Halt! City patrol!

It was a lovely dawn when Francois woke up, finding himself in the familiar, cozy bed he slept in. No doubt it, the materials made in the fabrication of this mattress made it possible for him to slip into dreamland easily and leave behind his stress and worry for his responsibilities as a Rune Knight, and woke up feeling reinvigorated. Though it might be a tad too early for most people, Francois usually woke up at this time to prepare for the day. A reinvigorating shower, plus the grooming of self which entails styling his own hair, and a little makeup here and there, which should all take around an hour and a half or so. He isn’t used to doing this himself as he had his hair styled by his step-brother, whose skills as a hairdresser far surpasses those of the best Era, and it would only cut his prep time to half. Though around this time, his twins were still asleep. Too early for the event, he thought to himself.

Then the sound of yawning followed by the ruffling of sheets could be heard in the next room. Oswald must have woken up, he thought to himself, lucky he doesn’t have to exert as much effort to look good. From his stoic build to his gentlemanly demeanor, women would find him the perfect bachelor. While he, the most elegant and effeminate of the four, must exert effort to keep his image and reputation as the most stylish yet powerful wizard.

Now comes the most difficult part - choosing the best outfit for the occasion. Naturally he wants to look good, but not exactly stand out. Perhaps something simple, yet something that evokes a feeling of authority and power, while being casual in his get up. A complicated request for himself, just as he is indecisive on what to wear for events like this. Or he could just wear his Rune Knight uniform, but clearly that won’t work for him. He’d immediately be recognized as one of them, which would jeopardize his mission and he feared the worst that could happen. Forget wearing something giving authority and power. A casual getup would blend him in with the crowd as easily - a black buttoned shirt with its sleeves rolled up worn under a purple vest with intricate designs of darker color and golden decors, a pair of black pants and a pair of black leather boots that makes running easy. A purple beret would complete this look, which would ruin his hair a little since he hadn’t taken head accessories into account. Completely casual, yet it doesn’t make him stick out like a sore thumb.

And then he’d heard the ruffling of sheets from another room, which could only be his other twin, Michael. He was happy that he agreed to go with them to Joya, though he was hoping he agreed to spend time catching up and know what was going on in his life after he lost his memories. He can’t blame him for getting his hopes up, but it was nice that they did get a little talk a few nights prior, and last night. He could only imagine what he was going through, and that he’s resilient still is a good omen for him. He always perceived him as an immovable mountain, as much pressure he is under, he wouldn’t budge and give up. No, he knew him to be resilient ever since they were kids. Even after their parents’ passing. Yet somehow, he thought that it’d only be a matter of time before he cracks, a fear he harbored ever since they learned of an ancient evil being sealed inside him. He should be in good hands with his employers, and that the event would proceed without an incident.

He hoped.

It was time for them to leave, yet Michael’s ‘operator’, as he would put it, is still sleeping. Doubtless tired, considering she had to adjust some things on his armors. Better to leave her sleeping, he thought, confident that she can catch up with the both of them. As soon as they left the suites, Michael left off to his guarding duty, leaving only him and Ozwald behind. They exchanged farewells as he’d probably won’t be returning to the suites for a little chatter, but Ozwald would be leaving him for awhile as he saw his emerald eyed twin procure his phone. He said an apology, stating that he’d be out to fetch someone who wanted to come with him. A girlfriend, perhaps? Probably. “Hm, okay, just don’t take too long. Wouldn’t want to miss the main event.” Francois said. It was highly unlikely for them to be late as they were early. A little too early. A little assurance wouldn’t hurt.

Though he was afforded the joy of partaking in this celebration, he still had a mission to accomplish as a Rune Knight. No, he didn’t just wake up this early to try and not be late for the main event, but because he was specifically tasked to patrol in a covert operation because of the troubling rumors that a magical bomb would be detonated in Felidae, a feat that would be done by what he knows to be an extremist group. The thick crowd would afford them the chance to do so, but if they think they can just do whatever they pleased, they’d be wrong. He’s not in this alone, as he is to be accompanied not only by his twin, but with members of other guilds - one would be his twin who hailed from Silver Wolf, who should no doubt be apprised of the disturbing rumors beforehand. Then there’s one from Fairy Tail and Meliora Vitae, who will be assisting in this endeavor. He knew where the rendezvous point should be, though their identities elude him. He was trying to pick out who he thought would look like guild wizards, one with high concentrations of ethernanos and fighting capacity and relying on his arcane sight. Though finding his comrades this way would only give some wrong assumptions. It was troublesome that he doesn't know who his comrades were, but conveniently, he just happened to overhear the name ‘Meliora Vitae’ in a conversation.

Looks like he found them.

He turned and spotted a woman wearing a kimono, accompanied by a pirate and what appeared to be several on duty Rune Knights. He can only assume as much, but the pirate must come from Fairy Tail, while the woman would be from Meliora Vitae as the voice he heard could only belong to hers. Without skipping a beat, he’d approach them. “I’m not late, am I?” He said, casually though it did evoke another feeling among the knights - one of authority or one demanding respect. He noticed as much, but before they could begin calling him ‘Lord’ or other honorifics just as they should due to his noble lineage, he raised his index finger and placed them vertically on his lips, telling them to shush before his prestige would blow his cover. At least, they should know that some are on a covert mission. “At ease. I’ll take it from here.” He then turned to the wizards, looking at them briefly before introducing himself. “You must be my comrades for this mission. The name’s Francois. As you might have guessed, I’m a Rune Knight. We’re a member short, if I recall, but my twin should be coming here soon.”


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