Amira. {Job}

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Job Detail:

Maverick:

It may have been fall, but it wasn’t for Balbadd. It had the atmosphere definitely for the season as of recently, and it caused for him to wear his hood. The day unlike most has been drizzling, and the sun covered by clouds high above in the sky. On a perfect day, the sun would been breaking through the clouds easily, and dancing along the pavement warming it up to scorching heats. Someday’s he couldn’t stand the rain, and at worst storms. Niklaus, just didn’t like this setting, but that wasn’t going to stop him from being out and about trying to make a name for himself. With, or without his relatives, or anyone's help.

Hands slid into his pockets, feets splashing into puddles, and his head over his sternum as he slouched over letting rain drops hit the bangs of his hair. Walking at a fast pace compared to others around him, he found himself nearing the docks where a request board was spoke of. “ Can’t stand this rain. ” He spoke quietly, and soft. The boyish, and young amber eyes peeked from the wet yellow locks. As he stepped up to the notice board. A dashing cart came through kicking up rubble, and gravel leaving a medium size wave of water to rush across the back of Niklaus coat. Soak, and now agitated nothing more could piss him off, than not be able to find a notice on the notice board. Rainy days proved to give him many ‘issues’.

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Huffing. Each breathe in, came out a cloud of visible smoke. The temperature seemed to have dropped. Looking down at the stone with both eyes closed. A soft mellow voice came across the patter of rain. Each droplet hitting behind him, the sound of words travelled into his ears with the first wave. " Can't find a job? Balbadd has been a bit dry of crime lately, or at least public crimes. Unless you want to count all the homeless people fighting in the slums, of course." The rain seemed to keep it hidden, but clear as day. Niklaus, lifted his head. Familiar with bad omens was this lady, with the large hat. Amira. Niklaus, had a feeling he’d run into her, literally and figuratively.

“...” Seemed the only thing she carried was a thunderous presences, and a killer instinct. Literally. Damp hair, soaked clothes, and Amira. Rain was certainly making it better, as her approach was near. “I might be able to figure something out for you, if you'd be willing to take me on such adventure.” That hit his ears. Not only was he wet, but now outspoken killer? Wanted to accompany him. Not under her lead neither, but his. Niklaus, day must’ve gone wrong, and with silence it could get better. Holding up his right arm at  right angle, and signalling for her to come towards him by bending his fingers. “ Find a job. You can come. ” His manner of speaking was silent, and unlike when they met. If she noticed, he was just giving her commands. Whether she took them, or not, Niklaus would only move himself underneath the large hat she wore, bending down to allow him to be near her body. “ …. “ Not excusing himself, or really saying anything. He dislikes rain.

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