bigger. But I guess that is what would be expected. Gotta keep the Pseudo-Ruler on his toes." The man changed course to walk towards that which they had saw "You really think he will come after you? If he gets caught the penalty will be exorbitant." The voice laughed "We're genie. Everything is exorbitant."

The man rolled his eyes "Speak for yourself." With that they reached their destination, the man put his foot on the door and with a single kick sent the doors of the Lamia Scale Guild Hall flying off their stone hinges.

He walked into the guild hall declaring "This building has been claimed in the name of King Meruem as his new castle! Vacate now or accept your position as his new servants!" A small golden creature flew out from the man's cloak and laughed maniacally "Scram! Or kneel before your new king! Me!"

"Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head." Unbudged by the push, he moved like a blur and pointed at Katerii's head with a katana now free from its sheath. "You are in the presence of King Meruem of the Djinn. You will show respect or face the consequences." Meruem flew up to look down on Katerii "Watch it hood and cowl! I'm royalty! When Myra tells you to kneel you kneel and when I tell you to kneel you don't bother asking how low because you know your forehead should be on the ground!" The little golden thing giggled "Unless you'd rather lose your head?" Myra's blade was painfully still as he stared down its length, he refused to allow either him or especially his master to be so casually dismissed.

Sleep.

That was all he wanted.

Was it so much to ask for?

According to this fool it was, as he and his floating friend seemed fully intent on robbing him of that sweetest of commodities. Dmitry had been happily napping in the corner when this guy decided to barge in and literally act like he owned the place, causing the sage's eyes to snap open, pupils glowing silver and irises black as night. 

"I invoke the World Serpent: Jormangand!" An enormous, smoke-like snake materialized out of thin air and took advantage of the high ceiling to raise it's head high enough to look the floating figure in the eyes. Dmitry himself utilized his Arc of Destiny to skip the space between him and the loud intruder to appear directly at his side, seething with rage. 

"Damn it all, I'm trying to sleep you noisy assholes! I don't give a damn who you bastards are, if you don't pipe down right the hell now, I'm gonna take a lot more than your tongue!"

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"...376 notices... bills rather, for destruction of property on part of Lamia Scale mages..."
Xavier rubbed his head, it throbbed with the pulse of his blood, slow but with tenure.

"A day's worth of papers detailing missions for the guild..."
Looking at them, he shoved them off of his desk and they fell into a basket nearby labeled "Tomorrow"

There was one paper which he seemed to have failed to sort some time ago, and held it up in the light. "An I.O.U. from... well it doesn't really say. Great, I have no idea who took what."

A loud slam was heard outside of the mostly peaceful room, and things on the desk rattled to the floor as the ground shook from something massive and heavy crashing to the floor. Xavier rubbed his head, the pain returning with a vengeance now, and being pestered by the commotion that followed immediately.

Standing up, he threw open the door without car because he needed some time to think, before he found a group of mages from the guild, and a new guy with... a genie? He walked up to them his silent fury cutting through the tension like a hot knife through butter. He did his best to keep it contained as he politely removed Dmitry from the samurai looking guy. Doing the best to contain himself he spoke directly to him. "I don't know or truly care who you think you are, but this is our domain." While he spoke he also carefully lowered Myra's blade with a half length staff he retrieved from his back. "If you think you can just waltz in here and claim you're dead wrong. You've gotta go through me first."

This place was just full of heroes wasn't it? Meruem bet his bottom dollar they supported democracy. Myra didn't so much as flinch when the smoke snake appeared, he'd seen meaner. But what did get his attention was Dmitry and his noise complaint. As fast as the time he drew a blade on Katerii he raised another to Dmitry's neck with his free hand. He didn't turn his head from Katerii but he shifted his eyes to look "Your arrogance is unbridled. When given the choice between your life and this building you chose this building only because you were ticked off your nap was interrupted. Are you really ready to die for your sleep? Because I am ready to die for my king, and he who dares wins." Meruem on the other hand was every kind of interested in the smoke snake.

The little genie flew around the snake checking it out like a Japanese school boy seeing a giant mecha for the first time. "Myra! I want this! I am going to keep it as a pet!" Myra looked up at his charge "I apologize my lord. But the creature appears to be here by means of magic. I'd imagine it can only exist here for minutes at a time. Containing it would not be difficult but it wouldn't be worth keeping." Meruem groaned "Dammit! When I grow up I am making some new rules regarding magic. There will be no mo- holy me! His hair is gold!"

Meruem flew at Xavier when the mage was only halfway to his intended destination. Myra of course had noticed him already but at first glance the smoke serpent had seemed the priority. Getting close to his prey Meruem hugged the top of Xavier's head "Myra this guy isn't made of magic right? We can keep him yeah?" The swordsmen had no choice but to let his blade be lowered, he couldn't raise his sword against Xavier with Meruem on his head. "Consider yourself lucky. It is rare my master shows favor on a human life." "Not his life just his hair." "So I can kill him?" "No! His hair won't grow if he is dead!" Internally Myra slammed his head on a wall, but externally he remained composed starring daggers at Xavier. "Let me try this one more time. King Meruem of the Djinn on his royal authority has demanded this building along with you be transferred to his possession. This is your last chance to stand down or I will take them by force."

Meruem patted Xavier's head "It's okay to be scared. Myra is really really super duper strong. So you should just surrender now. I'd really hate for any blood to get in your hair."

Myra wasn't exceptionally intimidated by his foes, the snake appeared within his ability and the only person there showing considerable resolve was Meruem's new pet. The gold headed boy however didn't seem too strong being a bit lacking in his physical build. It then occurred to him that almost all of them were physically unimpressive, he had no idea what kind of lord would hide behind knights like these. Well whoever he was, Myra and Meruem were both certain he was going to end up exceptionally dead soon.

During the commotion of Shadow's entrance, Dmitry kept himself behind the intruder whether he moved back or managed to stay in one place somehow, letting a knife that he had hidden up his sleeve drop into his hand. As Kateri pointed her rifle at the cocky bastard, Dmitry stepped to his side and held the blade to the long haired man's jugular in a reverse grip. As he did this, Jormangand began to circle the genie and Linx both, waiting to strike as soon as the guild master was out of the way.

"You've got balls, I'll give ya that, pal," Dmitry said, glaring at the man before him with a will and determination that was completely different from the look he had on before. "But that by itself will only get you killed. You might be willing to die for your master, but will he die for you? And trust me when I say, we can kill him. I've seen what this guild does to people who threaten it; Blondie alone could tear you to pieces. But you bring this whole guild down on you and I promise, we'll bury you both." The knife Dmitry held, Dark Fang, began to resonate with the malice that this fool willingly fed it.

"This is our home, our guild, our guildhall and I'll be damned before I let some floating punk and his pet lackey waltz on in and claim it like it was up for grabs!" 

It had seemed that ever since he had to take up his position in the guild the only thing he was receiving from strangers, citizens or Hargeon and even friends in his guild were tireless tests. Nobody felt that he was competent, scoffing at the idea of a child heading the guild, an integral part of the city, yet no one gave him time to prove himself, and he felt that he never would. This too felt simply like another test. He took a deep breath, inhaling deeply as the preparations of his loyal members seemed to meld into the background and become less relevant. Giving him a moment of clarity, before he exhaled, his breath shallow and controlled. Looking up to Myra, he spoke with less intensity, and tried to appeal to his sense reason. "You see what this place truly means to us now, I hope." He said even though the other's efforts to intimidate didn't help negotiations. "I simply cannot hand you the guildhall. It belongs to us, It's my home and home to many others." He withdrew from his battle ready stance, putting the hanbo away carefully. "Perhaps, there's another thing you want that's within more Earthly bounds." He disregarded Mereum permitting him to mess with his hair if it kept him tame for the moment. The look in his eyes is hard pressed, but pleading for understanding.