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I's gonna post when I get up tomorrow x_x My eyes hurt.
"...Excellent assessment!" Their client praised Cronic, amazed at how well he could lay out the situation in no time at all. Aria had gotten pretty used to this, and she loved it - couldn't think of a better right hand man. "But I'd very much like to head back into Cyrodiil. I have family I can go to stay with in Bruma, and I doubt the high security on the border would let any odd-looking people past. What do you two think?"

Aria shrugged neutrally, "If that's the way you wanna go, we'll take you to Bruma. I don't think we'll be caught up to very easily in the mountains, be it by the maskies or the Thalmor."
HAY BOSS! ;D
"Well.. Aside from the masks they wore light brown robes. They used a lot of destruction magic, mostly lightning. They forced the Dragonborn back by electrifying his shield, and then while he was down.. they cut down that Housecarl he was with because she took on the onslaught in his place! I couldn't do anything, I.. I can't fight. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time..." The man explained, apparently guilt tripping over having done nothing. He finally took a seat, as it was very evident that he was worn out by now... If he'd come from Windhelm, that was a long run - and dangerous at that.

"Poor Lydia... Nice gal for a warrior, too. That's the way she would've wanted to bow out though. A true Huscarl..." Aria rolled her eyes away from their frightened customer, who had no idea what she was talking about. Whiterun wasn't big or small, but everyone knew each other around here anyway.

"No, no, I don't think they killed the woman. These cultists seemed to be after the Dragonborn... They dragged her off, and that's when they spotted me." The man explained further.

Aria put her hand under her chin and thought for a moment. And before long, there was a sly grin on her face as she turned her gaze to the client. He stared back at her, slowly shaking his head as he knew what she was thinking! "You're going to be bait, and we're going to jump these cultists when they come after you. This sounds like it could be a fun investigation!"

"I just want out of Skyrim!" The man complained.

"So as soon as we've captured us a live bone-face, we'll send you on your way. After all, they can't follow you if we've killed or captured them~! Now let's talk about payment-"

The man immediately dropped a large bag of septims on the desk, sighing as if he'd finally been relieved of all his stress and fear, "That should do, right Ms. Odd Jobs?"

Aria looked over at Cronic and tilted her head gleefully at him as the rustle of coins falling across the desk stopped. "What'cha think, partner?"
o_o God that's eerie...
Don't sweat it, Sep. It was awesome, but not everything good can last forever - life just gets in the way sometimes! C'est la vie, eh? It was fun while it lasted, and if there were ever to be a remake I'd gladly hop in again. ^_^

And Jordan, I'll be sure to keep zat in mind~
Oh, I forgot to tell you guys! Kanman is away for a while, so this can either go without him until he's back, or just pause it (as if it wasn't already paused). Whatchu think?
A young man was stood at the door, curiously looking into the Odd Jobs shop, specifically at the boss who was miraculously quick to sit neatly behind the desk before the door even opened. "Uh, yes, but can I come in to talk about this? It's a delicate matter, and I heard you two are quite good at fighting so..."

Aria waved the young man in and to one of two chairs on the other side of the desk, "You heard right, buddy. We have the tools and the talent! Take a seat n' tell us what ya' need."

"Protection," The man said seriously, shutting the door himself and walking up to the desk, placing his hands on it and leaning closer to the Odd Jobs' boss. "I need someone to help me get the hell out of Skyrim. This weird cult with bone masks, I saw them attack the new Thane, the one they call Dragonborn. He had to flee, and they noticed me witnessing the attack, so they've been showing up wherever I go! I'm not even from Whiterun, they've followed me since Windhelm!"

Aria raised an eyebrow and looked over at Cronic, "...Bone masks? You know anything about this?"
"Tell me about it!" Aria muttered as the stray cat pawed her nose. "I have a history with the Dominion, but I wouldn't say all Altmer are precious bastards with pain fetishes. Knew a fair few back in sword school..." the young boss said, remembering each of their faces, remembering they were gone. But the thought just didn't show on her facial expression, in fact she looked bored as usual - the harsh memories were forever evident in her eyes instead. But even then, you'd still have someone suggest she just looked tired all the time.

The stray turned and ran out the window as there was a knock on the door. When was the last time they actually got a request? The Dragons thing was volunteer work, but it still paid well when it was over. 

"Mr. Crystalis, get the door if you will~?"
"Whatever my job is, I hope it involves a lot of flying and dropkicking." Blaze said rather bluntly, "I could carry someone in too if you want, Mister Dragneel~" she added on. Strategic brawling sounded like an awesome concept! Blaze could certainly do it, and Iggy was the best at it, ...but what about Torie and Aurora? They were new, and their magics might not suit something this dangerous. It's not like they could turn back to get help now though. Besides, Torie's attitude changed, he wasn't shaking in his boots like Blaze thought he might.
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