Anyone Still Around? (Open)

It had been a while since Janneline's return to Savage Skull, and since that time... the guild had become unusually quiet. Of course, Za'cha hadn't noticed this transition of sound at first since for the most part he'd been busy in his chambers working on new weapons and armour designs, working on improving and augmenting his current armaments after that field test with an actual God Slayer showed the flaws in his initial design to limit and lock their powers.

It was a grueling process, no less so because along with his own thoughts on the situation, he had to contend with the Dark Celestial Spirit of Pride putting his own two jewels into the discussion, as well as the Rider of Death's Scythe chiming in as well.

Not that he didn't appreciate the input from these two ancient spirits, but there were times when he really thought it would be a good idea to one day make some sort of helmet that would give him his own head back, silencing the two bickering spirits. Least then he could finally get a decent night's sleep, even if only for an hour or two before they inevitably found some way to break it.

Speaking of breaking, the silver-haired dark mage decided it was time to take a break from his diagrams and blueprints to check the status of the guild, and see if anything interesting had been put up on the notice boards or job boards. He did need to resupply his personal forge, and supplies did cost money unfortunately. Even as a member of a Dark Guild like Savage Skull, most of his materials were easier to procure through honest trade rather than simply stealing them. Meant less chances for the Rune Knights or other groups to pinch him on some charge or other.

Of course there were components that required a more direct approach to their retrieval, but that was for another time. For now, he left his chambers and began to walk the halls, letting the sounds of his own footfalls echo through the corridors as he made his way towards the main hall. He wondered if anyone had actually stuck around now, as he looked around the place.

Not that he could blame anyone really... Savage Skull needed to relocate in his opinion since the Rune Knights had assaulted them a while back, then that Fire God Slayer Guild Master... honestly, with the way people kept finding them, they may as well have had a flashing neon sign at the top of their base saying "We're Here~". The notion of it made Za'cha snort.

The darkest of guilds was so silence these days, that the moment Za'cha set foot back into the main hall, the echoing clacks of his steps would go off as a gunshot. Which bellowed through the entire Savage Skull domain awakening those slumbering in the shadows until now.
Beckoned to the sound of something actually alive in the darkest of guilds, a soft growling all around the silver haired mage was to be heard. Eyes glowing crimson red, piercing through the darkness as they traced every step the man made. Yet surprisingly so, the moment these horrid beasts hiding in the dark caught Za'chas smell, they'd fell back. Back into the shadows, knowing that the familiarity of that smell meant that the mage belonged here.

The Garm weren't the only ones who beckoned to Za'chas call. With it also came the enigma of a man called Harrigan Crawford. A man whom at first sight felt so out of place, with his velvet red suit and is nicely leather bound shoes. That you could only think ''is this guy lost or something?''
While in matter of fact, he was perfectly at home. With every step he took through the shadows, the heel of his shoes clacked against the cold stone pavement. Creating a rhythm that was all to familiar for the white haired mage. And as Harrigan appeared out of the shroud of blackness he greeted the young man, not with authority or superiority as most would expect from a man such as him. But more as an equal, for as far that goes for Harrigan.

No it was better to say, that Harrigan showed actual appreciation for Za'cha. Or maybe he was more similar to the Garm who felt more at east seeing a familiar face for once.

'Well look at that' his voice however, was as arrogant as ever. Which tied in nicely with the conceited smirk on his face. 'We haven't seen you around for quite some time, I assume you lost yourself into your research again?'