Gang Ambassador [Job/Marcel]

Aizenagi continued rambling on until he had noticed much... discomfort coming from his guildmate. He had taken his observations and analyzed them, only to discover that many people in this guild weren't talkers. It was... odd. He had dull memories of his recent past, originally being the youthful god of the Moon, driven out of his realm by some other destructive force. He had no memory beyond that, and it was not a lot to work with. Beyond that? Nothing. No memory of his birth or death, his origin unknown to he and others. But those mysteries were likely questions never to be answered. If anything, he was unsure of his godly status to begin with. All he knew, is that he was of greater power than these human beings. His restrictive body holding him back from unleashing that destructive energy. There was not much he could do besides collecting clues to lead him down a path for answers, but he had very little guidance of where to start.

So, his initial plan was to associate himself with those who are, overall, associated with many. For with many steps, come stairs. Stairs that can grant someone the choice of climbing up or down where which the person would meet a destination. When he first arrived to this plane of being, it was a matter of moments of which his essence would disperse elsewhere, unless he had claimed the vassal of another dweller. He did as accordingly, claiming a young man's body, messy black hair and crimson eyes. It went as planned, and he had successfully claimed the young man's physical body, it's appearance adapting to Aizen's former. Well, not quite. When woken from the state of unconsciousness, he had lost sight in his right eye, as well as a strange marking stroking across his back. It was truly troublesome. Having to deal with these abnormalities. Unsure of how to deal with this issue, he simply covered up the eye with an eye patch, and ensconced himself in a shawl of which he never discards.

Beyond that, he was in hopes that these jobs would give him some lead of his chase from his realm. But for now, he had treated this body ever so delicately, for it was not his and was unsure of whether he could just as easily claim another vassal. And perhaps Savage Skull was not the guild to associate himself with, seeing as he was not inherently bad. As far as Aizenagi was concerned, he pledged his loyalty in the name of this infamous grouping of fellows. If anything, it certainly seemed more exciting and eventful then 'obeying the law'. For human morals and just was simply intriguing to him. Who was to say that evil and good had existed? These beings criminalized for the the path that they walk in, was just too thrilling for Aizenagi. If man were to remain in boundary of justice and ethics, this world may very well be a prison.

He was lost in thought again. How distasteful of him, he should of bidding attention to his oh-so faithful partner in this task! Together they would quell the injustice, and save these poor children from themselves! Yes! This was a true just! This was Savage Skull! This was teamwor- She left in the midst of Aizenagi's false mindset. He raised a brow to her... form. How interesting, but bland at the same time. It made no difference to him, less to hold him back. He had assumed that she would be venturing over to Motor City, and decided to do the same. True, this had been his first time he was assigned the destination of Motor City, and was relatively optimistic of the journey, but was more thrilled for the actual action.

With little care of the disappearance of his partner, Aizenagi looked to the area he was in now in comparison to where he thought he needed to go. It was not hard to spot a small station, a few horses of dark, earthy furs, lined side by side by an elderly woman, who patiently stood there, counting coins. With a rather alluring, mischievous look frozen to his lips, he shifted his direction to the station as he approached her. With an outstretched hand, he leaned in close to her with a palm loosely grasping a small bag of jewels of which he retrieved from the many pockets of his attire. The woman surprisingly perked her head to the scene and smiled, graciously taking the bag and stepping aside for entry to the mounts. "Well, how far is Motor City from this dump?" He inquired with a demanding tone, but a smile to his lips as he took the reigns to the horse, guiding it towards him. The woman only spoke softly but firmly, "Just a couple hours from here, shouldn't be that ba-"

"Just down this path?" He interrupted with the same demanding tone, but facade of a smile.

"Y-Yes... just keep going straight. Why are you going, anywa- "

"Heh, just beating some kids and taking some money. Anyway, see you." He chuckled with a subtle darkness in his voice and eyes. What were the odds that he  had shocked the woman? Great, though she should of expected as such from a man who start a conversation with insulting the present destination. He mounted the mahogany horse with a black mane, jerking the reigns back to his chest as the steed had bucked back with a cry of distraught, slamming it's forelegs back to the dirt below and galloping down the pathway as Aizenagi whipped the reigns, certain that it would not take long to arrive there. Surely, he should consider getting himself one of these things! "What an absolute pain. Having to stay on this animal for the remainder of my morning, or not. I'm unsure. But this job better be worth the jewels I exchanged for this transportation. Geez..." He mumbled quietly to himself as he leaned closer to the nape of the neck of the steed, which, bared a fair amount of stamina and endurance. Perhaps this was the correct choice. Or he could muse himself with searching for a train station. That never crossed his mind, in fact. But it was too late now, he was already on his way. And at, a rather decent pace. Sufficient at best.

WC: 1,066
Notes: 6 Posts worth of WC.