Assassin's Pride

[wolfs rain]

Wolf looked at the new assassin and face palmed. It's her first day and she's starting fights with one of the top assassin's in the guild. She stood up and placed herself between face and the new girl. Alright let's get you to the basement so i can get you a weapon. She pushed the newbie towards basement.

 

[AshenAngel]

The Ghost blew out a sigh when the new hand brought up her attitude with Face. Wolf, probably being a better person than him, stepped in and ushered Gwendolyn into her lair. The guild master took one last swig of his beer, finishing it off. "Can I get a chamomile tea, please?" He asked his trusted bartender. He spared a sideways glance at Haze. "I don't suppose we could talk in the library?" He asked as he waited for his tea.

 

[Banana-senpai]

A proud boyish grin replaced Sebastiano's ever present friendly look. "You are gonna love these, Miss Gwendolyn-" he began as he exited the kitchen and came back into the bar as he presented his platter of cookies. He stared at the place Gwendolyn was sitting and found that only Ghost, Haze and Face were there now.

"Aw, really?" he put the platter down near the three and gave them a false angry look. "What'd you all do to Miss Gwen, hm?" He took one and bit on it, dramatically sighing as he rested the back of his hip on the counter. "No matter, I can make more. You three, take some. Stuff yourselves with my hard work or it'll go to waste. Sheesh!"

He waved a cookie in front of Face. "Good to see you're still smoking hot, Face. A drink? To commemorate Haze leaving his habitat and Ghost being less ghost-y?" He was a smoker himself, but Sebastiano disliked smoking when people were around. It bothered him when the scent gets stuck.

 

[King of Lunacy]

"You have got to be joking me." He knew all too well the bits and pieces of bone that lay scattered amongst the dirt. How this predicament came about, he did not know. But did that matter? Not entirely. His prized wolf skull was smashed, and that's what mattered the most to him. Crown of Teeth was a strange man, collector of animal skulls and various other bones. Every mission he takes on is never fully completed unless he snags a bone souvenir from something or someone. It seemed to be a trademark of his, being far from an ordinary assassin. One could even say that he has a room dedicated to these many treasures, and most of his gear and equipment are adorned by ivory cusps, spines, and whatever else would be deemed appropriate for a skeletal madman.

This wolf skull. It was his mask. His "disguise." Now what was he to wear? "I'm done with this shit. Every time. Just leave my skulls alone, damnit!" Crown would simply stomp a foot, dust scattering within the damp air before diminishing. As if yelling to the skies would help in such a situation... Perhaps things have turned for the better though, as he was on his way towards the Nocturne Guild's bar anyways. There must be someone there who is able to help him. Right? Or would there even be anyone there at this time?

A stupid question, of course there were.

But who's to say they'd be interested in getting involved in some Operation Murder Skull Thievery?

He supposed there was no point. Making this into a huge deal wasn't entirely his plan. He just wanted to get to the bar, spend some time with guild members and other things. All without his lucky charm. Maybe no one will notice. Hopefully. Dismissing the unfortunate event with a subtle shrug, Crown proceeded his stroll towards the bar. Voices were soon heard through large wooden doors. It seemed pretty lively in there, and there was one voice in particular he could not recall ever hearing before.

A newbie?

Surely. Crown of Teeth passed through the doors, eyeing each individual with a half-lidded stare. Perhaps he would strike up a conversation soon enough, when he felt comfortable. Or, when he was done mentally grieving over the death of his... wolf skull. Idiot. Before making his way towards the corner of the room, he'd give a quick wave and nod towards Ghost, but not without seeing the new girl... starting up some interesting fight? "What's going on?" There couldn't have been an answer, now. He watched silently as the girl was ushered towards the lair. No fight. But still confusion. "Who's the newbie?"​

 

[Cubix]

Haze sighed while shaking his head in disappointment. The girl, Gwendolyn, had potential, but her tongue had to be tamed once in a while. This guild cared not for any of their pasts-- they might be rich, poor, nobleman, peasant... everyone is only respected by the deeds he had done. For starters, lashing out at one of the guild's veteran assassins was a sure way of getting your balls ripped out, but since she was a girl, well... there were other methods for that. Still, it was a good thing that everyone was, at least, in a good mood-- that way, no one bothered to jump out and discipline the neophyte. The smell of smoke circulated once more, causing Haze to glare at Face. "Oh, I thought you were still smoking, friend. It seems that your breath just normally has halitosis once in a while. You should really stop smoking, Face. It'll be good for your body... not only your lungs, ya know?" Haze smiled widely, noticing that Sebastiano was back with some pastries. "Oh, come on... I wasn't in there for that long. Okay, I was there since yesterday, but the point is... Never mind." Haze chuckled lightly, observing the dough pastries that the bar tender had baked. "Cholesterol levels could be high with these pastries. Is this your subtle way of killing us, friend?" Haze joked, taking a single cookie, and softly biting on it. Sebastain was indeed talented with food. Haze believed that if anyone gave Sebastiano any ingredient, he could make a delicacy out of it.

It was rare for the veterans to meet in a single table like this... Ghost, Haze, Face, and Sebastiano among others. Mostly, the veterans would always be out there doing tasks while the neophytes were the ones relaxing. If only Face could quit his smoking addiction, and toned down his lecherous behavior once in a while-- he could be Haze's good friend. Sadly, Face just can't face the fact that smoking promotes the development of erectile dysfunction... but Haze would never tell him that. At least, not yet.

Suddenly, the door swung open. Haze's eyes caught sight of a familiar assassin once more.... One of the veterans again. It was Crown. Crown was a peculiar lad who, although proficient in his skills as an assassin, had the tendency of looting bones as part of his trophy collection. A mad case of Kleptomania, perhaps? Psychological Disorder, maybe, leaning towards fetishes or even schizophrenia. Haze could never tell. Still, this was how Haze looked at every member-- analyzing them as if they were research subjects.

"Good day, Crown. How are you, friend?" Haze tried to strike up a conversation, noticing that something was lacking from the assassin: a skull. "Err, you seem to have a dislocated bone, friend." the doctor grinned as he turned to Ghost who had asked him whether they could talk in the library. "No problem, Ghost. No one's there anyway. Besides, I've got to check up on Gwendolyn, the neophyte... I'll make sure Wolf-dear wasn't too harsh on her. Oh, and pertaining your question, Crown, that was Gwendolyn. The guild's newest member with a smart mouth to boot."

 

[DoomyCakez]

@Cubix @wolfs rain @AshenAngel @Mippu @King of Lunacy @spoopily

"I'm a grown woman, boy."

Face's head turned, half-lidded stare widening slightly as the Newbie spoke up. It seemed she had more of a silver tongue than he would have quessed, being that she had stayed mostly silent while the 'veterans' conversed. Face's steely grey stare searched her person, watching the flip of her long , well kept raven locks and the slight upturning of her nose. Face found the slightest smile coming to his face, even though he was not letting it on. The girl had spunk, even if she needed to learn her place.

He stepped forward, letting his smirk grow into a devilish grin as he brushed his own raven locks from his face. He shifted his weight, pushing himself off the the mission board as he took a few steps towards her, chuckling softly. He spoke, the smallest hint of an Irish accent slipping from between his slightly rosy lips. "Oi oi oi...what's this? A princess among toads then? Ya'know, sweetie, you're my type. It's always the stuck up ones that are the most wild in th-"

He was cut off as Wolf slipped between the two, quickly speaking and ushering the girl away. It seemed that despite Face knowing, a bit of tension had risen in the room. It mainly stemmed from the fact that Face was never below whipping a newbie into place and beating them into submission. He had done it many times before...It was usually a test, being that it was usually the stupid ones or the loud mouth ones that lacked any sort of skill to actually be an assassin. Most of them were all bark and no bite. Face's amusement visibly lessened, a look of mild disappointment gleaming in his eyes before he returned to his usual, half-lidded stare. His smile stayed, watching Wolf push the girl down the basement stairs, mumbling to himself. "She's kind of cute, Ghost..." He looked over at Ghost and let the same mischievous smile pry at the edges of his lips.

That smile faltered slightly, left eye giving another small twitch as he turned, only to find Haze glaring at him once more. Face looked momentarily offended, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he glared back. "Eh? The hell did I do?" He was quickly answered with one of Haze's prized insulted. Face momentarily blushed, turning away slightly as he breathed into his hand to check his breath...He did not smell anything wrong with it and he turned his head, a sour expression on his face as he grumbled to the medic. "You're just smelling shit, four-eyes." It was then that Haze started his same lecture on the 'evils' of smoking, only earning a groan and a dismissive wave of the hand from a disinterested Face. "Yeah yeah. If you haven't noticed, Doc. My body is fine the way it is. Hell, I'm basically at the peak of my performance. Haven't even been sick, yet."

He smirked at Haze's smile, unable to hide the fact that Haze was indeed a funny man...even if he constantly pestered him about his own habits. Face chuckled, lightly rolling back on his heels before he noticed Sebastiano entering from the kitchen. "So thanks, MOM, but I think I'm fine for now..." He eyed the plate of cookies in silence for a moment before he glanced up and took notice of Sebastiano's fake pout. Face laughed, offering a slightly jab to Sebastiano. "She's barely been here an hour, but you've already started flirting, Sebby?" It was a pet name for the bartender, Face not really knowing where it came from...Possibly from one of the many girls that Sebastiano usually had hovering around him.

Face found himself turning, eyes looking towards the basement stairs once more as he spoke rather off topic. "Gwen, eh?...Rather fitting..." His attention was brought back, only to find a cookie being waved in front of his face. Face took it, ignoring Haze's claims of attempted murder as he took a large bite...Chocolate chip? Of course his favorite...A smiles spread across Face's expression, eyes falling closed for a moment as he gave a contented sigh. "Perfection, as always..." At the offer of a drink, Face gave a small nod, swallowing before speaking. "Get me a whiskey. I need something hard to celebrate something like that." He shoveled the rest of the cookie between his lips before taking another, finding himself slowly lowering his long frame into the nearby bar stool.

He turned when he heard the door open, only to eye another familiar face. "Well look who the wolves dragged in. Crown, how ya' been?" He eyed the many bones layering Crown's apparel, attention once again grabbed by Haze as he made a comment towards something Crown was missing. Face found himself turning, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose as he sighed loudly. "You should leave the jokes to the professionals, Haze. That was just painful..." He ate another cookie, a slight 'mm' noise radiating from his person as he smiled once more.

Upon hearing that Haze would go check on Gwendolyn, Face spoke up, a slightly mouthful of cookie muffling his speech. "Girl just got here, and she already has a Harem? How's that even fair?"
​

 

[AshenAngel]

It was never a dull moment when a couple of guys who've been learning just how to make eachother tick over the years gathered up around the bar. Ghost rolled his eyes at Face's mumbling, a smirk of his own now appearing. "I don't suppose your complaints will be any quieter now." He replied with a small chuckle.
It was then that Sebastiano appeared with the cookies Gwendolyn had asked for. It felt rude to steal someone else's cookies, so the guild master refrained. Instead he glanced over his shoulder as yet another familiar face walked in the door. "The gang's all here, then." He mused, and went quiet when more jokes and back and forth humor and health talk went between Haze and Face.

 

[King of Lunacy]

So it was noticed. Much to his dismay of course. A frown tugged at his lips upon hearing the expected quip coming from Haze. "I've been better," he shrugged, dismissing the joke for now. He hopped onto the table top in an effort to seat himself, legs hanging from the edge. Chairs were overrated. Standing was getting tiresome. A yawn was quick to escape from his mouth, and was forcefully cut short when Face issued his greeting. Crown gave a casual salute, a smile appearing on his face. "Yo. I've been just fine." Partially true.

Turning slightly, he only aimed to flash Haze with a friendly and harmless 'You're gonna pay' look. Such a... yes, painful... joke wasn't necessary. But he had to admit, it seemed clever at the time. "Speak with me when you're funny," he winked, head tilting for a mere second before turning to face Face. Perhaps they were looking for the story behind his skull's disappearance.

The, hah, dislocated bone.

He sighed, completely dissatisfied knowing he would have to tell the same tale. Irresponsible was he for his beloved skull. Because once again, he was an idiot more often than not. "Skull died today. Found it crushed on the ground on my way here. I'm thinking a brat went off with it and broke it." Like always. Kids. He wasn't a fan of them, even though there are times when he acts like a five year old himself. Pfft. It was getting less frequent these days, though.

A subtle nod was given after hearing about the new girl. He was only able to catch a small glimpse, and so any personal judgements were not yet formulated. He was curious, though. "May I come with?" He referred to Haze, highly interested in the fact that he would go and check on her. She was a newbie, after all. Crown was a social person, despite the few times he preferred isolation due to some unexpected anti-social ticks. Curiosity was a bad trait of his, as well. Though he expected his request to go with him denied. Who knew.

 

[spoopily]

Gwendolyn's pout refuse to falter, but what the fucking hell.

She felt glued to her seat, eyebrows furrowing in disdain as he went on. She agreed silently because, yes, she was a princess. Not quite literally but she always considered herself to be one, and others as well. Although... Once a second has passed, she recognized that as an insult. N-No matter. She felt herself lean back as he stepped forward, eyes boring into one each others in some sort of awkward stare off. Gwendolyn, however, was already losing her cool. The woman, admittedly was a ticking time bomb of high pitched squeals and an abnormally squishy body. This meat-headed man stood no chance to her! She was Gwendolyn! Any and all antics to hurt her or somehow flirt with her would fail. Well, the latter was a lie, she hiccuped when he continued his sentence.

What.
Type.
Of lewd little...!

She squeaked incoherently, hiccuping straight afterwards. Great come back, sweetums. Her mind raced, her body feeling lighter as she experienced some embarrassment. Gwen just couldn't believe what he just tried to say to her! Did he just... Order a... Uh... Knuckle sandwich? Is that was assassins usually say? Whatever, she was going to slap him with a glove, but she didn't have one. Good thing someone came to save her, however, not from the disappointment arising from the higher ups crowded around her.

A very random woman split the air between her and this decently-dressed pervert. It couldn't rival to her, no no, not with such commoner material. It seemed that her face just said, well, fuck you to her brain. Her normally pink cheeks were brighter than ever, reaching her ears. Feeling like a rag doll as she was helped along towards somewhere she didn't know and had no type of mind currently to wonder about. She looked off, pouting quivering and face flushed, hiccuping once more. She could feel this creeps decently-colored eyes on her as she was led along. She wanted to tell him that his shoes were ugly.

Another hiccup.

What an embarrassing quirk, being caught so off guard she was reduced to hiccups.

This 'Wolf' was another woman. She already felt a little bit happier and more safe. Girls were so understanding sometimes. Gwendolyn promptly held her breath to get rid of her hiccups, not talking for a moment. when she breathed out finally, she did know she was getting her a weapon, but she just had to ask. "A-A weapon? So soon?" Another hiccup. Damn it.

 

[wolfs rain]

Wolf held the door to the basement open from the new girl. "No matter what the mission be escorting a rich asshole to assassinations, you will always have a weapon" after the girl entered the basement she closed the door behind door. "You got spunk, I give you that but he is not the person to mess with. You get one save from me and you already used yours. She made her way to a solid steel door with a card reader and slid her card into it. She waited a few seconds until the door unlocked. She swung it open revealing a large armory filled with all kinds of weapons. In the very front was a silver attache case with a modified psg1 sniper rifle in it.

 

[spoopily]

Gwendolyn walked in through the door frame with a small thank you. Got to keep it polite after totally butting heads with Pervert Boy. Maybe a one sided kind of butting heads. More of a small black kitten hissing at a black panther with a cigarette in it's mouth. She blinked at such a weird analogy, fitting some how. Never mind that, time to listen to whatever she had to say.

She made a face elsewhere so Wolf wouldn't see it. Rich asshole? She could agree as well, but it was interesting to see how the lower classes feel about them. Of course, she didn't think of it to be positive, for good reasons. "Understandable." She murmured.

She got slightly scolded by Wolf, and she knew the reasons. That was a fault, having a sharp tongue with people. Hearing the 'one save' thing immediately counted her out as an ally of some sort. Damn, if it's that way then. "It's fine, what's he going to do? Slice my throat?" She paused. "He can't do that, right?" He was the last person to think he would harm her physically, as if she'd allow it. She had her fair share of kick-ass, and she found that guy to be a clown.

Gwen, witnessing the opening of the doors all grand and whatnot, she stared at the array of weapons. "Well then." She always has to have a sort of gun, of course, it's just BAM BAM you're dead. Guns could over power any melee weapon in a heart beat, unless you've got a literal body of steel. Gwen didn't have that.

That front one looked very interesting. "What about this one?" She reached towards it, picking it up. "Oof. ... I'm rather rusty." Yeah, right, you only use pistols baby-face. There's no rust for you to have.

 

[wolfs rain]

Wolf sighed. "That would be my rifle. I've had that thing from before I joined the guild." She walked around to one of the racks and pulled out a stock version of the rifle she grabbed her rifle and held out the stock one. "Its going to be about 10 pounds heavier." She slung her rifle over her shoulder as she made her way out of the armory over to the range. "Your going to take a few shots here so I can assess how you shoot it and custom fit it to you."

 

[Cubix]

Haze smiled with a vivid sense of sentimentalism. He remembered when the guild was nothing more than a band of killer mercenaries who would do any dirty job available. This small entertainment room was just a mere hovel with a few, dilapidated tables and chairs. This small group-- the veterans-- they were just young men who chose a different path in life. They weren't as young as they were back then, but their skills haven't aged one bit. They all had pet peeves that made each other shiver in annoyance, but through it all, they were a close-knit band of assassin-brothers. For Haze, each and everyone annoyed him... Face was too much of a smoker and a lecherous dog, Sebastiano was too overprotective and would seem more of a mother than a brother, Crown was weird with his calcium collection-- who knows what kinds of bacteria and other microscopic organisms he might have brought on them with those bones, and even Ghost... who didn't know the definition of taking care of your health. Yep! An annoying bunch, they were, are, and will be. Still, if it weren't for these traits and quirks, these guys wouldn't be the brothers that Haze had come to know.

The conversation went back to normal with Crown giving Haze a friendly and harmless albeit threatening smile. Haze returned the smile with a variant of his own 'try it if you can, scumbag' grin. "Sure, you can come with me." Haze nodded as Face made a comment about the girl having a harem. "The difference between you and I is the simple fact that whenever I see a woman, I think about her health. On the other hand, you, would already be thinking how to get their dress off in less than 5 seconds. Tell me I'm wrong, friend." Haze smiled as he turned around to the armory. "Besides, I have a purpose for checking her... The PhD and the MD in my name entails that I have the credibility to do 'physical examinations'. But hey, we'll never know... she might be the only woman you'll never get, Face." the doctor chuckled softly, before turning back to the table.

"Still... isn't this melodramatic. For the guild's oldest veterans to be gathered in on one table." Haze shrugged his shoulders whilst turning to Ghost. "See? The mission orders are getting scarce. I have a theory, Ghost. Another assassin guild has been constructed, and they offer a lower price than us. They're taking our racket in this location. Another theory would be... our clients have lost confidence in us. One thing I've noticed is that we have a lot of neophytes, but only a few, oh so few, ever improve. They always screw up on mission orders. Remember the latest one who died last week? That neophyte took on an assassination order too quickly. We've been losing clients ever since. The veterans might be strong, but if the neophytes never improve... well, the guild will fall." Haze spoke seriously now, looking at each and every one of the veterans. "The life of this guild is dictated by the skills of the neophytes that enter. Our time as the guild's most powerful assassins is at an end, my brothers. We're the 'has been' category. We're not as young as we used to be. We need to train our neophytes." the medic suggested, feeling a surge of bloodlust within, but as quickly, he shoved it down.

 

[spoopily]

Gwendolyn furrowed her eyebrows. "Uh." She didn't really have much to say herself. She switched the guns and sighed at the lightened cargo in her arms. Maybe it was like shooting a pistol too, maybe. Just like with a little chin action? She blinked as Wolf suddenly disappeared, but it seemed that she just moved along towards some time of shooting range. She hesitated, before getting into position.

"Like this?" Her form wasn't sloppy, but unsure and mediocre.

 

[DANAsaur]

"You've got to be kidding me" Yvonne muttered under her breath as she dashed through the streets. She just finished a mission a couple of hours ago, peacefully making her way to the bar when she felt something following her.

Now she was running for her dear life, jumping, dashing, tumbling; she did everything she need to do just to lose it and yet, here she is still running away. With a frustrated sigh, she turned a quick left to a street and ran to the bar, quickly shutting the door after she came in.

Bark. Bark. Bark.

She jolted back and clutched her chest out of surprise. "That goddamned dog is still following me!" she snapped, blocking the door with a chair, her mismatched eyes burning with anger and fear. She hated dogs, end of discussion. Panting, she walked over to the bar and leaned her head to the counter "Can I have an Earl Grey tea and some scones please?" she asked politely, looking at Sebastiano, her cheek mushed up on the counter "Oh hey guys. Didn't see you there." she waved lazily to Ghost and the gang.

She's been a member of the guild for years now and known in the field as the Owl. Just like an owl, she is very observant and very silent when killing her prey. She likes to observe them, study them before slicing them with scissors.

Grumbling, she heard the dog bark once again. "God, I hate dogs"she mumbled then shouted "LEAVE ME ALONE!"​

 

[Banana-senpai]

"Oh, come on... I wasn't in there for that long. Okay, I was there since yesterday, but the point is... Never mind." Haze chuckled lightly. "Cholesterol levels could be high with these pastries. Is this your subtle way of killing us, friend?"

Sebastiano laughed as he turned and leaned on the counter by his elbows, bending like a lazy cat and he took another cookie. "You know me, Haze. I wouldn't be that gentle if I wanted you all dead. My love for you guys would earn you my best concoctions." He winked. Haze must have been joking about how Sebastiano had once done his Case through cookies. His target died with everyone assuming it was really heart attack. That man was one of Sebastiano's favorite Cases even if Ghost had to remind him that they had deadlines to follow. Sebastiano loved to make his Cases suffer in all kinds of ways with poisons and drugs, hence the name Venom.

"She's barely been here an hour, but you've already started flirting, Sebby?" Face joked.

"I'm making her feel welcome, Smokey." Sebastiano said with a mock sagely nod. "Don't wanna freak newbies. It's all about good impression."

"The gang's all here, then." Ghost mused. Sebastiano smiled pleasantly and moved the platter of cookies closer to the Guild leader. Before Sebastiano could come up with a witty comeback, Crown of Teeth entered, looking confused. "Crown! Good to see our favorite boner-ahem-bone collector. Have a cookie? A drink? Man, today's Come-Out-Of-Your-Cave day."

As soon as he finished his cookie, Owl came right in, looking very frazzled. Sebastiano already knew what she wanted. "I've warm scones in the kitchen, lemme go get them. I also have some Devonshire cream or jam, whichever you want with it." He playfully lifted her head and put a knitted coaster under her cheek before putting her head down again. "Guys, just say if you want drinks!" He went off to brew her tea as he pulled out his phone and busily swiped on it.

When he got out, he served Owl her tea and scones. "By the looks on your face, chamomile would have done you better. And cakes."

He came in just in time to hear Haze talking about his concern for the guild. Sebastiano grinned; Haze isn't usually like this. "Hey speak for yourself, I'm forever young. And the real problem lies with the increasing hype on security. Even making Contracts with us is getting really hard. We can train a million newbs and still vanish if we're all burned."

 

[wolfs rain]

Wolf quietly observed the girl before gently pushing the rifle and watching it move. "Your body language and for tell me you've had no practice with long range rifles." She unsung her rifle and got into position. Her for was so exact that she could look like the postcard for a sniper. "Go head and push against my rifle."

 

[DoomyCakez]

@Cubix @King of Lunacy @AshenAngel @DANAsaur @Mippu


Face twirled his cookie in his hand in momentary silence, listening to the exchange between Haze and Crown with a disinterested stare. He visibly deflated, boredom already starting to eat away at the edges of his psyche. He was visibly lacking the noted sentimentality that the others shared, not that he did not feel it. Face was slightly more secretive to his softer emotions, preferring to bottle them up inside rather than having them laid out before the others...He saw them as weak...maybe that's why he usually came across as a asshole. He was slightly more guarded, having a natural joking nature; however, there was always something there...like a mask...as second face...always hiding his true intention.

His brooding nature was interrupted by Ghost's voice sounding softly beside him. It had been nothing more than a mumble, being that the Boss never talked much; however, Face had heard every word. He scoffed, leaning forward on the bar and resting his elbows on the polished surface. "Damn right. Give me a day and I'll find something else to bitch about, gramps." He brushed his hand once more through his messy locks, pushing them from his face in an attempt to tame their unruly nature; however, as his hand fell the hair fell back into place, luscious and thick. He continued to fumble with his cookie, half-lidded grey stare grazing over the bumpy brown surface before he glanced up to listen to Sebastiano. With the amount of comments pertained to Face's smoking, you would guess that he was a real addict. It was actually quite the opposite. Face did not get addicted, being that he saw it as useless and a sort of impairment on his work. He only smoked on two occasions: After a good mission, and when in the presence of Haze. Since he was usually around the doctor, Face could guess why everyone in the guild thought that was his only pass time. Face only frowned, eyes narrowing into the smallest hint of a steely glare. "Welcome, eh?" Face's expression darkened then, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he twirled the cookie once more. "What Princess needs is a swift kick in the ass and a dose of reality. Did you see how she was acting...Probably from high class, prim and proper folk ya'know. Kid probably does even know how to fight with her bare hands, let alone kill someone." Face brought the cookie to his lips then, taking another bite as he leaned back in the bar stool.

His attention was brought back to Haze as he commented on Face's motives. He would not have been entirely wrong. Face was infamous for many things: His kill record was through the roof, his mission success was nearly perfect, his record nearly spotless of mistakes...He was a true pro...but he did have a weakness. Face had earned his name for a reason and most would say it came from the face that he was rather handsome, able to charm his way out of most situations with little trouble. It was easy for him to seduce, hence the reason most saw him as a lecherous dog...which he was, but being one had helped him in more ways then one. He was a womanizer, a flirt, and indeed a Casanova among the female class...Hell...the ladies always like the bad boys.

Face found himself laughing, shaking his head at Haze. "At least I manage to get ladies. If you pulled your shit together and got your head out of those damn book, you might be able to get lucky once in a while...maybe it will get that stick out of your ass, yeah?" At the sound of the door opening, Face turned to watch Owl as she blocked off the front door with a chair. Loud barking could be heard erupting from the outside, as well as the frantic scratching of a pissed off hound. Face's eyebrow raised, his smile melting away slightly as he teased Owl. "Getting more admirers now, are we Owl? That's such a shame...and here I thought I was the only man for you..." He sighed with fake jealousy, clutching a hand over his heart. He turned away after a moment, listening on Haze and Sebastiano's concerns. Face rather agreed with himself, being that he was having to pick up a lot of the slack to try and keep the customers happy. He frowned, waving his half eaten cookie as he complained. "It's the kids these days, I fucking swear. They come in here thinking that this is some sort of game; thinking 'Oi, I'm big'n bad since I got a fancy gun in my hands'. You can't train fucking idiots like that. This world's getting soft, I tell you what!" He sat his cookie aside, spinning around in his bar stool and leaning his back against the bar. "I say we start really testing the fuckers. Let me take the Newbie on the next mission I go on. That would definitely test if she's up to it." Face was mainly offering his services because he had done it many times before...and every Newbie that did have the 'pleasure' of going on a mission with him, either ended up shot, dead, or quitting. Face was a true hard ass, and he had earned his place for a reason....He only accepted the hardest missions.​

 

[spoopily]

Gwendolyn sighed, she was caught. It was true, she guessed. No use hiding it anyways, how was she going to learn and get better then? "Yeah..."

She stepped in and did as told, pushing against her rifle.

 

[wolfs rain]

Wolf smiled as the didn't budge. "Your form is is supposed to be solid as a rock." She stood back up. And picked up both rifles as she brought them over to a workbench. "I can have your rifle done in a few hours. I could use a spotter on my next mission."