[Open] Anyone there? [Introduction]

Well they certaintly went for an interesting theme, how extravagant. Valentine thought to himself as he walked into the throne room of Dies Irae, honestly, this guild master must have a huge ego. Then gain, he heard rumors that the guild master hailed the God of Justice, so yea, huge ego. He wondered if this guy was packing what he was selling, or was he just all talk and no show. Perhaps he was overcompensating for something, hmmm, Valentine was actual getting interested about this character. There was a red and golden carpet leading to a marvelous golden throne raised up on a dias, Valentine followed the carpet a nd starred at the throne curiously; honestly he was imagining himself sitting on said throne. 

He looked around curiously. This would be a pretty amazing place to hold some sort of party or rave, honestly, the status and recognition he would get from throwing a party. Like a mischievous fox the young male smiled ear to ear, and ran a hair through his blonde hair in amusement. Indeed. He could become the king of the parties, what would happen if he sat in the thrown? Eh, it probably was a bad idea, Valentine heard that these guys were pretty hardcore, that’s how he liked it anyway.

Valentine was a slender and attractive male, a little unassuming in appearance or at least not intimidating. He fumbled in his white overcoat for his ilac and headphones, and found his headphone in his jacket, but his ilac was in his red skinny jeans. Needless to say, Valentine was not dressed for the occasion; the black t-shirt with the words ‘lets party’ in bold white made it obvious. He plucked in his headphones into his ilac and placed them into his ears, he placed on one of his favorite songs, and sat down on the floor waiting for someone to come introduce him.

Seriously, he wanted to sit on the throne though

It was only a matter of time before someone found him sitting down in front of the throne and jamming out to one of his favorite songs that suddenly came on his playlist. This time it was (enter name here), one of the best songs ever to be created by this band. While it was far from his favorite, Valentine could not help but enjoy the beat and well, he could have honestly cared less about the lyrics. They were random and did not really make sense, or well they did not apply to Valentine or so he thought. Other people might disagree with him, but they didn’t know jack about who he really was. Valentine fumbled through his coat for his package of cigarettes and then his lighter, he found his cigarettes but not his light. Crap. Cursing under his breath, Valentine took out a cigarette and tucked it in his mouth. Great. Now he would have to use his bizarre magic to light the darn thing, ugh. 

He brought this thumb to the tip of the cig, it glowed a bright golden, and a small flare lit the end. Valentine inhaled softly with a deep sigh, before he exhaled a cloud of grey smokey stress. Plucking the death stick out of his mouth, Valentine rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand. And started to look through his iLac while he waited for someone to pay attention to him. Hopefully, there would be some cute guys or something to greet him, maybe, they would have a thing for guys. Oooo~that would be fun, guess he’d have to go socialize with some cuties once he is in the guild. Valentine tucked the stick of chemical death between his lips again and inhaled sharply, before releasing another cloud of stress and irritation.

Valentine heard the sound of footsteps and looked up to see that some girl was here. He cocked an eyebrow upward, but other than that, there was no sign of interest or care. Tucking his phone in his pocket, Valentine stood up so that when the girl had drawn near he’d be able to look at her face to face. She was cute, Valentine gave her that, but she wasn’t his type. He opened his mouth to say something, but was immediately cut off as she talked- none stop.

Good lord. Valentine thought to himself as the girl managed to say a million different things without giving him some room to breathe. His eyes were widen and he shook his head and tried to focus. “Hello.” Valentine would start before plucking his headphones out of his ears, and tuck them in his pocket. “What kind of shady stuff would I be doing? Stealing the throne?” he asked sarcastically, before waving his comment away. “OKAY, OKAY. One thing at a time please. Yes I am looking to join the guild. My name is Valentine, nice to meet you. AHHH. What was your name again? Sorry I wasn't really paying attention. Sorry my headphones were in."

I see that you've already become acquainted with Illya, A voice called out to Valentine, or well more like addressed him, as the sound of orderly foot steps softly echoed throughout the throne room. Valentine would turn to face whoever spoke to him, and noticed a man dressed in an onyx military uniform, over his shoulders he wore a heavy coat, whatever the case, for a man dressed so prim and proper he spoke slightly friendly. It was not as overwhelmingly friendly as this girl called Illya, it was a little more tolerable than her. As the man drew closer, he mentioned that there was no smoking in the smoking in the throne room, "Awwww" Valentine would pout as he plucked the death stick out of his lips and with a flash of yellow light it disintegrated. Now that he was closer, Valentine could see a couple of strands of silver hair tucked under a hat, the man glanced down to the red and gold carpet; no doubt checking to see if any ashes had dripped down from his cigarette. "That would have been nice to know before I lit the cig." he commented under his breath. The youngster tucked his hands into his pants pocket, and shifted a little like a angsty teen.

Ease dropping on the miniature conversation taking place before him, Valentine learned that the pink hair girl was a relatively new recruit to the guild. At least he had someone to help him adjust to the new life style and whatnot. Though it was unfortunate that she talked too much, though it would have been nice if she warned him that smoking was not allowed. "SO um, this smoking policy is it only for the throne room?" he questioned the mysterious man.

The man questioned to see if he had Valentine's name correct, he nodded in affirmation. "Yea, my name is Valentine Maximilian Stevenson."  the man would then introduce himself as Johann von Weiss, an Ambassador and the Guild master of Dies Irae. "Oooo, how scary. It is a pleasure to meet you as well." Valentine would comment in a sarcastic, but there was a note of genuine respect in the tone of his voice, however, you had to pay attention to notice it. A moment of silence occurred between the two and like a predator Illya stalking on its prey, she pounced on the opportunity to speak; ranting about how strong Johann was and unintentionally shot a insult towards Valentine before trying to apologize and say other wise. "no worries, I don't doubt that he is strong than me, a little more attractive as well, wouldn't you say?" he teased ever so slightly. As Johann would lean forward to bow in respect, Valentine would lean back with his eyes widen towards him.

The pause would end when Johann mentioned that he had a couple of questions to ask, before Valentine would be allowed admittance into the guild; understandable but a little irritating. "That is understandable, go ahead ask whatever question you need to know." It should not have surprise Valentine that Johann wanted to know his reasons for joining, and once again like a patient conversation predator Illya jumped in another rant. "Well its not for glory." he would say and take a few moments to think about the reason why he wanted to join. "I guess the reason is because I believe in the cause, and I hate dark mages of all sorts. Dies Irae in my opinion is an effective force against dark mages, you guys are not bound to the same code as the Rune Knights."

Yea, Valentine was a little disappointed that Ambassador Johann had him put out the cigarette. He honestly hated being wasteful, a product of how his parents raised him, and right now he just wasted a cigarette; they are not really cheap after all and money was tight! Tch. Well, at least he’d be able to smoke in his own private dorm, speaking of which. “So, if I get accepted into your guild, I’ll have my own chambers?” he would question with a cocky smile painted across his face. Actually, that was kind of a good deal in his opinion. Becoming apart of and working for the guild, in exchange for having his own private dorm that he did not have to pay for, or so he hoped. “And if so, is this private chamber free? To members at least?”   

Illya seemed to be a person who simply did not know how or when to stop talking. Most importantly, it seemed like have of the time she did not know what she said, which no doubt got her mouth in trouble. Though honestly, Valentine could talk much, seeing that his mouth got in him trouble a lot. Valentine would press his tongue to the top of the roof of his mouth as Johann glared at Illya, and she would in response bow multiple times while muttering an apologizing. Wow was the only thing that he could think, just wow. It would also seem that Johann did not appreciate his flirtatious comment, as seen by the blank look that was shot towards himself, Valentine rolled his eyes. Could this guy take a compliment? He questioned. Sigh, oh well, no playful flirting with the silver haired cutie. Obviously not agree with what Illya had to say about hatred Johann would step in and clarify what the guild was actually about. He made sure that Valentine understood that hatred was not the goal of the guild, but it was actually, kindness and compassion towards the people of Fiorie. Like a shrink Johann would go on to say that feelings of anger, outrage and desire of revenge were all natural- as soon as he got into the therapist mode Valentine kind of just tuned out. He wasn’t interested in speech about feelings and whatnot, that was boring, and uninteresting. "Yea hate my not be the mission of the guild, but you gotta admit that it makes a good motivator." Valentine would reply, as he massaged the back of his neck and yawned a little. "Sorry, but I need to move around just a little, I can't stand staying still." with that Valentine started to pace back and forth, as Illya would make the comment about how she was new to the guild and whatnot, and made the comment that the guild was a lot more nuance than what she was making it. "Well its nice to see that I am not the only newbie here, or well hopefully I'll become a newbie here." 

Before Valentine could answer Johann’s question about becoming a bounty hunter, Illya interrupted and mentioned that bounty hunting was not the only thing that they did, and that she herself did not do much bounty hunter work. Valentine could not help but smirk at what she said, it conflicted once more with what Johann said and specifically questioned him for, ooo, someone was going to get in trouble after today. Honestly, Valentine wanted to ask her why she was in this guild then, but he didn’t want the guild master to scold him, especially since he kind of already got into trouble with the cigarette. Normally he would be annoyed that he wasn’t given a chance to answer his question, but Johann asked a good question that Valentine didn’t really have an answer for. Something leaped off Ilya’s shoulder and bulked up to the size of a horse. The creature would apologize on Illya’s behalf and offered to take her back to her room. Valentine a bit confused titled his head curiously at the creature, before turning his attention to Johann, and then down to the Illya who was cradling herself. Honestly, he felt a little bad for her. “Eh, she’s fine in my opinion. But I guess it is up to the Guildmaster?” he would turn an curious eyes to Johann and quietly wondered what the creature was talking about. 

“Anyway I guess to answer your question I might need to know what you are specifically looking for. “ Valentine would once again pace back and forth in thought, he had stopped when the creature appeared. “I mean, I know I make look and act like a snotty little angsty teenage brat, buuuttt, and this it a big but. When I am given an order I’ll carry it out without question, and I won’t stop until my goal is complete. There is a certain level of thoroughness that I maintain when conducting business. Likewise, I am kinda loyal, well at least in business, a lot of my exs would say otherwise, but that is relationship wise.” He would click his tongue, “What exactly are you looking for?”