Tiny, But Deadly(open, social)

The small boy was running along the rooftops, the moon shining down on him, turning his dirty white hair to a bright silver. His old, badly mended clothes flapped behind him, turned a ghostly white from their dirty gray by the moonlight. The boy lept a gap between rooftops, landing roughly on the next roof. He growled aloud, frustrated by his own short legs and their inability to carry him over large gaps easily. His own fragile body was limiting to him, which was more than a little frustrating. He adjusted the thin strip of bandage that served as a headband,green eyes surveying his surroundings as he lept from the roof to the ground below.

The night was young; all is silent in Hargeon town as civilians return to their homes to seek refuge from the cold night. A fog obstructed vision and mists of moist vapor slithered through the cobblestone roads as a result of a town that sits near the ocean. Dubhlainn had just finished his task to perform maintenance for the Hargeon Mayor and was paid with a good sum some money that can afford him much more assets that he can use in the near future. He put away the bag of jewels into his russack and lifted it up on his back as he traverses down what now appears to be streets that are abandoned, of course at this time it was supposed to be.

The veteran had no said a word and only gazed at the moonlight which was the only thing visible in the night sky as clouds attempt to hide it. He stopped to admire its view and exhaled as he remembers his past memories where he used to work simple jobs apart from being a soldier paid to kill, a soldier who was but a mere tool to the ideal innovators.

Mirai was deprived of the luxuries of nature, Earthland to him was a dream and now that Dubhlainn’s bond with his earthland master is broken, he has no ties and the only thing he had on this world is his membership with Savage Skull and an old wizard who knew him from his days that resided here.

He feigns ignorance of the upcoming assailant that leap through several tall buildings, others would mistake it such thuds as birds pecking on the old brazen wood. Hargeon has recovered but not fully, for when its structure has returned, the economy must grow tenfold to compensate for the assets lost and the expenses paid in order to restore it.

A sea monster controlled by a mistress? Perhaps there’s more to this world than meets the eye.
Dubhlainn walked down the road that would lead to the harbor, guided by the luminosity of the moon.

Inaris was right to worry; in fact they would have the right instincts and kit as a citizen of the underworld which Dubhlainn had recognized. The mist that followed him, his mistress that materialized in the plane of existence seemed to have caught scent of the presence of the boy. While it’s true that the boy was able to sense a high magical power flowing within the two dark mages, only Marceline’s magic was felt while Dubhlainn’s remained inactive, almost as if he was deprived of magical power but that wasn’t the case.

The boy could not sense anything from Dubhlainn at all even if they wanted to, they can see him, hear him, smell him and that was all there is. This was probably the reason why Inaris thought that Dubhlainn could have been a potential target; he sensed nothing from him earlier.

He stopped to glance back and waited for their follower to come out. Would they really have time for this? There’s a soul in Hargeon that needs to be claimed, a candle light that’s about to go off and the two must be present once the breath of life was snuffed out or they would miss its harvest. Dubhlainn was an ideal partner for Marceline when it comes to hunting souls; after all he had possessed “The Messenger’s” powers after all. It’s not everyday someone like Dubhlainn would come around.

“You frightened him Marceline, you could have just let him come out on his own” said Dubhlainn as he turned towards the direction where the boy could have been hiding. Who was Dubhlainn to talk as he sounded a bit more intimidating than Marceline with his gruff voice? When his senses became active and that his guard has been raised, Inaris opportunity to have sneaked up upon him would have been long gone.

“She’s a memory of a long past, she cannot do harm unless fate decides that she would, you are right and that the both of us are just but mere strangers. I am not asking you to come out but I’m curious…. Why do you follow?” He asked.

He understood mercenaries and assailants all too well, after all he is one himself and lived that kind of life for several years but to think that it was a child... tells such sadder story than the Match Girl.

"I've had enough of this..." muttered the boy as he took one of his keys out. Chameleon, the hidden lizard. "Open, Gate of The Hidden Lizard! Chameleon!" Cried the boy. He was sick of this, and he intended to use Chameleons ability to get him out of here. A ring of shadows appeared in front of the boy, a spirit slowly coming into being in the very center of the ring. "You know what to do, Chameleon."

The spirit only grinned, but indeed knew what Inaris meant, so he lightly brushed his master's arm, and the boy slowly began turning invisible from that point. As his master turned invisible, Chameleon himself began to vanish back to his realm, now that his goal had been accomplished. As the boy turned around and tried to run, he took one last look back over his shoulder.

The man's eyebrow was raised as if to question Marceline's answer. For one he cannot blame Marceline for ever fearing of being hunted by the alliance of the Legal guilds as she had made a name for herself. For her to worry about Dubhlainn and herself means a few things, either she had shown great care for the both of them by being overprotective or that it was pride related. Either way, there was a hint of fear there and whatever words Marceline spouted out next was sheer nonsense.

She was being paranoid and it annoyed the hell out of him, it wasn't like her to be like this but perhaps now she's grown aware of the consequences of her actions. Dubhlainn was under the impression that she is bipolar.

Unlike Marceline, Dubhlainn never made a name for himself and avoided as much infamy as possible, which is why he didn't earn the title as one of the coming storm, although he has every qualification to become one as he deems the title meaningless even when worn. All his errands that may involve the Rune Knights would always cause him to mask himself, his identity and any information about his magic. Not even an Archive mage can get a read on him and he gets away with it every time. Nobody knew Dubhlainn as an opponent, he was just as obscure as any other assailant.

But it was because Dubhlainn was a veteran and a freelance assassin that he had no need to fear the incoming shadow that trailed behind him even though he was unaware of it. It was at the last second that both the dark mages noticed the assailant and Marceline had to speak up first, arguing to Dubhlainn and stating the obvious about herself. Dubhlainn is worried about Marceline, if she keeps boasting about how infamous she is, she will get into more trouble.

Then again she wouldn't care that much or probably because of her air-headedness not to avoid too much exposure.

Marceline... she's just too nice that she doesn't even realize it.

"Well aren't you soft?" A reply mentioning about Marceline's worry. She probably had forgotten that Dubhlainn was an assailant himself cause if the boy were to attack Dubhlainn while his back is turned, Inaris wouldn't even continue the attack as he would drown in Dubhlainn's deadly aura of bloodlust that would eventually overwhelm the boy should he have proceeded.

Bloodlust is one of the primary assets of an assassin, they are to be used in bringing terror to their target and must surface the moment they are about to kill or if they are being attacked. Dubhlainn would have choked the boy and nearly incapacitate him if he wanted it but the reason why he choose to be ignorant is because he didn't wanted to and that he wants to see their assassination technique. Marceline wouldn't be scared of Dubhlainn if he brought it out because she knew him but if he remained a stranger to her then she too has every reason to be extremely cautious and afraid of him as well.

She can boast all she wants about him being her henchmen though that isn't always the case. That was because Dubhlainn was a reliable man with a natural sense of death, she needed his talents to seek out the dying and harvest their souls. Dubhlainn need not to give out magical power to perform his talents let alone boast his status as a mage though he doesn't consider himself one.

Perhaps the boy ran away from Dubhlainn even though he barely had spoken but to the eyes of those who would meet Dubhlainn for the first time, magic power would be absent but the aura of bloodlust that may emerge at any time would give them the impression that they would be facing a horrifying monster.

Perhaps another reason why Dubhlainn had suppressed his magical power, a silly excuse to socialize and to show no hostility if not bait them to him.

"Believe me Marceline, yoouu have a natural talent for scarring children." When the child turned invisible, Dubhlainn lost interest. They must meet with the person that is about to die in hargeon in order for Marceline to make her harvest and not waste time but that is if Marceline is willing to entertain herself Dubhlainn would just have to wait.

The boy stopped running when he saw the woman turn into a girl. Did she seriously think that would work on him? He hated women at any age, and he most certainly wasn't the type to play non-lethal games. He sighed, the invisibility already wearing off. This woman wanted to play? Fine. See how she liked Tora.

"Spirits of darkness and chaos, I command thee. Open, Gate Of The Crouching Tiger! Tora!" Called the boy, voice now loud enough to be audible. A ring of shadows appeared, and a small, adorable tiger-boy appeared within it. The spirit, upon seeing Inaris, grinned lazily. The two would have to have some fun... later. First, to see how these two liked what happened when people messed with Tora's master. The spirit was kawaii to be sure, but he was far more fierce than was given credit for.