Bothersome Idiots [Job] [Aseroth]

Job:

Among the crowds of people, a particular foreigner seemed to stand out. Her silver hair drew the eyes of those who passed by, and her violet-red eyes perked the interests of many. Her immodest clothing also did nothing to help her blend in the crowd. Even so, the object of all the attention seemed to relish the attention she was receiving. Indeed, she was smirking, quite pleased with herself. As people glanced at her, like a sponge, she soaked it all in. Oh, how she relished the attention. But the attention soon shifted away from her. It gazed fearfully at the commotion among the crowd. To two pairs of swinging muggers.

With one glance towards Aquila, they approached her quickly, unaware of whom they were messing with. Sighing, Aquila quickly darted away from the incoming attacks. When one managed to slash wildly at her, she speedily returned the attack with a hard kick to the gut. She watched her target wince and stumble back with a smug grin. She warned him in a sing-songy voice not to underestimate her. Without missing a beat, Aquila quickly spun around and intercepted an incoming attack. Grinning wildly, she threw back her body, only to rush towards her opponent and knock him over. With a few swift punches, she knocked him out.

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word count: 218/1000

Magoi: 90/90
Stamina: 110/110

Strolling down the streets of the capital passing many small housing districts. Aseroth, having his arms on the top of his head walking a high step like a modern child. Just taking in the secerny from the people outside either protesting against the new emperor Yoshiro, yelling at the top of there lungs to sponsor their shop, or just making a small comment to the newly equated position as a new soldier for Kou. Coming to one of the many shopping districts of Kou capital, narrowing his eyes at the growth of the coward as something was a must by a near by stall. Aseorth speaking out from the back of the coward, the voices of many just yelling the same thing of ' Ohhhh!! She's pretty strong ' or ' Its the rebels attacking again '.

Pushing the people aside gently not to hurt them. " Kou Empire Soldiers!! MOVE Aisde or be pushed away " speaking loud enough for the people to hear him, the large coward rocking him back and forth while hovering over them. Roaming through the coward would be one rebel, a dagger pressed beneath his belt and behind his left leg. Creeping toward Aseroth being just at 4 m away from him in the cover of people watching the young female fight the other rebels. Aseroth walking forward noticing the other Rebels and Female engaged in combat would shout once more, " Drop your weapons and give up easily or face the consequences of your action. ". Getting in the range of 2 m from the hidden rebel he took action and Jabbed his blade forth at the lower calf muscle of Aseroth left side  through the legs of the coward. Turning to face the rebel, blood trickling down the calf as the dagger pierced the skin and dug into the calf about 1 c/m inside his leg. Aseroth turning to his left enraged at the rebel striking instant fear into him making him short stumble backward Sending his right fist toward the Rebel whom stumbled on the ground the fist smashing  to his temple instantly knocking him out and causing a hairline fracture to the skull. Leaving him on the ground, turning to look back at the other two rebels left and the female just standing there with a unconscious rebel on the  ground in front of her. His focus on her and the rebels.

Word Count: 400
Stamina: 170/170
Magoi: 30/30

Aquila never did appreciate others interrupting her fights. She despised "acts of valor" to save the "defenseless lady" - Which she obviously wasn't, by the way! She was perfectly capable of defending herself - and leaving a heavy blow to her enemies. Her work required her to be more than just a capable fighter, though. It required precision, a state of greater apathy, and the ability to set in motion a devious plan. Aquila met all the requirements and more. She excelled in the arts of acting, and even those who knew her best barely knew her. Anyone could claim they knew everything about her, but nobody except herself could back up that claim.

The man who jumped in her fight swiftly knocked out one of her opponents. Her possessive nature flared in indignation. But her far more logical side prevented her from barrelling towards the man and murdering him out of cold blood. With an ally or at least someone who shared a common enemy with her, she could reserve more energy and not waste as much on mere shrimps such as the muggers. With this, and only this in mind, the silver-haired woman reluctantly allowed the man to continue fighting with her. She hoped he felt honored and lucky, for she never allowed just anyone to fight with her, as an equal. Such a person had to be incredibly special. This man wasn't incredibly special but even so, Aquila was letting him fight with her. That in itself made him incredibly special.

She flung her knife in the direction of the incoming rebel. The handle of her blade had jutted out of the foolish man's body before she ripped it away. The stupid mugger staggered back, covering his stomach with his hand. As she stepped towards the man, she detected movement rushing towards her. At the last second, she spun around and, surprisingly, deflected the attack, glaring at the "surprise" attacker. She was quite irritated that he had interrupted her. She showed her frustration by telling the man off angrily. Being the wonderfully kind person she was, Aquila stabbed him in the right knee. She smirked when he doubled over in front of her, annoyingly unaware of the opportunity he was presenting her. With a tch, she slammed the handle of her blade into his head, bringing the unlucky man down.

She spun around and focused her attention on the last and remaining man, who stared at her in trepidation. She threw back her head in delight and cackled. When she finished her evil laugh, she was wearing a mischievous and twisted grin that naturally sent shivers down most of her audience and especially her target. She arrogantly strutted towards him, making him tremble and clumsily back up. Her eyes twinkled maliciously, obviously pleased that he was frightened of her. The death that they seemed to promise and her almost prolonged steps made her appear like the devil prepared to torture a soul. Her words certainly didn't do anything to comfort the man.

Softly, she purred, "Hope you enjoy the sweet taste of death."

Without hesitance, she bolted for him. He quickly rushed away from the obviously angry young woman after him, but soon found himself at the end of her blade. His eyes were wide with fear when they met her cold and sinister eyes.

"Goodbye, you good for nothing scumbag," Aquila hissed.

She dealt a fierce blow to his head. The unfortunate man would never breathe after that.

Aquila stepped away from the now dead man and spun towards the man with the long, dark hair. The gleam of death was evident in her eyes and the way she walked towards him. When she was finally up in his face, her wicked smile evaporated, and her eyes loosened their death glare. They lightened and seemed to sparkle cheerfully, and her smile brightened exceedingly. She offered her hand out to him, gazing at the stranger expectantly. Not really waiting for him to meet her hand, she introduced herself, though she kept her hand out.

"Hi there! Thanks for helping me, even though I didn't need any help. I'm Aquila! Who are you?" she chirped.

Despite her cheerful attitude, Aquila was seething inside. Being such a fantastic actor and having been one since she was a child, there were no signs that she was angry. But Aquila was. She forced herself to think lightly, but underneath it all, deep down, she was burning with hot rage. Aquila had been particularly angry that he had gotten in the middle of her fight when he had no business interfering. She really had wanted to fight the muggers on her own. He didn't even end up being helpful. Aquila desired for revenge, but for that reason, she did not allow herself to immediately attack the target of her annoyance.

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word count: 1065/1000

Magoi: 90/90
Stamina: 110/110

Pushing aside one more citizen, clearing the path for him to step forward. Noticing the dead bodies of the smuggleres and than the blooded weapon of the lady whom they attacked were in front of him. Indirectly stepping to the side of her to round of the dead bodies and one unconscious smuggler he knocked out basically almost  killed from his bare fist. " Alrighf people, take your leave or return to regular business. Nothing more to see here, The soldiers will take care of the rest from here on out. " Assorth shouted out standing behind the woman, still not paying any mind to her yet.

Haven't evacuated the coward from the two, he'd come back to stand in front of the sliver haired female. Looking her directly in her eyes examining and studying the sudden change in her mood and tone, just seen her whole other personality when she slaughtered the two man. Disregarding that for the moment keeping the thought at the back of his mind, placing a small frown at the edge of his mouth, extending his right hand out to shake hers properly. " Hi Indeed... Madam Aquila, you sure didn't seem to need my assistance. Nor did you have to effortlessly slaughter these men. " He explain without giving his name to her, still looking dead into her eyes.

As he made the eye contact with her he felt an very temperamental embodiment or other kind of darkness from her, the red depth just making him sink further into them. ' Aquila... Aquila... I'll remember this name, she seems rather Ughh.. distorted, not quite the term to use, but something... just something appeals to my thoughts. ' Thinking about her eyes, but more importantly trying to firgure out why she came up to him. " My apologizes, Aseortb, my name Madam Aquila. I must commend your battle skills firstly, than secondly admire your red eyes. They remind me of heritage, but that's later chatter. "

He complement her eyes and prowess in battle, letting go of her hand gently, now just explain her firgure and outfit. Wondering what she might be doing in Kou, just assuming she not an respective native from Kou. ' She looks like she could be from Reim, Balbadd, or Magnostadt, the noble type of look she has really presents her statue, but she seems to not look the part when she's fighting, something interesting indeed once more. ' thinking to himself, now placing his arms on top of one another left on top of right folded, easily going into his Kimono. Looking down at her pale skin, trying to think of which place is more common on pale skin, but only coming up with images from what books told him haven't actually visited any places before hand. Still studying her, but coming up with nothing more than just a few thoughts, eventually looking at the soldiers carry away the dead smugglers and the one in horrible condition be tranported away to barracks.

Word Count: 500
Stamina: 170/170
Magoi: 30/30

Aquila followed the gaze of the man who called himself Aseroth towards the muggers. Much to her pleasure, the live ones seemed tired, bedraggled, and in horrible conditions. Courtesy of herself, of course. Poor, poor men. They were surely regretting messing with her. Silly people, as if she'd be that easy to attack. Daughter of nobility she was, but she could certainly fight. And fight she would if it came to it. If only they weren't so pitifully stupid. Oh wait, they were. Poor idiots. Perhaps now they had learned their lesson? Don't mess with Aquila Lukios, unless they were prepared to fight.

She glanced back at Aseroth and waved at him.

"Well, I guess I should be off! Nice meeting you," she cheerfully told him.

With a soft laugh, she entered the crowd and mixed with them until she was out of sight.

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" Well I suppose that clears up the smugglers issue, floating around the barracks no one wanted to take responsibility of. " Aseroth said to himself without saying goodbye to Aquila, just noticing her disappear into the coward of people also instantly. Noticing her glance back at him, he felt something like just perked his interest, knowing one day they could meet again. ' I want to test her combat ability one day as a comrade and a friend, habouring no hard feelings after such a battle ' outing quite a smile on his frowned face, his iris becomifg dull once more turning to face the coward waving his hands in the air. Signaling them to advoid the area, while walking away from the site to leave to the other guard becoming off duty.

Word Count: 130