Just inside the city walls of the mighty Era, a small, plain looking building sat. Unnoticed, unremarkable, and unimportant, no passerby would have recognized the dangers that lurked within. In such a magicaly rich city as Era, the magical pressures that could be felt within would be all but forgotten. The two stalls not far away would never be mistaken for watch posts. One was a jewelry stand, with a short, fat, balding man running it with a nasally, irritating voice and ridiculous prices. On the other end, a beautiful young woman, with caramel colored skin sat, selling fruits and vegetables. She was truly a hit with the customers. But both were truly mages, lookouts for the guild Scorpion Tail, keeping guard on one of the guilds many safehouses. And keeping an eye out for their guest to arrive.
Inside the safehouse, things were ridiculously different. Gone were the drab, outer, facades, replaced by true décor and beauty, with marble pillars and statues, lining a hallway that proceeded down underground, to a large, well decorated room. In the room sat a large table, a large amount of food set out on it. Five men sat at the table. On the left, a tall, muscular, bald man, with a beard, metal arm, and a tattoo of an eye on his forehead. Next to him sat a large, muscular man, obviously tall, with large, swollen muscles. Hair grew profusely on his arms and chest, and a short black ponytail hung down his back.
On the opposite side of the table sat a shorter, obviously younger man, incredibly thin and pale, with long, silver hair, and odd, silvery eyes that shimmered like oil in the sun, wearing no shirt, but odd, curly toed shoes, baggy green pants with a red sash. To his right sat another man, whose possible size and build were all hidden under an absolutely massive, puffy white robe. He had short, golden hair, and a wrap around his eyes.
At the head of the table sat the man who had sent an invitation to Zenshin to come. He was tall, at least six foot four, and handsome by any standards, with long, black hair, hanging down behind him and over his shoulders, and a neatly trimmed goatee and stylized mustache, and a single, green eye. His other eye was hidden under a black eye patch, but rather than mar his features, it seemed to enhance them. He wore black, pressed slacks and polished, black shoes, with a matching belt. A white, pressed shirt, and a long, blue coat with golden buttons finished his ensemble. A sword leaned against the table next to him, and a ring adorned the middle finger of each hand, all three brimming with magical energies. This was Alphonse Mirasol, Lord of Scorpion tail. And Zenshins newest ally it seemed......
Inside the safehouse, things were ridiculously different. Gone were the drab, outer, facades, replaced by true décor and beauty, with marble pillars and statues, lining a hallway that proceeded down underground, to a large, well decorated room. In the room sat a large table, a large amount of food set out on it. Five men sat at the table. On the left, a tall, muscular, bald man, with a beard, metal arm, and a tattoo of an eye on his forehead. Next to him sat a large, muscular man, obviously tall, with large, swollen muscles. Hair grew profusely on his arms and chest, and a short black ponytail hung down his back.
On the opposite side of the table sat a shorter, obviously younger man, incredibly thin and pale, with long, silver hair, and odd, silvery eyes that shimmered like oil in the sun, wearing no shirt, but odd, curly toed shoes, baggy green pants with a red sash. To his right sat another man, whose possible size and build were all hidden under an absolutely massive, puffy white robe. He had short, golden hair, and a wrap around his eyes.
At the head of the table sat the man who had sent an invitation to Zenshin to come. He was tall, at least six foot four, and handsome by any standards, with long, black hair, hanging down behind him and over his shoulders, and a neatly trimmed goatee and stylized mustache, and a single, green eye. His other eye was hidden under a black eye patch, but rather than mar his features, it seemed to enhance them. He wore black, pressed slacks and polished, black shoes, with a matching belt. A white, pressed shirt, and a long, blue coat with golden buttons finished his ensemble. A sword leaned against the table next to him, and a ring adorned the middle finger of each hand, all three brimming with magical energies. This was Alphonse Mirasol, Lord of Scorpion tail. And Zenshins newest ally it seemed......