The Warden & The Bird [Job]

Diana had been wandering around a town that was nearby the city. There was enough space to drag Pluto around without disturbing any daily life. Those brave enough moved under his legs and those who were wary were able to move aside. It had only been a short time since she left the battlefield. Things had calmed down for the time being but it still wasn’t over. Phobos was sitting on top of Pluto. He held a large straw hat over his head to shield himself from the blazing sun. She hadn’t planned on having him stick around for long. Only until she found him a proper home. Diana fanned herself with a plain paper fan. It was hot.

The town they were in had soldiers scattered about. However, their loyalty seemed to lie more with the booze that wet their lips than the emperor they swore to. As she passed by a nearby group of plastered drunks, one of the civilians tripped. Naturally, they laughed at his mistake. Diana found this distasteful. It seemed he got up by himself before spouting something about revenge. The men seemed amused by the situation but were soon absorbed back into themselves. She walked up to him out of concern. “Hey. Are you alright?” she asked, looking up at his face. He was young and his eyes were filled with energy.

"Ah... that's good." Diana smiled warmly towards the boy. Pluto began licking the outside of his mouth when he asked to pet him. His cerulean eyes were fixated on Trently. "Don't pet him. He will bite." She placed her hand on top of his muzzle to ensure nothing bad would happen of the exchange. People liked to pet him regardless of how dangerous he was. "I'm Diana." She hadn't expected him to give her his name. But she figured she would do the same out of courtesy. The eyes that traveled down to her chest didn't go unnoticed but she stayed silent, rolling her eyes. Boys will be boys or so her father told her in the past. Just as she thought they would make conversation, Trently was already ready to depart. "Bye," she said. The conversation ended quickly. There wasn't much more for her to say. However, his little mission was intriguing. She signaled Pluto to sit as she trailed as quietly as possible behind Trently. It was only curiosity that guided her.

They ended up approaching the tavern's bar. Diana stopped at a nearby table, sitting herself down. A man she sat next to began to lean into her. "Heya missy. Y'come 'round here often?" She wasn't ever in the mood to respond to any romantic attempts. His breath was heavy and reeked of a strong alcohol. He wasn't any handsome either. She was trying to spy on the clumsy boy but she couldn't quite see over the man. "You're in my way. Move." Diana took her hand to his face and pushed him down and practically off the bench. Every time he tried to get up, she would push him down again. This gave her full view and some entertainment for the other folk at the table. They drunkenly cheered her on and laughed at the poor man, spilling their drink everywhere.

It seemed that the young man had noticed she was watching him. She saw it in his body language. However, in the blink of an eye, he was gone. "Interesting..." Her lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she gazed curiously around the room. She had a feeling that it was her that was being hunted. As she turned her body, he would suddenly appear in front of her. Out of reflex, she jumped slightly backwards. Diana began to chuckle as she picked up a cup of ale on the table and began pouring it over his head. She felt oddly playful today. Perhaps it was his influence. "You really got me good," she laughed, pressing her index and middle finger against his forehead.

Her attention shifted to the entrance of the tavern as the doors swung open. An attractive, violet haired man walked through. His whole appearance was clean and proper. It made him stick out like a sore thumb. One of the men in the tavern had called him an old man. How old was he? Diana rubbed her eyes to see if she was just hallucinating. He certainly did not look old to her. The man looked as young or even younger than she. His gaze drifted over to her and Trently. Diana wrapped her arm around Trently's shoulders. "You think he's checking me out or you?" she asked, playfully pulling on his ear.

Diana was glad that Trently was enjoying himself. She was having a good day. The purpled haired man began to walk towards them after giving them a few looks. Trently was the first of the two to speak up to the man. The man replied back, "I'm no kid, kid! I know who you are! Y-you're u-uh Y-yanaihara's son, aren't ya? I know who you are! Aye! Do me a favor how bout it? Can you rough up my men and teach em they shouldn't be drinking on the job? I need to get them ready for future conflicts but they're always in this damned bar drinking! I'm not really a fighter, I'm more of a strategist and those are my men! Anyway, I'll pay you if you manage to make em get back to work!" He needed them to teach his men a lesson. Diana peered over to the bar and noticed three men who were causing a bit of trouble. Not just for the man but for others as well. She rolled her eyes at them and brought her attention back to Trently and the man. He asked her with confidence if she wanted to help him. Diana was unsure but she nodded her head in agreement.

As he unsheathed his blade, Diana would panic for a moment, rushing to grab for his wrist. But in curiosity, she pulled her hand back and decided to watch what he would do. There was no reason to kill any of those men and there was something about him that told her he wouldn't harm them. Not much, at least. As Trently approached the group of men, briefly smacking them on the head, they barely seemed to notice him. Diana tilted her head, still watching Trently deal with them. He seemed as lighthearted as ever. Nearly comical. She couldn't help but laugh a bit at him. The crowd began to cheer him on as the fight started.

She got up from the bench she was seated on and walked over towards the brawl. Trently placed a deep cut into the mans shoulder. Diana began to grow weary yet the situation began to simmer down as the man begged him in fear. She was glad that the man didn't spill any unneccessary blood despite the cut being questionable. There were two men left out of the group, uneasy as to whether they should help their comrade or not. They stumbled drunkenly towards Trently but Diana stopped them in their tracks by stepping in front of them.

"You're not going anywhere. Get back to work or-," she said, stopped mid sentence by a damp hand attempting to push her to the side. Diana huffed, grabbing the two men by the ear and dragging them towards the purple haired man. "Apologize." The two had mumbled a bit, groaning in pain from her vice grip. She threw them onto the floor and placed her feet on their hands, locking them in place. "I think it is best if they took the day off to think about what they've done to you. Apologies," she said. Diana would then smack them both on the back of their head with enough force to knock them out. "I'm sure they won't mess with you again. If they do, I'll be in town. Just ask around for Corvus." Diana slipped the purpled haired man a piece of paper with her name on it as a courtesy. She didn't expect to get paid for this favor but it would be nice if he did.

With both of their duties done, it was about time for them all to leave. Diana wasn't in the mood to drink nor to mingle. However, she had fun in the odd events that unfolded. Trently looked back at them before he left, saying his goodbyes after the man gave him his share of the money. "It was nice meeting you as well! I hope our paths cross as well!" She shouted out towards him over the commotion in the building, waving her hand as he left. Diana would wait a while before she left herself, paying her tab at the bar and grabbing a bite for Pluto. As she exited, the purple haired man gave her a bit of money. She smiled and thanked him before getting on Pluto and continuing her journey.