The Demon in the Druid - B-Class Mission [Invite]

“Thanks man, you take care.” Ryder smiled, reaching out to retrieve his sword from the man standing behind the counter. Him and his partner Dashie stood within Subeta, a rather famous shop known for its assortment of weapons and such. Whenever the Ice Slayer believed his katana could use a little tuning, he would bring it here. Every time he left with a smile on his face, satisfied with the work the man had done. It looked like a brand new sword every time. Leaving Jewels on the countertop, both Dashie and Ryder waved their final goodbyes before exiting the establishment and waltzing out into the streets of Shirotsume.

“He’s a nice guy, y’know? He never charges you full price for using that grindstone..” Dashie spoke, wrapping his paws around the two straps that circled his shoulders. He was a tad biased towards the man either way. He always had a nice fish ready for Dashie whenever the two would come in. That was partially due to his relations with the owner of the Ishoku bookstore in Oshibana.

Ryder stopped in the middle of the street, his vibrant hues grazing the horizon for the mission board. He would never come to Shirotsume without at least taking a gander at the board. “Yep. S’cause we’ve been going there for so long. Five years, now.”

“Are you really looking for the board again? We just got done with a mission.. Why do we have to go and do another? Can’t we ever get any rest?”

Ryder wanted to agree. It had been quest after quest with these two, traveling across Fiore in search of adventures. Sleep was a rarity for them, seeing as their missions almost always required overnight attention. How he would kill for a nice, cozy bed and a belly full of rum. But alas! An adventurer’s work was never completed. Besides, if wanted to gain more knowledge on all of these recent Slayers popping up, he couldn’t just hunker down inside of a tavern.

“Nope. No rest. Not until we-… Hey. Check that out.” Ryder lifted his sword, pointing the butt of his sheath towards a familiar woman draped in a mane of cerulean. Dashie sprout his signature wings and lifted himself into the air, craning his neck to see over the crowd. “H-hah! Is that Rialle? No way.”

Immediately, the kitten licked the pads of his thumbs, snaking them up underneath his cascading mop to glisten up his eyebrows. “Time for some pu- Dooofffhh!” With his goal set on grabbing some puh, Dashie started forward only to run right into Ryder’s sword.

“Mmm-mmm. Leave her be. We’re just going to find out what the hell she is doing here again. Don’t be a fuckin’ creep this time.”

The Ice Slayer didn’t give his companion a chance to retaliate as he was already off, briskly walking and shouldering his way through the crowd of civilians. As soon as he approached, he went to tap Rialle on her shoulder with his index finger, leaning down over her shoulder so that he could get a better look at the paper she was reading. “Whatcha reading?”

"A dangerous mission?  Awesome, count me in.  Listen man," he said to the tailor, "I gotta run, but I'll be back to pi--hey wait NO"

Hoku grabbed him up mid-sentence and flew him out of the building.  The only problem was that the little rabbit hadn't given Jaeger any time to get dressed, or even to try to get dressed.  So, down the street he went in only his undershorts, shouting and squirming and hoping to got none of the people they passed recognized him as the new Chairman of the Magic Council.  Meanwhile Poogie, one he was done laughing his little curly tail off, gathered up Jaeger's clothes and gave the tailor a little farewell "Rrnk!" before casually strolling out of the shop towards the board.

When Hoku placed Jaeger down, it was even worse than he'd thought.  Rialle was one thing - they were friends, and she had come to expect this sort of tomfoolery from him.  But it wasn't just Rialle.  Standing in front of him were two other wizards - Ryder Frostridge, a man he'd worked with one before, and...that...sand guy.  What was his name again?  It was weird.

"Rialle!  Ryder!  Uh..S...N...Shanaynay?  Was that it?  So great to see you guys again I hear there's a very dangerous and urgent mission yes let's talk about the mission and only the mission yes that sounds good."

Chuckling softly underneath his breath the Jackal smiled at Rialle. "Yeah, I remember alright." Feeling eyes on them the Beastmen looked around casually, spotting a female that slowly used a newspaper to hide behind as she watched them with what seemed like alarm flashing on her face before it was hidden away. Narrowing his eyes slightly at the scene the Jackal focused back on his friends but then a familiar voice came from the distance and slowly getting closer to their location.

Turning around slightly so he could give Jeager his full attention, he had to do a small double-take when he saw that he was not wearing any sort of pants and instead merely had his undergarments on. "It's Nanashi." Said person admonished kindly with a blink of his eyes. "Is there a reason you're in your undergarments, Jaeger?" Feeling like a teaser the Beastmen grinned almost predatorily. "Forgive, I meant to say, Mister Chairman." He had heard of Jaeger suddenly becoming the Chairman of the Magickal Council some days ago, he couldn't believe the news when he heard them but here was Jaeger in all his 'glory'.