Handling Mr. Silverspoon [Job, Private]

Markus smiled thinking to himself. It has been a long time since he has been in the Capital, a couple years at least. The city was just as spendorous as last time he had visited, sprawling out in every direction. Markus wondered when the next Grand Magic Games were, maybe he could join in after all by the next week he planned to actually join a guild. However, he had one more job to do first, which is what brought him to the beautiful city.

Markus took a sharp turn and walked down an alley before stopping. Although he was doing nothing wrong, yet, it would do no good for him to be noticed right now. And, he did not wish to raise any eyebrows or be forced to answer questions. Shuffling around his pack Markus found the item he was looking for, a small envelope, a letter with a strange seal on the back. Pressing his index finger along the seal, and moving his hand in a certain way Markus allowed some of his magical aura to escape, activating the item.

A slightly transparent image appeared and started to rotate slowly.  The man looking back at him had a prestigious and cocky smile, and was dressed in a fine white coat, black vest and had a blue tie.

‘Mr. Silverspoon, I wonder where I will find you tonight.’, Markus thought to himself. He was tasked with finding the man, and taking care of the problem he caused. It was unusual for Markus to take this kind of work, not that he really care, however generally there was too much risk involved, or the contract had connections that would come back to haunt you.

More commonly however, Markus had learned the person who put in the job was usually just as bad, was petty, and was trying to remove a rival, or end competition. Markus always refused jobs from those types of people. This time was different however, which surprised him. When he found the job he found many versions, from many people, at least four, which means the actual count of people who wanted to see him dealt with was much higher. Not many people would go as far as to contact dark mages.

Apparently Mr. Silverspoon was a bit of a git, he would disregard the lives and health of others, beat whoever found their way into his bed, and act as a horrible human being, and waste of life, all around. This was one of the few contracts Markus would enjoy. Besides, it seemed he would be doing the town a service and getting a nice reward.

As Markus began to do his round he found a couple things which was going for him. The mansion, which was a lavish multi story building created of white stone, with an ornate but functional wall and large gate, was built too close to a series of trees, probably for aethstetic. However, in this case it gave him a way in.

Walking around, Markus found the second mistake. The guards Mr. Silverspoon had hired were, for lack of better terms, idiots. As far as he could tell, they would much rather sleep, talk, and drink then do their job.

Finally, after watching the house for a couple days Markus found the third nail in Mr. Silverspoon’s coffin. He was a notorious lecture. Despite the fact that multiple women had come forward with what he had done to them, he seemed to never get charged and as such had a posy of vexing rich girls who fawn over him, constantly at his side always looking for the next trinket, or bauble. This caused him to be a almost always in the limelight, as he tried to be in their sight, at least until he brought one to his bedroom. Which, lead to Markus’s first problem.

As far as he could tell, Mr. Silverspoon took a girl to his bed chambers every night, and seldomly was it the same one in a row. Upon further inspection Markus found his second problem. The grounds were protected by dogs. Low quality badly trained dogs, but still dogs.

As far as he could tell, the job would be all around average. If he could avoid the dogs, and the security he would be stuck with Mr. Silverspoon and whoever was sharing his bed.

With his rounds done, and Markus feeling relatively certain about his chances he decided to call it for the day, and wake up as the sun set. As usual, Markus found himself a hidden and relatively dry tree within one of the many parks of Crocus. Luckily for him, that was very easy to find, and as such he found himself having a good nights(days) rest. The best part about being nocturnal? No one questioned someone taking a nap in a park during the day. They were always too busy looking for vagabonds and homeless, dressed in rags and sleeping at night.

As evening set Markus found himself once more at the estate of Mr. Silverspoon. Standing in an ally near the house Markus pulled his hood over his head, and his scarf over his face. Once the link was completely his Shroud of Darkness activated and the scarf morphed covering his face. Anyone who was to look into the cloak would be met with only darkness, and since the rest of his body was covered, no marks or tattoos showing, he knew no one would know who he was.

Getting into the estate was quick work, the dogs seemed to get distracted by a cat or some other critter, and any who came too close were lost to him as he melded into the shadows, making himself undetectable. However, once he entered the Mansion things almost went south.

Looking around Markus found himself hiding in the shadows near the doors to the dining room. He knew the job had a secondary objective, and his best chance to complete it was before he took care of Mr. Silverspoon.

Markus walked into the room when he heard it, across the way, someone was in the kitchen… Markus waited, he stood in the darkest corner he could find and in the doorway he saw him. Mr. Laurence Silverspoon himself. He seemed to be rummaging around. After a few seconds Markus realised, he was getting food, it looked like apples, maybe some cheese, and a plate of crackers.

Markus smiled, this would be easier then he thought. Slowly he creeped forward about to make his move when he froze.Sitting, well more leaning, right next to the door was one of Mr. Silverspoons hired security, sleeping on the job.

Markus knew he had to be careful, he had to sneak past the guard and into the kitchen.

As he tiptoed across the room, staying to the shadows in the edges of the room, Markus got unlucky, a bang came from the kitchen, loud enough to wake the guard. Sounds like Laurence dropped a plate. Of course, he wasnt gonna make this easy.

Markus froze.

He waited, he knew he was melded into the shadows, but in a room such as this it was an imperfect magic. If the guard looked at him, he would be caught.

Seconds passed, the guard scratched his nose, rubbed his hair.

Some more time passed, the guard closed his eyes. Markus still waited, the seconds turned into minutes, and every nerve in Markus’s body stood on end. Finally, the guards breath started to deepen, and a slight sound escaped his mouth. The guard was snoring, once more asleep.

He heard as Mr. Silverspoon left the kitchen. Markus signed, it seemed that he had missed his opportunity to finish him here and now. Markus creeped forward, and into the kitchen.

Along the northern wall he found what he was looking for, an ornate box with gold trim. Inside it he saw the famed “silver spoons” the Silverspoons family heirloom.

Quickly Markus placed the box into his pack, step one was over. Hopefully it only got easier from here.

Shortly Markus found himself standing at the top of the stairwell, he got lucky on his way. So far he had seen no more guards, no dogs, and no annoying rich girls.

As he went forward, sneaking through the house he saw his final blocker. Sitting a couple feet from the bedroom door was another security guard. In his hands, tilted such that it almost spilt, was a bottle of some sort of red liquid. He was pretty certain it was wine.

Markus knew no way past the door, and into the bedroom without passing by the guard. As such, he did the only thing he could, he decided to deal with that variable. Slowly he crept behind the guard, and his arms wrapped around his neck.

The struggle was short, the man was already almost passed out. As such it was easy for Markus to finish the guard, and find a distant closet to place him into. Markus’s demeanor became grim and and sure. The guard was lucky, Markus saw no reason to kill him. As such, he would wake up in a few hours. By that time Markus would be long gone.

Slowly he opened the door, and he doubted it was possible to be any more surprised with what he found. The room was… Flamboyant, and insane to say the least. He was completely certain that all the money in the world could not fix the man's taste in furniture. Mr. Silverspoon was laying back on his round water bed, at his side was a massive pile of cheese and crackers, his eyes opened wide as Markus entered. Silverspoon jumped out of his bed, food spraying everywhere.

“Wha… what are you doing here! How did you get in!” Silverspoon yelled, his voice sounded as if he never truly completely puberty and was an octave higher then it should have been. “I will show you what happens to Thieves!”

Silverspoon reached over and grabbed something from the nightstand, and pointed it at Markus. As he spun it in the air Markus watched as light started to write on the air itself. Markus had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. This man was trying to intimidate him… with a light pen.

Markus, his face still covered, his identity hidden said nothing and his shadow started to shift, growing and moving. Hela, a large wolf with black fur stepped from his shadow. Darkness seemed to cling to her as she growled. Mr. Silverspoon was gonna learn the hard way, Markus was no thief.

As the useless plaid dyed blond gave a yelp, and tried to run for the door, the room was plunged into darkness. There was no struggle as life left Mr. Silverspoons body. No one would know what happened to him. With Helas help Markus got the body outside and left it in an alley for the rats to find, and finish. The job was done, and Markus had the heirloom. This was almost too easy, which was good. The pay would get him to Magnolia where he would meet once more with Aven. He wondered what sort of jobs he would do when he was a member of a proper guild.