Hydro Arsonist Job Private

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And well, today was the client’s lucky day it would seem, as they would be holding the company of not only one little girl, but a whopping two little girls! Technically, though, Yuzuki was by no means “little” in terms of years spent alive, but by appearance, one would assume she was no more than thirteen or fourteen at most. Such was the manner of the fey folk, and although the street rat only had a few trickles of the inhuman blood running in her veins, it was enough for her aging to have slowed so drastically that at the age of thirty-four, she still looked like a preteen.

Flicking the oversized spear over her shoulder, the street rat strode confidently through the streets, causing the crowd to part around her. A wrinkle of her nose, and Yuzuki marched right up to the guard and little girl, snapping out a crisp white sheet of paper that detailed she had signed up for the job. “So who am I supposed to work with? Please don’t make it some numbskulled idiot with no concept of how to fight again, will ya?” A silver streak of anger pulsed through her eyes, and despite her ragged, dirty appearance and rather odious aura hovering about her, there was something regal about this childish figure. As she looked about, searching for some semblance of her job partner-to-be, her gaze fell upon the head of fuchsia-hair besides her. Dismay gradually dawning upon her sooty features, the crescents of silver found the identical sheet which Frey held.

“Greeaaaat, I’m working with a shrimpy, huh?” A snort emanated from Yuzuki’s mouth, and the temptation to just give this all up rose within her mind. How was she going to do a job properly with some prissy kid?

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A scowl grew over Yuzuki’s face. A pompous little brat, huh? She hated this sort of kid. “I’ll have you know that I do not consider myself as under anything, so thus calling you Princess as you put it would go against my beliefs.” Flipping her eyeballs upwards in their sockets, the semi-fey rolled her eyes, purposefully moving closer to the younger girl to give her an even closer taste of the reek that floating free from the street-worn clothing. “So, in order to stay true to my beliefs, as something the dear ol’ country of Fiore believes in, I reserve th’right to call you shrimpy,” she ended, leaning back against the spear. Ignoring the high-headed little comment about her head, Yuzuki would watch through half-lidded eyes as a pair of wings broke free of the child’s shoulders, tearing open the back of her dress. My, my, such a waste of fabric. Although she was tempted to rip the rest of it right off, the semi-fey had learned the hard way that such actions were not tolerated by the authorities of Fiore, and that they saw it as much different an act than what she reasoned.

While Yuzuki could feel her wings fading in and out of existence behind her, it appeared that the other non-human wasn’t about to fly either. Not wanting to lose sight of this kid and have her run off to do the whole job herself, the street rat would stay on the ground, spinning Katsuki around and around as she stepped. With the kid’s next statement? Yuzuki resisted an open laugh out loud. The sewers? This brat? Hah! Despite her efforts, a snicker escaped her mouth as they reached the familiar grate in the ground. Remembering a night a few years back where she had jumped in these for shelter from the police, the rat flicked it open with a gesture of the weapon, jumping in without a second comment.

Here, the light was dim. Barely a thing could be spotted in the gloom, Yuzuki’s eyes glimmering silver, cat-like in the sootiness. “The ol’ crim’nal should be in one of the waste tunnels; it’s where all of ‘em go,” she stated flatly, making her way down the slimed tunnels, eyes needing no light to continue ahead. How was the princess doing, now? It amused her to imagine how Frey would be acting.

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Pfffft. Who did she think she was, huh? Whether the little demon was actually a princess or not, Yuzuki most certainly would have none of it. Puffing out her cheeks in irritation, the semi-fey would consider the best course of action to take now. Her goal? To finish the job, and rankle the brat at the same time. A grin would crack upwards the corners of her mouth as she sifted through the ideas that were formulating in her mind, and for a while, she could ignore the waves of death and hatred that were directed at her from the smaller girl. Unfortunately, the girl seemed to not mind the stench and grime of the sewers quite as much as the semi-fey had hoped, and so she would have to come up with another idea, wouldn’t she? Gotta keep the trickster mindset – that was what she repeated to herself in a steady mantra of sorts.

That was, until a sudden jet of water would spurt upwards from the sewers, startling the both of them, it would seem to her eyes. Branch-like claws would suddenly burst from her fingers, and a call of attack slipped form her lips. A dragon-kin? These people? Oh god, please no. Groaning in dismay, Yuzuki recalled all her various encounters with those of this type, and everything fell into place. No wonder she was so pompous! It seemed to be a natural quality that came with slayer mages, wasn’t it? While they weren’t exactly completely human, it didn’t mean she couldn’t hate them, right? A snarl gripped her face as the familiar hatred slipped over her, and she would channel it into her magic. It wouldn’t be great if she killed a “princess” after all, hm? The water elementals would soon find themselves shredded up under the wooden claws of Frey’s magic, and Yuzuki looked about for something she could kill just as efficiently. Aha!

Following the child’s gaze, her silver eyes had fallen upon the form of a whirlwind of flame, dancing over the surface of the sewer. “Ohoho~ This’ll be fun!” With that exclamation, Yuzuki unleashed Katsuki from its place on her belt, letting the chains swirl into a fierce frenzy. Fighting earth’s pathetic little fire with the celestial fire of the moon would be no problem for her. Letting the tip of the spear scent out its prey in a clash of fey-smithed steel against fire, A myriad of threads would burst free from beneath the semi-fey’s sleeve. They wrapped themselves around both weapon and girl, and burst away into nothingness as a glow would start up around the two. There we go! Immediately, After the spear had done its work, Yuzuki herself dodged into the fight, sending a moonfired punch at the elemental. Katsuki would be spun towards her back, where her enhanced senses had captured the essence of a water elemental rising out, only for her to miss dodging a fireball from her former opponent. Crap! More focus was needed.

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While Frey might have found Yuzuki’s situation worrisome and in need of support, the semi-fey barely even noticed the blow, recovering quickly. It was a side effect of her magic, a thing of both advantage and weakness. The madness of moonlight was something that affected all animals, fey creatures included. She was not an exception from the lunacy that would begin to seep into her mind as she let the moon’s energy course through her body, and her senses were dullened, yet heightened in a strangely disconnected way. So, when the girl came over with those claws extended towards the tsunshun, Yuzuki instinctively flinched and held up her moon-charged fingertips in case she needed to attack. Yet, the child’s mannerisms didn’t hold any more hostility than before, and soon a healing spell would be set over the semi-fey. Irritated, Yuzuki sprang lithely up to her feet in embarrassment and anger. “Jeezus brat, great to know you care so much ‘bout me, but it’s rather idiotic healing someone over so small a scratch as this, don’t you think?” Not a single trace of gratitude could be detected in her behavior, the semi-fey even more hostile now, feeling belittled and looked down upon by a mere child…!

Following Frey disgruntledly, they continued downwards through the sewers, searching for who knows what. There was naught but a slight grey hue in the air for light, yet the surfaces were rocky, and Yuzuki’s eyes sharp. She moved quickly and efficiently, looking out for any trace of what might be behind the sudden attack before. And suddenly, her searching would be rewarded by a sudden flicker of light down one of the side tunnels, with a soft, childish giggle emanating from within. Silver eyes narrowed, cat-like in the gloom, and she would gesture vaguely in that direction to this “princess” of a partner. “After you, yer majester’,” the woman mocked, showing her teeth in an approximation of a grin. Already, she could feel the edges of a decent-sized magical signature. This ‘un wasn’t going to be going down easily, that was for certain. There was a sneaking suspicion that the lunar mage had that this person might very well be behind the attack earlier…