Let's be humans. [JOB - Delancy, Ydris, Bassam, Ros ]

Bassam had very clear instructions today, told to him by his older siblings hours...no days prior in-fact. But the bad thing was, for the life of him he could not figure it out at all. This worried him, he began to get nervous sweat dripped down his brow as h- Wait no that wasn't from being nervous, he looked around inspecting his surroundings as he pulled him self out of the dirty mud pit.

Turning his back to the gigantic ditch, he had a pile of unrecognizable corpses, laid in waste behind him. Bloody, battered and beaten these unfortunate souls had the path of not only crossing Bassam but also insulting him.

"You guys didn't even have any magic!" He said in a childish like manner giggling as he slapped the face of a corpse playfully. His head turned to the side as he heard the breath of one still clinging to life.

"Ohhhh ohhhh," he exclaimed loudly pulling the women up. Holding her by her tattered shirt he stared in her eyes, a look full of excitement and questions.

"Hey yo hey, you still kickin?!?!" The dying person responded with a deep viscous gurgle, most likely due to copious amounts of blood filling the back of their throat. Most of which, if Bassam were correct, wasn't even theirs. He slapped the face of the one approaching death's door, gently of course as he egged them to talk.

"Hey can you tell me what death is like? You're dying right? Hey tell me please can you te-" His sentence was cut off with a gasp and continued gurgling. He shook them rapidly as they continued to vocalize attempting to cry out but unable to.

"Yo listen hey I won't put you in the pit if you just tell me, a bros gotta know. Don't you know how sweet death i-" Once again he was interrupted, loudly, with sudden brash and rude intent.

Blood splattered on his face as the person's head flung back, their eyes slowly closing as life left their form. Bassam wiped his face on the girls tattered shirt as he let her body go watching it fall back into the pit.

He began to clean up his mess tossing more bodies in then hopping in himself to align them properly. He was crazy, psychopathic and neurotic, but one thing he wasn't was unorganized. Aligning each body in perfect rows next to each other he made layers, The first layer was bodies which had to be burned thoroughly. Why did they have to be burned you ask? What if someone just happen to be digging in this exact spot and come across them and were able to identify them, that just could not happen. So they were burned, as they approached the cusp of crisp perfection Bassam quelled the first layer of fire with a layer of dirt. He repeated this process until a neat little dirty square stack rest unrecognizable from the ground itself. He sat down as the orange hue stretched across the sky. He sighed, a heavy one, one of relief and satisfaction as he rested staring at his hard work. Patting the soil on top he giggle putting an ear to the ground to listen.

"Nice little worm food." He said lowly to the ground or rather the contents inside of the ground.

"Lets hope you guys make better fertilizer than you do fighters!" He exclaimed as he stood grabbing his large shovel as he prepared to slide on out.

Pausing a eureka moment washed over him, he threw his head back falling to his knees dramatically.

"THE PHONE!!" He yelled aloud as he stood up bolting out, his inhuman speed carrying him far.

"The fucking PHOOONNNEEESSS!!" He was instructed with the task of grabbing a phone from some neutral grounds.

These apparently ilac devices were important for keeping a hold of each other. They had told him this days ago but Bassam had unfortunately forgotten.

He busted through the door of their hideout, looking around as he tracked mud everywhere. Where the hell was everyone at? He was relieved nonetheless, they couldn't catch him forgetting if they weren't here. Rushing around as mud and dirty made its home from Bassam's body he cleaned and purged himself of dirt, blood and the skin and sinew of others. Sliding out the shower he slide across the floor as he did a little naked jig. Strutting around naked was so much fun especially when no one was here to stop him, getting tide up in his naked body made him panic even more.

"I am only wasting more time!!" He screamed to his own manhood as he stared at it through a full body mirror.

He worked and he worked fast lightning rushing off his body as small sparks sped up his process. He tumbled over the bed as he put his pants on, searching under the dresser for a long lost forgotten shirt and banged his head on the same dresser on the way up. Placing his clothes on, jacket and all. He rushed out the door slamming it behind him as he almost floated down the street in long and fast strides.

"Neutral ground, neutral ground, neutral ground," he repeated to himself, it became sorta like a mantra at this point while he neared his destination.

He stopped, skirting in front of the place as he opened the two large doors. Walking in eyes trained on him, he looked of a commoner, but he was just plain beautiful, beauty was only skin deep and they knew not of his dark murderous nature. Or the fact that he just buried a murderous bandit troupe in his backyard. They only stared at his ebony skin, glowing sharp green eyes and long lengthy light blue hair. He was a mismatch of a man but a mismatch made in heaven. Walking up to the front desk he smiled leaning over as he looked the women up and down.

"Oh, uhm can I have a phone?" He said in a curious voice as the ladies face turned red.

He paused as he neared her almost grabbing the back of her neck pulling her close. She let out a small yelp as Bassam put a hand to the side of her face.

"This is blushing correct?" He asked pointing to her cheeks.

"Blushing means you are uhm...fuck what was it?" Still holding the women's face as he ran a hand up and down the side of her face.

Redness enveloped her skin as she became flustered.

"S-sir can you p-please let me go?" Bassam cheered up dropping her head as she fell back into the chair with a loud clank and gasp.

"Oh my bad, that made you uhm...uncomfortable right?" He said aloud as he looked at her with a smile.

"What did I come here for again?" Bassam tapped his chin as the girl spoke up.

"A p-phone sir?" He rose his finger slamming his fist down on the desk as the girl jumped.

"A phone! Oh my god you are so helpful I should just carry you around and have you remind me of shit all day." She turned her head twisting her hair shyly as a small smirk crossed her face.

"No s-sir it-its nothing truly!" She spoke back as Bassam put a finger to her lips resting his face inches from her own.

"No. No!" His eyes peered into her own, it was like he was staring directly into her soul as she felt every piece of Bassam's domineering personality over-wash her own.

"Don't doubt yourself! You. Are. Amazing! You can remember all kinds of things and you even have a swivel chair! I don't even have a whole swivel chair!" All of Bassam's replies where sincere, they had to be he didn't even know what sarcasm was...literally.

His hand reached over the desk pulling up one of the many phones as he flipped it open, his face still utterly close to her as her breathing picked up. He stood straight as everyone's eyes followed him yet he paid no attention. To others Bassam was flirting, but to him he was just being genuine he had no other way to be. He literally knew no other way to be besides this. Walking out he paused noticing he forgot something as he reentered placing his face back directly inches from her own, his arm reaching back over the counter as it searched pulling up a manual. He stood up once more and left for good as he begin to leave the neutral ground, the lady almost fainted as he walked out. She took the time to be assisted by nearby Samaritans. Pulling up the phone completely oblivious to the women's feelings and everyone else's eyes which had watched him he begin flipping through the device and reading the manual.

"Call Delancy!" He screamed at the device as he left neutral ground.

"Call Delancy damni- oh you need his id code thingy. THAT IS FUCKING STUPID!" His voice carried as he walked away.