A jackass of a warrior(Open | Intro)

When it came to poor timing there was no one like Ace. Well, his timing was poor for all but himself. He had a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time when it came to others perspectives. However, for Ace it was more like in the right place at the right time. He simply adored hearing others conversations, their secrets, and everything that made them tick. Even in this case, when he had heard the voices echoing from the guild hall, which was quite a rare occurrence considering the solemn quietness that usually enveloped the guild, Ace was quick to lurk closer to the source of the said noise. Only the noise in question was a discussion on, Ace. His brow instinctively furrowed as he clung to the shadows, staying out of sight until he could confirm that this was something he wanted to walk in on.

The quiet hiss of his guild master was recognizable to his ears but the other voice took a moment for him to place. "Ah him." The one he had encountered on the train. A pesky human that he had encountered while on his search for a guild to join. The dark haired male was unsociable, devoid of any useful information to Ace, and was nothing more than another pathetic human being devoid of any magic. How he loathed human beings, especially one's with no power, no mana to speak of. All they had was absurd emotions, dreams, friends, all things that Ace had no need nor desire for. Nonetheless Ace had done his charming, sociable, even goofy act on the dark haired stranger and now the same stranger was here for...

"You're not here for my head but rather you're here to make sure it's still attached?" Ace stepped out into the open, green eye twinkling in delight, his expression as sociable as ever. "Quite the kind gesture despite having such a cold exterior you actually have quite a pretty warm heart!" His voice was just as amiable as his appearance, though on the inside Ace was irked by the other male's presence. It wasn't often that one could evoke such a feeling from Ace. Perhaps it was because the other male was so different from him... One with a cold front but a warm heart and the other had a warm smile devoid of any heart. Yes, the more Ace thought about it the more he loathed the male that had come in search of him. Not because of his comments on Ace's average height, his eyepatch, his flame colored hair, nor was it the other male's lack of magic, or his human nature. No, what Ace detested was this man's heart.

Maintaining his warm persona Ace's gaze drifted over to the slender form of his guild master who seemed just as baffled about the male's presence within the hall. "I'd say he doesn't have much if anything to offer." Ace chimed in with a teasing grin, "No magic just an unsociable guy with too big of a heart." Ace shrugged, "Quite the pity if you ask me." He kept his distance, less his words provoke wrath from either of the other two occupants in the room. Still his tone, his words, even the way he presented himself gave no inkling to the ever-growing amount of dislike he had for the other male.

"He does have a point." Ace grit his teeth quietly, Kion was undetectable to a good chunk of mages. Unless they were slayer as Sol had been quick to point it. "Kill him, kill that annoying, useless piece of-" His ever sociable expression didn't give any hint as to what he was thinking but he was snapped out of his thoughts by the glare of his guild master. Had Ace been uncharacteristically silent for too long? Just as he was thinking of some sort of witty response, one that would keep his true feelings hidden but also make his guild master less irritated with him, words rang through his ears.

"Eh?" He blinked once then twice, unsure if he had heard Famine right. However, his memory, his ears, and his eyes did not deceive him. She wanted him to fight the useless human? The one with no magic? A moment of silence fell over Ace and his expression became almost blank. He detested the other male, loathed him despite having only met him once but to fight him? That troublesome, more effort than Ace liked to put towards anything other than collecting magic. Which was also why Ace disliked the idea of fighting the other male. Considering the emptiness of his compendium, Ace stood at a disadvantage in a fight. Since joining the guild he had only collected a single spell. He scratched at the back of his head, gaze drifting elsewhere, "Haha really funny." He looked towards his guild master, searching her form for some sort of indication that this really was just a joke. Finding no such sign he took a small step back, feigning a yawn. "Ya know I'm not really feeling well." He shrugged, "I think this cold mountain fort is real bad for the health. Might be coming down with pneumonia..." He truly disliked Kion, but fighting him was really too much of a bother, a waste of energy that could easily be used for something more important.