Iris Esperanza was certainly a force to behold, and any serpent worth their venom could say the same. Although he swaggered the hallways in many different forms, each appearance held an acute uniqueness and eloquent beauty that most could identify with the chatty Iris, but was best known for his striking violet locks that were considered strange even among the deranged ne'er-do-wells. The fortress bar, or any bar for that matter, was his home and every colleague treated like a guest. He'd welcome them, lasso them into jolly chitchat with the grace of a ballet dancer, and barraged them with all sorts complex and foreign terms for alcohol that no one but Aeluri and Adrian seemed to comprehend. And if perchance, everyone knew what Iris was talking about, Ahote surely treated it like gibberish. Even so, while many had known about this guild spectacle, all had loved him.
Ahote did not say anything to Iris as he came tapping from the rear of the group, now reduced to few serpents and little more to come, as he watched Akeldama's word slip from her drip, cracking lips. His countenance wasn't a sour one, but it yielded no welcoming expressions as it screwed and twisted. One might say he looked bewildered at her sudden bravery to speak to him the odd way she did. He scoffed at her dully, "I don't know what's gotten into you but you best cut it out."
he'd scold her with his usual solemnity, yet his strained glare was softer than those who were not used to being burdened with its weight. It was, in many ways, lighter and carried cheerless jests along with its striking topaz features. Then seemingly without a moment to pause, the raven-haired man peered over Iris with the same look, everyone finally on the same page; Hendrick Kennel's death.
While Iris babbled on about how predictable the misfortunes of these situations often were, Akeldama set the air thick with her romantic ideas of assassination. Ahote would not say anything for several moments while the two continued about, gazing fixedly at the empty stage and the swarms of people pouring to it. Akeldama was certainly correct
, assassinations were not meant to be so dull, for dull things were for dull people. A twinkle briefly glistened in his eyes as his well-known "tut-tut" sort of laughter fluttered from his lips like an evil genius whose just conjured up a maniacal, satanic conjure. There was little or anything maniacal about the man himself, but his almost diabolical laughter ensued others with wonder. Or, so he'd think as he'd catch himself doing it. "But, you're absolutely correct, Akeldama,"
he smiled weakly over his broad shoulders, looking at her with shimmering orbs in his dark, pale complexion, "style does matter. But I hardly think timing is what makes an assassination stylish."
Ahote muttered in the softest voice he could conjure up. It was not unusual for him to speak so softly. The man looked to Iris now with a calmer but still excitable complexion, "Do you have any ideas as to how to kill this man?"
he said heavily, with a smile quirking his lips.
Notes: https://www.fairytail-rp.com/t13672-assassination-contract-knight-commander-hendrick-kennel@aeluri @Iris