THROW SOME PERM ON YOUR ATTITUDE ♦ Black Rose x Basilisk Fang

it's like cranes in the sky

It was cold, something that was especially annoying to the Bakedanuki as well as her fellow companions; they were flying among the skies of Mt. Hakobe, quickly trying to arrive as quick as possible to the Guild Hall of the Basilisks in order to accompany their guild in a visit of sorts. The cold was something they were not used to, as their primary location of living was directly within the trees upstream of the River Village, nearly untouched by the society of humans and other mages due to the dangers of the rapid and extremely large river that brushed directly under them. Luckily, with Chuu being skilled in the elements of fire, she was able to create two flaming skulls that would float on either side of them as they quickly blasted through the sky upon their glimmering broomstick; these would keep them warm for the time being, as the cold winds were pretty brutal during this time of day. Unlike the rest of the mafia of Black Rose, Yves, along with Olivia and Chuu, did not ride among the back of the Guild Master on their way to the castle on-top of one of the highest peaks of the mountain range. Instead, they were following scent and the trail that the mafia had left on their way here, as the trio of yokai were not exactly finished in producing one of their more potent potions that they had begun to concoct while the briefing was going on; it was a great feat of being an animalistic individual, as her senses were greatly enhanced upon her birth. As the three flew toward the settlement of the snakes at a rapid pace, Yves and Chuu sitting upon the broomstick as Olivia flew directly next to them through the skies with her giant black wings, they were all in their normal forms with their tails, ears, and wings showing in full, not hiding a single portion of their true appearance in any form of disguise. The fluffy brown tail of the alchemist fluttered through the skies as they got closer and closer to where the trail had been leading them to, along with her flowing garments, hair, and scarf.

Yves was entirely neutral about her guild's decision to propose an alliance to one of the more dark guilds of Fiore, along with the revealing to her of the secret mafia that was residing within their ranks. However, much like their personalities, Olivia was a bit scared with the idea being presented to her as well as shocked, while Chuu was absolutely delighted. The girl of dark brown hair and tanuki ears among her head had a feeling that something was hiding in the guild of Black Rose, as she could almost sense it within the members of the guild's eyes upon the day that she had been stamped in; she was not the most surprised within the briefing a few hours before the time that was present, and felt as though she would be able to greatly contribute to the mafia in the roles of the Leaves and the Stigma. After all, she was slightly well known upon the small villages of Fiore for being an exquisite alchemist and healer, being greatly skilled in brewing powerful potions and elixirs infused with magic as well as funding great research with the magical, circular glasses that she held among her face. It was something that came naturally to Yves, and was now coming skillfully to her two little helpers (especially Olivia). It would be no doubt that she would now most likely have to add Basilisk Fang to the list of those that she delivers the hand-crafted potions to all across Earthland, as she did with Black Rose and some of the other alliances that had requested for them (with a bit of payment after the first few orders, of course). She would probably inquire with one of the members, if not the Guild Master, after the big talk had occurred.

As they flew up the mountains, the white winds of snow and cold air would gently reveal a large fortress of stone and metals, those of which appeared as if they were slightly worn down from existing for quite some time. Commanding her broomstick to slowly descend downward, Yves and her followers would eventually land upon a small patch of stone that was jagged and directly in-front of one of the doors that would lead into the castle of sorts; while the alchemist held a calm look on her face, Olivia and Chuu held entirely different looks, both on other sides of the spectrum; Olivia looked slightly scared, while Chuu held a face that looked as if it was grinning with her eyebrows pointed and all. Holding her broomstick tightly within her hands as Olivia's wings shrunk downward to a smaller size, Chuu held her skulls of fire within her hands and kept herself greatly warm in doing so (as she was really cold); Yves would push the door open and hold it for the other two yokai to come inside, advancing in behind them directly afterward and slowly walking down the decadent rug that stretched across the large corridor toward a statue of sorts. There were a plentiful amount of people in here; some familiar faces, some not, and an equal abundance of men and women. The alchemist would roll her eyes at this and display public disgust, as she much preferred there being a bigger population of women, though she would avoid those manners due to their attempt at a good impression as well as her being late. She would simply advance toward where Izayuki was located within the room, presumably talking with the Guild Master of the guild they were visiting, and would prepare to sit down a few meters away against one of the large columns that stretched upward to hold the building together.

"Ugh, there is so much dust on this floor. You know dust is dead skin, yes?" she would speak to the Crow Tengu and Nekomata, sweeping the floor with her broom to clear the dust from where they would sit. "Y- yes. I'm just... really cold is all." the girl of short, black hair would speak as Chuu would giggle, allowing one of her two flaming skeletons to float directly in the middle of the three as they sat in a circular position. Reaching into one of her pockets, the woman of brown hair with the fluffy tail would pull out three blunts of cannabis; she would pass two of them to her companions, which would smile and gladly take them in order to smoke. "You're lucky I brought these, I assumed we would need them." Yves would speak in her normal voice, which would sound a bit like someone which was an elder, leaning forward to light the blunt before beginning to smoke. The other two would follow, Olivia finally cracking a smile (which was her first on this day) as they would inhale the smoke before blowing it outward toward the ground. While they were smoking, Chuu and Olivia would look around as Yves would have her eyes set directly on the conversation that was occurring between Izayuki and the boy of black hair. It could be perceived as eavesdropping in a sense, though she would simply listen in just in case she would have to beat the shit out of someone with her magical broomstick. With one eyebrow raised as she listened to what the boy had to say, she would slowly raise the blunt to her lips and inhale, causing small flakes of ignited rolling paper and weed to fall onto the stone and put themselves out into darkness.

Kiru is not happy.

As Iris passed out her collection of fine liquors, Aeluri seriously contemplated chopping his hands off and slapping him with them. The glare of the red and gold eyes that he so desired to obtain was now boring holes into his head. She didn’t think the unfamiliar mages deserved to so much as look at the fine drinks in her stash, but it was too late now. Their greedy hands and mouths had already taken action and her precious liquors were starting to deplete. Luckily she took care to hide her most expensive drinks far away in the fortress, out of any buffoon’s invasive reach.

Forcefully swiping a bottle of honey bourbon from her stash, the dark mage plopped down on a barstool with a huff. A quick series of movements resulted in a yellowish drink sitting before her, a whiskey sour with a cherry and orange slice on top. As she took a sip, Aeluri’s features scrunched up at the tart flavor. The bourbon did not bother her, but the lemon juice was sweet compared to her mood.

She watched as Iris entertained the other guild with tricks, always the Poster Boy. Mismatched eyes focused in on the button he had pulled from the Black Rose mage’s eye as she turned it silver. The dim light of the tavern reflected gloriously off of the tiny piece. For such a small, valueless item, it seemed beautiful. Aeluri was filled with a sudden urge and she darted forward off of her comfy barstool, appearing before Iris. Being descended from a speedy warrior was certainly a benefit to get to and fro swiftly. “I’ll take that if you don’t mind~” she said slyly, a grin adorning her once grumpy face. Her delicate hand plucked the shiny silver button from the other mage’s grasp. In a blink, she was back on her barstool, removing an old button on her shirt. The silver one would be a nice replacement!

After attaching her new adornment to the white blouse, Aeluri took another sip of her drink. The once plentiful stash of expensive drinks was depleting fast and she wasn’t sure how or when it would be replenished. Perhaps she could convince her teammates to go on a well-paying job. Gazing around the room, the mage observed her guildmates and the Black Rose guests. Despite the other guild’s sudden arrival, things seemed to be going smoothly. Sonya - well, Juniper - was offering her awful cookies to the unfamiliar mages. Aeluri secretly hoped that some of them fell for it and succumbed to the terribleness of the usually sweet treats. Turning a bit more, she noticed that Ahote and the female guildmaster - Izayuki, did he say? - could be heard in deep discussion. Aleuri’s curiosity got the better of her, so the young woman found herself pacing towards them, hoping to hear more.

“Pfft, rugs? First, how about you replace the entirety of my top shelf that your mages are chugging?” she suggested to Izayuki with a raised brow, only half joking. Meanwhile, her hand snaked around behind Ahote, pulling an item from his pocket gently so as to not alert him. Unnoticed, Aeluri exhaled slightly in amusement. The guildmaster seemed to be distracted by a tiny Theo and the woman before him.

“Actually,” the dark mage considered as she brought her arm forward, a most mischievous smirk sitting upon her face, “I think Ahote’s money will be sufficient for now.” In her hand, twirling between her elegant fingers, was the guildmaster’s wallet. “We don’t turn down generous donations though, so feel free to contribute, Madame Guildmaster,” she finished with a wink.

Notes: Wallet thief life >:3