It may be a job
Kuro
But why not enjoy it?
It was near eight in the evening and most of the houses had gone dark. The main source of light, and action it seemed, was the small pub near the end of town. Music was blasting and could easily be heard through the wooden walls.
Inside, a few miners and such had spread out throughout the single room bar. A handful sat at the bar, nursing their beers and heavy liquors after a long day of work. A quad, three men and a woman, hovered around a pool table in the corner, quietly sipping their drinks and taking long drags on their cigarettes. The only noise that could rival the music was the sound of the pool balls cracking against one another. Despite the loud entertainment, everyone in the place seemed rather relaxed and quiet.
Suddenly the door kicked open and the wind howling outside distracted everyone from what they were doing. A shadow stood in the door-frame, outlined by the snowy background. It stayed there a few moments longer before it finally took a step inside, revealing itself to be a man.
"Phew. Quite the cold night out there." The man said, blowing against his lips dramatically. He was dressed to the nines; a full white suit, a purple tie with a matching purple scarf and a white fedora. Pale blue eyes snapped from side to side as he took in the people that looked right back at him. He pulled the hat off and put on his warmest smile. "Nice and warm in here though!"
He had long black hair that hung down near the center of his back, neatly tied into a pony tail. Two hair strands made up his bangs, hanging down to frame his face. He walked over to the bar and slid onto one of the bar stools, doing his best now to ignore the eyes looking him over. He raised his right hand with one finger extended. "Your finest beer please."
The bartender waited another moment to take the man in before nodding and grabbing a mug. The patron closest to the new arrival, a rather robust man, rapped the wooden bench with his knuckles to get the man's attention. "Hey there. You look like you're coming from some kind of official place. You part of the Magic Council or something?"
The bartender placed the beer in front of the suited man and he held it up, still smiling. "Something like that." He relinquished before taking a sip from the mug.
The patron didn't let up. "What's your name then?"
"Kuro. Kuro Rutsus." He turned in the chair to face the man, draping his right leg over his left. "Say...how much do you weigh?"
It was a strange question, one the man didn't quite know how to react to. "Uh...what?"
"Your weight. What is it?" Kuro asked once more, insisting with a warm smile.
"Like...two hundred twenty pounds or so." He guesstimated with a shrug.
"Interesting..." Kuro mused as he looked the man up and down. He lowered his right hand onto the wooden bar and extended a single finger.
As the finger dropped to touch the wood, the bar exploded into a million pieces. The entire room went into shock as electric bolts, as red as blood, shredded through the wooden fragments towards the bewildered questioner. When they hit him, it sent him soaring through the air and through the wall behind him. His large form was more than enough to rip the wooden frame from its place, reducing it to scraps. The attacked man crashed into the snowy ground and lay still, his form still crackling from the magical attack.
"Now now." Kuro said, raising the same hand up to point at the bartender. He had seen him move, enough to look like he was getting ready to pounce. Electric energy sizzled over his palm and wrapped around his fingers like tiny snakes. "I haven't decided which one of you is going to survive this. Don't lower your chances by attacking me."
He guzzled down his beer in one go, sighing happily as he placed the glass back onto the counter. He glanced at the people in the corner, seeing their terrified faces looking at him. It brought a smirk to his face. He lifted himself off the bar stool and trotted around it to face the group, drawing a circle on his chin with his finger. Then, slowly, he pointed at the woman. "You. Leave. Leave this town and head for Clover. I want you to tell a boy there what you have seen. You'll notice him immediately; blond hair, red coat, rather short. Tell him the only way to save this town is for him to come and come alone. Do you understand?"
The woman eagerly nodded, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
He chuckled. "Well then that's good. But first, let me give you some...incentive to deliver my message." As he finished speaking, his hands came alive with magical energy. And he set his sights on the remaining patrons in the bar, a devilish grin plastered on his features.
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