A dark curtain had fallen over the land of Crocus, twinkling spotlights adorning the velvet texture of the night. It was deep into the night that streets clear. Well, with the exception of the four figures moving down the once employed streets of the capital. They seemed to walk patient in pace. A confident sandy blonde boy, scrawny in build, led the crew. He couldn’t be any older than twenty three. He was flanked by the other three: a balance set and taller man with arm tattoos and dark hair, a super model figured woman with long bubblegum pink curled locks, and a young lady with serpent tattoos bracketing her arms her hood was draped slightly over a head of shortened hair. She was carrying what seemed to be a book under her arm, it was powerful in magic aura alone.
Crocus, being the capital, was a place of tourism but the crew wasn’t here for sightseeing; they all had a mission in progress under their guild, Basilisk fang. It would pay well and all they had to do was nab some little wealthy house girl, Josephina Mullen, and hand her off to their client who wanted who knows what.
The leading blonde cocked his head back to face the others. A smug look played those freckled featured as the corner of his lip pulled up ever so slightly. “You three best listen and do as I say, you’re working for the guilds future ace.” Famine rolled her eyes at this… Man, she couldn’t stand this guy all he ever did was talk! Looked like she jinxed it for he opened his mouth yet again and glanced her way. “Especially you rookie, we don’t need any newcomer legal guild trash spoiling the operation.”
There was a hiatus, she stopped in her tracks as did everyone else.
The trash locked her grip around the freckled blonde, Rudy’s, wrist. He should have seen this coming, that idiot. She pivoted the limb around, twisting and pinning it to his back by the elbow. It was obvious by the looks of it that your arm shouldn’t bend that way… Yet, Famines pressure didn’t falter.
“That ace spot is mine.” Famine hissed, stretching his arm around further with a pop. “… and when examinations come… I’ll be sure Elijah assigns me to take care of you...” The boy gulped, as if to swallow down his nervousness, defeated. “Okay Okay! Just let go of me, you crazy bitch!” The sound of cracking bones could be heard again.
”Hmn? What was that, Rudy?” Ghost, The white snake she kept as a pet and companion poked his scalled head our from beneath her hood, hving been resting on her shoulder behind the cloth this hole time. He extended his ropey pink toung and hissed, as if threatening.“O-Okay, --Ma’am!” he finnally replied as the snake sunk back against famines shoulder, staying silent.
With a vex she finally let off. Famine wasn’t satisfied quite yet. She fling her bare heel into his leg, roughly kicking his knees to send him the ground periodically. ‘hmph’ The shadow mage stepped over him, she filled that space down the center of the group to lead her comrades instead. “Maljeet, Xandra, Let’s go.” Evidentially the two followed with her gest, slightly intimidated by the young woman. Yet they kept those poker faces.
Rudy was literally left in the dust. He caught up later—to his advantage they weren’t in that much of hurry or moving fast. By the time he re-arrived they were sneaking over the walled fence and around the courtyard of the Mullen’s small manor. She gingerly led them around lacrima lights and house guards with ease. They were headed to the side of the home. A hedge lined the wall but not for long.
She cracked open that tome she had been lugging around in her hand, a red aura releasing and growing around her. The books pages fluttered by and Her shortened brunette locks wavered, as if her energy was giving off a breeze. Grass spoiled, and suffocated in on itself beneath her feet: dying. Leaves slipped from the shrubs, fluttering to the ground as they decayed into nothing, leaving behind a cage of limp branches where the hedge once stood
Famine pointed, now able to see through. There was small burrow in the structure, tunneling down beneath the manor. “There.” She simply whispered. They waited about until the rest of the shrubs roots and branches withered into the ground completely to clear the path. “It’s going to be a tight squeeze in but this will take us right beneath the structure. “I just hope you aren’t afraid of the dark.” The former legal mage coaxed as she came to a crouch, creeping inside the tunnel. Smaller, it was easier for her to wriggle through. Thankfully her path branched and widened out and into the small shaft below the house. Famine stayed at a crouch for the ceiling was low; it was maybe five and a half/six feet high down there. She attempted to brush her clothes clean of dirt till the others arrived behind her minutes later.
The cellar smelt of mold, mildew and rot, the ground felt to of been mud itself while the only source of light were few rays of that split from beneath the floor boards from the lights remaining n the house above. There were few… as it was late in the evening. despite her views changing, Rita kept her eyes when she left the guild and was still able to see perfectly in the dark.
“O-ouch” she grunted quietly, Rudy accidentally stumbling into her back, Xandra, the buxom and taller female of the group stepping on Famines feet. “Maljeet,” she demanded quietly making sure to keep her tone low.. Last thing they wanted was for the occupants to hear intruders bickering beneath their feet. “Got it.” He reassured in that flat voice of his. Amid the darkness he brought his hands together, the quiet smacking of his palms resonating as a brilliant orange flame fueled in his hands.
The small space between them was illuminated; the ground below them was leveled by dirt, patches of mud birthed by leaking pipes over their heads. The space was smaller than it felt now that she got a better look at it… she was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic but didn’t show signs.
Now all they needed to do was get up in there, and pray they busted into a room that was empty. Everyone, including famine, turned in the pinkettes direction, a smile already across her face.
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