I would have preferred Hel [open]

[wylfred]

For a town supposedly under constant attack the whole of Symphony seemed relatively clean and nice. Not only did they have a school but a great number of other luxuries and buildings Wylfred had never even heard of. Arcades, Malls, all of it seemed like nonsense to the young mercenary. If the town was in such crises then they should have been raising an army, not living all happily while they collected the dead to do their building. In his eyes the citizens and the elegies were no better than the Valkyrie herself.

That is why he had told them no. He had his chance to be a defender and truth be told he didn't like it. Why should he have to defend those who were incapable of defending themselves, who were too lazy to learn to fight themselves. Wylfred had instead opted to be a mercenary. Every once and a while some expedition or some wealthy citizen would need an escort and Wylfred tended to be very good for the price he charged.

He took a sip of the drink in his hand. It reminded him of the lower class swill he drank back in Crell Monferaigne during his mercenary days there. Truth be told being a mercenary was all he knew, fighting other people's battles. In retrospect maybe he should have taken up the job as defender of the city. But Wylfred couldn't, not after seeing how willing the elegies were to take people from there home worlds. How many families did they destroy by taking fathers away; just like the Valkyrie.

He looked down at his drink and took another sip. It was bitter, just how he liked it. Wyl usually only had one reason to be at the bar, he needed to meet with a client. He waited patiently, being careful not to make eye contact with anyone else, he didn't need to chop up some unsuspecting citizen. Eventually someone would take a seat in front of him and then they could talk business.

[Mikoto]

It must have been strange, seeing someone in their early teens walk into the bar as if they belonged there. Well, this one did work there, just not today. Today, she was there to study. While most wouldn’t think it was a good place, it was – oddly enough – one of her favorite places to study. While crowded, it still felt as though the place was empty, as if nothing else mattered. She easily weaved through the people who were blocking the door, her tail easily slinking behind her, careful not to get stepped on. Here was the perfect place to understand how people are supposed to interact.

Since someone before had mentioned that she had a rather unique way of talking to people in comparison to others, even for those living in the Bass District, she wanted to learn how to blend in better. What better way to learn than to be around bunches of people? Still, first things first, she would rather focus on finding a place to sit and do some reading. Later, she could study people.

With a textbook in hand, the young Genome looked for a good spot to study. All the tables were pretty much crowded . . . well, except for one. There was only a silver haired boy was sitting there and he looked only a few years older than she did. Perhaps, it was because of his demeanor that kept people away, but she didn’t seem to notice it. If she had, she didn’t quite care. Either way, she made her way to that table and took a seat. She didn’t bother asking whether or not the silver haired minded that she was there.

She rested her textbook on the table and opened it to the page that was bookmarked with a red ribbon. It appeared as though she was ignoring him completely.

[wylfred]

It wasn't long before Wylfred found himself witness to one of the strangest sights he'd ever seen. A little girl with a tail began wandering through the bar carrying school books. Wyl merely took another sip of his drink and continued to watch closely. It wasn't any of his business really, people were allowed to go where they pleased and he was usually the youngest person in the bar anyways. Still he couldn't help but mind his sword, he wasn't about to watch any the patrons mess with a little girl, he wasn't that heartless.

Wylfred tried to hide his gaze, the last thing he needed was to be caught staring. To his surprise the young girl made her way through the patrons without much trouble, all the way to Wyl's table. The little girl had made her way through a bar full of drunks and other such scum all the way to his lone table. She proceeded to then open up her book and completely ignore the man sitting in front of her.

Was this a client? Wyl couldn't remember if he had stranger people approach him. It seemed strange though, normally they would have said something or given a sign but instead she just proceeded to ignore Wyl like he wasn't even there. It wasn't like him to discriminate against clients but something about the whole encounter seemed off. She didn't look lost, just out of place. Wyl sighed audibly, he was going to have to say something.

"What's the job?"

[Mikoto]

Simplistic Medley was – aside from the constant noise if one wasn’t used to it – the perfect place to study. It reminded her of the Percussion District, except most of the noises were friendlier. For some reason, that sort of atmosphere irritated her to no end, as if nipping at her soul.

She frowned, knowing she should be focusing on her work rather than those odd thoughts. Still, she couldn’t help the strange feeling she had . . . She kept herself on alert, not that she wasn’t always like that but a little higher than usual, just in case she missed something.

”What’s the job?” She heard the boy say. Had she been more expressive, she might have lowered the book an inch and stared at him in disbelief. He was waiting for a client and he thought that was her? Like she would ever need one. She wouldn’t have a reason for one. No one at the bar had been pestering her that much during work as well as when she’d study. Besides, this boy looked as though he was simply compensating by hold such a large sword. But, she hadn’t seen him in action yet, so it was too soon to be sure. Either way, keeping a sword that large should have its difficulties maneuvering, especially in a building like this.

She didn’t even bother putting down her textbook. ”I am not your client.” Mikoto replied bluntly, before returning back to her studies. She made sure to keep an eye on him though, to make sure he did not react too badly to her reply. When she had first moved here, she had nearly gotten her tail cut off for saying things like that. She was lucky that she was quick on her feet.

[wylfred]

Wylfred did his best not to give a shocked look to the little girl. The little girl literally walked in and sat at his table like it was just an open spot for anyone. He tried to catch a glimpse of what she was studying. For all Wylfred knew she was some super-wizard in training or some monster demon queen disguised as a little girl with a tail. He'd seen stranger things back home but still couldn't believe what he was seeing. Everyone else in the bar never bothered him.

the first few times Wyl had decided to hang out the bar a few drunken patrons had tried to bother him. After a few broken noses the bar knew to leave him well alone when he sat down alone. Unless someone needed him for something, body guard duty or whatnot, they would steer clear of the seat in front of him. Except for this little girl, who seemed to think she owned the place.

Wylfred cleared his throat. He wouldn't hit a little girl, no matter how grizzled his experience had made him he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Not to mention the other patrons of the bar might not take too kindly to that. "Then leave. that seat's reserved"

[arumat]

Bass district felt empty to Arumat. He couldn't seem to calm his restless soul as well as he used to when he was 'home'. How ironic that he should use that term, Arumat scowled at the memory. With a tight gripped fist around his Scythe, Arumat decided it was time to go to Simplistic Medley. At least there he might be able to find someone to fight to take his mind off of things. It was a little amusing that so many of the members of Bass found him so terrifying and he tended to take advantage of it every time there was a specific need for a mercenary and he wanted the job. That was another thing, he thought. Having jobs, constantly keeping his hands busy with dirty work, it was a little better than thinking and remembering.

Soon Arumat entered the bar. It was quiet enough within in comparison to the usual madness that came before and after a bar fight. Arumat had a feeling he'd leave the place in a panicked frantic if he accomplished his goal of finding someone to fight. It was crowded enough, but still held the empty feeling that Arumat couldn't shake about the entire district. The entire city. The grip on his weapon tightened once more as he pressured his was around people to find a place to sit. It would have been pleasant if that alone would have just started a fight so he didn't have to pretend he wanted to be there, but it didn't seem to be working in his favor today. Arumat needed work. As he slipped through the crowd, Arumat caught the sight of a fellow mercenary, but that wasn't the peculiar part.

Wyl, or whatever that guy called himself, was with a young blond woman. So young in fact that she shouldn't be in a bar to begin with. Arumat scanned her figure and was only further confused to find that she had a tail. Must have been just like him in the fact that she must have come from another world. Were Arumat not such an intimidating figure he imagined he'd have more people commenting on the peculiar pointedness of his ears. At least he wasn't bothered about it because most of the people looking at him were looking at either his Scythe or his battle scars, both giving off a similar message. Arumat wasn't afraid to fight. Or die.

Was that even true anymore? Arumat felt overwhelming hate at bringing up the subject again, knowing only he was to blame. He had been so foolish about death before, but he didn't wish to dwell on it any longer. Arumat found somewhere close to the mysterious young girl and that other mercenary so he could hear what was going on between them. If she was trying to hire him, maybe Arumat could steal the man's commission for a lower few, if only so he could busy himself.

[Mikoto]

When the boy had tried to look at her book, she merely raised a 'brow. She didn't see what was interesting about it, well for him, anyways. The genome did acknowledge its academical value. Of course, it was a book on spells. Time spells. Something she wasn't exactly supposed to be tampering with that she didn't quite have the rank nor knack for. Oh well, if he saw, perhaps it would intimidate him a bit and he would back off.

. . . or maybe not. She was used to that signal, when the silver haired cleared his throat, and knew that it was a sign that he wanted her attention. All she could think though was how annoying. She lifted her gaze from the book once more to him. There was no expression, like before, that marred her usual blank stare.

"I don't see anyone's name written on it." She simply stated. As if anyone would write their name on there. Besides, she worked here that does entitle some privileges, not many, but enough to pick a seat with most mercenaries without much worry of getting stabbed or such. Aside from that, she was used to this sort of behavior from the Bass District. Sometimes it was worse to turn away and leave. Besides, this was a good spot. There was no drunks to harass her, and he didn't seem nearly that drunk, assuming that he had drank of course. He was tolerable, asides from the fact that he wanted her out.

"There's another seat for them, in case you haven't noticed."

[Genesis Rhapsodos]

It's had been about three months, since he arrived at the bass district, and still he has find a job. He was still getting use to his new "home" and he didn't know where to start. The street here were pretty quiet, Genesis wondered if this was usual. There were a few people out in the streets, rushing to get home. He didn't know what their rush was, but he didn't care for them. If they were to call for help, he mostly won't even dare come over....unless there was a price for it. He was after all a mercernary. Everything has price for him.

After a few minutes of walking around the streets, he noticed a bar up ahead. With his previous encounters back in Midgar, usually if a mercenary wanted to look for work, he would hit the bar. How could he not see this? Probably since he still doesn't know his way around. It was a good way to see what he was gonna deal with; local wise, since now he has to get use to this place. He was desperate to find work, so he was willing to give it a try.

When he entered the bar, it was pretty crowded here. It could be the reason why the streets have been empty around here. All the drunks, hobos, and other mercenaries were here to either have fun and get drunk or to find work like him. The moment he entered the bar, he noticed several things that caught his attention. There was a tall man holding a scythe who was definitely a mercenary because of his looks. Near him was two people, one was a silver haired boy who looked like a mercenary, a young mecernary that is. Next to him, was a young girl with a tail. What is a girl like her doing at a place like this?[/color] It was something that puzzled him, until he realized she could be here to find someone to hire. If that was the case, he want in.

Now he needed a place to sit that was close to her. Surely the other two were also there trying to find, so he needed to somehow be the one to get that job. However, there was still no tables available. Just then a hobo passed out on a table that was next to the them. All Genesis needed to do was take care of the hobo and that table was his. He approached to the passed out hobo and looked at him with a dirty look.

"Such a pity. Seeing a worthless person passing out like he doesn't gives a rat's ass. Hate to break the news for ya, but this table is now taken by somone else."

He picked up the hobo by the collar, and threw him out of the door with ease. Everyone just stared at him, but he didn't care. A table was now available and he a seat. He raised one finger at the bartender to signal him one drink for him. The bartender did what he was told, and nervously handed him his drink. Genesis took a sip from his drink and took a book out. He flipped through the page until he found where he left off and began to read lines from LOVELESS.

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest

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[wylfred]

Wylfred's patience was wearing thin. This girl had waltzed in almost like she owned the place and didn't even have the courtesy to respect how Wylfred conducted business. What's worse was she gave Wylfred attitude, something he did not take very kindly to. He had chosen this spot specifically for clients, specifically so that he wouldn't be bothered and here was someone who could even respect his trade. Had it been anything other than a little girl he would have removed his sword, he would have leveled it at their chin and made them move. But even the lower-class of symphony had it's standards.

Out of the corner of his eye Wylfred caught a familiar sight, one of the other mercenaries in the area had strolled in the bar; Aramut Thanatos. Wylfred was careful not to move too suddenly. Aramut and Wylfred's previous encounters had been extremely brief, so brief that Wyl barley knew anything about the pointy-eared scythe wielder, but Wylfred did know that he didn't like the guy, and that was enough. Wylfred watched as the other mercenary slowly made his way in their direction and plopped himself down at a near by table. Wylfred knew the tactic; Aramut thought the girl was a client and was trying to snatch a job that didn't even exist.

"Shh!" Wylfred interrupted her without even listening to her last sentence. He leaned in close, being not to draw too much suspicion from the other merc. "Looks like I have another unwanted guest." He eyes momentarily shifted to the direction of the other mercenary. "I don't know what a little girl is doing in a place like this but if you have any brains you'll keep your mouth shut."Wylfred leaned back in his chair, trying to appear relaxed.

"Beat it Thanatos, she's not interested." Wylfred didn't even bother to look at the other mercenary.

[arumat]

Well this was becoming interesting, to say the least. It wasn't uncommon for the bar to be swarming with mercenaries, but for three of the best to be there all at once? Now that was odd. Arumat's eyes narrowed on Genesis as the man entered. He had never spoken with the redhead, but he didn't really intend to make friends with any of his co-workers. In fact it seemed as if all of the people in his specific line of work were more focused on backstabbing each other to eliminate the competition rather than making friendly with 'the office'. Arumat rolled his eyes at the concept before turning his attention back towards the mark of interest. It appeared that his wish to find someone to fight would be granted by none other than Wly himself.

The young man never did seem like the friendly type, Arumat thought with a smirk. He didn't mind the thought. At least another mercenary would be an entertaining bout at least, and with yet another entering the bar there was a chance that it would end up being a three-way fight. That made it even more interesting. Arumat's scythe seemed to respond to his desire for a fight, feeling warm in his grip. Some warriors liked to put their weapons away between fights or in some kind of sheath, but Arumat didn't. Sure he used to, back when he was with Edge and he didn't seem to need it so much, but now he was different. The weapon wasn't to protect himself or his brethren, but rather to harm whenever the need struck him. That need was becoming so much more frequent since he became a mercenary.

For a moment, Arumat was distracted by some other commotion. Genesis didn't waste much time making himself comfortable, Arumat thought with a slight shake to the head. He was about as subtle as an elephant when he wanted something it seemed. The redhead didn't concern himself with others as he took his newly aquired seat and settled in, pulling out the book Arumat always saw him with. It always struck Arumat as weird that a warrior should hold such a connection to a book, especially one with such a ridiculous title, but he didn't care enough to say a word about it. The redhead was still one of the best in the business and why bother trying to correct him when he was doing things fine. And if Genesis could get caught up in that book enough it might mean more customers for Arumat, which was never a bad thing.

Then Arumat's cold eyes settled on Wyl as his companion spoke. She wasn't looking for a mercenary after all, but that was of no concern to Arumat anymore. The battle-scarred man smirked as Wyl addressed him. Beat it, he said. Arumat laughed under his breath and muttered, "I'm not interested in her, but I wouldn't give a shit about what you had to say if I was. Seems like you're picking a fight with words like that, Wly." The clear tense anger in Arumat's voice sounded somewhat emphasized out by the somber noises of the bar. The man brought up his scythe and rest it against his shoulder casually, "But what were you saying really?" Now Arumat was just waiting for the right things that would make Wyl snap. It usually wasn't very hard to get someone to their breaking point and after they threw that first punch it didn't matter what they said because Arumat could beat them senseless regardless.

[Mikoto]

She simply continued to stare at him. The genome was offended. If she had any brains? He’s the one making things difficult. She mentally sighed and continued with her studies. At least someone else held his attention for now. … and now it looked as if these two were going to start fighting. She’d rather not be in the middle of it and the silver haired boy appeared to be the easy baited type. In the end, she resolved that it was more bothersome staying there (where she wasn’t getting much studying done at all) than to go elsewhere.

Mikoto closed her eyes for a second, as if deciding what to do, before closing her book and taking a stand. “I’m not looking for a mercenary.” She stated, rubbing her forehead. “I was simply trying to study.” As always, she carried a monotonous voice. While it made her sound completely flat, it always showed that she was being serious and that was usually a heard feat for someone her size. Still, it was pretty amazing that she hadn’t faced something like this before. Perhaps, she should just study in the backroom later or better yet behind the counter.

She would have gone on further if someone hadn’t tugged on her tail. “?!” She rubbed it painfully, and turned to see who it was. Another man. She was a co-worker of hers, who’d snuck in through the mercenaries to ‘rescue’ her. They rested a hand was placed on her shoulder. “We’re pretty busy today, Mikoto. Do you think you could work today?” She was still rubbing her tail painfully, but she nodded anyways. “Perhaps I should. I don’t seem to be doing much studying here anyways.”

He led Mikoto away from them and to the back door to talk. He thwacked her with a newspaper on the head. “What were you thinking, facing them?” She stared up at him. “I was minding my own business. Whatever they were doing is no concern of mine.” He sighed and shook his head. “It will be once they trash the place. You know how hard it is to rebuild and replace things?” “No.” “Well, it takes a lot.” He shook his head again and closed his eyes, shooing her away. “Just go work.”

She had already knew what he was going to say, so she had started to get ready for work while he spoke. Her book was placed inside her locker, and she pulled down her uniform, an apron that they wanted her to wear over her clothes. Mikoto tied it around her with an overly large bow on her back. “I’ll go now.” She said before leaving the back room and heading back to the bar. This time, she stayed behind the counter.

[Genesis Rhapsodos]

Genesis was pretending to be into his poem, but actually was paying attention to the conversation between the two mercenaries. He could already tell that the girl was uncomfortable being around them from her voice. Though it was interesting to see a young girl trying to study at a bar. A bar mercenaries that is. Judging by the two mercenaries, he could tell that they were strong and ones not to be mess with. However, he didn't care about that. It would be interesting to see how they fare in a fight.

He took another sip from his drink, and continued to eavesdrop on their conversation. These two were arrogant towards each other, and yet Genesis wasn't surprised. It was typical to see mercenaries have an attitude or being cocky. It was probably to show they were the best, and that they were right for the job. In all honesty, Genesis wasn't intimidated by either of them. The silver-haired boy still looked young, and the one with the sycthe looked liked a joke to him. If either one had to prove themselves, it would have to be through a fight.

A few minutes later, he noticed that the girl had left, leaving the two mercenaries alone. This was his chance to enter the conversation. He didn't care if he entered unannounced. All he wanted to do was voice his opinion. He took one last sip from his drink, put his book away and stood up. Casually, he walked up towards them and gave them an amusing chuckle. "My, you two sound like an old couple. The girl has left, apparently there is no job, and you two just met each other and you're already starting shit towards each other. If you wanna settle this, settle this outside. See who's the better mercenary. Unless, you two are cowardly to face me or each other."

Genesis gave another chuckle as a there was slight grin on his face.

"So what will it be? Do you accept the challenge and keep your pride? Or will you run away like a little girl. Your choice."

[wylfred]

Wylfred watched as the status quo of his own life began to unfold in front of him. Every moment was falling apart. It was supposed to be a simple meet. Someone would sit down at his table, tell him what they needed done and how much they were willing to pay. It was a simple process, one that should never have gone like this. Other mercenaries hanging around were expected and dealt with, oblivious little girls were not.

Wylfred didn't even notice as she left, he was too busy trying to stare down Thanatos. Of all the other mercenaries in Symphony Thanatos was Wylfred's least favorite. His eagerness for violence was just a magnet for trouble, it's why Wylfred had better luck with clients. Most people didn't want to hire wild cards, they wanted to hire someone who would get the job done without too much mess. Wylfred was good at avoiding the mess . . . usually.

Today was not one of those days. Wylfred stood up and Stared Thanatos in the eye, "I was saying that you should mind your own business for once." Wylfred tried to keep his temper down. Truth be told he should have smacked Thanatos upside his head, but he wanted to keep it civil. The last thing he needed was a bar-wide brawl. Wylfred knew a reputation for starting unnecessary fights would hurt his Mercenary career, not that he particularly cared about it but he needed to eat.

Then another one showed up. His hair was red, his clothes were equally red, and his attitude was most infuriating. Wylfred hadn't even noticed him enter the bar, his attention had been focused on Thanatos and the little girl from earlier. This new mercenary seemed like all the others, just some asshole who liked fighting and wanted to escalate the situation. Wylfred wasn't even sure it was really another mercenary or if it was just some random schmuck from another district who'd grown bored of Symphony's relative peace.

"Why don't you take the same advice and mind your own business" He turned to look at the newcomer. "Who the hell do you think you are? This is between me and that rotten scumbag Thanatos, so go back to reading your book or whatever it was you were doing and leave us alone." Just to add emphasis Wylfred spit on the other mercenaries shirt. Hopefully he'd take the hint.

Wylfred turned back to Thanatos and cracked his knuckles. "Now where were we?"

[arumat]

How unbelievably perfect, Arumat thought without expressing his pleasure on his face. Things really did seem to work in his favor when Arumat wanted something as a distraction. Especially if he needed a fight. In truth Arumat never seemed at a loss for violent action. Business was good. Everyone knew that they could rely on Arumat to get even the most horrifically dangerous or difficult jobs done because of his previous experience. If you would have needed an application to become a mercenary Arumat would assume he was over-qualified. The movement of the young girl caught the battle-scarred man's attention suddenly and he watched her leave. She didn't really leave because she got called in by an employee for reasons that Arumat couldn't catch before Wylfred began to speak again.

Mind your own business for one. Arumat would have laughed if that wasn't such an atrocious action. Wyl never really was good at trash talk, even if he did think he was tough. Sure, he was tough because he was in the top ranks of the mercenaries, but he sure as hell couldn't talk it. Arumat thought about what he wanted to say, but it seemed he wouldn't get a chance to say a thing when Genesis roamed into the mix. Three dangerous mercenaries all with cold words and sharp blades. Sounded like a good time. Arumat smirked slightly at how Genesis acted. It wasn't as if he had never met Wyl before. That's why he knew his name. It was hard not to know your competition. Arumat even knew of Genesis himself. The man seemed to stumble into the conversation, not really understanding that Arumat wanted a fight more than anything else.

Hah. Coward. Little girl. Yeah, that Genesis sure did know how to spout the shit like Wyl, didn't he? Wylfred wasn't very shy about letting Genesis know he wasn't wanted, which seemed as if it would only add to the fight. Yeah. Arumat was okay with that. When Wyl turned his attention back to him, Arumat laid his cold eyes on the man with contempt. This fight would be the release he was looking for, especially if Genesis decided to throw in as well. There was no use rushing it though. "Before the sissy ref here decided to jump in I believe you were lecturing on 'minding my own business or the like," Arumat let his voice trail off as if he really needed to think about the matter when he didn't at all. "But boy don't we all have lovely words for each other. Genesis is probably the most pathetic though, acting like he's too high and mighty to do more than watch our fight."

Arumat sent a side-long glance to Genesis as he spoke, making sure to connect eyes with the man for at least a moment. He believed it enough. Genesis was a fool for jumping into this matter the way he did. There was no need for a ref in a mercenary's world, and Genesis should have known it. The scythe on Arumat's shoulder was suddenly aching to be used and he knew he couldn't delay for much longer. This wasn't a battle of wit, it was a battle of strength. Battles of wit weren't for their kind. "I start with you, Wyl. Maybe after I'll think about dealing with that weak little referee bitch." As he spoke, Arumat rapidly brought his blade around, wrapping it around Wyl's neck. He didn't actually cut into the man, just hooked it loosely around him so that he could initiate his little challenge.

[Genesis Rhapsodos]

Genesis simply laughed at their response. Of course they wouldn't say yes right away. Apparently they wanted a fight with words first. And here he was interrupting them with no intention towards either of them, only to pick a fight. It seems asking politely didn't work, as he was spit on and threaten. More reason to fight them he thought. However, he needed to somehow instigate the fight. He could use he magic, but since he was in this city, he was unable to use them at the moment. Genesis was at a disadvantage without his magic, but he still had his swordmanship to rely on.

"Who said I was gonna be a referee? I was merely suggesting an idea to solve this dilemma. Though it seem you worthless pricks don't need my help, so be it. Have fun trying make a fool out of yourselves."

If the spit on his shirt was a hint that they didn't want his presence, it seems they were gonna be disappointed. He wasn't going anywhere for awhile, so he had to make the most of this. Yet how was he gonna get their attention? He needed to think of something quick. Suddenly he noticed a waitress carrying a tray of drinks heading their way. An idea immediately popped into head as Genesis gave a chuckle and looked at them.

"Since you made it clear that you don't need me, I best be out of here. But before I go."

The moment he finished his sentence, the waitress was right behind him. He waited until she was next to him, and sticked his foot out. The waitress tripped over his foot, causing her to drop the tray of drinks onto both of them. Genesis simply took a step back as the drinks missed him and laughed at the two of them who were now all wet from the drinks.

"Whoops. Did not mean to do that. I'll let you two dry off. If you need me I'll be outside waiting."

Genesis took a glass off the table and took a sip at it, but when he realized that it wasn't he drink, he spit his drink out at Wlyfred's face. This was payback from the spit earlier, as Genesis gave a smirk at him and headed out the door. He continued to walk until he was in the middle of the street and turned around to wait. His rapier was now out, as he used it like a cane and wondered how piss they were gonna be. Genesi simply laughed at the idea and waited for them. That is....if they were gonna show up.