A Bikini is a Wonderful Thing[Vlad|Annora|Job]

Wont you give me a taste?

The sun was shinning down on all of Fiore; not a single cloud was in the sky. This was a rather rare ordeal, there was always at least a single cloud in the sky; it would offer, albeit temporary, relief from the oppressive rays of the sun. "So bright, what the fuck!?" He exclaimed, moving his hand up to block the rays, they were blinding.

"It's not that bad Vlad, you're over reacting..." Azriel sighed, now appearing beside the man. Azriel was his loyal contractor; this is to say the two of them were bound by a single agreement. Azriel, the demon, shared a vision with Vlad. These two, while often seen as sadistic and evil, had a single goal amidst all the chaos they caused. Change; this world was too corrupt. This was not simply the Magic Council, as many arrogant Dark Mages would believe. No, it ran deeper than that. The Royal family, the counts, the dukes, the entirety of this society was despicable. Remodeling was what was necessary, though no one seemed to sympathize with these feelings. "Well, try to enjoy yourself. Call if you need me..." The demon yawned, slowly sinking into the ground.

"Yeah, yeah yeah..." Vlad let loose a slight chuckled, still amused by the way Azriel had began to act; it seemed he was slowly infiltrating the guise he usually wore. This was a good thing, at least thats what Vlad believed. Stepping out from under the tree which he had found himself awaking under, he looked around. "Well, where to now?" He pondered, scratching the back of his head; well, he could check out if there was anything interesting posted on the job board. What else did he have to do? Nothing...

Arriving at the job board took no more than a few minutes; looking around the board there was a bunch of the usual things. The good deeds. Save a cat; save a child; find stolen shit. "Do it yourselves, you lazy shits..." He sighed, preparing to turn around; that is when he saw the perfect job... something that would, surely, entertain him. "PIRATES!" He exclaimed, chuckling a bit. Grabbing the bit of paper off the board, he would take a closer look.

"Pirates.... Other shit.... TREASURE~!" He exclaimed, smirking as he spun around. "Looks like I can finally~ have a good time on a job!" He chuckled, tucking the paper into his pocket. He would begin to saunter away from the job; it was as though he held no excitement in his body, as though he was bored.

As he walked away the inhabitants would slowly leave their houses. "He's finally gone..."

The distance to get to the destination mention on the flier was absurd! Not only was it a few towns over, but that was not all! He had to board a god damn ship as well! Well, it did involve pirates... Well, either way, Vlad was excited. He thought this could lead to an interesting outcome! Who knew what would happen!? Maybe the treasure would be something useful this time as well! When was it ever? He thought to himself, looking around. Shit, time really flew... He chuckled, now standing atop a hill; from here he was able to see the dock!

Heading down the hill, he would pull out the sheet of paper. "Oh, what is this~?" He thought aloud, looking the paper over once more. "Oh, look at this~... This Will be fun!" He chuckled, tossing the paper into the air. It seemed he would be joined by a second mage on this job! Who could it be? Well, he could only hope for a relatively attractive female. He enjoyed having some eye candy, especially when they proved to be able to hold their own! Oh god, that would be the best. A female with decent proportions, and useful – outside of the bed, and kitchen that is. 

"Well, lets not get out hopes up." He chuckled, finally entering the town. Now, taking it upon himself to reach his destination a bit earlier than the other, he began to lightly jog. The town was relatively nice, that is for a city that housed a harbor. As he approached the dock, he began to slow his pace. The whole trips took no more than three hours; it was rather pleasant. 

Now, resting against a wooden pole, he would wait for his partner. "Please, let it be a female with a nice rack. And... AND be useful!" He muttered, chuckling a bit.

MY SECRET SIDE I KEEP, HID UNDER LOCK AND KEY

'I KEEP IT CAGED BUT I CAN'T CONTROL IT

The sun shone brightly upon her, making her crimson hair seem fiery, just like her attitude at the moment. Her pale hand clutched the crumpled sheet of paper which, not surprisingly had drops of blood on it. The female, who did belong to a guild, strolled out into a town swarming with pathetic humans just to have some fun and indeed she did. For her, fun was watching these filthy creatures rot in pain and beg for mercy along with the fear that comes with the idea of death.

After a slow and terrorizing kill, she had proceeded to move elsewhere in search for another fool to take out but blood lured her back for her emerald eyes slightly glowed red, resulting in her devouring pieces of the man whom she killed. It was after she had satisfied her hunger that she found the piece of paper sticking out of his hand. Swiftly slicing his hand off, she grabbed the sheet before running her gaze over the black writing.

A small smirk appeared on her face as she walked towards the docks where she, or rather the dead individual, was supposed to meet someone. The idea of treasure brought no excitement to her but what it did bring was curiosity. She just wanted to have fun and to her, nothing brings more joy that killing someone. What sparked an interest within her was the fact that she would get a chance to face off against these so called pirates who are rumored to be ruthless and merciless. It was the curiosity that raised the question of them being as strong and merciless as they are said to be that caused her feet to move.

Her ebony boots grazed the untidy floor as her destination was in sight. Not wanting to saunter among these mundane humans any longer, she moved at a speed that was indeed normal to her and reached the destination where she saw no one, expect one man that leaned against the pole but assuming that he was not whom she was to meet, she let her eyes graze over the paper yet again before raising them only to see a man, appearing to be in his mid-forties, walking towards her or the strange man that leaned against the pole, she knew not who for they weren't very distanced from each other.

Wont you give me a taste?

Vlad would let out a light sigh, who was he waiting for? He had no idea who, or what, was in store for him on this job; the only thing that was blatantly apparent was the fact that he would be tasked with facing off against pirates. Perhaps they would hold some sort of challenge, allow him to fully enjoy himself! "Only time will tell, I suppose." He muttered, looking off into the distance. The first thing to catch his eye was the female who seemed to be rapidly approaching the pier. "Must be her." He chuckled. Pushing himself off the pole, he would be greeted by an older gentlemen. 

"You're here to hunt those pirates, right?" His voice was rather harsh, and his manners seemed to be lacking. Looking the man over a few things became apparent to Vlad; the first was the poor shape of his clothing. He must have not cleaned them in a week. How could one drag themselves around in such filth? As the man approached the smell the man expelled would assault Vlads nose. He was filthy, a complete mess. "Well, hurry up!" He exclaimed, wanting to rush Vlad aboard the ship. 

"Wait a minute!" Vlad would counter, walking off toward the female. "I suppose you're here to hunt the pirates? The name is Vlad, and yours?" He asked the female, glancing her over once. Well, it seems I got what I wanted; well, at least she has the looks. Who knows how useful she will be... He smiled at the female, motioning forward. "Well, let us board the ship." Turning, he gave the man a thumbs up, indicating they were ready to launch. "So, I do expect you will tell me all about yourself! I mean, we will be stuck on the ship for god knows how long! Lets get to know each other." He smiled, taking a rather slow pace to the ship. 

As his foot hit the pier a slight creaking could be heard; it seemed this place was quite old. "Really should maintain this better..." He sighed, following the male. "So, this should be a fun time. Hope you're ready for a journey..." He laughed, boarding the ship.

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MY SECRET SIDE I KEEP, HID UNDER LOCK AND KEY

'I KEEP IT CAGED BUT I CAN'T CONTROL IT

The man, appearing to be older than his age in ragged clothes and unclean appearance, approached the other man whereas the female stood there, listening to their conversation. It appeared that the younger man was her apparent job partner and the other one was the supposed Captain. She glanced upon the black haired man as he sauntered towards her asking her if she was here to hunt pirates, to which Annora replied with a slight nod and a blank expression which was quite typical for her. She was glad that the man she was to do the job with wasn't dumb at least; he was quick to figure out things.

As he asked her name, she stared at him for a second, before completely ignoring him. Annora wasn't someone who liked to waste her time in idle chit chat. She found absolutely no need to reveal who she was, neither did she have a need to know who the man was for she simply did not care about who he was or which alliance he was from as long as he wasn't useless, because then it would be a shame if he died by her hands for she would find no reason to let him live.

However, that's not the case with most people. Unlike Annora, others do care about alliance and she knew not whether this Vlad person would or wouldn't. It would bring her no amusement if she were to be chased later on by some pesky guards who run around foolishly behind dark mages in the name of justice, at a failed attempt to get rid of them.

She shifted her gaze towards the captain who was rather impatient and seemed to want his treasure quick as he continuously ordered the two to get on board with an expression of annoyance adorning his face. She knew how he felt for his nagging and yelling was more of a nuisance that their slow pace. She decided to leave the decision of whether to kill him or not for the end of the day. It was then that she heard his voice. Turning her head towards Vlad, she listened to how he 'expected' her to tell all about herself and suggested the idea of getting to know one another. Maybe she was wrong; maybe, he's not as quick at guessing things as she had thought he was.

Once again, she ignored him as she boarded the ship, letting her boots come in contact with the dirty wooden tiles which created a creaking effect with every step. Walking towards the edge of the ship, she let her emerald gaze intake the beauty of the sea.

THERE IS A THIN LINE

between what is good and what is evil

I will tiptoe down that line but I will feel unstable