Out of Hand in Hosenka (Open|DE|Turf Claim)

While Beryl disliked mages, he made an effort to keep track of the magical world’s affairs. Recently, the Magic Council gained a new Chairman by the name of “Beast Fist” Jaeger. Once Beryl got a good look at the councilman’s ridiculous hair, his lack of professionalism and his tacky fashion sense, he couldn’t fathom who in their right mind thought it was a good idea to give this particular man one of the most powerful positions in the magical world.

Then again, mages weren’t exactly competent or right in the head in Beryl’s mind.

Hosenka Town was known from all around for its famous spas and hotsprings. That wasn’t the reason why Beryl was currently there, but he hoped that the flashy tourist town would offer him some sort of solace.

Wrong.

Just as he was about to have any sort of semblance of peace, the newly elected Chairman began screaming on obnoxiously about the “riff-raff” tainting Hosenka’s reputation and how he wasn’t going to stand for it and that it would be in the town’s best interest to be under his protection. Some random blue-haired chick vouched for the snaggletooth’d mage; the whole situation made Beryl facepalm in dismay.

“Is this really how the Chairman of the Magic Council conducts themselves?” he called out, stepping forward. At that time, he dragged his hand down the length of his face, dark-colored eyes peering at the two tryhard heroes. “Yes, threatening to fist people who disagree with you is definitely the way to go about diplomacy.” The sarcasm was nearly tangible. “These people don’t need to be under someone under you. Besides, shouldn’t you be trying to get the magical world under control?”

Beryl wasn’t going to let this buffoon gain any more power than he already had.

Beast Fist Jaeger Rialle Waters

Jaeger nodded at Rialle as she showed up at his side.  He knew he could always count on her support in everything, even if he hadn't told her about his recent job opportunity with the Magic Council.  He'd explain later.  He was ready to call it a day and head back into the spa to help them make sure everyone was okay when a dude in a beanie started throwing a bit of shade.

"Well, shit, I haven't been Chairman for more than a couple of days and people are already up my ass about my conduct and results.  Listen, there's a lot of work to be done," he said to Beryl, "And I'm going to do it in my own unique way.  If the Council ultimately has a problem with it, I'm sure they won't hesitate to ask me to step down.  Let me get one thing straight with you though, because you aren't quite picking up what I'm putting down.  The town isn't going to be under my control.  It's going to be under my protection.  I'm not going to be getting involved in the governance of Hosenka - I've got too much of that political bullshit at my day job.  What I will be getting involved with is cracking the skulls of anyone or anything that threatens this town or its citizens.  You disagree?  Well, as long as you don't cause trouble then we have no problem.  You disagree but you also want to rob the fucking Super Express spa?  You're going to answer to me."

Jaeger looked at Vyse, irritated.  They were just coming out of the woodwork, weren't they?  He'd have to ask Rialle about this little punk later, because he was coming dangerously close to escalating this situation.  Jaeger had no intention of putting the hurt on Beryl or Vyse for the time being, but he wouldn't hesitate to get into a scrap if they forced his hand.

"Listen kid, nobody's talking about owning the town and I don't plan on fighting your...b-black daddy," Jaeger found himself really uncomfortable with Vyse's nickname for Beryl, "So come down off that lamp post, let the adults talk, and come back when you're tall enough to ride the rides."