- Job: Bully the bully
Player Requirements: D-rank and above.
Job Requirements: Minimum of 5 posts of 150 words per character. Must ensure that the bully is dealt with one way or another.
Job Location: Magnolia
Job Description: A kid is having problems dealing with bullies at school and has been collecting as much pocket change to pay fr a job. While it is chump change, the job is to scare the bully away so that the kid can have a decent life. He wants the bully to be scared and will get in trouble if the aggressor is found beaten or dead. Although Dark guilds could by all means choose to forgo the monetary reward and go straight to the extreme.
Reward: 100 Jewels or none if the bully gets hurt.
Continuing his march of merry death and destruction, following the burning down of three houses with people in them that is; Niyol, still possessed by one of his demons of course, had taken a leisurely stroll through the night. Expecting to find some stupid punks, trying to play captain badass while checking each other's cracks for spare drugs, the demons were amused to come across a different sight. At first, they thought merely to kill it and place its body on display for the world to see, but then decided it to be best to have a little fun with their new toy. The demon possessed man walked up to his little ball of fun, a small boy no older than six or seven years who was sobbing while leaning against a lamp post in the park. "What's wrong little boy?" the voices came out, accompanied by bright violet glowing eyes and a grim grin. The boy flinched from the sudden realization he was surrounded, and then looked at Niyol in terror as the shirtless man was the only person in the park. 'Run' was his first instinct, but fear kept him from moving. The demons mad Niyol kneel down and look the boy in the eyes saying "Come now... don't be afraid... Why aren't you with your family?" as if they actually cared. "I- I a-always come here when I- I'm sad." the boy said nervously. Niyol pouted at the sound of that, asking "What has you sad?" with false pity in their voices. "Well -sniffle- there's a guy at school who bullies me." he said, his whiney voice and disheartened disposition made it all too easy to make him think good things of the kind stranger. "How about I come to school with you tomorrow, and we can have a talk with this bully?" the loving voices of the demons sounded like a choir of angels to the boy that eagerly agreed.
Having met the boy at the gate to his school, Niyol, or rather Niyol's demons kneeled down and smiled at the little boy. "Now listen, when I ask you to point out your friend, you're gonna point to your bully. After I have a word with him, I'll make sure no one else tries to pick up where he left off. It'll be all your doing, so you should be super proud." they said with a friendly voice. The boy nodded, his eyes filled with hope as he imagined being able to go to lunch without being mugged. Niyol followed the boy through the school and into his class where he introduced the man as a 'super awesome magician' since he'd never got a name. Niyol pulled his white blade, and it immediately turned to a flurry of white powder that circled him. The class was enthralled right from the start, getting even more awestruck when the white powder turned into various moving shapes, and then turning into a horse. "Can you point out a friend to come and ride?" Niyol asked his accomplice, who as planned pointed out his bully. Suddenly, a portion of the horse flew out of it's body and through the bully creating a large hole where his heart was supposed to be. Silence engulfed the class room, accompanied by screaming and children suddenly trying to escape through the doors. Niyol had already covered those exits, smiling as more white powder poured through the doors and converted the class room into a bloody mess.
The boy who stated it all turned, looking at Niyol with his eyes wide open in fear and shock, having not expected things to go this far south. The teacher tried to rush to grab him, fearing that Niyol woul kill her only remaining studen. Her effort was vain as a blast of powder flew past the boy, around him, and into her head sending her back and pinning her to the wall. "What... what are you?" the boy said while backing up, accidentally stepping in one of his classmate's brains. "Me? I'm the one who's making sure no one can bully you ever again... just what you wanted." the multitude of voices came out with a joyous, innocent voice. Niyol saw as teachers began pouring in the doors, staring at the blood soaked walls and floors. The overturned desks, broken ceiling lights, and the man standing next to the boy all made them start backing up. All of them erupted in a bloody explosion before they even made a step out. One of them however, was smart and had her hand on the fire alarm. As her body was split into bitchy-bits, her finger pulled the alarm signaling every last possible target to file into the hallway where Niyol could easily kill them all.
At the end of the next five minutes, the entire school had been killed by the demon possessed mage. Bodies were pinned to the walls, hung from the ceiling, torn to pieces and left to rott in the halls, and those that werent had been so thoroughly destroyed that blood seeped from in the school to the stairs outside. Some bystander had seen the blood and called for the local guard. When the group of well armed men walked in, they all closed the door and slowly turned away with looks of absolute despair on their faces. Some were already throwing up from the scene, and others had the decency to wait till they got to the bottom of the stair to regergitate. Inside the doors, just the entrance alone, looked like the perfect horror game. Loose wires sparking, a single ceiling light flickered on and off being held to the roof by onely a single panel on the wall. Bodies turned into wall and ceiling decorations, still dripping with blood as the flies enjoyed their fresh feast. And the killer... already was gone. The small boy walked out of the doors, covered with blood with his hands shaking, his legs grew weak upon the sun hitting his face and he collapsed immediately shifting into the fetal position. One of the guards tried to touch him, but the mental scarring was so terrile that he didn't trust them and instead, began screaming and tried to run. A single guard caught the boy by an arm and pinned him to the floor, hand cuffing him and putting him in the back of a wagon so he could go to the station and answer some questions. The last words of the demon mage rung in his mind loudly still... "Now little boy... no one will hurt you. You asked me for this, and you helped me do it too. This is your doing... you should be proud." he repeated those words under his breath in a shaky voice for hours, even after he'd arrived at the rehab center for PTSD.