The dream of the darkened Rose [Intro][Joining]

The wind roared violently as the air beats against the oncoming swarm of inhabitants impatiently made their way down the street, scurrying away in desperation to find some sort of overhanging to stay under. Xavier made his way down the street, a pale hand was holding his pure white fedora keeping the hat from blowing off his head and into nothingness. He carefully made his way down the street, taking extra precaution not to run into anyone, it was a way to sharpen his reflexes and also a way to keep people from touching him.  Another reason why he made sure no one was to touch him as he made his way to his destination is to make sure that no one will distract or irritate him, he was solely focused on investigating an inn called the Silver moon Inn was it?

Xavier was dressed in almost pure white, with bits of lavender on him mainly his dresses shirt and tie which was concealed under the coat and vest. As such theses colors caused him to stand out in the crowd and he was easily spotted to be new to Rose Garden. In his free hand was map of the city that depicted the maze-like roads and alley-ways. He pauses for a moment and glances up he stopped at the street corner before tucking the map in his coat pocket. Xavier only took a split second to admire its architecture, the beautifully plastered brick and even how it was masterfully placed at a corner of the street. Whoever made this beautiful building was skilled, or at least skilled enough to gain Xavier’s attention which was despite his Sophisticated manner was relatively easy. Any building that was not of the same design or of the same architecture work or just simply stood out to him, gain Xavier’s admiration.

Taking a step into the in his cold dark blue eyes lazily swept around automatically he took notice of where people were sitting, the layout of the build and where a good place to sit would be. Noticing that there was a coat rack and a hat stand towards his right, he silently made his way to the rack. There was a simple Sophisticated elegance when Xavier walks, it seemed as if every step was planned out. Upon reaching the rack he calmingly took off his fedora and trench coat placing it gently on the rack. This exposed his lavender long sleeve dress shirt and white vest that covered most of his shirt, catching a glimpse of the bar he gracefully made his way to a bar stool and silently waited to be noticed. He waited to be either served or questioned, automatically he knew what he would say his excuse for being here and if lucked shinned on him he would taking interest in Blackrose Guild.

She was not some sort of dare devil who liked repeatedly putting herself in danger to seek some brief thrill. Jiyu was not a damsel in distress in spite of how she sometimes allowed herself to act like one when a certain someone was around her. The girl wasn't some sort of legendary mage or unmistakable presence, no hero and certainly not a villain, at least currently. Who the wind user happened to be was very simple, she was part of the wind she controlled, bonded to it so closely she could never imagine her life without it and would probably die if it was taken from her by this point. The demoness never questioned her element on anything, and now that she had grown stronger she enjoyed contract with it, just as much as the omnipresence entity refused to be content with anything besides maximum contact with her.

      The woman was prone to stupid stuns, and if anyone found out how she had spent her break from work, they might just lock her inside of the guild! Call it acting out after seeing Kistine's hung body or her wind wanting a closer bond to her, or the wind mage desiring more time with it. No matter what it was titled? It didn't change the fact she had spent the afternoon leaping off the tallest tree's she could find in the forest surrounding town, not even attempting to catch herself, letting the wind do this for her, because she knew it always would. Most people would call the activity insane, but it was just another way to bond with her magical element in the mages mind. Part of her was wise enough to tell no one what she'd been up to thought.

      Jiyu was back on her shift by now, but the normally on time and hard working wind user was late for once, thus no one was at the bar when the man sat down. The half breed walked in a short while after the new comer had taken his seat at the bar. "Oops, sorry, you weren't waiting long were you?" her voice was hushed and soft, velvet smooth as she brisked by the man sitting at the bar, unlatching it and heading behind it without bothering to change from the crop top hoodie and daisy dukes she was wearing. Honestly, she couldn't remember where she had left her uniform today. "What are you having to drink?" she asked it with a nice smile on her pale pink lips, heterchomic eyes bright as she leaned against the back of the bar, waiting for his response.

Xavier found the weather to be rather nice despite the harsh winds and the bruising ran, he was always a lover of the harsher and dangerous way of life. In fact, Xavier lived for danger and risk mainly it was the feeling of thrill, the rush of adrenaline that coursed through his veins when things turned sour, the feeling of power one gains when they are forced to fight or struggle for their life. It was his drug and perhaps one day would be his ultimate downfall, but no not today. To say Xavier was violent would be an understatement, Xavier was psychotic yes but not stupid even he a man who loved violence knew when to hide and when to run.
 
Unlike many others Xavier was not bound to a certain code of honor of self-righteousness or pity, no he was above such things. Xavier found such codes to be restricting in a world obviously ruled by the strong, he believed one must do anything to survive even if that means living a lie. It was irony really, such a man full of Psychotic thoughts and violent urges seeking to join a legal guild. There was reason behind this. He used legal guilds mostly as insurance and to make sure that his goals would not be in any danger. But also to see what would happen to that guild, yes he could join a dark guild and leave a psychotic life but in the end his life would be shorter, something he could not risk.
 
When Jiyu arrived Xavier was silently sitting along seemingly in thought, what he was thinking was unknown even to him. Perhaps it was random thoughts, perhaps it was him controlling violent urges, or, perhaps it was him making a backup plan. His shoulders were broad, his hands were gently placed in his lap and he was sitting up straight. However, he was glancing down at the marble bar, thinking waiting. Only when Jiyu arrived to serve him did he looked up and place a gentle smile on his thin pale lips, he cleared his throat slightly. “Water Mam, I would like some water please” His voice was soft and gentle. He took a moment to study, he shakes his head slightly “Where are my manners I forgot to say Hello” he chuckles slightly.

He mentioned wanting water as she took a very wide toothed comb from under the counter and started working on her wild, unruly, entirely knotted mass of hair. Serving a costumer? Came before fixing her locks sadly, so she set it down once more, walking over to get him a glass, turning on the sink and filling the mug with water. It actually made her happy to serve someone a basic liquid at the bar, something that could not get someone drunk! Jiyu has never been an exceptional fan of liqour, due to her father's drinking problem, despite being in love with a man who was almost always drinking. It really was a point of being hypocritical within the wind user, but she just couldn't bring herself to care about the oxymoron produced, it didn't matter to her. "Water is always a good choice." she complimented him as she set the mug down, keeping her gentle smile worn.

Now that she had served him, she plopped down on the seat she kept behind the counter, bringing her roughly waist long hair around to the front, over her shoulder's, so it laid where she could reach all of it. Once she had the wide tooth comb back in her hand's, the wind user went to work on fixing her hair, gently running the comb through her hair to remove loose knots and loosen tight one's. "I don't have the best manner's myself." she was barefoot and half naked for the sake of the green world, manner's were the last thing on her mind. However she also did not seem to be some rowdy tom boy either, more of a wild child with a calm side to her.

"So what brought you here if you don't mind me asking?" she finally inquired as to his reason for being here, since most people didn't leave their homes just to get water. While waiting for a response, she switched which half of her hair she was working on combing out.

Xavier was not a fan of the intoxicating and corrupting effects of alcohol, no he feared that if he did get drunk he would do or say something that will eventually back fire.  That and Xavier like to remain calculating and alert when he meets new people. Xavier watched her use a rather wide toothed comb and then continues to watch her fix her messy unkempt hair, taking particular interest in the way she carried herself. “Water is the life blood of every living thing” Xavier comments softly, placing on a charming smile then glance lazily at the mug of water when she served him. “Thanks” he comments gently retrieving, the mug with a single pale hand, he noted her worn smile.
 
Placing both hands on the cup he closed his eyes and tilted his head down, as if he was praying. However, Xavier wasn’t praying instead he was assessing and silently judging her. He raises the cup, with both hands, towards his lip gently taking a sip of the nice cold water. Slightly refreshed Xavier once again looked up, noticing that she was combing her hair again slightly raising a eyebrow when he noticed how she was dressed. A normal person would have blushed, but Xavier didn’t he wasn’t one to show emotion if any that he had. “Ah, to me manners are everything” he murmurs softly, once again placing on a charming smile. “Without manners, I will be nothing” It was slightly the truth, without his mannerly nature and charming appearance he would probably either be in A: Jail or B: Insane alyssum.
 

He takes another sip of water and seemingly was thinking of a reply however, it was merely a disguise to make things seem normal or at least not premeditated. “I am a wanderer, look for a place to call home” he says softly, then added in a slight chuckle “Or a place that is willing to handle me” he says as if joking slightly.

Alcohol could turn even the most attentive and caring, gentle people into utter monsters sometimes, and that was why Jiyu hated the substance so much. However other people's lives were not her business so she let them kill their liver's and throw their life down the drain with the liquid she was allowed to serve. Somewhere? There was a sick sanctification borne deep within her soul, the rage and spite of an inugami towards the whole world. However the strange thing was, she felt none of this malice on the surface, there was no trace of it in the way she smiled, the words she spoke or the aura she projected, all of that hatred was hidden so deep only someone with powerful soul magic would ever be able to see what was laying dormant deep within her, sleeping until it would be called awake.

"If I had proper manners I'd likely have become a blacksmith or house wife instead of a mage." indeed if she wasn't so damn stubborn the female would have listened to her father and not practiced her mother's magic, eventually over came what at the time was a minor fear of fire, or married some boy in the village to get out of that house. Now? She had more than she'd ever dreamed of and it was because she had not just laid down and been a good girl when told she must. Jiyu chuckled a little as the memories ran round her head, shaking them off with a small little smirk.

"Familiar story." the wind mage spoke up the second he mentioned being a wandering man looking for home. The female? Knew that was the story directly or indirectly, for lots of the guild, including herself. She stood up once more, her hair entirely brushed out, a little past her waist. "Would you like to stay here than? This is cafe/inn, but it's also part of the black rose guild, I'm actually one of the Ace's, so fairly sure I can accept you in and place the mark. Anyway's, it's a good place, puts up with me and that's not always easy." mostly because Jiyu attracted, trouble, danger and mishap without even seeming to, racing right into it.

Xavier gently sips glass of water until there was nothing left but an empty glass, he gently whips his lips. Pain, pain was something Xavier enjoyed on the surface he may seem like a mildly manner gentlemen, no one would ever suspect that deep down to his very core that he was psychotic. Xavier was always so calm and even to a point so gentle with people that no one would really expect him to be a sadistic monster that enjoys the pain of others and cares little for the value of human life. The only hints one would get of his true nature is when in combat, his eyes reveal everything and in combat Xavier’s eyes just have that look, a look that gives away everything. Xavier knew of this but he couldn’t do anything to control it, he just loved fighting.


Xavier takes a few minutes to consider his options, a part of him was thinking of his options. He could accept the offer right then and there, but it may make things suspious. He pauses his lips forming into an almost snake like grin, he turns to her “Well, it’s true I have no home and well I am a mage” he points out rubbing his chin slightly. “What are the black rose’s needs? What are your goals? I don’t want to be useless figure in the background” he sighs softly seemingly sadly.


Xavier could care less about their morals or codes or anything really, he just wanted something to do. If they needed a hit-man or someone to do their dirty Xavier would lend a hand, as long as his record was clean he didn’t care what happened. However, Xavier didn’t want to get stuck doing the boring things either, no he wanted to feel the thrill of battle, the feeling and smell of death as it slowly crossed anyone who dared stayed in his way. Once the guild started to bore him, or at least annoy him Xavier would leave, like he always done. Join than leave when things weren’t going his way.