Silius Nocte " You must pour your heart into your soul " Placing his hands behind his head, sighing into the sky, Silius trudged lazily through the 'Upper Quarters'. How long had it been since he and the 'Five Swords Under Heaven' left the Shrine of Susano'o? It had been roughly ten minutes, but the adolescent couldn't help but feel. . . exhausted. He hated those who occupied the 'Upper Quarters', and thus felt the very energy drain from his face upon seeing them. Though, he couldn't let their presence deter him from his mission – Susano'o was counting on him. They needed to complete quests, and spread the name "Susano'o" throughout the land. Thus far, that seemed like an incredibly 'difficult' task. Then again. . . Rome wasn't built in a day, right? "Dojigiri, Otenta, Mikazuki, Juzumaru. What should we even be 'looking' for? Do they put up. . . massive ass signs or something? This is freakin' ridiculous." The adolescent barked, a look of disgust upon his face. How much longer would he be forced to wait? Ten minutes had only just passed, and he was getting even more and more frustrated. Though, perhaps there was a legitimate reason for this? Someone like Silius, who showed indifference to everything, was starting to act out. As 'Onimaru', the Demon Wheel, it was expected that he'd have a broody personality. As of right now, he was energetic and restless. "C'mon, dammit! I know you can see us, dammit! Hunting, Cleaning, Mining. . . Fuck; we'll do it all!" He'd continue, screaming into the sky. - - - - -"I think we should split up, and start looking!" Silius would bark, the center of his palm slamming into the wooden base of an oak table. "These kind of people disgust me, but we need their help to become Kings. So, let's try and be on our best behavior, alright?" He'd growl, his eyes narrowing into slits. He was good at giving orders, but terrible at following them. As such, it was probably going to be him who ended up making a scene. Though, at this particular moment in time, this was unbeknownst to him – he didn't realize his own, aggressive nature. "We should only take jobs that prioritize our talents. Dōjigiri, you go and. . . become a politician! Otenta. . . help an old lady cross the street! Mikazuki, Juzumaru, and Jinsoku. . . watch after each other, and try not to fuck stuff up; I'm countin' on you, Juzumaru!" Standing erect, his arms folded before him, the adolescent nodded – his sense of authority showing. He did not consider himself a leader, but he showed an inclination to become one. As such, with his voice firm and resolute, he directed them. Now, whether or not they'd succeed in their task. . . depended entirely on them. He knew not if they'd follow under his command, but he felt obligated to try. In truth, nobody else had taken the initiative in relation to becoming the Captain. Also, if they saw him unfit, they could easily overthrow him. So. . . it wasn't that big of a deal. "I've already found what I'm going to do. So, I'll see you 'swords' later." Raising his hand into the air, waving as he began to make his departure, the Hybrid ducked into a nearby doorway. Outside of the building, which he so casually entered, were the words "Help Wanted". - - - - -I wonder how long I'll be at this. . . Silius thought to himself, his elven frame leaning over an erect, wooden construct. He was dressed in white and black, and his hair was perfectly combed. "Mr.Nocte, can you get back to work? That table over there needs assistance." A voice would call out to him, forcing him to stand erect. It had only been three minutes, and a mass of people were beginning to funnel into the establishment. The life of a waiter was cruel. @Auryx Long-Thought @Jinsoku @Déclin Rive @August @Simon Volkner Blood Circulator ♪
Only Death Can Cure You Now - Liberate You, From That Wild Curiosity He was entering auto-pilot when they left the Shrine, his thoughts twisting his head and his body moving without really being there. There was a nagging pain in the back of his head though - a feeling he usually got when something loud was nearby and he should be, somewhat, paying attention. His eyes became clearer as he was all but ripped from his thoughts. Silius 'Onimaru' lacked the necessary talent of patience - and he was making a scene. Auryx looked at him from the corner of his eye - he exhaled deeply, a sign right from the gut. This would be a long day if ten minutes were grueling. "The nobles of the Upper Quarter are just as disdainful to you are you are to them." Auryx said at the end of his sigh, "You are giving them all the reason they need to be right in doing so." he gave only a brief pause before he contemplated on his next sentence. He chose not to - he'd save it for later. He wouldn't speak again until they were all seated and Silius was already making plans - still yet making a scene. Auryx folded his arms over his chest leaning back slightly as the young one's hand slammed down on his table. His eyes sparsely scanned the room to see who was watching them. He wasn't going to make things easy for him if Auryx was to be the communicator. They were glaceing at their table with those infamous looks - he felt a kneeling of anger; something he rarely felt. His ears perked - this wasn't anger, it was something else... that hungering feeling again. Those pangs. "Is this your best behavior? You're beating the table down." Auryx questioned, "Should I really be attempting to become a politician? That divides the path - strays away from the one true shape - I don't want peace. That is Teleology and that will stitch your eyes shut and put you in a frail home of security." He began bouncing his knee, "Are we not going to the Dungeon? We all have weapons, yes? Lets do some hunting." Auryx, in all the sense of the word, was a Listener - he listened because he thought. As he thought, he watched and became wise. Due to this, he trusted himself and relied on that wisdom and ability 'to know' how to take a right approach. Because of that, he was slower than others to make a choice, and he would be the furthest one from taking orders. He thought far too much to trust the mind of another just yet, at the very least. He lifted himself from the table, starting to leave. He was only so eager to go to the Dungeon to continue research on his theory . . . and to tame this odd sensation within him. "If no one is apt to the idea, I'm heading to the liquor store." Auryx said, repositioning his blade strapped to his back. What he wouldn't tell him is that he'd be going there to work, especially if no one else was ready to fight, "Another good idea - lets try to pick up some crafting skills at some point, shall we?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He'd take a stroll down the street, a few bends here and there to his path. He'd arrive at a small store - a hole in the wall, and go to the back and begin stocking. It required strength, not much thought - which allowed him to work on auto-pilot. His mind would be lost to thought, consumed by it. The most important part, however, is that there were so few things that interrupted him during his meticulous work. Others may call it mundane, but it was stress relief to him. @Silius Nocte / @Jinsoku / @Déclin Rive / @August / @Simon Volkner
Déclin Rive "One who walks upon broken glass will leave a bloody trail indeed- but one that leads to honor and glory." It didn't take very long for the group to make their way to the Entertainment Quarter, which was littered with a myriad of street performers, and other sort of odds and ends which did not truly intrigue the young Boaz. Although a few of the smells coming from the restaurants which were peppered throughout the area in a great abundance, he had quickly departed from the group, young Jinsoku in tow. Thankfully, the distance between where they had entered the Entertainment Quarter and the Trade Quarter hadn't taken exceptionally long to get to. A small sigh coming from Déclin as he pattered his way across the cobblestone paths. He would ponder as to whether he should speak to Jinsoku or simply let him do all the talking, the latter seeming more appealing to him, he would walk in silence till he had reached his destination- which was most definitely not where the rest of the Familia had intended to go. [ Exit to Red Hot Metal - Familia Bonding ] OOC @Susano'o @Silius Nocte @Auryx Long-Thought @Jinsoku @August @Simon Volkner We're off to the other world, see you another day, lads.
Jinsoku KirÄ "Follow the leader!" Jinsoku was more focused slaying monsters in familia than job hunting for financial gains. It seemed irrelevant and tedious since he already gained money from his street performances, albeit a stable job with familia would be more comforting. It seemed Déclin was on board with the idea, but took his own path. “Follow the leader!” Jinsoku struck the broad back of the towering fellow who was already walking away from the troop. His giggle filled with content, he waved lazily towards his new companions. “Good luck guys!” Jinsoku skipped lightly with hands tucked into his pockets nicely tucked. [ Exit To Red Hot Metal - Familia Bonding ] OOC Weak Post @Susano'o @Silius Nocte @Auryx Long-Thought @August @Simon Volkner
Let's do something interesting! August walked behind the others as they entered the area. He glanced at Silius as he began yelling, trying to find some jobs. August face palmed as he was trying to hide the slight embarassment. "Why must you be so loud?" He whispered under his breathe as he kept his gaze on Silius. The male would then suggest that they were to split up and find some work. August wasn't too fond of this idea. He simply wanted to get started and plunge into some dungeons. Shoot some demons up and shit of that nature. He turned his head to the side, not paying attention to anything else the male was saying. Auryx would soon begin speaking, slightly disagreeing with the plan that Silius came up with. Asking why aren't we going into the dungeon. "Yeah, I agree. Fuck entertaining these people. I don't like them anymore then you do. And I certainly don't need them." August face showed signs of discomfort. August decided to follow Auryx. He soon got up from the table and started following the male from behind. "Hey, Auryx. Lets team up and do something interesting. Unlike these guys here, I'm ready to go into the dungeon. I'm not here to entertain these common folks." As August walked he removed his weapon, Mortal Reminder, from concealment and was examining its condition.
Silius Nocte " You must pour your heart into your soul " As customers began to funnel in, Silius placed his hands within the pockets of his uniform. This was his first time serving those of the 'Upper Quarters', and he was beginning to feel anxious. Though, after hearing what Auryx had said to him, the hybrid felt oddly calm. He'd be fine if he could keep his wits about himself. He despised the wealthy, but saw no need to harass them in this particular instant. Not to mention, he was currently on the job – he couldn't jeopardize his paycheck. As such, whilst people brushed past him, the adolescent would repeatedly nod and smile. He'd also be forced to engage in discussion with them, as his establishment required him to do so. The conversations were relatively short, as he'd only have to say a few words. "What can I do for you today?" "We're running a special today on side dishes." "Would you like anything to drink with that?" "Will you be needing desert? I recommend the cheese cake." Why the cheese cake? It was good, believe it or not; Silius had eaten plenty of it already. Though, that wasn't the point. As a waiter, the hybrid was expected to be on his best behavior. It was also assumed that he'd be a respectful, well-mannered individual. So, in order to keep his job, he'd have to effectively suppress who he truly was. In order to do this, he simply followed the premise of other people – mimicking the mannerisms of his fellow employees. This allowed him to get through the first few hours, but has suddenly become extremely taxing. The people who continuously funnel into the restaurant, usually accompanied by their friends and family, speak with a condescending tone. Perhaps this was due to the undeniable fact that he was, for the most part, a pariah. These people are even bigger assholes than Simon. . . Silius thought to himself, releasing a sigh as he returned to the kitchen. He had been twenty minutes since the last customer, and he was rather vexed – they were too busy, and there was too much to do. Though, he did have the luxury at moving at his own pace. Well, that was until a boy came into the establishment. Was he a costumer? He didn't look as if he could afford any of the food here. Then again, perhaps he was simply waiting on his parents. - - - - -As the boy reached for the basket of bread, Silius brought a 'hand fan' down upon the back of his hand. He didn't take pride in disciplining a child, but he was required to prevent every attempt at thievery. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't steal from this establishment little boy." He'd soon say aloud calling out to the child. Hopefully, given the tone in which he spoke, the desperate youngster would immediately heed his warning. Though, as he was dressed as a fancy bus boy, it was highly unlikely that he'd be taken serious. In fact, as the boy began to growl and scream, it was clear that his authority meant nothing. "Don't make me remove you from the building, kid. I don't like having to rough up children, but you're leaving me with no choice." Silius would continue, his eyes narrowing in the continued presence of the youngster. This would be so much easier if he could just give him some of the stupid bread. "I'll be taking this bread, even if I have to go through you. Death is worse than prison!" The child shouted, momentarily startling Silius. What was all this talk about dying? Stealing a piece of bread didn't even come close to being in the same category as the death sentence. "What in the hell are you talking about, you little shit?" Silius would immediately question, his chin resting upon the hand that lay flat along the top of the broom. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and his eyes began to droop with un-amusement. "What exactly makes you think dying is even an option?" In that instant, as Silius spoke to the boy, the door to the establishment was forcefully flung open. Now, under what premise, did the people responsible for this think it was okay to interrupt him? He had just begun his break, and was mere seconds away from sending the child on his way. Though, as per the actions of these ruffians, he was now tasked with silencing the delinquents that plagues the restaurant. He acted fast, considering them hostile, and immediately equipped his broom. Moving with a swiftness, long before they could survey the area, he approached the intruder closest to him. "This is a family establishment, sir. I hope you're prepared to face the consequences. . ." Silius would cough, his person practically looming over the first attacker. "D-Don't do it, mister!" A voice would call out to the hybrid, forcing him to pull his attention away from his first victim. Don't do it? They're going to wreck the place! Silius would think to himself, his gaze turning between the voice and the ruffian before him. Though, as he let down his guard, the hybrid was met with a heavy jab to the face. This caused him to stumble backwards, and even resulted in an angry expression occupying his face. Why did he even listen to the child? These people were clearly up to no good. So, why exactly did someone want to protect them? The idea was ludicrous, and thus irrelevant in accordance with his job requirements. "You stupid piece of. . ." @Auryx Long-Thought @Jinsoku @Déclin Rive @August Blood Circulator ♪
