Grema had come to Hargeon town for one simple reason: there was a large and last minute sale of magitech parts and other mechanical items at their market, and the magitech mage was taking full advantage of it.
Happily laden with her shopping supplies the mage almost missed the flash of black hair and glasses but turned just in time. Immediately her Eye of Magi turned on and informed her of an ally nearby, for there, walking into a building was her old client, Guy Stratus. She had overall good feelings about the man so the guild wizard attempted to catch up to him to say hi.
Guy was busy talking to an usher of sorts, looking rather excitedly a the bag clutched in his hands. Grema guessed that to be the magical Aegis that Guy obtained from their last adventure. ‘Did he find the next knight already?’ Grema wondered and attempted to follow him. If that really was the case the inventor would feel rather smug because she guessed this exact thing would happen.
But just before Grema got close enough to yell out a greeting she stopped short and gapped. The scholarly Guy Stratus had just entered a male host club. Now Grema wasn’t one to judge on personal preferences but Guy didn’t seem like the host-type at the very least. ‘He’s probably here for his quest.’ The deformed woman reminded herself, but she still felt intimidated and uncertain about going in. Also everyone who got to know Grema well enough knew that she hated beautiful people, hosts generally being in that category.
“Ugh there’s the new host club.” Mutters someone nearby.
“Why ‘ugh’? The hosts are really nice, not that I’d personally know or something!” Says another over Grema’s shoulder.
“Of course not. It’s just that I heard the owner is a real creep of a guy if you know what I mean. I wouldn’t get paid to go in there.”
“Aye, good point…” The second one mutters as their voices drift away. And that was that. Grema was entering the dreaded host club. ‘Whoop de freaking doo’ She thought grumpily. But the mage couldn’t let Guy be put in danger from some shady pimp. Grema might not have the biggest range of morals, but Guy had grown on her, like a bad case of foot fungus. Abandoning him to possible molestation just wouldn’t do.
“Heya there… person, wanna come in for a drink?” A handsome blond man smoking a cig ask the mechanic as she approaches the club. Grema simply nods at the man, and looking wary leads her into the dimly lighted building.
There the mage gets seated in a plush chair and after getting her drink and food order the host leaves. It didn’t take long for Grema to find Guy just a table across from you. A moment later Guy looks toward the guild wizard, and they both stare at each other for a few seconds before Guy grins wide.
“Grema! What a surprise!” The archeologist greets her, getting up to sit at the engineers table. “You don’t seem like he host type.” He comments, looking at his friend questionably.
“I’m not.” Grema deadpans quickly. “I saw you walking in and followed. Guy, listen, this place is pretty shady and while I don’t judge, the owner-“
“What? No! I’m not, I wouldn’t, I’m-!” He stutters, blushing scarlet up to his ears. He then takes a calming breath and leans toward the mage. She leans forward as well and Guy wishpers to her: “I’m here because I’ve tracked down another successor to the knights legacy. I’m pretty sure it’s that blonde host who let you in."
“Hey there bud I’m the ones who’s supposed to be charming the ladies.” A voice drawled out near them and the two sprang apart. “Course if you’d like a job I’m sure after a bit of training and… tweaking you’d be right at home. Unless she’s your women of course.” Blondy told Guy, giving him a searching look.
“Er, um, no thank you, and we’re just friends who happened to run into each other.” Guy hastily corrected their host.
“Ah makes sense otherwise you’d be screaming at each other for being here. Not the first time it’s happened.” The lazy looking man tells the scholar, then like a switch he was all charming smile and sweet voice as he addressed Grema, giving her the drink she ordered. “Sorry for the wait ma’am, I’m Virgil and I will be your host tonight. Or both or your host, if you wish.” He says reluctantly, glancing at Guy. The said archeologist beams at Virgil for finally getting his name and the host makes a quick departure to grab both of their meals.
Happily laden with her shopping supplies the mage almost missed the flash of black hair and glasses but turned just in time. Immediately her Eye of Magi turned on and informed her of an ally nearby, for there, walking into a building was her old client, Guy Stratus. She had overall good feelings about the man so the guild wizard attempted to catch up to him to say hi.
Guy was busy talking to an usher of sorts, looking rather excitedly a the bag clutched in his hands. Grema guessed that to be the magical Aegis that Guy obtained from their last adventure. ‘Did he find the next knight already?’ Grema wondered and attempted to follow him. If that really was the case the inventor would feel rather smug because she guessed this exact thing would happen.
But just before Grema got close enough to yell out a greeting she stopped short and gapped. The scholarly Guy Stratus had just entered a male host club. Now Grema wasn’t one to judge on personal preferences but Guy didn’t seem like the host-type at the very least. ‘He’s probably here for his quest.’ The deformed woman reminded herself, but she still felt intimidated and uncertain about going in. Also everyone who got to know Grema well enough knew that she hated beautiful people, hosts generally being in that category.
“Ugh there’s the new host club.” Mutters someone nearby.
“Why ‘ugh’? The hosts are really nice, not that I’d personally know or something!” Says another over Grema’s shoulder.
“Of course not. It’s just that I heard the owner is a real creep of a guy if you know what I mean. I wouldn’t get paid to go in there.”
“Aye, good point…” The second one mutters as their voices drift away. And that was that. Grema was entering the dreaded host club. ‘Whoop de freaking doo’ She thought grumpily. But the mage couldn’t let Guy be put in danger from some shady pimp. Grema might not have the biggest range of morals, but Guy had grown on her, like a bad case of foot fungus. Abandoning him to possible molestation just wouldn’t do.
“Heya there… person, wanna come in for a drink?” A handsome blond man smoking a cig ask the mechanic as she approaches the club. Grema simply nods at the man, and looking wary leads her into the dimly lighted building.
There the mage gets seated in a plush chair and after getting her drink and food order the host leaves. It didn’t take long for Grema to find Guy just a table across from you. A moment later Guy looks toward the guild wizard, and they both stare at each other for a few seconds before Guy grins wide.
“Grema! What a surprise!” The archeologist greets her, getting up to sit at the engineers table. “You don’t seem like he host type.” He comments, looking at his friend questionably.
“I’m not.” Grema deadpans quickly. “I saw you walking in and followed. Guy, listen, this place is pretty shady and while I don’t judge, the owner-“
“What? No! I’m not, I wouldn’t, I’m-!” He stutters, blushing scarlet up to his ears. He then takes a calming breath and leans toward the mage. She leans forward as well and Guy wishpers to her: “I’m here because I’ve tracked down another successor to the knights legacy. I’m pretty sure it’s that blonde host who let you in."
“Hey there bud I’m the ones who’s supposed to be charming the ladies.” A voice drawled out near them and the two sprang apart. “Course if you’d like a job I’m sure after a bit of training and… tweaking you’d be right at home. Unless she’s your women of course.” Blondy told Guy, giving him a searching look.
“Er, um, no thank you, and we’re just friends who happened to run into each other.” Guy hastily corrected their host.
“Ah makes sense otherwise you’d be screaming at each other for being here. Not the first time it’s happened.” The lazy looking man tells the scholar, then like a switch he was all charming smile and sweet voice as he addressed Grema, giving her the drink she ordered. “Sorry for the wait ma’am, I’m Virgil and I will be your host tonight. Or both or your host, if you wish.” He says reluctantly, glancing at Guy. The said archeologist beams at Virgil for finally getting his name and the host makes a quick departure to grab both of their meals.