THROW SOME PERM ON YOUR ATTITUDE ♦ Black Rose x Basilisk Fang

As one of the newer members of Black Rose, Artemis had been pleasantly surprised to be brought along to such an event. A meeting, with a dark guild. Now that was interesting. For starters, they were riding on a friggin' dragon. A Dragon! Sure it was their guild master in that form, but still, it felt pretty awesome to Art. As they landed in the mountains of Mount Hakobe, arriving before the guild named as Basilisk Fang, he hoped off. Running a hand through her thick red hair. Art let out a little whistle as they arrived at the fortress, it actually reminded him a little of home, only admittedly somewhat bigger. The sight of it didn't bother him that much, because he wasn't about to run into any members of the Dagger clan here.

Art strutted in alongside his guild members, his expression one of pure cocky defiance. This was right up his street, and he was about to fall right into his element. Walking forward in his black jacket and loose jeans, maroon trainers and a baggy black tank top. He listened as who he presummed was the leader of Basilisk greeted Izayuki, enquiring that they weren't here for the purpose of trouble. He looked over at the blonde mage known as Lilium. Another stunning babe, Black Rose seemed to be full of those and he was loving every second of it. He had been careful not to put any major moves on his fellow guild members yet, but boy was he finding it hard. Even his guild master was smoking, although she could probably kill him in an instance. It 'd be worth it though. He thought casually, he grinned at the 'trouble' remark. "I can't make any promises," He said offering the blonde mage a wink, before looking back at the dark guild members.

At the suggestion of alcohol, Artemis clapped his hands together loudly, "Now that's more like it, I'll have a beer!" He said, someone quickly brought him over the bevarage. He took a sipped, enjoying the cool drink. He lipped the foamy head off his lips, "Not bad, but the stuff we have at homes better." He offered with a challenging smirk.

KIRU NIVANI

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In all of her years, Kiru could not once for the life of her think of a more inadvisable, reckless, stupid plan. Yes she was fully aware of Black Rose's ultimate goal on overthrowing the magic council... But the guildmaster had neglected to inform the guild ace on the specifics until very recently... And for good reason. Kiru was not having any of it. In all the years she had served the guild, today was one of the very few days the split coloured woman actually showed any sort of emotion... And it wasn't that subtle either. Her eyes were narrow the entire time, her mouth drooped in a grimace and her arms crossed. How could this happen? How could everyone seem so calm and collected about this? They were a guild built on the notion of making the kingdom of Fiore a better place not only for wizards, but for everyone as a whole. And to do that, Izayuki's plan was to get help from a guild notorious for terrorism and murder? This was by far the most insane plan that Kiru had seen the girl concoct. It was insulting even. It went against everything Kiru stood for. She had fought, bled, and nearly died to stop people like this... And now Izayuki wanted to become 'friends' with them. It made her sick.

The only reason Kiru agreed to come was to provide extra security. She had no interest in conversing with anyone from the dark guild, or anyone from her own for that matter. She was far too angry to talk to anyone. And that much was visibly clear on the woman's expression. Kiru didn't even follow the rest of her guild inside the criminal's nest. Instead she opted to stay outside. The woman figured if the guild got into trouble she would be close enough to charge in and provide assistance. But the longer she stayed outside, the longer she had the urge to just leave. How could something like this even happen? It was as if everyone in her guild just dropped reason and blindly followed Izayuki into the lion's den. As angry as Kiru was towards Iza, she was even more so at the rest of her guild. None of them appeared to be the slightest concerned about what was happening. It's not like this was a secret to anyone of them either. This was a dark guild. Basilisk Fang designed and made weapons for others to purchase and misuse. Their leader was a wanted criminal. Combined, their guild was responsible for the deaths of hundreds, maybe thousands of innocents over the years... And all of it for personal benefit. What kind of low did Black Rose need to sink too in order to request help from this group of people? Kiru only wanted to help overthrow the magic council so that their replacement would be better suited to deal with these dark guilds. They were the biggest reason Fiore was in constant danger... And here was Kiru's guild. Entertaining them. Drinking with them... And negotiating a deal with them. Was Kiru the only sane person left on this god forsaken mountain? By this point she couldn't tell anymore. When the woman had first heard about the plan, she was highly against it. She tried to talk Iza out of it, but nothing seemed to work. Kiru was confident Black Rose was fully capable of seeing their plan through without employing the help of these murderers. Despite this, Izayuki still opted to come out here and entertain their interests. Whatever deal she made with them would proceed to benefit the Dark guild as well. And that would only cause more people to die, and quite frankly this deal would come back to bite the guild in the ass. None of them could be trusted. They all belonged in cells...

Eventually the cold began to get to Kiru. Being a water mage, she had a special distaste for the frozen weather. Finally she overcame her urge to stay outside, and forced her way through the doors. Exactly what she had expected. They were all talking with one another. Black Rose and Basilisk Fang. Allies. Well, maybe not quite, but they certainly didn't appear as enemies. Kiru said nothing as she walked in. She came inside only for the warmth. That was it. She had no interest in talking with any one of these criminals, let alone anyone from her guild. Izayuki most of all. Despite being friends for most of their lives, Kiru couldn't force herself to give anything positive to the tanuki. The pink haired girl knew Kiru's stance on this matter, yet they were here anyways. It felt as though they had all willingly betrayed the guild itself... Kiru would only take a seat in a corner table and stare ahead at both guilds. Her eyes narrow, and her mouth frowning... Particularly at Izayuki.

There was no reward for loyalty it seemed.

Art noticed the little brunette with different coloured eyes glaring at him, it seemed Basilisk Fang had a few babes of their own to show off. He found himself greatly amused by the look she was offering him, he knew it well. Art had witnessed that look on the faces of hundreds of women, that defiant disgust of a seeing a man that was so naturally flirty and enjoyed the presence of the fairer sex. It offended him in no way, if anything it just spurred him on. What did he care if she didn't like his demeanour, she meant nothing to him. He smiled mischievously, showing her his top row of teeth before running his tongue along them seductively. Knowing this would bring no pleasure to a woman like her.


Hearing Victoria agreeing with him, he offered her a cheers before taking another swig of his beers. Art watched as there was a little to and fro between the guild members, smirking when the ever so sexy Jiyu got involved. Looking fine as ever, he pulled his gaze away from her trying to read the room. So they were here to discuss the possibility of alliance, now that was interesting. The snakes they were currently standing amongst were a dark guild after all. He was tempted to go and sit with the guild master and listen in. But it wasn't his place, he was new and that's the exact sort of thing his Grandfather would had wanted him to do. Instead he opted for an option that appeared like a much more fun and 'Artemis' way of doing things. It was clear they weren't suppose to start any fights, although he may have been tempted. A pub brawl did wonders for entertainment, but alas he was behaving himself, sort of.

It was due to this reason that Art made his way across the bar, strutting across the room with his usual confident demure. Not the least bit face by the fact he was stepping into the part of the room where less of his guildmates had converged. He didn't exactly need their protection, plus jumping right into the snake-pit seemed the most exciting option. He moved over to the guy that had mentioned a 'stash', pulling up a seat next to him. Briefly eying the clearly drunken girl next to him who offered cookies. He chuckled lightly, a girl after his own heart, at least they seemed like they might actually know how to have fun. He looked up at the purple haired guy, "I'll take a round of that special stash, It's been a while since I've drunken someone under the table." He told him with a challenging smirk, his voice dripping with arrogance.