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    Cross Waltz
    Cross Waltz

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    Post by Cross Waltz 8th November 2020, 10:10 pm




    For long, Cross had fared well on his own, acting independently whilst upholding peace on the small village from whence he hailed. However, country life had since felt stale for him as he sought for better ventures outside the comfort of their little village. As such, he came to a decision, travelling on his own to reach Fiore, or wherever fate may bring him, to find a better, more eventful life and hopefully join an upstanding guild. It had been a few weeks now, his stamina slowly depleting yet still mighty impressive. Seeing land, he decided to take his chances and rest for a while, after all, the sun had already set. Perhaps it was the very shore of Fiore itself, who could ever know?

    But was he really on Fiore? He stepped off of his dinghy, deciding to inspect the land he had stumbled upon. Surely enough, it was far from Fiore. The island was rather desolate spare for what appears to be a palace which seemed to be kempt. He made his way towards the towering structure, and to his surprise, the island was indeed populated. All wore matching clothing, uniforms perhaps? He was dumbfounded, knowing not of what he had stumbled upon.

    Naturally, he was met with curious gazes. With his unnatural appearance, it was far too easy to single him out as someone new to the island. Regardless, he was used to these judging eyes as he had dealt with such for the rest of his life. Instead, he pushed forward, walking through a crowd of uniformed individuals with his head held high, hoping to see what's inside for himself before asking around with regards to his whereabouts.

    The interior sure was grandiose though, and sure, he was tempted to sit on that rather large throne by the end of the hall but he opted not to knowing well that it might lead him to some undesirable situations. Instead, he stood before the throne and spun in place to see the entirety of it. With a sigh, he scratched his head in confusion and mumbled to himself.

    "Just where did I-" He clicked his tongue. But never mind that, for after weeks of scraping through crackers and berries his senses were heightened, his smell in particular, curious as to where the scrumptious aroma of beef and thyme was coming. He was famished, and he's just in time for supper.



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    Ray Jyx
    Ray Jyx

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    Post by Ray Jyx 9th November 2020, 4:23 am

    The night had been a dark and bitter one, and Sivvy had spent most of it lurking silently in the shadows of the forest south of the Phoenix Mountains. While it wasn't as cold at the base as it was up in the peaks, Sivvy could feel her metal-based magic's brittleness without even using it. Of all the conditions, the cold was her least favorite, though she'd make due. She always did, for the mission came first.

    Initially, upon her arrival in Mountain Village, she'd met up with Amber, her contact. The young mage had been watching people in dark cloaks sneak in and out of the forest. It was a strange thing, since no one ventured into the cold wilderness willingly, and there was little to do out there other than hunt. These strangers weren't hunting, but she noticed some of Mountain Village's hunters had disappeared since the cloaked ones' arrival. Guilt gripped the poor girl. One of them was Amber's father, and perhaps if she'd alerted her village sooner, he wouldn't be missing. It was the village that had raised the money to add the entry to Dies Irae's Blacklist, but Amber insisted on taking point since she had the most information. Sivvy wasn't too fond of adolescents, since in her mind they were still children, and children were irrational, unpredictable, and often times...annoying. Surprisingly, Amber had a very level head on her shoulders. Maybe the slayer would learn a thing or two.

    "It's this way," Amber muttered, clad in a thick fur coat from a black animal of some sort. It was a smart choice to keep her hidden in the darkness. They two moved swiftly and silently through the underbrush. Sivvy could tell by her footsteps and posture that she was being trained to hunt as well, which is probably how she knew so much about these dark mages without being caught. They were heading into the area downwind, just as if they were approaching animals that could scent them. And while Sivvy knew very little about these cloaked nuisances, for all she knew they could possibly sense them that way.

    However, more likely they would sense her magical power before their smell would reach them, so she took care to keep that concealed. She would have told Amber to do the same, but unless Amber was already concealed hers, the girl possessed no magic. Since it was only a low number of Fioreans that possessed supernatural abilities, it shouldn't be surprising that she didn't, though, from Sivvy's perspective, most people she met seemed to have at least some magic. Then again, she was in a unique environment that drew those exclusively magical in some way, so her perception was understandably skewed.

    Bunkering down in a low shelter Amber had constructed from sticks and leaves, their view was pretty clean into the camp at the center of the woods. Amber was using binoculars, but Sivvy didn't need those. With her enhanced sight, she could see everything clearly unaided. "They haven't returned yet," Amber whispered, surveying the numbers milling about a large bonfire at the center of their camp. There was a large, long building built at the south, likely their guildhall, though primitive. In attempts to stay under the radar, they'd attempted to stay as off the grid as possible. It was a smart move since other newer dark guilds liked to get flashy with their halls and deeds to gain notoriety, but the members of Dies Irae endeavored to find all those that planned evil, whether it was open or hidden. Sivvy nodded to the girl, shifting into a more comfortable watching position.

    Luckily for Siv, Amber wasn't a talker. From her experiences, spending hours in a stake-out in silence was uncomfortable for most, so they'd try to fill the silence and time with idle small talk. Sivvy was abysmal at small talk, plus too much of it would either be a distraction or reveal them. But in this case, the two watched intently for the bulk of the guild to return to camp. By the time the sun started to cast a glow in the sky, the change in Amber's breathing alerted the pinkette that the girl had fallen asleep. Sivvy couldn't imagine sleeping during a mission, but perhaps it was a good thing. She could hear snapping twigs in the distance, and the guilty Amber could very well get in her way of what she'd be doing next. Also, she knew that such violent scenes would be disturbing for someone with a brain not yet fully formed.

    Silently leaving the bunker, Sivvy watched from a more tactful position near the mouth of the camp where the returnees would surely be passing by. Sure enough, a large band of about ten came into view, smart enough to keep their voices low as they congratulated each other on another good night. Slung over their backs were sacks filled with coins and valuables from the sound of it, and behind them trudged fur-clad hunters from the village toting some dead animals. That explained the disappearances. The villagers held hostage were little more than slaves to keep them fed for free while the other members went out to commit crimes. Amber's father was probably among them.

    The first logical step appeared to be separating the hostages from the dark mages. Slipping from her hiding place just as the guild member restraining the hunters passed, Sivvy materialized her sword and cleanly severed the rope that tugged them along. "Get out of here!" she barked urgently, and thankfully they dropped their kills and obeyed. If anyone could swiftly get themselves home safely, it was them. Of course, her action drew the immediate attention of their captors, costing her the element of surprise. She'd likely not need it.

    If Amber's intel was to be trusted, then most of the guild's members were low-level mages with unremarkable magic. Super speed, the ever common elemental magics, basic requip, and one that could be taken over by a fairy. Honestly, she wasn't sure who was who, since before they could even enact a spell, she had already zipped through the crowd of ten and disabled them. These days she'd been shying away from her most efficient method of evil disposal, the ever-reliable beheading, in hopes of being a better example to her more...enthusiastic members. Instead, they may be simply mortally wounded or be missing their sword arm, but the crystal prisons that came up around their bodies would keep them from bleeding out or moving until she could come back for them.

    The members already in the camp were more prepared, but still nothing she couldn't easily deal with. She tossed crystal explosives into the crude huts to run out any sleepers and rammed sharp spikes through the uninhabited ones, dismantling the camp as well as knocking out her enemies and immobilizing them. It seemed she'd wrapped this up in a matter of a couple minutes until she felt a strong rush of magical power from within the longhouse at the back.

    He emerged with a violent burst, large shards of clear material that glowed purple tearing the meeting place into shreds and jutting high into the sky like magic skyscrapers. He stood at the base of them, the same material forming over his body like a knight's armor. More of the same formed a sword formed in his hand. "You dare challenge me!?" he roared, striding forward with angry confidence, and Sivvy notably sighed. If he knew how many dark mages uttered this same phrase, he wouldn't think it was as cool as he clearly thought it was. As usual, she'd give none of them the chance for hero-villain banter. It was a waste of time. All the monologues were the same. All that was left to do was decide if he'd be taken dead or alive.

    The fight had been surprisingly challenging. He wasn't particularly skilled in fighting, but his magic was strong and carried him. All the strange purple glass was exceptionally sharp and inpenetrable by even her piercing attacks and vicious explosions. After she tested him for about forty-five minutes, which felt like an eternity to fight someone, she noticed he could only have so many constructs out at a time. With his armor and sword, he could only maintain about ten others, which he was using as walls to keep her at a distance and piercing shards to try and kill her. Once he hit that limit, they would all disappear except for what was on his person and there were a couple precious seconds when he could conjure no more. Fighting her window, she teleported into the air behind him, wielding a large, double-bladed ax. Executioner style, the blade swing down at the only area on his body that armor did not cover. His neck.

    With that out of the way, she returned to Amber, who was now awake and in shock. She only caught her fight with the guild master, whom she'd never laid eyes on before. She apologized for the hole in her intel, but Sivvy waved it off. "Nevermind that," she said, a small smile appearing on her blood-spattered face. "Your father is waiting for you in town."




    Exiting the Trophy Room back into the main hall, a short girl with pink hair appeared. She wasn't in her ornate uniform today, preferring the practicality of her black pantsuit for endeavors where she had to do a fair amount of recon before she could get to the meat of the Blacklist entry. It was a slender suit, tailored to her body precisely by the metal threads it was made of, all at her complete control. The slayer always made her own battle garments, since the ones she purchased were precious to her and were so fragile in comparison. Her hair was tied back in a high pony with bangs and whisps left free to frame her soft face. What wasn't soft was the look in her carmine eyes. They were sharp, those of someone who had just come out of an intense battle with a strong mage. Judging by the amount of blood splattered over her suit and visible skin, she'd come out victorious once again. If someone needed any more evidence of this, they could check her new trophy. It was a sword composed of some sort of clear, amethyst mineral that luminesced on its own and was harder and sharper than anything she'd encountered before. All of the magic the dark mage had used was constructed of the stuff. It was a shame he hadn't made it into a collar to protect his neck.

    Sivvy paused for a beat in the Throne room, deciding what to do. Normally she'd report straight to Helga in the office to complete the job, but she too caught a whiff of beef and thyme. The Mess Hall was in the East Wing on the way to the offices, so stopping for some food wouldn't be wasting any time. She was positively famished after her strenuous battle, and no one in Dies Irae wanted a hungry Sivvy. She wasn't outright violent or anything, but the more she learned to access her emotions, the more irritation she started to show depending on how long it'd been since she'd eaten. The ambassador was a food consuming machine that definitely had the kitchen crew earning their paychecks. It was like a snake and a black hole had fused into a human girl and was a sight to behold. One would expect it to be messy and disgusting, but she basically inhaled her food at inhuman speed with likewise inhuman grace in inhuman quantities. Many members would deliberately stay behind at lunch and dinner just to witness it. Sivvy didn't notice, of course.

    The issue was, in addition to the smell of dinner, she smelled someone unfamiliar in the hall. Her duties always came first and it seemed she had someone to greet. Stepping up to the much taller and paler man, she extended a hand after wiping it clean of blood. "Welcome. I'm Sivvy, Ambassador of Dies Irae. Are you just visiting or do you have business with us today?" she asked in a cool, stoic tone. A polite smile appeared on her mouth, and while she didn't seem icy, she wasn't exactly brimming with warmth either. She was just neutral. Professional. It definitely hid her intense curiosity concerning his eyes. Black scleras, like Johann and Mars and Artemis and Zaebros. Was there a connection? Did this guy have a demon of some sort, too?

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    Cross Waltz
    Cross Waltz

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    Post by Cross Waltz 9th November 2020, 7:48 am




    "Ambassador?" He said as he tilted his head. "Dies Irae?" He added, evidently confused. With a squint, he eyed the blood soaked pinkette, taking his time to process what information he had gained. "Dies Irae?" He'd repeat, now with less confusion and more of shock. It didn't take a while before things snapped into place, realizing in an instant that fate had unexpectedly brought him to where he himself didn't even know he sought. Dies Irae, a guild of equal parts fame and infamy. If tales told of their ventures were true, then he knew for a fact that he'd fit right on through.

    He took hold of Sivvy's hand and shook it, caring not even if it's still a tad bit too bloody for whatever reason it may be. "Cross Waltz." He introduced himself. "What are the odds!" He laughed as he would let go of their shake. "And a bit of both, I suppose!" A toothy smile fixated itself on the pale man's face. Contrast to Sivvy's professional manners, Cross was with his usual lax and upbeat nature. "A visitor by chance. And I suppose I'll shoot my shot and go for an application. I'm already here, after all."

    "Should I..." He trailed off and took a peek behind Sivvy, catching glimpse of the Eastern Wing, finally tracking down the source of such mouthwatering aromas. "Should I sign a form or-" He cleared his throat and cut himself mid sentence, diverting his attention towards dinner. "A form or- uh- Well, before that actually, could I purchase a meal or two? Or is that exclusive for members only?" Quite unmannered of him to go off on a tangent whilst discussing business, but it proved to be difficult to ignore something he had been more or less deprived of for weeks.

    "In the event that it is, ah, let's say, for members only... Would there be any way to expedite my membership? Just, y'know, curious, for no particular reason."



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    Ray Jyx
    Ray Jyx

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    Post by Ray Jyx 10th November 2020, 6:44 am

    Sivvy's smile widened just slightly as she observed his bewilderment. It was amusing. How did he end up here on the island if he didn't mean to come here? Even more amusing was his split-second decision on joining the guild he hadn't even meant to visit. This was an interesting character to be sure. She was not yet convinced he was a good fit, since Dies Irae had strict expectations to adhere to, but it was her job to find out. Sivvy never assumed anything about anything if she could help it.

    The pinkette had been just about to inform him that it would take more than a signature on a form to be admitted when he derailed himself. Normally this might have frustrated her, but what had caught his attention was the same scent that drew her attention as well. Food. Sivvy loved food more than anything in this world, so as soon as he mentioned it, she was on board. "Visitors can eat here as well, and I promise you I won't be admitting you to the guild just so you can eat. We'll worry about the cost later, once we figure out your status. First, let's go eat," the clone said eagerly, wasting no time strutting off into the East Wing, motioning for him to follow.

    Leading him a ways down the hall, it would become clear that this was the wing of the palace that held all the activity for the guild. There were rec rooms, lounges, an extensive library, offices, and her favorite place, the Mess Hall. It was state of the art and massive, somewhat cafeteria like in layout and seating, but with food that was to die for. They had a small army of cooks that could make anything and everything, and in large enough quantities to feel Sivvy and Johann (the two main offenders of insane consumption), and somehow the rest of the guild and its visitors too. They were certainly worth what they were paid, even if they were a little grumpy because of the hard work.

    "After you, Cross Waltz," Sivvy said, allowing her guest to go first, not out of courtesy, but so she wouldn't have to worry about leaving him any food in the heated trays. He'd better hurry, though. She already had her plate and when it came to food, she had even less patience than usual.

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    Altarias
    Altarias

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    Post by Altarias 10th November 2020, 1:01 pm

    STATS & SUMMARY
    HP400/400
    MP400/400
    Speed40m/s
    Strength40
    (Melee Damage)
    SP1
    (Spell Power Multiplier)

    ITEMS ON HAND
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    Healing:N/A
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    Each step Illya made for her performance was tougher than the last, her complicated routine too much for her to consider handling as a way to just jump right into it. Perhaps she should have listened to Yemaya and Laerwen with that and get a baseline before doing all the fancy stuff, but Illya was always the stubborn one when it came to this sort of thing. After working all day at it, Illya was beginning to feel a bit peckish, her stomach rumbling. She wondered what food was ready for today. She could have just had another self made meal, but something about that was wildly unappealing today. Illya just wanted to have good eats at a good enough price. She was earning enough from her status as an idol to be able to readily afford enough to eat plenty, though not to the levels of Ambassadors Sivvy and von Weiss. How did those two eat so much, anyways?! Sivvy especially! They were basically the same size, but Illya ate so much less, even with all the calories she burned!

    Some people were just bless with all the metabolic luck in the world, she concluded, making her way to the dining hall, Yemaya crunching on a small shark she had hunted while Illya was practicing and Laerwen vanishing to the Celestial Spirit Realm for her dinner. Illya's stomach rumbled more than it usually did. A song was certainly fitting! "Today's dinner is steak and then a cake that's yummy yum... Now it's time to fill my tummy tummy tum...♪ ♪Oh, this mountain of sweets, and treats that I long to eats... Oh, stacks of steaks and cakes and crumbs and yums..." Bear in mind, she did not actually know if there were steaks or cakes at the dining hall, but there was only one way to check!

    She arrived at the hall, immediately stacking a plate with a considerable amount of food, well balanced in terms of dietary means, though likely a bit too much in terms of the old calorie count. A few of the other idols Illya had worked with in the past were evidently jealous of her eating habits, but Illya had not grown at all, weight or height, in the past three years, so clearly she was doing something right! She had begun munching down on a small bit of lasagna when an unfamiliar voice rose to her ears, shortly accompanied by Ambassador Sivvy's. Illya thought it rude to be in the middle of eating when joining the conversation, but she knew that she would not be able to resist a conversation, she just needed to join in! After all, this was a new person, possibly looking to join Dies Irae! Ambassador Sivvy was there, yes, but perhaps the newbie would like the point of view of someone who's not at the top of the food chain.

    The mention of the food chain made her hungrier and the mention of the point of view made her want to join the conversation more. Illya got up, taking an empty bowl and filling it with multiple donuts, rice balls, and a small bit of celery to keep things healthy, before heading over to the newbie, munching on a donut as she arrived. "Hello there! I see you've already met Ambassador Sivvy!" Illya said after swallowing her bite of donut. "I'm sure she's already talked to you about this, but we're Dies Irae! Ambassador Sivvy here is one of our two Ambassadors, so I'm sure she'll do a great job at showing you the ropes! As she knows, I just can't resist meeting a new member to the guild, if you're looking to join. Anyways, I'm Illya Pegasus, an Officer here at Dies Irae and an idol and model on the side, but Dies Irae is my real passion! Welcome to Amber Island!"

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    Cross Waltz
    Cross Waltz

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    Post by Cross Waltz 11th November 2020, 3:25 am




    The courtesy shown by the guild ambassador sure did surprise the pale man. He entered the East wing just as Sivvy led him, laying sight upon the very heart of their guild, the very center of most activity. Everything one could ever demand for could be seen along these parts, most notably, the grandiose dining hall that's now being filled with freshly cooked food. A wide array of meals lined up before them in heated trays, from pork cutlets to mashed potatoes, even desserts and your choice of beverage, the whole nine yards.

    "Ah, well, don't mind if I do." He chuckled and took a plate from the rack beside him enthusiastically with his mouth still salivating. He went down along serving table, taking a good portion of each meal before moving forward. Pork cutlets, slices of ham, steak, mixed vegetable, some chicken, a few bits of roast pork; the list went on, filling his plate far exceeding what it's meant to hold. By the time he had reached the final heated tray, he had already stacked food into that of an unholy pyramidal tower he calls supper. He couldn't care less how others may think of him really, after all, food was his first priority as of now.

    He then settled down and sat on the same table Sivvy had chosen. He'd face her as he was across the other side of the table, though the pile he had on his plate did obstruct a fair bit of his face for the pinkette to see. Of course, he gave it no time to wait and began to chow down on his meal. Just as he did, another pinkette came in to introduce herself. He's two for two on the pinkette department, what's this, the start of his harem tale? Most likely not the case, but nevertheless, this one seemed a tad bit more innocent in contrast to the ambassador. Before giving his response, Cross made sure to completely chew through his food first, giving it one big swallow followed by a shot of ale. "The name's Cross Waltz! Cross would be fine." He cheerfully answered with a smile, baring his fangs with bits of chewed up food still stuck in between his teeth. "Amber Island! So that's where the wind took me, eh?" He chuckled and took a bite off of the chicken leg that he had plucked off the side of his heaping platter.

    "I'm honest to gods lost, really. I've been at sea for-, y'know I've got no idea, maybe a week? Maybe two? Who knows, but I guess it's a blessing in disguise, is it not? By the looks of it, I suppose I'll be joining after all, hah!" He then turned his attention towards Sivvy, peeking behind the now diminished heaping of food he had on him. "Ah, eh... Though how exactly do I join? I'm afraid I haven't brought a resume with me."



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    Ray Jyx
    Ray Jyx

    Administrator- Moderator- Developer/GFX Artist- Main Account- Mythical VIP Status- Mythical- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Guild Master- Custom Slayer- Dragon Slayer- X-Rank- H-Rank- S-Rank- A-Rank- Wanderer- EXP Grinder- Jewel Grinder- Job Creator- Working Together- Christian Minecraft Server- I Have Friends...- Teaming Up!- Limited Edition- Idolize- Unknown Powerhouse- Unknown Legend- Achiever- Expert Achiever- Over Achiever- Buddy Buddy- Sticking Around- Dank Memer- Fan Artist- Taskmaster- Halloween Social- Lineage Making Contest Participant- Richie Rich- Rich- Veteran Level 1- Magic Application Approved!- Character Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- 1st Place Event/Contest Winner- 2nd Place Event/Contest Winner- Summer Special Participant- Have an Admin as a friend!- Player 
    Lineage : Seal of Balance
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    Faction : The Ironheart Pact
    Posts : 1460
    Guild : Divine Calamity
    Cosmic Coins : 50
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 8,311

    Character Sheet
    First Skill: Forgotten Legend
    Second Skill: Fantasy Requip
    Third Skill: Treasure Dragon Slayer

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    Post by Ray Jyx 15th November 2020, 5:04 am

    Sivvy's polite smile shrunk just the slightest bit as the other pinkette joined in her conversation with the newcomer. Illya Pegasus, the guild's most disciplined member. Whether it was getting everyone's titles wrong or her unsanctioned methods of dealing with dark mages, Illya was well known to all the staff in the guild. It wouldn't surprise her if every member had run into her at some point, given how much she loved to socialize. It was horribly inefficient to talk so much, but Sivvy had little control over that, as much as she wished she could order the woman to think more carefully so her words would be more concise. Though it grated on her, Sivvy had quickly learned to adapt to more recent emotional developments like annoyance, and if she viewed dealing with the idol like training for her patience, it was bearable.

    If Cross was worried about being judged for his plate, he need only look at what Sivvy had been up to. She had a large tray with several plates stacked just as high if not higher than the newbie's edible tower. One wouldn't think someone with such a small frame would be able to eat this much, but it seemed as if either Sivvy had a pocket dimension in her stomach or her entire body was hollow. In reality, her body was deceptively well trained and inhumanly strong, and those muscles sucked all the energy and nutrients right up without depositing a single ounce of fat. That probably attributed to her rather small chest, but Sivvy didn't care about those types of things. As long as her body functioned like the well-oiled machine it was intended to be, she had no cause for concern. Besides, she was a highly active individual, so even if her body didn't run at peak performance, her rigorous and frankly insane training regimens would keep her in shape.

    Letting the two talk since she wasn't much of a talker while eating unless among her closest friends or being directly spoken to, Sivvy proceeded to devour her food with unnatural grace despite the speed and size of her bites. Lasagna, pork chops, fragrant soups, fries, crab cakes, it didn't matter what was on her plate (which was several of everything), it went down the hatch. The Ambassador had yet to encounter an edible thing she didn't like, and being a metal dragon slayer, not even the cutlery was particularly safe from her teeth. However, her motions were so fluid and efficient, she only bit the fork when she wanted to, which wasn't often since the kitchen staff frowned upon losing utensils. Once she was spoken to once more, Sivvy paused her feast just before she started in on the double chocolate fudge supreme cake.

    "You have no need of a resume," she responded, fingers fidgeting at the edge of her dessert plate. The clone desperately wanted to save the rest of this conversation for after she consumed her three pieces of cake, but her professional nature always overrode her impulses. "You just need to convince me you can uphold Dies Irae's core principles. Discipline," she paused to shoot a small glance at Illya, "order, honor, and strength are our most valued virtues. Our moral code is top priority for achieving our goal of making Earthland a better place for everyone. We're a legal guild, so we won't accept any dark mages. You aren't a criminal, are you?" Sivvy asked, though her tone was neutral and devoid of any accusations. She merely wanted to make sure, since he made it clear he arrived here by accident. Since he hadn't sought Dies Irae out on purpose, she could assume nothing about his character or his convictions.

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    Altarias
    Altarias

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    Lineage : Graceful Siren
    Position : None
    Faction : The Rune Knights
    Posts : 205
    Guild : Guildless
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    Experience : 15,619

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    Post by Altarias 19th November 2020, 2:54 pm

    STATS & SUMMARY
    HP400/400
    MP400/400
    Speed40m/s
    Strength40
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    SP1
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    Illya smiled at his demeanor. "Pleasure to meet you, Cross! I'm sure you'll love it here!" Illya quickly excused herself to grab her own plate of food, still paling in comparison to the Ambassador's own plate. She wondered what sort of training regiment she had in order to keep such good physical condition... Perhaps that was a question for another time. At present, she wanted to try to display an idea that the guild had a light hearted attitude, ranging from everyone from top to bottom, so Illya tossed one of her donuts at the Ambassador's face, hoping that all went well and trying to keep her gaze away from the Ambassador in the event that she found herself unhappy with Illya's little game.

    "Just as the Ambassador said, you just gotta think about the core values of Dies Irae, and you'll be fine! Order, honor, strength, and discipline! All of those running at one hundred percent makes you a great member of Dies Irae, just ask Ambassador Sivvy about any of us, and I'm sure she'll say the same!" She hesitantly looked around a bit before adding, "Just maybe not Miss West about - COMMANDER West - about me. She's..." her eyes quickly glanced to the Ambassador, not long enough to catch an expression upon her face. "...a wonderful person!" She smiled, the pain behind it evident. I'm going to have to run laps, aren't I? she thought as beads of sweat ran down her face.

    In an attempt to change the subject, she slammed her hands against the table before quickly being embarrassed about it and stuffing a rice ball into her face. After she finished chewing, she then finally said her point. "Criminals are the worst, don't even get me started! So, if you're a criminal, and you better not be, then... well, I suppose that's up for the Ambassadors to decide, s-same with Commander West. I don't really have much say in this matter." She sighed and smiled, trying to hide her utter disdain for those lawbreakers and hoping the Ambassador was not displeased with her methods of disposing of criminal scum. Still worried, she took a big bite of lasagna, wolfing down her food as a form of stress removal.

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