It sickened Rasparov how incompetent so many of the crew here really were. Why had he thought this would help with his plans, why had he signed up to surround himself in idiots. They bickered, they made a mess, they were like children he had to watch else they get themselves killed. Not that he would stop them from doing so, one less idiot meant the smart could flourish eventually. It also meant he would have one less person to kill on his path to ultimate perfection; the apex predator of Earthland and beyond. It was a hunger, a craving, to become such that would likely consume him in the future. For now all he could do was make plan within plan, to carry out those that succeeded while moving on from a failure with dignity. Todays plans had involved trying to find a ship for himself to one day use, though that seemed to fall through as an alarm in the form of a bell began ringing out throughout the entire guild lair.
That alarm would have the unfortunate side effect of waking the pet that had come to him from the Magic Council, a pet they had left a note with stating they had 'created' him a friend for his time in their service. With great displeasure, he now how a chimera by the name of "Dazzleiayanamor" that seemed to find him the best owner ever; even after the two stabs to the side he had delivered with his two favorite swords. The beast seemed to be created to be exceptionally loyal to him, almost like how he was supposed to be to the Magic Council that 'owned' him. Too bad they would not realize how wrong they were, not until it was too late. Until then Rasparov would just have to deal with the creature following along.
All right, long name, let's go to the Myrmidon and find out what ghost ship it is we're going to be seizing." The slight tinge of anger in his voice wasn't quite masked by the professional tone he put on for his image, though the chimera seemed to care not about such things as the two left the room he slept in.
Butler's cloak flowed behind him as he made a quick walk towards the ship. While Captain Anastasia had asked for all 'able-bodied' crew, the leviathan slayer felt that some that were heading in the direction of the crew's ship to be quite a bit off from being considered fit for coming along. A few seemed to be barely able to walk, the fat on them at levels that would give just about anyone a heart attack. Some looked like they had seen better days, and a good amount had a missing eye or limb. It was a shame they couldn't just regenerate them like Adapt could, but that was one of the perks to not being a human at all. What he was had been kept secret from everyone, as who would really trust a walking sin once they found out what they really were? The captain? Nay, he would likely put him in the dungeon and try to get information from him. That would mean he would have to fight his way out, and that would ruin all plans here. If anything he should begin making a few more contacts outside of the guild, maybe even contact the two he had been paired up with when he was still in the Rune Knights. They had seemed capable, though the woman a complete dunce at the same time, and were surely doing fine somewhere in Fiore or elsewhere in Earthland.
It would not take long for the being to find himself on the ship and deftly avoiding collision with others as he made his way to the bridge. His pet was a different story altogether, the multiple heads looking in all directions and distractions like a puppy taking in the environment for the first time ever. With three sets of eyes you would expect it to not lumber into people and knock things over, but alas that was not the case. Behind Rasparov were the sounds of chaos that he would need to teach the creature to control. Growls or surprise as it bumped into railings and people would be made as heads angrily glared at those it felt were purposely hitting it.
"Come now...Dazzle. We don't have time for games. Pay attention to where your walking or you'll be sitting in a kennel for a while after I build one that fits you." The words seemed to calm the creature down, hearing the words of the master telling it to do something, and it stayed in line behind him for what he would think was until he said otherwise.
Getting to the bridge would find him looking at a girl that was at least a foot shorter than him peering into the bridge that others were already in.
"Excuse me miss, pardon me. And pet, stay here and behave." The man would easily pass by the girl and go into the bridge, the pet sitting down and making a strange growl from the lion head as it inquisitively looked at the girl that seemed afraid of going in. Though what did the newly created being know? For all it knew she was just curious like it was. Maybe they could even be friends! The snake head would hiss in happiness at a new friend while looking at her while Rasparov began to speak inside.
"So we have found a ghost ship, Captain? It's not outside my skillset so I will gladly serve you in taking control of the vessel alongside anyone else that joins us today." He would say the words to Anastasia as he bowed. After correcting his stature he would turn to the metallic slayer, which was not made a surprise at all, and speaking to him.
"Good day, Cirven I believe you said you name was. It's a pleasure to see you again, and will be a pleasure to work with you I hope." His jovial tone masked any thoughts that there was another meaning to the words, though a mind reader would hear the dislike of the openly metal eating slayer just for his uncaring nature of his own power. There was art in having a slayer magic, a beauty that many did not understand or care for at all. If only they could all think alike, Earthland would have such a domination force controlling them at that point. Ah well, he could only dream until it became a reality.
"I hope a few more join us today, I do not think any of us really want to have to work ourselves to death in the process of grabbing this ship for ourselves. And Ana, I care not for any rewards on this trip, save it for those that need the money. I have nearly all I need for myself, and any more jewels lining my pockets will simply make it too hard for me to go around without jingling everywhere as I walk." The man would finish speaking and move to a corner of the room that had nothing important in it before standing there silently to watch everyone that came in. Hopefully no more disappointments would show up and try to ruin his mood, he really wanted to keep up the happy optimistic act as long as was possible in his time with this group.
The leviathan had plenty more questions to ask, but would wait to see if the captain would entertain any of them once everyone had gathered together. Where had the ship been found, exactly? What was it called, and what did it look like? Were there any rumors that they should take advice and warning from? What was the ghost ship armed with, and was there a crew of ghosts or undead running it as well? What were the tales of the 'booty' on board. Was it some long outdated currency that they would find useless when they got there? Was it magical items of great power? Or was the joke on them and the loot was a complete lie and they would just be capturing a ghost ship for them to overhaul and take over? Would Anastasia claim it as their own, or would they keep this current artificial intelligence-equipped ship as their own? The artificial intelligence of the ship was an interesting thing to the abomination that stood there silently. It was a creation like he was, but was it actually sentient? He could ask the captain, but how would one explain such a question without revealing the reason for the question? He could always ask the ship itself, but anyone overhearing would find it a strange thing indeed. Instead the being would push the thought to the back of his head where he could dwell on it until he had a chance to be alone and ask, or find out through second hand information from another that found out.
His mind would rush back to focus on what was going around him as he heard his chimera growl loudly as a crewman stepped on the snake body of the tail and nearly got himself bit in the process. At least almost was what the homunculus hoped for out there. The last thing he needed was for his precious 'pet' to kill someone in a bad reaction.
"Dazzle, last warning. Do not attack or threaten those here. They are to be considered friends unless they harm me, or you, purposefully. Though I do not see that being an issue at any time now or in the future." The words would be for the chimera as well as for those around that might grow worried about the large creature on their mission today. Trust worked both ways, and he was intent on helping the others trust in himself and his pet while he was here. People worked better with those they trusted, and what better way to earn trust than to seem to care for their safety at the time? After all, if he faked it long enough he may even believe it himself one day. A lesson in life, or so they say. He chuckled internally, no noise coming from him as it was only in thought, as he went back to working up a list of even more questions to raise once they had gotten their breifing from their ever beloved, and spandex wearing, captain. He would need to try and teach her some better dressing habits, or help her get some more in her wardrobe. Fashion could trick one's opponents if done well, as it was easy to find something fashionable while also keeping your body safe and able to fight. It just took time to figure out the balance for others.
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