The Alcoholic Mage's Guild Intro (Part 2)

A fine layer of confusion began to settle somewhere deep in his gut as soon as the gentleman, Johann as he presented himself, took it upon himself to whisk them away unto foreign land within the span of a single breath. When the spell all but settled, Marco could barely contain his surprise as the atmosphere around him adapted to a drastic change that was unknown to him - everything smelled faintly of salt water, and he could make out a large silhouette of a massive structure ahead of them. The guild building, perhaps? He wasn't too sure.

However, it was only fair that they'd be sent there after how the conversation ended. 'And abruptly so.' he thought, swinging Stormbinder over his shoulders with a small chuckle. That teleport trick certainly was convenient, though there was little need for it in Jing's case considering the attachment his exceed harbored for the red-head, and that his host appeared to relish the long, drawn-out methods like the trains or the ships, regardless if he had to carry a pack of pills to help him numb the vertigo-like symptoms for the duration of the trip.

Sadly, there appeared no other way to leave the place without resulting to sea-transport. Sharing a physical body automatically equated to him inheriting whatever bodily problems Jing had, and that included the curse of being far too sensitive to the dizzying movements of vehicles and the sea, no matter how small. To later deal with the waves sooner than not brought about a foreboding dread in his stomach, the rumbles causing him to inhale sharply.

'This'll be fun...' he thought.

Through narrowed eyes, Marco would move on to survey the area around, making note that Ada, along with a dark-haired male had already walked farther ahead of him, leaving him to his own devisings as they observed the island at their own pace. Huh, it appears the gentleman who had been smoking a pipe earlier managed to tail them. An itching sensation to light another stick for the heck of it began to overwhelm him upon him recalling the memory, however. Shaking his head, Marco would push the craving down with a gulp, realizing that it probably wasn't a good idea to meet important people whilst smelling like cigarette smoke. Instead, he'd shrug off any other trivial urges off his person, tossing his hands into his pockets as he followed the path that lead straight ahead, the trail worn out from what could be deduced as the in-and-out of people as they went along their usual business.

Then, some more dumbfounding events began to unravel just ways away from where they were as the ground trembled from an ensuing crash. Something appeared to have collided messily against some adjacent trees as they descended from the sky, and the red head could only do so much in the face of a large, monstrous animal's corpse writhing with pained breaths. He simply stared, his brows furrowed.

"What the-" he mouthed, however not given the chance to finish his usual obscenity as a figure drifted smoothly from above, his tone casual.

"Recruits, right, I guess that's what we're called n-"

There was not much time for him to talk then, it seems, his words being cleanly cut off by the sound of something really big and really sinister tore through the area. Marco nodded, watching the other man deftly handle the situation, a sort of placid awe gracing his face that held true until the last bit of the bout, a beast laying limp beneath the other person's hand. A small curiosity wormed itself into Marco's thoughts as he analyzed the corpse up close, questions arising at the sight of black sparks that made him think of lightning, but at the same time, it also felt different from the element that Jing was so intimately educated about, all those years back.

Shaking his head, Marco split his hat from his head in an attempt at formality once he received the other man's name, and, in essence, the nature of the man's position, which gave him a small incentive to tighten up, and straighten himself, just as he would always do when he engaged with someone important. "I go by Marco, sir." he began, his shoulders stiff from practiced decorum. "We encountered your Vice President along the way, and he sent us here so we could promptly be included into your association...sir."

Oh, that came out far too rigid than he wanted.

'Crap.'

Some other person would later make themselves present at their little affair, a presence coming from somewhere that escaped him, but it was a person that nonetheless appeared important if he was able to regard the CEO in a familial sense. Marco only managed to stiffen even more, though he'd try for several breaths to regain some semblance of humanity into his mechanical-like gestures.

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