Fanacorp training, going undercover

Merrze would be lurking around in the hidden cavern, she wondered how she had managed to make it here. This was the original intention of the mission, well it was but she didn't realize that it was the filled with as many as slavers as she thought. She found this place a week ago when following someone who seemed to be a member of the black spiders. She had followed the person here in order to find out what was here, but as she saw more people come in and out over the week. It was obvious the only way to get in there was going undercover and it worked, somehow. The fanalis had dyed her white hair black, and she had also cut her hair short. The most difficult part was also steaming her hair with certain chemicals to cause it to get a slight curl to it, being able to prepare all of this was hard. Most of the week was getting arrangements made so that she would be able to hide her identity. She had also come here as it was apart of some sort of new member gathering. She could just destroy them but she would manage to get no leads if things had gone that way.

She snuck into this base of theirs, she was going to become a member and get the info she needed. Becoming a black spider had disgusted her slightly but it was the only way to get it done. THis was the best way to get all sorts of information, it was the best way to find out how their operation had worked. If she had done that then it would be a lead to Remus, gettiing to Remus would allow her to get her revenge. Thinking about him would make her blood boil but she was keeping her head cool if she could. She wasnt Merrze the mighty fanalis here, she was Ezmir, the beast tamer from balbadd. She was someone who had mastered beasts in order to kill people and kidnap them. But using fluffy was something she couldn't risk, if Merrze was seen with fluffy then it would possibly lead to her down fall if things werent planned carefully and that was for sure. She would not only get harmed herself but so would her canine. Thankfully her friends werent with her in this country, they wouldnt be able to trace any connections even if she was found.

As she sat there in the underground bar there were people looking all around trying to examine one another. Everyone here was here for one of two reasons. And those reasons were one, to get jobs and possibly earn more money by being a slaver, the other being here to join. The black spiders were a good way to earn money, or possibly earn reputation in the underworld. The black spiders were well known and if they rose up in here there was a chance they would be rich and powerful, And today they would get an option to join the black spiders. A they had one method that would allow outsiders to join their organization, And that would be through a brutal test of acquring a high target to make into a slave. If they were  able to take out the high level target then they would be able to prove their worth to the organization. As she waited there a person would appear among the crowd hodling out fliers infront of them all. The man was tall and strong, a beard like a barbarian but the eyes of snake. His look was so piercing and power that there was no way most of the people there could fight him on equal grounds.

"Hello everyone, you see these fliers, these are your targets. If you mange to take out your target then you will get enterance in the organization. But I will warn you, these people can kill you with ease. Most of you will probably die, and might be able to get the same target. SO we have a solution for that, if someone has the same target as you, you can kill them if they killed the target to get enterance. But you need to be able to prove that you killed them and that they killed the target, And proivide both of your fliers in order to show us. Now if you object please tell us now, you may leave but your mind will be erased permanently if yoy do"

After they were done speaking the fanalis would wait until hers was passed out to her, when she got it she would then examine what the target would look like. Thankfully none of these targets were innocent or she wouldnt be able to live with herself for doing this.

The target seemed to be a tall white male, his eyes were dark black with a balding head. According to the sheet he was incredibly strong, some people believe him to be a fanalis but his hair color has neever been seen so it hasnt been proven. The enemy would most likely be strong enough to give her a challenge but she wasnt sure how things were going to go. She wasnt scared of this but if this wasnt one of her own kind then she would be even less happy if she had to kill them. She didnt want to kill her fellow fanalis but anything was possible in this enigmatic scheme that she had to pull off. It would take her full commitment, no matter what she would not betray her beliefs, so if it came to it would be test of how flexible her mind was. She would have to come up with a solution to it if there some sort of struggle or it turned out the man was innocent. After all she only knew his appearance. And that his name seemed to be Mustafa. It was an interesting name but she wasnt trying to be focused on it.

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The girl would be hunting down the man by the name of Mustafa, she had no idea what he was like. There was still the rumor that he was a fanalis or of fanalis decent. Without the proper information she would have to stalk the man watching his every movements. Currently the girl with dyed black hair stood in the market, looking over a selection of citrus, the smell floating into her nostrils. She acted as if she was examining the fruit, checking it's ripeness or if it's size was good enough to be eaten. But in all reality she was keeping her eyes open, looking for the man that would be here target. They scanned all along the area, the people shifting through the sands. Stalls hold various goods from foods, jewelry. The sun shimmering of them into her eyes, thankfully not bright enough to blind her. She blended in, with no weapons in plain sight, her hair dark and skin tan, appearing like a normal Heliohaptian. With eyes scanning far and deep, looking in at every nook and cranny she would notice movement.

She would shift from her current stand, moving to another fruit stand, so that her movements wouldn't seem strange. With an easier view she would see the man Mustafa. From what she had gathered from her information searching around, asking local merchants or exchanging money or other goods from info brokers, he was an assassin. The black spiders must want him dead because he infringed on their business, From what she heard from the merchants he was also known for attacking and killing random civilians that he found a nuisance. She was okay with the killing of the black spiders but this was something she was not okay with, it caused her to bite her lip in anger. She used to kill for no reason, but this man did it too innocents, though it wasn't right in her past she only killed if in combat first. It was possible it was his Fanalis anger, but that did not mean it was right, she would have to kill this man for the crimes he had done.

She would notice him move into the alley, he was previously at an armor stand but decided to walk away by the looks of it. His movements were normal, probably looking how to allocate his funds for combat. Not all that strange as he was a type of warrior, he probably moved into the alley to look for a victim or something. The girl would slowly move through the crowd, making sure to conceal her presence while doing such a thing. Bumping into anyone or making any unnecessary movements. She would see him moving through the alley. Stepping quietly, walls very close, but there was enough space for two of her. As they got farther there would be a rancid smell, there would be trash everywhere. She believed she even saw a pile of feces from someone, it was revolting but she had seen similar before. This scene was not all that unfamiliar to her, in fact it reminded her of her child hood. As these were parts of the slums, a fitting place for her and her target to end up.

As she pursued the man she would see him bumping into people, his anger rising, but most stepped out of the way. The bald man was heavily armored, and carried a large hammer on his back. Most wouldn't want to fight him, considering the reputation the male had acquired for himself. Someone who was very feared, but was also very respected by those in a similar line of work. She kept a distance watching, as there was no reason to attack the man when there were other people around. But their numbers slowly dwindled as they got farther into the slums. It seemed as if they were busy, no possibly hiding from the violent man who walked down the streets. She was extremely strong but she could understand the fear of the people currently. He did seem fearsome, which is why she wanted an enclosed one on one with no one watching, but it seemed that wouldn't be easy to acquire.

While she followed the man bumped into a boy, who feel down with a thud. Unable to move the boy stared up at the goliath in fear. Mustafa just stared down, like a lion looking at it's prey. In anger he would swoop his arm down lifting the boy up by it's neck, he was prepared to kill the child. Slowly he would apply more pressure sucking the life from the child, his tan skin slowly looking paler. The light of life started to fleet, the boy looked in the air, the fear consumed him more than anything at the current moment. There was nothing the child could do to escape, but there was something Merrze could do to save the day.

The lioness would charge the man drop kicking him, causing him to drop the boy and be sent flying, The boy ran, like the wounded animal he was. This would be a fight between the fanalis, and Mustafa would have eyes filled with hate. He didn't like being stopped, especially by someone who he thought was a simple human. He would pull out his hammer, and charge swinging with a great force, the girl ducked in response to his attack. Moving swiftly the girl unsheathed a dagger, which would slash at his throat causing him to bleed out. He would punch her in the arm, breaking it with a single strike. IN rage the fanalis shoved her working right arm into his wound. Burying it deep with in to then grasp the flesh. With a single great pull the girl would rip the head of the man off like it was nothing. As blood splattered her like rain she would wipe it off with cloth, then would put his head in a burlap sack.

Later when she would bring him to the compound she would present the head to the task master along with the flier. With this simple act he would smirk, she would be taken in the back to get a black spider tattoo on her right shoulder. The simple words of the man ringing. She was disgusted as her plan had passed, now it was time to get closer in to organization.

"Welcome to the spiders, we look forward to working together."

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