That Extra Mile [Job/Solo]

My, my, aren't you lucky. Here you are enjoying a well earned drink after a hard day of evil doing, and then a group of legal mages walk in. Boasting about their latest job, and how great their guild is. Obviously they needed to be put in place, and what way is better then putting them in some bad light.
And wait?! Did the host just not left his register unattended?
Well... what are you sitting there for dark mage?! You know what you have to do don't you?

Alright get to it, steal the money from the register, and plant it as evidence in one of the legals bags. And off course, alert the local authorities the moment the host knows his money is missing.

Aizenagi smiled, reading the note carefully, crumbling it to no more than a lifeless ball, and tossing it aside, stepping on it with his heel and further crushing it into the wooden planks beneath his boot. "Well, well. Not as thrilling but I suppose it'll pay the bills." He shrugged and chuckled nonchalantly, looking towards the direction of which he'd venture to complete this ever-so-important task. He assumed it was north... but down here, it wasn't as crystal clear. And this happened to be his first time here as well, no way... was he...

lost?

He was regretfully lost, for the first time. And he wasn't in the particular mental state to stress his body with climbing buildings and whatnot, no matter what ease he had in the process. He had the thoughts of his vassal being too weak, and needn't overdo this physical form until he uncovered his form of pure energy. He glanced in several directions for particular hints, for it was never addressed of the exact location of this meeting or party was held. And what made the situation worse is that he had no recollection of ever coming to these ports, Cedar. A lakey smell was there to greet him, and he honestly felt at home. It was an odd nostalgia that overwhelmed him, and he found himself just staring into the body of water with eyes filled with wonder and awe, his mind beginning to wander before it was snatched back to reality. Perhaps he could ask and passerby? It seemed like a logical solution to him, really.

He turned to face the streets of Cedar, eyeing down particular people and assumed-civilians to make up his mind. And there stood a middle aged man, on a bench, staring off into the clear ether.

Aizenagi took a good, long look at him. - He wasn't impressed, he had this oddness about him. He stared, and stared into the ether. The bright blueness. Aizen's eyes couldn't help but follow, ocean blue eyes meeting with a sky blue hue. What was so enchanting about this sky? It was cloudless, not a ball of white in sight for miles. Heroes of this time would go and vow that they'll reach for the stars, but there was nothing special about a star. It was just a big, bright ball of gas, and would only burn them before they were a mile close. They would meet nothing but a fiery, painful death. But he knew it was a metaphor, but could not see what was the brilliance behind the awaitment of a death. He chuckled as a smug grin danced across his lips as he head back towards the aged man with the most innocent of intentions.

He stepped in front of the man, but he remained observant of the ether. He seemed blind. He probably was. "Hey, do you know where I could find a 'party', of sorts?" He stood there with his arms crossed, a completely laid-back demeanor consuming him. The man had widened his eyes in surprise.

"Eh?" The man had stuttered, in shock. Aizen laughed a hollow laughter, there was almost no muse behind that playful countenance. "You can hear, right?" He had spoken with demanding, yet joking words. They were cold, almost callous words. A bit speechless, the man simply pointed down the road. His head had followed the direction with little interest, and smiled, walking down the path immediately with no glance to the man of which aided him, he simply bidded farewell with the raise of a hand. "Thank yooou~" He had spoken jokingly, taking off at that. He could only imagine the man had returned back to his sightseeing, though there was nothing to see.

With a lax expression on his face, Aizenagi could clearly see that this area was almost shady, but decked with Legal Mages. He fit right in with them, and it was no wonder Dark Mages could slip right under their noses so easily. It was interesting. But alas, he had to focus on the task itself but figured a little wander would do no harm to no being. He walked towards a small group of Legal Mages, their magical power mediocre at best. There were about three of them, their bodies covered with flashy shawls. They would have no significance in battle.

He had examined them more closely, a gentle smirk frozen on his soft lips. One of the three caught glimpse of his inspection, and gave him a nasty look. The others had accompanied his attention and gave the same funny looks, speaking with a demanding tone. "Want somethin', bud?"

"Yeah, need somethin? If not, get lost." Supported the huskier one. Aizenagi only smiled and raised his palm, signaling his innocent motive. "Oooh... don't mind me, now. I was just leavin'." He announced, and walked away towards the doors to the private party. Their eyes had followed Aizen's until he disappeared into the building, their arrogant voices chattering about the event that occurred just moments ago. It was then that Aizenagi had determined who to give the credit for the sudden robbery. It was going to be fun to see their faces. Or maybe humans were just naturally like that? He sighed hopelessly with a relaxed smirk, walking towards the 'check-in' for the private party. It smelled. It smelled of alcohol and cigarrette smoke. What was this? - A party or a bar? Or maybe it was, he didn't know. But the cash register was right in front of him and he stood there for only one reason. Let the fun begin.

The odor of smoke and alcohol were appalling, but not as dense as the stench of the juiciness of the upcoming events. What a lovely smell, it practically sent shivers throughout his darkened skin. Every bit of flesh was tingly with the fresh excitement, and he hadn't done one thing yet! But the thrill soon faded into a dull silence, and with that, Aizenagi had approached the register ith no apparent attention. Everyone was too focused on other, silly, inferior things. The register was wide open, he had expected much more from this crowd. WIP

[PLEASE IGNORE LAST POST] The odor of smoke and alcohol were appalling, but not as dense as the stench of the juiciness of the upcoming events. What a lovely smell, it practically sent shivers throughout his darkened skin. Every bit of flesh was tingly with the fresh excitement, and he hadn't done one thing yet! But the thrill soon faded into a dull silence, and with that, Aizenagi had approached the register it no apparent attention. Everyone was too focused on other, silly, inferior things. The register was wide open, he had expected much more from this crowd. He had snatched a wad of jewels from the guts of the machine and stuffed it into his pocket, taking a bit more out for his own sake and benefit. He had recalled doing similar things in a dream, once. As he remembered, it was a cold grey day in late winter. The weather had changed constantly, when a backing wind brought a granite sky and a mizzling rain with it, and although it was now only a little after two o'clock in the afternoon the pallor of a winter evening seemed to have closed upon the hills, cloaking them in mist. It was a rather spontaneous dream, if anything.

A small smirk froze the the mage's soft, but cold lips. His shawl of darker hues warming the flesh of his neck ever so closely, it was truly a lovely feeling. He couldn't stand wearing anything flashy, like some adventurers insisted on doing. It seemed pointless. No, he could not stand heavy armor either, decked in a series of metals and hard material. No, it was simply too heavy and brought him the most unpleasant of feelings due to the lack of breathing space and comfort. Thin, almost thick, cloth was very well suited for those who choose to align themselves with the sidelines, such as Aizenagi has done.

Thoughts aside, Aizenagi had approached the exit of the building and took his leave from the horrendous odors which had chained him in the time he had spent in there. He swiftly walked passed the group of legal mages he had passed by earlier and put the large wad of jewels in their pocket with nimble fingers and movement, going unnoticed. And just nearby, stood a Rune Knight. Aizenagi had approached the Knight and tapped on her shoulder ever so pleadingly, "Sorry to bother you, miss, but it appears I have caught a group of mages with a wad of jewels in their possession, taken from the register in that building!" Aizenagi rubbed the back of his neck, putting on his act.

"Stop right there!" Exclaimed the knight, proceeding to arrest the group. And upon that site, Aizenagi continued homeward.