Wanted! Kreddy Frueger [Marschal and Mammon]

Beanstalk Village... Marschal remembered coming here previously to help out with an infestation of living vegetables. Only, he find out that a dark mage had been controlling those vegetables all along, and he had quickly defeated that mage. Now, he was back here to help with something else, with a person who they had no record on or any information. All they knew was that this man was highly dangerous and those who encountered him never came back alive. That is to say, if they had come back at all, but the people did believe that he had hidden himself deep within a tunnel system below the village. At least there was some information about this man, so they weren't going in exactly blind, per se. Marschal clapped his hands together as they entered Beanstalk Village; villagers, who recognized Marschy, would wave to him.

"Okay, so... there's a tunnel system below this village, we just need to find the entrance to it and begin our job," he'd state. "But of course, we have to be careful, as not much is known about this man, so we don't even know what his magic is. All we know is that he's somewhere deep in the tunnel system, and even then, that's quite the gander from the villagers." He would shrug his shoulder as he spoke to Mammon, feeling quite bad that he had dragged this lowlife with him. Maybe he wouldn't survive... he wondered what he would tell his guild mates then if he had to bring back a dead Mammon.

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As Mammon spoke about winning and getting to B rank, Marschal shrugged his shoulders and let the man go wild. He wasn't about to crush the poor boy's dreams, so he didn't plan on saying anything else about that fact. Instead, he made his way toward the giant beanstalk in the middle of the village, remembering seeing a manhole there. When the two reached the manhole, Marschal bent down and lifted the lid up, pushing it off to the side. Ignoring Mammon for the moment, the skinny mage would plop down on his butt and scoot himself into the hole. At this point, he would look up at his partner and raise his eyebrows at what Mammon was eating at the time.

"You're going to have to leave that up here... the smell of that... while it smells delicious, would give us away. Now, come on," Marschy stated, looking back down and clambering into the tunnel system below the village.

Soon the bottom was near and he'd leap off the ladder and onto the somewhat mucky ground, filled with water. It was unfortunate, the smell down here, it was just as bad as the smell back in Crocus at the mining place. Marschal's nose wrinkled up in disgust, but he would continue forth anyway, not waiting for Mammon to catch up. The slowpoke would be around anyway, and he didn't need that soup on his missions all the time; it was distracting.

"Where the hell could this guy even be?" he spoke aloud, red, gold-flecked eyes shifting from side to side. It wasn't until he was deep into the caverns that the echoing of sounds resonated into the young man's ears. What were those sounds and where were they coming from? Perhaps it was the man that they were looking for? Yawning, Marschal started walking again, juts following the strange sounds that echoed through the tunneling system. Perhaps they would be lucky enough to run into this mysterious guy first, and not have to deal with any monsters.

"Stay close, Mammon," Marschal called back to his partner, not wanting to lose this guy now that they were deep in the tunnels. Izayuki would kill him...

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It was not that Mammon had bored him to death, it was not that Marschal was trying to avoid conversation; it was none of that. The very essence of the place was overwhelming, and while he was someone who was slightly social, it tuckered him out a bit. He would yawn in replace of words, though that was not a show of boredom to Mammon's very versatile, child-like actions. His red and gold-flecked eyes would blink and close momentarily, only for them shoot back open, wide as an owl's. Marschal wildly looked around as the duo traveled deeper into the tunnel system, but the deeper they went the more tired he felt. Nor was this affecting just him, but Mammon would begin to feel tired as well, and before long, Marschal's knees gave out. Mammon's would do the same, the effects of hypnosis coming over the two mages and forcing them into a deep sleep.

Fortunately, they would be trapped within the same dream, so while they were passed out on the ground, they could still work together in their minds. What had become darkness to the youthful, would become a world much more drear than the one they had left. A darkness shrouding over everything, though it was not their vision, and nor did it cloud out what they could see. They were trapped inside a horrifying forest, where sounds crowded their ears and they didn't know what would be around the next corner. Rustling sounds could be heard not that far off from where they were, and moments later, a monster would come rushing at them. That monster would quickly disappear as it reached them, into nothing, but the sounds of movement were ever there. Unfortunately, they would suffer like this for eleven long minutes, praying that nothing would hit them.

Laughter would fill the air though, and Marschal looked around for the source, but nothing could be seen. It was terrifying, really, but he knew, somehow, that all of this was just a dream and if they could get out alive, that'd be great. Looking to Mammon, the mage would wonder how he was fairing because he seemed to be the child out of the two.

"I don't know what this place is or how we got here, so prepare yourself if anything happens," Marschal spoke up.

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[391 words; counts as two posts]

The antics of his partner were things that he was trying to avoid seeing and listening to, but he was stuck having to. It wasn't something he wanted, not in the least bit, but here he was, hearing the man screaming out something about twerking. He was disgusted by it, revolted more like it... absolutely abhorred by the choices that Mammon was making right now. So, the mage distanced himself a little, by a few feet... or a few meters for that matter, though still walking in the same direction. Sounds rustled in the nearby bushes, but they didn't really startled the mage, thanks to his heightened sense of hearing. Still, some of the sounds were slightly creepy, especially when they sounded like moaning and groaning of the undead. Not too long after, Marschal thought he had seen something out of the corner of his eye, but nothing was there when he looked.

"You really need to keep your voice down; we don't know what's out here," Marschal pointed out to Mammon. "We're not a team either, you realize. We will never be a team; I don't work on teams, I work on my own." He hated the goody-two-shoes personality of Mammon or maybe that wasn't the correct term, but maybe happy-go-lucky? Yes, that was more right. He was far too happy and giddy for this mage, and it was beginning to annoy him. Clearing his throat, he would continue to listen to his surroundings to the best of his ability, while also ignoring Mammon. Besides, the more the mage rambled nonsense, the less Marschal was going to like him, despite his connection with Izayuki. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement again, but when he looked, nothing was there, and he frowned.

It wasn't until he looked straight forward that the mage was startled out of his skin by the appearance of grungy, burnt-looking man. His lip curled up in disgust, along with the wrinkling of his nose, and he would eye the strange man for a moment. Was he seeing things? The man moved slightly, and Marschal's hands went straight to his back, unhooking his weapons. Red eyes steadily studied the man, and he narrowed them, for before long, the burnt man was running at him.

"Mammon!" Marschal ordered, trying to gain the attention of the mage while he dodged the first attack of Kreddy Freuger. This was not good... there was no way that this already the person that they were supposed to go up against. Marschal swiveled around another attack of Kreddy's and swung his blade at him, the curved blade blasting out a soothing medley as it struck. However, the man would disappear into a shadow and reappear elsewhere, leaving Marschy confused for a second. The moment he saw him though, Kreddy disappeared into another shadow and reappeared in front of him. His bladed fingers rammed into Marschal's gut, and he coughed up blood from the impact, though caught Kreddy on his weapon. He'd twist the blade around and shove it deeper into the chest of Kreddy before ripping it out and pulling himself free of the man's grasp. One thing he learned: stay clear of the claws of Kreddy or you'll be dealt some serious damage to yourself.

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