Liar Liar(Job Raiza+Marcel)

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We're doing this job by word count via rule G. Doing Jobs Based on Word Count Alone

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So a sigh escaped Raiza's mouth as he looked at the board in front of him. Various jobs sent to the guild, while he was used to taking on jobs that were delivered to him. However he was not at that luxury as of right now. He needed to take on a few more jobs, and there was at least one or two ways to go about it. Bother another high class mage, at least equal to himself to go on an A-class job, or potentially just go on another B-class by himself... again.. alone... again...

Then it popped in his mind. There were plenty of other members still yet to hit B-class mage that he could take on a B-class job, help them out just a tiny bit no doubt. It gave him something to do, and more so, it gave others some nicely earned pay. Though by no means was a B-class job some walk in the park, and last one he did was an assassination mission. Depending on his partner of choice it could be a harder situation to cope with, so why not go with the less obvious and do some smudge work rather than blood work. The pen was mightier than the sword after all, and this was one case where it held especially true.

"Bar-tend. are there any current members looking to go on a B-class job right now? I'm looking at this job right here, its labled house of lies. It is a B-class job and while I could do it alone, I've figured it would benefit me and who ever joins, an opportunity to work together. "

Though the bartender only shook her head and uttered the word 'no' as she kept cleaning. It was nothing short of the usual dead place. Not many came and stayed, they always just grabbed the mission and headed out. "Right... Crocus again. This'll be a blast from the past. Last time I was here I killed a politician, I think it was the job that earned my infamous record to be labled by the magic council as a coming storm. It'll be quite the show to return, yet sounds like no killing on this job. truly a shame, but oh well"Turning around to face the barroom of the guild hall, he'd sigh.

"Hey, any of you wanna do a B-class together? Better than staying cooped up here, no?"

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Being slowly approached is one thing, being approached after mumbling off in the distance when the room was quiet to begin with is another thing. Raiza had already felt the small unease vibe in the air in the first place, and this was no different. The words were spoken so carefree as well. What guild member would so openly say how weak they were by saying they were not entirely of any use? This immediately made Raiza want to toss what he considered trash to the side. Though no, that was wrong. trash was not in front of him, it was a guild mate, one that Raiza could take on this job regardless if they were experienced in combat. After all that only came with time, and Raiza had done many jobs to hone that time.

His gaze still locked with the one that had approached him. His crimson eyes paired with the pure black sclera only gave Raiza a more demented appearance, an it was well deserved being part of the pillar of screams after all.

"If you think you are of no use, then go join the servants. You are here in the guild as a mage rather than a servant because you have a use other than fetching my drink. You will be fine"

Though his words could be considered hostile in nature, he wanted to install a courage into the man that Raiza felt would aid him. After all, when one doubts their own skills is when they will fall in battle, and in these tougher times a loss to the dark side is a heavy loss no matter strong or weak. Though to not be stuck on one topic, Raiza would grunt a bit, turning his gaze to the board only briefly feeling a rather dark feeling on his body almost similar to his own death heritage. Quite the interesting feeling, yet choosing to ignore it, and just pluck the job from the board instead.

"Well this job is a smudge job. The details are that we will be aiding a politician that is working with many criminal organizations. His opponent is very high class, and way too supportive of the legal guilds, and the magic counsel. Our target is Stephen Goodwill. We are not to kill him but instead smudge his good name, causing the votes to go to our client instead. If we kill or cause harm then too many fingers will be pointed in our Client's name. So stealth, reconnaissance, all that good work from the shadows type of thing. Nothing too hard"

Cutting himself off for more than just a breath of air as he kept reading the job " but then again, it is Croctus. I did an assassination job of another politician in that town before so we... er... I will need to at least keep my head lower than yours while we do this mission. It wont be too hard though, I know my way around the city, and I will continue to know my way for how ever many years the powers of the reaper will keep me around"

Going so far as to hand the fellow dark mage the job paper so they may read it too, Raiza looked to the bartend. "Sign us up, and send word to the client that we will be there. I'm taking this one here with me. " The cold stare that Raiza gave the servant was just part of the intimidation as they began filling out the paper work. Bartending and doing the job paperwork all at once, at least the servants could get great benefits depending who they were under through any form of command.

Turning back to the mage, Raiza awaited their response.



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It seemed his words had both negative and positive effect on the one that towered above him in height. Like seriously, was this guy almost seven feet? Raiza almost wanted to crack a head in the clouds joke but refrained from it. Raiza did notice the man straighten up some, allowing a show that he was indeed above the petty squabble, yet at the same time, Raiza noticed a lack of response. Was this guy some sort of sharp tongue wit that refrained from such petty things as a tiny argument that could have been started. While Raiza did feel Marcel's magic was lower than his own, he did not use that as a judge of skill. Raiza knew better himself when he fought against an S-class mage when he himself was C-rank, he forced the S-class mage to use stronger spells, ultimately Raiza lost that fight, but... had won the self-bet he had made. Then there was Jacklyn. The mage that was D-class that was so well adept at takeover that no normal D-rank could have fought them, a C-rank maybe at a bare minimum may have, yet this still made Raiza quite interested in the man that stood before him now. What sort of skill did a mage like this have?

Even activating his heads up display ability, and reading the man's health gauge. It seemed a bit lower than his own, no doubt a C-class mage stood before him, and it was definitely apparent when he was sensing that level of magic from him. Best not to temp the man with a harder mission due to 'low' skill, because cockiness would definatly just show how bad at social interaction Raiza really was. Though the true question of skill was in if this man could stay stealthy, and take out the target without killing. Sure, Raiza was known for mass murder himself as well. Especially in places like crocus where he had killed politicians before.

Faster than trains or vehicles though? Raiza never really thought about it before. Truth was... he always rode on horse or took a magic cab from the black market. It really wasn't Raiza's fortay to do any fancy way of travel, but now the thought did come back to his idea of building an air craft to take him across fiore AND all of the other planets. Oh now that would be a spectacular and amazing thing to do, however, no. For now, Raiza reserved the fact that he had no method of transportation, and suggesting they went by horse would actually be too funny no doubt. Regardless, Raiza was reluctant to agree. Travel by ash sounded like something of Marcel's magic. So an ash mage? No, his magic felt oddly like his own secondary powers, and his lineage. It had to be different. Though to question it now would be rude, and with the way Raiza felt he already was venomous with words, he rather stick to not actually resorting to that tone of reply again.

"I'll get over any ill-comforts I have. I'll go along your method of travel, because to be frank, I do not think horseback for the next day would be the kind of travel you wish to do." A slight chuckle at the last bit thrown in still left Raiza to start walking for the door. "By the sounds of it though, 'by ash' you are to turn us into ash or something? I'm suspecting negative backlash for such a procedure. Did you ask because you know of my reaper healing ability to regenerate?" Honestly actually curious as to why and how such a potentially dangerous method of travel could be suggested to one that their magic was unknown. Yet Raiza assumed this guy knew of his reaper powers, at least to the point that Raiza had openly admitted about them regardless if it was truth or not. "Regardless, we'll have to find a way into the capital city without letting my face be seen on the way in. Attention will be dragged to my position... and not the good kind. That place I did an assassination job that left a politician dead. I've also become one of Fiore's coming storms since then. So While we do this job, I'll be able to disguise myself once in, but the disguise will only last so long before I have to start digging through other personal means." It was true, he had his character generator spell, but the skill he had with it? potentially it could pose somewhat of a use, however right now, it was rather weak, only able to be sustained for short bursts, yet it did conceal his magic with an alternate version, as well as appearance. To boot, he also was wearing the savage cloth he made. To allies, he felt as strong as a b-rank, to any enemies rigtht now, his magical levels mimic'd that of a D-rank if not lower mage due to the powerful effect the cloth had on his body to conceal, and hide his true presence. In fact, it'd take someone of B-rank to even sense him, and had he not allowed Marcel to do such, he'd feel completely magic-less in this area.

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Blessed with the presence of his master's son? Raiza grasped the words that Marcel spoke with an interested mind. Son of death? Raiza had no real clue how close in relation he was. He knew he was a descendant, but how far? "Child... grandchild... or even further, I have no clue to how far I am down the line. I've only death once. However, for you to say you are his student, I will say this in response. I am not him. I have powers and his blood, however I do hope you see you and I as equals, not as me being above you." Truthfully, Raiza preferred to never be considered above another for any trivial reason such as lineage or blood.

Though with that out of the way, Raiza would nod in agreement to the traveling by ash. "Regardless, I'll take my risk. If it starts to hurt me, I'll just activate the form to begin a large healing process". After all it was true, he could heal a lot faster than most, and if he took up his reaper form, he would become an essence of death, allowing a large healing factor to come into play. Luckily however this would not be needed right now, it was far too apparent that the ash technique indeed did not hurt him. Perhaps it would had he been hostile, however this was not the case.

Allowing the ash like substance to whisk him into the air, it seemed controlled by his own willpower as he began to follow Marcel out the door and seemingly blow away towards the capital, away with the wind even. What could take hours normally was done within perhaps a quarter of that time. As even the wind is not instant, their travels were not either. The technique was very effective, and to Raiza, an asset even. Such a technique would allow a foreground strike unit to take place if the time ever arrived for savage skull to strike the heart of the legal guilds. However that is niether here nor there right now. The view of the capital city was in view, and Raiza could only do nothing but smile. His previous deeds in this city helped make a dark name for himself, and now he gets to work in the depths of the shadows. Perhaps this job was taken to show to himself that he could do more than just idle kill others, but also destroy lives, work on a manipulation scale by tipping the sides of political wars.

Eventually the ride would be over, and Raiza would land not but 20 feet from Marcel, whom seemed a lot more experienced in traveling method, which... was an obvious given. Raiza on the other hand had bluntly crashed into a wall with a rather normally painful thud that only made him sigh before dusting himself off. While it was indeed effective, Raiza had no chance to learn from the technique before he had to land. "Fun" he would retort, still brushing himself off before meeting up with Marcel. "The client gave us a few tips on his rival, however how we do this is up to us. Those tips would be... " pausing for only a brief moment before pulling out the job paper just to read them off. "Firstly, the target known as Stephen Goodwill promotes good family value and bonding. So if by some way we can get him in bed with one of this city's local prostitutes, then that could easily break his chances. Yet, I don't see this as a viable option unless you had an idea." folding the paper back just to begin reading the next few tips, Raiza would sigh. He could transform yes, but there would be no chance in hell of him doing that.... just no.

"Then there is the obvious kill...er... I mean political option. His kids. Our client writes that nothing reflects more on the father then the faults of his children. So we could use them to our advantage. Perhaps even make it look like a 'bad parenting' gone wrong. Nothing says we cannot harm the kids." Now that... would be quite the amusement. Raiza could transform using his character generator spell, and beat up on the kids in public, and 'accidently' kill one. Causing a widespread media break. After all... can't run for any political challenge if you're locked up.

"The next one would be my personal interest since we can access it so well. The target is supposed to be against drugs and illegal goods. So... if we can somehow make it seem like he is involved in such, then hey we'll break him. We have the black market in this city just like most cities. We can easily purchase or make a deal with said market to get supplies we would be using anyways. Make it seem like the target is getting them, and shatter him. Only to take it away when we leave. Then again... this idea sounds more like we're putting out more than we'd get. So your input would be appreciated". No longer really wishing to sit and ramble on further, simply because that would get tiresome, Raiza would hand Marcel the job paper.

"The last two options are simple as well. A charity gone bad, or a wife that wants to slut it up. I'm already taken, and by the looks of the plants you just stepped near...you cannot get near anyone, is that right?" Thinking about Thorn, Raiza could only imagine the hate she'd have for Marcel killing plants like that, and oddly enough Raiza actually disliked it a little now too. Perhaps because of their relation. Yet he chose to ignore that, as he knew by the looks of it, Marcel couldn't control such a thing. "What sort of option we go with is entirely up to a team effort, yet we best get this done within the this day or the next. The elections are coming up, and last thing we need is him to trump our client in victory. So lets keep it anonymously and get done with this political war soon. After all, longer we are here, the greater chance we need to make a break for it and flee. The rune knights aren't exactly hibernating after all."

To think, as they did stand there, no one dared to approach if they saw the pair simply talking. The emotionless face that Marcel carried, and the snide grin that Raiza seemed to wear all the time. As if he was a cat that ate the canary. Always up to something, and right now he was even formulating plans at rates unimaginable by using his 'in the zone' spell. Allowing calculations to high degrees, thousands of them per second. The minor things were included too, and while he was able to do this, he lacked a huge X-factor in it all. Raiza was intelligent yes, but wise in social interaction, and media... no. This meant he had only calculated simple plans for how to slander the target. He was wise, and intelligent, but charisma was by far one of his worst attributes.

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Pondering over Marcel's words of reply to each of his own statements, questions, and observations made this a lot more interesting of how they could do this. In fact there were a lot of options actually. The fact that they did need witnesses also gave Raiza a few ideas to what should and should not be implemented, or where it should be. Firstly, the mother witnessing a bad parenting gone wrong, and being beaten when she questions it made a lot of sense rather than then outright killing her. "I'll leave how you wish to deal with the mother, children and father relation up to you, but I'd suggest letting her live as a witness to what we'll say Stephen has done. I'll take care of the drug cartel, and media since I can actively talk to the media without even killing them by standing near them."

While he wasn't the greatest at socialization, he at least wouldn't kill just by being near, which was a crucial part in all this. The moment a death occurs the pair would have a metaphorical time clock over their heads, indicating only so much time would exist before something fell out or in place that'd cause them to need to run. However on the other half of that note, the moment a death would occur would mean media, and panic would be spreading. Panic of friends, loved ones, supporters, and haters alike. While the media would swarm the topic. With the jobs divided up. Raiza knew he had to deal with the drug cartel, and the media respectively, while Marcel would take care of the Wife and kids. Simple tasks for both of them, and a sure fire way to remove Stephen goodwill from the political campaign picture.

Which ever way that was chosen, it was still a quick execution of tasks. Raiza would begin to walk off, no longer needing to be near Marcel to either talk or nor plot out anything further, he just had no interest in requiring of such nor did their plans require such. Besides, Raiza needed no... wanted to be alone for a brief moment. The words Marcel had said to Raiza had secretly dug into him in such a way that made him more than a little uneasy. No, not about the job, but rather the words of equality. Raiza was a person that always deemed himself equal to his guildmates, and such, yet he knew his own power surpassed the man. He knew he was related to death while the man was just a student of death's. How could his own modesty of wishing to just be considered equal be taken as such else. The rather now agitated Raiza gritted his teeth, mumbling to himself as he began walking down the alleyway, avoiding too much eye sight. When he had to cross a street, he did such carefully to not draw any attention. Last thing he needed or wanted was someone to stop and actually recognize him.

Eventually Raiza did make it to the underground area of the capital city. Unlike the surface which was full of flora, and joy. Down here... the sewer system, the dark dealings, the runaways. It was musty and dark. Barely lit by improvised lighting, a few homeless tucked in with winter blankets and scraps of what seemed to be like provisions. The sight only disgusted Raiza as he hated the city above him more for a deed in which the good guys couldn't even help those like that. Yet Raiza was no different, the ones down here could die now, and no remorse would be felt.

He did know the pathway very well, not even needing to stop to ask directions, each turn he made was exact until he had found a turn that should not have existed. The turn was made long after the drug cartel had settled here. The black market was more than ample to create such a hole, and use magic to reinforce the entrence. Who knows how many secret passageways past that would be in place. All Raiza knew for sure was the entrence that he had taken a step into.

Opening the make-shift door, the aroma was that of death, lust, and betrayal. The air filled Raiza's lungs to a point of intoxication, hating this place was only his own opinion, yet he knew it did have it's own purposes. Taking a step further only caused stares from those that had been hovering around it for far too long. Pickpockets stared with greed, among the others who looked at him Raiza's half crooked smile only turned into a frown of annoyance. A hushed whisper from one, and a chuckle from another only made Raiza sigh more.

He would finally make it up to the fenced in area, peering at the sole man behind it. "Raiza... its been awhile, you know you've got a bounty on your head, I can't ensure your safety down here." While it was true, as a few had began to creep closer, Raiza's gun-sword would manifest in his hand, a shimmering metallic glow as the weapon of choice was tilted slightly not just as intimidation, but it let Raiza see behind him in an unusual way. "I seek no safety, I'd welcome to idiot that tried to kill me when over twenty runeknights surrounding me when I was just C-class could not kill me. I welcome the idiot that dares to touch me. I'll reap their soul so fast, they'll wish they had died of a normal cause... no what I am after are a few special remedies, and you know the kind I'm talkin. I want the potent stuff, you know I want the", Raiza would begin whispering off a couple lingo's that would indicate he knew the black market well, and was not too keen on wanting possible druggies behind him to know.

Which after paying up quite a bit of Jewel, would receive a nice portion of it. Three different packages of varying sizes, and a set of needles on top of one. All wrapped in a cloth bag that Raiza would hold by his side while dispersing the gun sword. A rather aweful chuckle came from him as he reached inside, and grabbed a single needle filled with a green-yellow liquid. A poison he had also bought, yet he looked at the money grubbing thieves, and druggies that were in the room. "This'll either fetch a good price to the right person, or make you wet yourselfs with enjoyment. Have fun...", dropping the needle on the ground, he could hear the chaos behind him as he took a bigger stride, the number of those looking to steal from him, and the druggies that were eyeing the thing like candy, they would fight over it, and no doubt... someone would die. It was a small outbreak of chaos, but Raiza did that to ensure no one... and he meant no one, would follow him from that room. Even the winner would end up dead somehow. Be it they took it, or they sold it and the one that took it would die, meaning they'd of lost a buyer.

Though to not doddle on such petties, Raiza eventually did make it to the surface area, and use a phone to call in the media as a 'concerned citizen' so to speak. Why not knock out both the media and the drug cartel all in 1 swoop!. It was a pretty flawless plan, or close to it at least. Calling the media and informing them he saw 'stephen beating his children and wife after being caught donating to a 'shady' charity, and was last seen doing drugs at a certain location, and is currently 'in sight'. It worked pretty well, and Raiza intended for such to work well.

It would mean that in no time flat the media began to swarm the area, Raiza had used his character generator skill to shift into the man he was looking to frame. Drugs looked casually spilt on the ground for evidence for reporters to find, while Raiza shielded his eyes from the camera flashes, it looked all too good from his perspective, even to the point of running off and away from the reporters by entering the alleyway. Each turn he made, made the media lose track of him until he shifted back, and was no longer even part of the media's game any more. They got what they came from, a picture of stephen goodwill doing or attempting to do drugs, and some were left behind, such as emptied needles with a little bit of a strange liquid in them. One of them being a poison that 'decays' flesh. it was all part of Raiza's plan, and once this was all done, he still had a large portion of the purchased drugs left, which he ensured to slip by Stephen's home, drop a little 'something' off there. A small quarter ounce package of something that looked as if he had fled this direction. The media would be here soon, and no doubt Marcel would be finishing up by now.

Once this was done, Raiza went back to the exact alleyway that the two had arrived in, waiting for Marcel to show up.



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