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Maaaaaaaan, the music was busting. What an introduction to today’s secret mission, having rave music inspired by the previous Urban Nights Festival blasting through your eardrums. If anything else, Mura wasn’t dressed for the occasion as he was last time – he was in his freaking… uh, what did he call it again, his ‘casual duty’ gi? He didn’t expect this mission to take much time, so he had decided to stay in his casual, comfortable black gi that really just rubbed it in your face that he was a foreigner… for no fan or admirer of Midi would have the balls to wear this-t-this bath robe of a gi around in the public, right?
Except Mura! It was traditional, you insensitive shits…
The green laser lights often shone straight into his eyes, but they weren’t strong enough to bother him. No, not at this point, and to be honest, he used the occasion to raise his fist up in the air and party a little himself… you see, he got a promotion. He was no longer a Wizard Saint, for the Magic Council – as much bad blood as they have between each other concerning Fairy Tail – had actually declared the shaman a God of Ishgar… h-he was thinking about it the wrong way, a-as if it was just a small happenstance- no! It was a huge thing, holy shit…
It made him a little light-headed the first few days. He had reached the realm of gods, man… it felt… weird. He wanted his old friends to have witnessed it, but deep inside, he felt that they had been watching over him throughout his journey through life. Gamon, Hana-chan, Sorano-imouto… and Julius
And Julius was still by his side, a friend for life. Mura and he were usually bratty against each other, but between the two of us – the shaman adored him. He loved him. Julius was his brother figure, giving Mura a sense of siblinghood that he never experienced back in Midi.
Given what had happened with their old team, however… wheels began to turn. If anything happened to Julius, then… Mura might’ve gotten truly hopeless. One could only bear so much loss until he breaks… he’d have to obtain some advice from Menka on that topic. She’d lived centuries longer than him.
Anyway, forget that depressing stuff. They actually had a dossier from a frequent, authentic client containing information on a soon-to-be dead target. The information was assessed by the guild’s Executive Ace, and given that it was attended to by the likes of Mura and Julius, said target could be no less than a menace… at least an S-Rank threat. Mura personally requested to complete the task in Vandrad’s stead, wanting to cut the Ace some slack after the marathon he’d had:
And yet, Mura wasn’t exactly in a hurry… even though the chandelier was several 20 or more meters above the dancers that he was amongst. Too much sake. Lol.
WC: 600
Except Mura! It was traditional, you insensitive shits…
The green laser lights often shone straight into his eyes, but they weren’t strong enough to bother him. No, not at this point, and to be honest, he used the occasion to raise his fist up in the air and party a little himself… you see, he got a promotion. He was no longer a Wizard Saint, for the Magic Council – as much bad blood as they have between each other concerning Fairy Tail – had actually declared the shaman a God of Ishgar… h-he was thinking about it the wrong way, a-as if it was just a small happenstance- no! It was a huge thing, holy shit…
It made him a little light-headed the first few days. He had reached the realm of gods, man… it felt… weird. He wanted his old friends to have witnessed it, but deep inside, he felt that they had been watching over him throughout his journey through life. Gamon, Hana-chan, Sorano-imouto… and Julius
And Julius was still by his side, a friend for life. Mura and he were usually bratty against each other, but between the two of us – the shaman adored him. He loved him. Julius was his brother figure, giving Mura a sense of siblinghood that he never experienced back in Midi.
Given what had happened with their old team, however… wheels began to turn. If anything happened to Julius, then… Mura might’ve gotten truly hopeless. One could only bear so much loss until he breaks… he’d have to obtain some advice from Menka on that topic. She’d lived centuries longer than him.
Anyway, forget that depressing stuff. They actually had a dossier from a frequent, authentic client containing information on a soon-to-be dead target. The information was assessed by the guild’s Executive Ace, and given that it was attended to by the likes of Mura and Julius, said target could be no less than a menace… at least an S-Rank threat. Mura personally requested to complete the task in Vandrad’s stead, wanting to cut the Ace some slack after the marathon he’d had:
- Dossier:
- Age: 47
Height: 5’3’’
Weight: ??
Eye Color: Yellow
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Dr. Joseph Carvel
Doctorate in engineering + medicinal chemistry, confirmed drug dealer stationed in Capital Crocus. Target possesses a Lacrima Saber and pyrokinesis, eyewitnesses rack up to several dozens. Reported visiting the capital’s Sub Zero Disco between 10 pm and 2:30 am every Friday. A secret booth is located inside a huge glass chandelier at the very top of the dance hall, assumed to be the center of dealerships. Proceed carefully, and siege evidence before any ultimatums. Collateral damage is unacceptable; stealth and covert action are necessary to prevent additional loss of life.
And yet, Mura wasn’t exactly in a hurry… even though the chandelier was several 20 or more meters above the dancers that he was amongst. Too much sake. Lol.
WC: 600
