To say that the Ambassador was confused was an understatement. Not only had these two just landed on the beach, the girl, in particular, seemed inherently uneasy, or at least Johann interpreted her accelerated speech and somewhat all-over-the-place introduction as such. It was hard to get anything from the girl aside from the overload of information she presented, Johann opening his mouth with a sheepish smile, though the girl kept going on. The Ambassador, it appeared, would confine himself to taking the role of listener. Despite the flood of words, the silver-haired man, his hat hiding a headful of messy, argent strands, kept his gaze upon her, smiling while listening intently. Firstly, the Ambassador had to acknowledge that his initial assumption had been way off the mark. It would seem that the girl and her companion had purpose on Amber Island, the girl, who would introduce herself as "Illya Pegasus from Magnolia", specifically making it known that she sought to join the guild of Dies Irae, which was, of course, located on this very island. Johann had to suppress the urge to sigh under his breath. All he'd wanted was to admire the beautiful ocean, take in the breeze, the sound of the waves, and yet, guild business seemed to almost haunt him even out here, even when he was "off-duty". Truly, the God of Ishgar wondered if there was no escape from it, quietly cursing the Magic Council for, more or less, directly and indirectly, forcing this position and this guild on him.
At least, the Ambassador thought, the girl eliminated a whole bunch of questions he would have for any new recruit right off the bat, her reason for travelling to Amber Island laid out clearly. There was not just that, however. Illya, as the girl had introduced herself, would go on to explain details about her particular, well, capabilities would adequately describe it, the man thought, in what was almost the same breath as before. In honesty, the man, both hands on the pockets of the black pair of pants in an evidently leisure manner, could make very little sense of what she was attempting to convey to the Ambassador, in the given context, at least, something Johann undoubtedly would need more of to truly understand the bigger picture being portrayed. Still, as she went on, Illya would stop suddenly, cutting off mid-sentence. Silence would not have a chance to take hold, though, for as soon as the girl had stopped, Johann sensed the attempt at mental intrusion, the bird-like creature turning its head into his direction.
While normally any attempt to reach Johann through these means were automatically thwarted by the Second Seal, the man allowed it to pass this time, reckoning that the two newcomers' intentions were anything but harmful. And so, sure enough, the voice would find his thoughts, echoing within his mind in a sensation the Ambassador was all-too-familiar with. Of course, the Ambassador assumed that this was the voice belonging to the magical creature, the tone certainly more stringent and collected than the girl's, though also evidently concerned. There was something else, though. A request? Joh's smile would dim slightly as he shook his head, not in denial, but in a manner that would be made more clear when he raised a hand, waving it dismissively. "Please, "Sir" won't be necessary", he spoke firmly, but not with unfriendly voice, the smile returning to his face. He disliked having to deal with this situation now, but it was what it was. He would treat the two as he would any other new arrival, an attitude that seemed like it was seldom found these days and would hopefully be reciprocated: Mutual respect.
"Allow me to start from the beginning, one thing after the other", he gave a nod to the bird before turning his attention to the girl. "If you would like to join the guild, Dies Irae, that is, you have arrived on Amber Island, where the guild is located, though you undoubtedly know this already", he explained briefly before pausing for just a second. He thought about how to continue, as normally, he would have taken a more relaxed approach at the girl's recruitment, though her directness and way to circumvent most casual conversation that normally would warm a person up made an easy-going introduction less applicable. Normally, he would've liked to discuss this over lunch and tea. Johann figured it would be best to simply present her with the facts that she seemed to seek in her own insistent manner. "I suppose you are lucky, in a sense. My name is Johann von Weiss, and I am one of the Ambassadors of Dies Irae. The guild masters, if you will", he stated, raising his right hand and presenting the guild mark located on the back thereof. "Now, Miss Pegasus, what you are requesting is entirely within the realm of the possible. Still, ...", he shifted his gaze from the girl to the bird-like creature at her side, "... if you or your companion have concerns about this guild, or require more information, I would like to ... clarify some of it, if you don't mind. The guild is built upon one principle, one goal, and that is conviction. If you are unsure about your ways or unsure about our ways, Miss Pegasus, and ...", the man stopped, realizing he didn't know how to address the other, deciding to settle on "... friend, then I must ask you to listen to my explanation first before making a decision of that order".
The Ambassador took a deep breath, the salty air and briney scent filling his nose and lungs once more, before sitting down, cross-leggedly anchoring himself in the dry sand below. "I apologize for this rather crude approach, but please, relax, if you wish, and sit with me. The same goes for your friend as well. The journey was probably long and tiring, so why don't we calm first. Tea?", he asked with a grin. It probably wasn't the best environment, but if he had to sacrifice what was essentially his break, he would do so in a way that he enjoyed, at least, waving a hand. With the faint glow of a runic magic circle before him, a teaset would appear seemingly from thin air right before the Ambassador, the man not hesitating to pour a cup of steaming liquid for himself, and, upon confirmation, for the girl and the creature as well. "Forgive my poor palette of selections, but all I can offer is Earl Grey at the moment. I did not expect to have tea with others. In any case", he began, setting the cup down after placing a simple, white teabag within to let it soak in the steaming water, "I would like to address these ... rumors, as you have put it. If you permit, I will explain what Dies Irae does, it's modus operandi, the way it functions, its goals". The man paused once more, this time for a few seconds as he took another deep breath, his focus on the explanation he was trying to form and how to best convey his ideals, the ideals of Dies Irae.
"Dies Irae is an organization that, in essence, seeks to make the world a better place", he started out simple. Of course, any given guild could say that for themselves. "We do this through the same means as any other legal guild, with one crucial exception, of course, which likely marks the origin of any rumor, any whispered word you have heard about our methods. Some people condemn these methods, and they have the right to do so, of course, but at the end of the day, we have adopted these methods that were sanctioned by the Magic Council of Fiore for one reason and one reason only: Because they are effective". The friendly smile had given way to a more professional, stoic look, the Ambassador's tone shifting to something that better suited the subject he addressed. "Dies Irae is a guild that will allow you to do what is necessary to save those who cannot save themselves, to help those that need it the most, to avenge those that have not the chance or the power to fight for themselves. Regardless of what you have or have not heard, if you forgive my presumptuousness, we are not savages". He didn't wish to ascribe intent to the new arrivals, of course, but Johann had heard what people said about the guild. The idealists that described them as too harsh, or those afraid of the unknown that feared they might be too volatile. "Our methods stem from the fact that Dies Irae is comprised of many of those men and women who have suffered under the very yoke that we fight. Dark mages, dark guilds, and criminals disregard the law. They show no mercy, they grow bolder by the day, and their numbers are ever-increasing. We have seen, have felt what the forces of darkness in this world are capable of, and we will stop them from bringing more harm to those that do not deserve it. Indeed, we decided to fight back against those that have hurt us so dearly. You will understand that this is a fight where sensibilities cannot be considered. It is a battle for order, a battle for justice. It is war".
The Ambassador reached forward, lifting the cup of before placing it at his mouth, taking a sip of the now lightly cream-colored substance. "While that might not dispell your doubt about what you have heard", he continued after a few seconds, holding the cup in his hands, "this is my point of view on the matter. None of us, as you have said, harbor much love for violence, but it is indeed a necessary thing to combat those who will not hesitate to use weakness against us", the silver-haired man stated in a matter-of-fact way, motivated by his beliefs. "If you, Miss Pegasus, and your friend, of course, care to tolerate this sentiment, perhaps even understand or share it, Dies Irae will provide you with everything you need and stand by your side, no matter the cause. It matters not if you possess magic, if you are strong, if you are weak, who you are, where you come from. If you work with your brothers and sisters in arms towards this goal, to uphold the balance, to serve those that need your help, to keep the darkness in check, you are welcome".
He sighed, realizing that now he had been the one to ramble on, undoubtedly boring the girl and her companion with information that they had quite possibly already known, already considered, the smile returning onto his face. "I apologize for the lengthy speech. Sounds like I made quite the fool of myself there", the cheerful tone would return in a similar fashion with an audible chuckle before he downed the rest of his tea, placing the cup upon the tablet before himself before sitting up. He'd gotten caught up in his own philosophy, his own will for righteousness, and had quite possibly made given a bad impression of not just himself, but the guild as well, seeking to at least address that particular mishap in a somewhat sheepish fashion. "Ah, I hope that you will give consideration to my words, at least. In any case, if you two have any questions about the guild or Amber Island, I would gladly answer them for you, if you are still interested in joining, of course".
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