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A wide grin spread over the orange haired Wizard's face while he stalked through Peace Village and bounced his hand up and down, brown eyes glaring at his right palm, feeling the new magical power flow through it. He had been invited into the depths of the West Fiore Trading Company, invited to join the Black Sails guild, ready to deal with both legal and dark jobs for the sake of the guild. While he was more or less a justice seeking Ranger, sometimes you needed to steal or hurt someone in order to get things done, on top of that, with the mask he could freely morph without risking being discovered by anyone. In his left fist was a note, a letter asking for someone to make a hasty theft, deliver a recipe and never speak of the job again. All of this seemed easy enough, especially if he didn't have to fight, plus with his new mask in place he should have been able to walk in, and out with no effort at all. Sadly though, he had to work with a partner for some reason. Why on earth he had to, he would never know. Morning Star stopped outside of the Fudge Palace, the location that he was supposed to rob, and waited. Off in the distance a guard lifted his rifle and shouted at a brown haired man then opened fire. Morning Star winced and ran his right hand over his face. A pulse of magical power flowed from his hand and created a white and red mask that resembled a dead man to some extent, while making his brown eyes glow an eerie green. His normal grey attire exploded silently into a set of long black pants and a matching black coat that almost looked like a martial arts gi. The wind carried the tails of his frilled coat as he started to look around for is partner who was supposed to be a woman.
WC: 330
