Mayhem, Murder, and Massages

Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"

Job Log #9747

“Well, I must say that I’m rather… impressed.”

Somehow Saffron had talked not only Hosrius into joining her at a spa but also Grubar. The word itself didn’t warrant much familiarity to either of them until the bombshell blonde informed them of exactly what happened at a spa. Of course the two aliens knew about massages and massage places; they were all about the galaxy. Most species enjoyed a good rub down of sore and fatigued muscles and others found good money in performing said rub downs. Still, it was a bit of an odd request from their friend; after all, places that give massages seemed more aimed for couples. There was also the fact that, as two tall and very obvious aliens, they would most likely intimidate the poor souls that had been paid to massage them down.

They couldn’t have been further from the truth. Though there was the slight surprise at their first appearance, it seemed more out of preparation rather than true shock. The matron that had run the front desk informed them that they would be getting a rather special room to accommodate the two aliens, wanting to provide the best care, service and comfort for their clients. And once they got in, got undressed and got upon their tables, Grubar and Hosrius awaited the masseuses that were surely cursing their jobs. The two women barely bat an eye as they greeted them and prepared themselves properly. Hosrius’ body was tough; in fact, it was technically metallic in nature, as evolution had provided his species a dense covering to protect against the harsh climate of their home planet. So attempting to massage through that kind of toughness was going to be impressive no matter what. Yet the woman utilized some kind of magic, toughening her hands and allowing her to dig her fingers, hands and elbows into his joints and muscles with ease. She was careful, asking him a bit about his body so that she could give him a proper massage without causing distress or damage. It was actually quite lovely.

Grubar’s hide wasn’t nearly as tough in terms of tensile strength, if one could call it that, but it was still thick and nearly impervious to damage. The real issue was his size… that and he was a bit of a flirt. “Lady, I don’t know if you’ve ever been to space but I’m givin’ some serious thought to stealing you and showing you the stars,” the alien said with a pleased groan as his masseuse kneaded on his back. She was able to move around him quite nimbly, strengthening her hands as well to give her absolute capability at pleasing the bigger alien.

“You could be a little less upfront about our whereabouts, Grubar,” Hosrius said through his pillow, turning his head slightly to look in the other alien’s direction but finding very little room to maneuver.

“Ah, you worry too much. Look at Saff over there - she’s just as into this as I am. Hey pal, she’s single too. Just sayin’,” the alien called out, deciding to insert himself into the brief moment between the Fairy Tail wizard and her masseuse. “Hell, I wouldn’t complain about that. This woman’s got hands like steel and a body I don’t mind moving around me. I may have to get a real job to pay for this once a week.”

Hosrius shook his head and rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help but smile. Honestly, it was quite lovely. He was always so focused on his mission and Saffron was the one that came in and pulled him out of his scope, making him observe the world around him. Despite their rivalry for their target, Grubar and him got along well and he couldn’t deny that getting to know his comrade a bit more deeply would be nice. Plus massages helped to limber up the body and reconnect the flow of energy. No doubt he’d have years of stress and bodily turbulence rubbed out in no time. Yes, he could get used to doing this often.

The massage, not what came next. Within a beat of that last, positive thought, his armband squealed loudly. The masseuse stepped back, afraid that she had done something wrong. But this was a different alarm and Hosrius’ amusement disappeared in an instant as he threw himself off the table. Just as he disappeared behind the wooden table, three jagged spikes ripped through the ceiling, impaling the face pillow where the Jirian’s head had just been. Hosrius pushed off the ground and rolled onto his back, bringing his arm up as if he was aiming with his fist. His armband lit up, an orange blade swinging up and out of the digital construct. His slide was to bring him into alignment with the angle of the shots and once he caught sight of the shadow on the other side, the blade shot up and through the rough. The sickening sound of flesh being pierced was dulled from the tiles in the ceiling but the impact of the body hitting the ground was not.

“Oh cool, this massage comes with some action too! I love this place!” Grubar said with a laugh as he pushed himself up from the table and threw the towel away. He bashed his hands together in excitement, even as the terrified masseuses, huddled in the corner, got a full view of what the Scengar looked like naked.