Tristian and the Savage friends? o.o

Tristian was wandering around on the grounds of Savage Skull. He has been lazy all day long but he figured that it was nice to have a walk for now. As he walked around through the graves, he looked up at the sky and saw the hot and bright sun burning in the sky. There wasn't a cloud in sight but something was off. Tristian stopped for a second as he saw a big ballon high up in the air, floating like it had no worries at all. "What the.. What's that supossed to be? Some kind of party?" Tristian said with an annoyed voice. "Let's go check that out..".

As he came closer and closer towards the guildhall he started to hear the sounds of music and laughter. "Something is seriously wrong here. Savage Skull members and laughing can't be a good sign." he murmered to himself. Then it hit him. Those weren't the sounds of a party. They were having an arena fight! "Aaaahh shit! I'm missing all the fun!" Tristian said as he started to run and he made his flames cloak around him. A couple of seconds later he looked 23 years old with a ashblack coat.

"Let's hope I am not to late." He grinned as he said this and he ran across the graveyard towards the guildhall. When Tristian arrived the noices were loud and overwhelming. The ammounts of yelling would get most people deaf but not Tristian. He had heard the yells and screams of his guild so many times that he actually got an adraline rush. "Ladies, Ladies coming through!" He yelled as he wandered through the crowd of people to get to the main event.

Once he arived he saw a ton of high ranked guild members standing there. There were a few of them missing tho. "Hmm.. I wonder why we're fighting right now" he thought to himself. As he looked at the middle of the huge pit, which was enchanted with protective magic, he saw nobody that he knew. "Hm.. I guess that you can call it lucky my friends ain't here.. Now I can go all out!" He said as he placed his hands on his hips and took a deep breath. A few seconds later all the flames in the guild battle ground were redirected towards Tristian as he gathered every last bit of fire. Tristian grinned slightly as he lifted his hands and made the fire follow. "Let's do this.." He said quietly in a near whispering voice and he quickly reshaped the fire into his trusty set of chakrams and he flinged thing around in circles. While his hands were free he snapped his fingers and yelled "Flame Wall!". A huge circle of fire appeared and froze everybody hit by it's flames in time. "Hehe.. Freezing Touch never get's old." He said as he smiled with a glimmer of happiness in his eyes.

As the fighting went on he froze countless weapon users that tried to dash through the wall of flames. Sometimes however there was a nice surprise waiting for him as high ranked mages tried to hit him. He just stepped aside and ignored them. They were to strong and Tristia knew his limits. Tristian went slowly but surely closer towards the centre of the pit as he began to get a bit tired. "Okee time for a time out I guess." He said as he panted a bit. He dodged a few blades and arrows that randomly went for his body as he tried to walk to the side of this huge bitch fight. "Jesus christ these mages have no mercy.. Where is Marcy if you need her?!" He questioned himself as he reached the side and sat down. "Okee.. thats better. Now let's watch them fight!" He pulled his chakrams towards his body and as he did they came back to their original form and in one big motion he lit all the torches in the guild hall again. "There we go. NOW WHERE IS THAT DAMNED BARMAN!" he yelled as he went back to relax and lazy mode being his good old 12 year old form again.

By this time she was getting very accustomed to seeing people get beat up, sometimes to bloody pulps or corpses not that she was aware of the later. When she first came to the Guild following after her Mother the child had held some concern for fights she saw and such, been rather sweet in her worry over people. However children were quick to desensitize and she now found watching people get beaten, badly beaten, or even watching them get murdered to be entertaining, even giggle-inducing. Most of the time when people were in pain they screamed and the more she saw that the more Frey became to associate the sound of someone screaming in agony for having fun. Of course, it was possible that all that darkness was just waiting under the surface and came forth when she joined Savage Skull when she found her Mother, reconnected to her bloodline. If Frey was born corrupted it would not be shocking, for she even was born bleeding black, a genetic trait though.

Anyways she was dancing through the fighting in her effort to pick up anything that got broken so she could eat the stone rubble or such from the fights breaking things. Frey eventually came near another child, one older than her as the fighting slowed and pretty much stopped. She would have ignored him in her quest to eat everything on the ground, but what he said got her attention, caused her head to turn from him. “What?” Marcy was a term she sometimes heard people use when addressing her mother or referring to the black haired woman. Thus the child was aware someone was talking about the woman she dreamed for years about finding, and she let her four-year-old brain digest what was said, eight-year-old body following after the boy while she let her brain decide if she needed to do something or not.

“Earth Dragons Sword.” the statement could so easily be mistaken for part of the fight he had just walked away from. However, if the boy turned around he would have had the chance to see the child pull the blade from the ground before she took quick steps to stand right behind him and pointed the blade at him. “IF My Mother Is Needed, She Will Show Up. In the meantime apologize for suggesting that she is lazy or slouching her duties for not getting you out a fight you got yourself into, or you will end up in another fight.” she was a child with blind faith in the woman who bore her despite the fact Marceline had given her up initially. Either way, the tween boy now had a little pink haired girl with sharp pink eyes, pointing a sword at his back or stomach, depending on if he turned around or not.

For a second everything seemed safe as Tristian was thinking of what he would order. Not a second after he decided to go with a glass of cola he heard a cute voice say "IF My Mother Is Needed, She Will Show Up. In the meantime apologize for suggesting that she is lazy or slouching her duties for not getting you out a fight you got yourself into, or you will end up in another fight.". He was to lazy to turn around and looked over his shoulder. "The childre..." Be fore he could finish his line he felt the sharp end of an obsidian blade poking against his back and a shiver went down his spine. "You.. You are Frey.. aren't you?" He stuttered as his eyes began to sparkle from excitement. He had heard that she was a dragon slayer with pink hair owning the power to control earth magic with ease. Further more the word 'Mother' said enough as she was Marcy her child. He quickly looked around to see if people were watching but the coast seemed to be clear.

"Frey.. I'm sorry I didn't mean it bad. I really didn't. It is just that she could stop this useless fight. Don't you agree with me Frey?" He said while trying to look calm. Even tho.. he knew Frey could notice he was nervous but who wouldn't be nervous when a dragon slayer held a blade against your belly? He quickly grabbed himself together again and went on "My name is Tristian by the way. Got it memorized? Nice to meet you." He said as he softly bend himself foward trying to bow politely but to not get cut by the blades sharp edge. "I hope you can fogrive me for my words." He looked straight into Frey her eyes and let a little smile appear on his face. She was actually pretty cute for an halve death living being. "Oh I know.. how about we go play hide and seek? You can seek if you want. I bet you're really good at this." He said still smiling at Frey. He then heard a low growl and he saw Frey her companion walk up to him as he tried to be nice to it's master. "Don't worry little guy.. I won't hurt her I promise on my life. to be very honest with this blade here even I am not stupid enough to try to hurt her. So you can calm down." He said in an attempt to make the animal trust him. He knew it was gonna be hard but who knew.

He checked his wrist very quickly and in a matter of seconds the whole guild hall had lost its lighting except for the place were Tristian was standing and the flames from the torches danced happily around him. "Look Frey I can controle fire. Not as good as you can control earth but I'm no slayer after all." He didn't wait for an answer and he started to move away from the blade's sharp pointy end. "Now then... How about the hide and seek game to have some fun in the middle of this gigantic fight? I'll give you candy if you can find me.." He started counting on his fingers and went on "3 times! If you can find me 3 times I will give you any kind of candy you want. As long as I can afford tho." He smiled at the girl and felt weirdly nervous everytime he looked in her eyes. The hell was wrong with him. He had never been nervous before. He shook the emotions off and tried to stay cool. "I'm gonna try to hide now. If you're against then just tell me and I'll stop right away." He said as he slowly turned around making the chain of happy dancing flames follow him.

A small hand tightened around the hilt of the obsidian blade it held, knuckles whitening as even nails left small crescent shaped dents against the side of the hand they were attached to. Her body's natural response to an aura as powerful as the one that suddenly misted over the room, Could not be helped. However, while most people would feel dread at the crawling sensation across their skin, extra sweat down their brow and chill down the entire length of their spine? Frey felt no terror as those thing’s washed powerfully over her and faded into a dull persistent ebb within a few moments. Instead of the lingering petrifying fear that one normally should feel, especially one so young as the child, Frey felt an immense warm sensation bubbling up, pure joy and happiness at the aura which could render many other’s unable to even move. The very moment Marceline's aura wrapped the room? The child pretty much actively tuned everything out to background noise she would go through in her brain later, favoring focusing on her Mother as a much higher priority. The little girl eagerly cast her optics about searching for any sight of the older woman until she finally managed to catch sight of the dark figure. “Mommy!” pink hair bounced as her body moved slightly from her excitement. Clearly? Frey wanted to run right to her mother, but the little girl was waiting to make sure her mother was fully materialized first.

“Huh?” the child looked confused as her mother spoke, glancing at the way she had her blade pointed at Tristian. Was that not how this worked? Innocent bright fuchsia optics looked up at the red eyed queen, focus solely on her as a movement was sensed so to speak. Plus her mother’s sweet voice? Was hypnotizing, after wanting to hear it for so long the child let herself get lost when she could. “Eliminate?” in spite of being a fairly intelligent child especially for chronologically being four years old and biologically eight, Frey was still a child and did not have the exact vocab of an adult. Hopefully, her mother would explain the word later, for now, the girl's eyes remained glued to what Marceline was doing, trying to mimic the hand position she saw on her mother’s weapon with her own sword. “Alright, now-” the child watched her mother cut through Tristan but he didn’t look hurt and she was not even alarmed once, not even flinching at the sight. The young girl let her first-hand slide up until it reached beneath where her blade started, giving space for her priorly free hand to come onto the hilt of her blade since her mother had held the scythe with both hands, Frey figured she should hold her sword with both. Once she had both hands wrapped firmly around the hilt? She shifted the positioning a bit and found every movement of the sword was much stronger than when she held it with one hand, though the range of motion was more restricted than before. Quickly enough, the child figured out that if she moved where she was standing slightly she could still point her sword exactly where she wanted to. Finally, she started slashing it around aiming at a wooden chair nearby. This new lesson provided Frey with a giggle as the blade managed to cut through a good deal of the wooden chair, leaving it on the floor mostly slashed in half, she might have missed a leg or something but understandable for a child, mostly.

This was when she noticed her mother was looking at the twelve-year-old, her small cheeks puffing up in jealousy at him being given attention. Of course? She quickly dismissed him as unimportant, just a business matter, pink eyes narrowed at him slightly. Now was when the little girl decided to go back to processing whatever he had said to her while she was busy paying attention to her mother. Prior to preparing herself to speak to the little boy, she rushed over aiming to take her mother’s larger hand in one of her smaller ones, her sword held with one hand once more “The fighting isn’t useless, it’s fun to watch and that's just the tip of the mountain brat!” how could he not think watching the idiots who fought in the hall do their thing was entertaining? She got plenty of laughs out of it daily by now, since she was no longer worried about the health of those involved since others had managed to convince her it was all perfectly all right. “I don’t like candy and I don’t need you to play with me.” she huffed as she turned her head away from him, making her point before she back to standing there smiling up at her mother with a large trusting, delighted smile. If this brat needed correcting any further? Mother would take care of it now that she was here.

A weird kind of fear hit Tristian in the back of his head. He heard voices that were whispering weird things in his ear and he felt a shiver down his spines. When he turned around to see if he could find the source of all this he saw a figure in a black cloak standing there. Not expecting to see someone like it behind him he jump up into the air and nearly lost his balance as he tried to back away from it but stopped as he felt the sharp point of Frey her blade in his back. "Who.. who are you?" He asked but his question got quickly answered by the happy voice of Frey. "Mommy!" He heard her say. This made him fear the figure even more as there was only one possble explaination who the figure was. "Marceline.." He whispered softly. Before he knew what happened he saw Marceline swing her scythe at him and without a doubt he closed his eyes. He felt a sharp tingly sensation and then opened his eyes to see what the damage was. Nothing. Not one single wound. Tristian started to question his sanity as he saw the scythe fade away like some kind of illusion. At that moment he realised Marceline never wanted to hurt him and he let out a sigh of relieve. However the feeling of being safe quickly left Tristian rather quickly as he heard loud slashing and breaking noices behind him.

He turned around and what he saw might even made his shivers worse then Marceline could ever cast upon him. Frey was standing there with an insanely big grin on her face while smashing her sword into a hundred chairs that were laying around. "Please don't turn around around and kill me" he whispered softly as he back away from the crazy girl and he walked straight into Marcelines her arms. He quickly realised that he was stuck between Savage Skull its mighty leader and the little girl that clearly was a foe to keep at a distance. He tried to scream but his fear got the better of him and he drew in all the fire he could find around him to switch into battle mode. He was ready to fight for his life with the still cloaked figure of Marceline as she pulled the hood down and showed him her face. Her beautiful black hair distracked Tristian long enough for Marceline to get close and inspect him. Tristian blinked and when he opened his eyes again he was looking straight into Marceline her eyes as he heard her ask him "What is it that has brought your services to me, child?". Tristian quickly tried to regain some sort of dignity and he went on one knee before he bowed down his head and spoke what could have been his most important line ever. It was all or nothing at that one point. It was the one line that could change his life. "I came here to kindly ask you to take me into your guild and teach me everything that you know about assassinations and Death as a whole. Please let me be at your side in fights and support you and the guild to the best of my limits.".

He looked back up hoping to see some kind of emotion on the women her face. Instead he heard Frey reply to his earlier question for the game of hide and seek. "The fighting isn’t useless, it’s fun to watch and that's just the tip of the mountain brat!" she said and he had to try not to burst out in laughter as his magic influenced his thinking to bit a bit more mature now. "I'm sorry for saying that Frey. You're right it's the way Savage Skull works I suppose. I'm sorry that I tried to make you think differently."  He said still half trying not to laugh. "Oh and you bet this is just the tip." He added to it with an excited grin on his face. Tristian's focus went straight back to the women in front of him after that and he quickly tried to imagine what must have been going throught her head when he backed away from her using his battle form AND ignoring her after answering the question he asked. "I'm sorry for not waiting for an answer before answering to your daughter. I.. Imagined answering her might could have ment that I didn't get impaled by that blade of hers.." He said with a small grin on his face as he saw how Frey her cheecks were a bit puffy. She must have been jealous about him taking away her mothers attention. How interesting is that he thought to himself as he went back to stand on both legs and he waited for Marceline to show any reaction to his confession about wanting to be of importance to the guild. He had been in Savage Skull for almost 3 years now but all he had done was doing basic jobs and most of them were in his specialized skill group namely Assassinations. but what he did never dared to dream about was being one of the strongest mages in the guild. He always had been lazy and he saw it as a waste of time to spend time to train his magic or to get to discover new ways to use it. But now he was done with that. He wanted to serve the guild and grow to one day be a person assassin for Marceline and her family. Which would be including that little brat of a Frey who was still standing there next to her mother, now holding her hand.

Outfit Appearance:

A pair of pearly whites continued to grind against each other as the anger of the day had started to build up more and more within her. This wasn't the first time she had lost a bet, but usually they weren't this demeaning or rather heartless as this one was. It was bad enough she willingly did this once, which is probably why he chose this for the stipulation of the bet they had made, but it was an even one of equal stakes to begin with. However, this was the last time she ever played Monopoly with a demon boy... She had to spend the entire day dressed as a maid for this boy... which granted when they were playing around was one thing. She'd worn maid outfits plenty of times before, even when she was younger, but this one was different. This one left more to the imagination and more skin of hers showing than a maid outfit should be, as well as the actual skirt of her attire being about half the length of her former one.

Despite Madison being someone who hadn't cared about walking around the guild hall in just panties and a bra, something about this just seemed to strike her as embarrassing. It could be that she was dragged along with him wherever he went, minus the bathroom. He didn't ask her to do lewd things either, mostly due to that she threatened to remove his package and send it overnight to his mouth, free of charge. Luckily, he got the point and that was left at that. However, it didn't stop him from raising his mouth and saying things that were rather suggestive and thrown way out of proportion. As if she weren't dying of embarrassment in this thing as it was, Madison was forced to endure the looks of members eying her up and down, not knowing the truth of things behind who she was. Several things really, but those were all one at a time to be discovered and worn in to them in time.

As if the attention drawing wasn't enough, Achim had to go around and be that guy and get himself involved in the drunkards of the guild. Not that the bunch of them having at it while completely decked from the alcohol. Suddenly Achim had bursted out in excitement... to no surprise truthfully. The boy darted out of site momentarily, which made the red headed maid curious as to his mother. To see who she was had been a bit- "Oh dear..." Her jaw dropped and her body shuffled behind the first thing that could mask her appearance. First, she saw adorable little Frey wielding a weapon made of the earth itself. Her pink hair and eyes as the brightest reflection of her appearance made her so cute and innocent looking, enough to hug forever! But then she saw the guild mistress herself, a scythe in hand and the look of a being whom cared not for the distraction of others. So... If.. Marceline was his mother, and Frey was Marceline's daughter... Woah..

She took in a deep breath and exhaled. Her hand nervously ran down the twisted red hair and down to the bow that tied off the braid to her hair as it hung loosely over her shoulder. Brushing out her outfit and adjusting the headdress, the teen stepped out with rosey pink cheeks of embarrassment and gave a curtsy to the ebony haired embodiment of death. "Guten tag, mutter." She spoke, her tongue lisping along to the accent of the language before she returned to a standing position. Her hands rested clasped in each other in front of her and speechless to figure out what to say to the situation of it all.