Please Don't Be Yetis.

Was it necessary to make a guild hall so...unapproachable? By the time Iris reached the summit and pushed through the doors, he was just happy to not be dead. He was a fit young man, but he was hardly used to a long trek in those types of elements. Snow, biting winds, and a steep climb through narrow frozen paths almost turned him back. What if this place didn't have reliable transport to and from the hall once he arrived? Surely the other members didn't make this trip regularly!

And if they did, he was lowkey terrified to meet them. Ugly yetis.

Iris entered guild hall cooly, but not the version of cool he normally went for. It was literal cool. As in effing cold. The snow blew in behind him as he scrambled to shut the door behind him, boots slick on the floor from melted snow. He scuffled in a bitter war with the last bit of weather, but truly maybe he should have just left the freaking door open to let the cold announce his uncaring and awesome entrance. Ah, too late now. All he could think about was getting warm, so setting all the heat from within free seemed like an unforgivable sin, much like wasting a good set of eyes. His gloved hands planted themselves firmly, and with a grunt he finally forced the door shut against the storm outside.

Spinning, he placed his back against the door and peered around. His breaths came out in exhausted huffs, seeming to echo off the stone walls. Hm. The aesthetic wasn't bad. It could be cleaner, but at least it wasn't hideous. It be a shame to make the deadly trip here, only to turn away because the place was too ugly for him to ever accept. Dark guilds were scarce, and his other choice didn't mesh too well. Too blood thirsty to save the eyes.

Finally he righted himself, quickly straightening his black coat and pants, sweeping any remnant of snow from him. Hands fussed over his hair was he walked further inside, looking for signs of life. This was Basilisk Fang, right? So help him if he made it all this way and this was just some abandoned building...

"Hello?"

The poor man was left to look all over the room dumbly for the disembodied voice, proving fruitless until he heard the cringe-inducing peeling noise from his back left. Pivoting his body toward it, a bamboozled expression twisted his features into a caricature of his normal self. An illuminati sticker had come to life. That seemed normal. It even had little arms and legs, and by-god a top hat. He didn't remember taking in any questionable substances on the trip up, but he wasn't ruling it out. Either that or the air was so thin up here that he was suffering from hypoxemia...

"Sounds good. I don't know what Ambrosia is, but its services won't be needed. I'm here to join," Iris answered the sticker as confidently one can to a nonsensical object. The thoughts in his head continued, though. And even if I wasn't, after that trip I would join whatever guild this ended up being, friggin' sadists, is mind bristled in agitation as he made sure all signs of frozen liquid had been eradicated from his body. Sliding out of his coat, he gave it a good shake. "My name is Iris Esperanza. Are you the...welcoming committee? The registrar?" Iris asked, though to be honest he wouldn't be surprised if he was speaking to a hallucination. He'd done worse.

Oh crap. The sticker was real. His eyes shifted to it again, a little more alarmed yet intrigued with its confirmed existence. To that end, its one large eye was now a novelty, something he wished to have despite there being only one. It may not be a pretty thing, but the unique rarity of it had him already dreaming of what fantastic magic it might contain. However, no matter how deviant he could be, he knew better than to waltz into a dark guild hall and start stealing oculars, so he'd simply keep a running list of interests in his mind should the opportunity come up.

Rending his attention from the gentleman eye-pyramid, he forced himself to move onto the person in front of him. To someone pretty concerned with beauty, flattery would get Ahote everywhere with Iris. Accepting the warm hand with his quite correctly guessed chilly one, he gave the man a firm handshake. This man was impeccably dressed. Those inky locks shimmered in the light of a nearby fire, and warm peach hues begged for a closer look. This man was definitely not a yeti. "I could fancy that, yes--" he'd started in response, but another voice distracted him. A chair turned, likewise turning his head.

His breath caught imperceptibly in his chest. Aside from the illuminati sticker, the two members of the guild he'd met so far were stunningly attractive. The creature perched in the chair, though...perfection. Mismatched eyes were his favorite. His weakness. As an added bonus, the shell that held them wasn't too bad either. She was a seemingly delicate doll, wrapped in a classy kimono and demanding nearly all of his attention. "Flattery is fine," he answered for himself as she approached. Once near, he caught a light scent of whisky, making him wonder if perhaps this was a hallucination after all. All of his vices seemed to be taunted right in front of him, and it felt like a trap.

Yet, he had no official names for anyone. His face brightened into an attractive smile, his eyes flickering between the two with piqued interest. "So, you are Ahote," he echoed the name the china doll with the irresistible eyes had said earlier at the man so similar to himself in build. "And you, whisky girl...what's--"

And still there were more eyes coming. Before he could look find more names or his own blanket in the new place, something very warm and made of various animals was draped around his shoulders from behind. He turned his head and briefly caught sight of her healthy golden eyes, reminding him of a hawk's eyes. The smile brought out his own for her, whoever this newest person was. "Thank you," he nodded as she found herself a seat nearby. The newcomer had at least given him the name belonging to the whisky scented woman. "Aeluri? Interesting name," he asked smoothly, gazing into those eyes he longed to possess. The warmed man then turned his attention back to the lady in the white dress that just so happened to have the warmest blanket in existence with her. What had seemed like an empty entrance hall at first had gotten lively very quickly. "I'm Iris Esperanza," the purple haired man enlightened her, assuming she'd been out of earshot for his first introduction. "May I have the pleasure of your name as well?"

"Hm. I absolutely abhor the Magical Council, and would love to rip them to bloody shreds one by one until I find the one that stole my eyes from me," Iris answered the inquisitive man, a heated bloodthirst flashing into his soft purple eyes. He recovered himself quickly, though. A quick sigh released the momentary tension and he continued calmly. "Other than that, I love to cause chaos and destruction. I'm pretty handy with bombs and other methods of...persuasion. And I have a little bit of surgical experience, if that helps. But you already offered me the job of Poster Boy, and I accepted. Remember?"

Turning to the triangle and still admiring that large weird eye, a deviant smirk crossed the lovely haired man's lips. "Oh, it'd be lovely on my left cheek, don't you think?" he purred thoughtfully, perhaps leading a more innocent person to think he meant his face. But no, it was quite e different cheek he had in mind, demonstrated by the swiveling of his hips to bring his delicious booty around, prime for stamping. He hooked a belt loop and started to tug the waist of his pants down enough to expose some skin.