Did Tobi just mention they were getting rid of vermin for some gald loaded people? Awesome! Easy way to get loads of money. Really how bad could the rat infestation be? Rich folks also exaggerate when describing the situation. Honestly Jett can't fanthom why anyone would be frightened by those pipsqueaks. He loved rats. They were so furry and small ... and they squeak. He hoped they'd give him and Gnar Man enough time to prepare. His mind whirled with all the possible things he needs to get at the General Provision Shop. Rat traps, cheese, stale bread, rope and definitely loads of candy. Girls love candy! Maybe it might make Ms. Estelle happy!
"Tobi, Tobs! Can I ... err can Gnar Man and I have like 15 minutes to pack? I ... I ... I WILL BE RIGHT BACK! I need CHEESE! AND ENERGY DRINKS. AND CANDY."
The H-Ranked Guilder took off before he heard Tobi replied. He sped out the door, but he retraced his steps several minutes later, when he was halfway to Grumpy Kayne's.
He forgot to wait till the mission leader (or what they call them) said yes. Fudge cake! Eli was there too! The novice ran backwards into the guild. Miraculously, he avoided knocking into things. He jogged on the spot beside Tobi.
"Did you say yes earlier?"
He came in just in time to hear Trixie. Jett stared with his jaw hanging. That kid must be a frickin genius! She's obviously one of the youngest Guilders he met. He can't wait to see her in action. The pipsqueak must pack a punch. She must be their Deus Ex Machina. This town needs celebrities like that. Really needed celebrities like that. Like desperately.
What's cooler - she's awesomely humble! The kiddo called him and Gnar Man friends, even though she called him a creep as well. His first impression was a real douche. Oh well, cutie and the creep. That had quite a nice ring to it. Almost like a title of a children's book. He snapped out of his musings when he noticed they were about to leave.
Jett dashed ahead, narrowly avoiding Amy, and only slowing down when he overtook Trixie and friends. He shifted around till he was running backwards once more. He began taking stock of the little girl's companions. There was a white haired lad with a flower in his hair. Probably a plant based mage, a farmer turned guilder or an overgrown fairy. The other person was some witch doctor like person.
"So little, Miss, who are you? And, and who are your... WOAH! Those are the neatest tats ever! Where did you do that man? I always wanted one."
That has to be a the coolest dark skinned person ever. Those tattoos. They were the bomb. Respect man! Getting covered like that was gonna hurt like mad. Darkies really have amazing pain tolerance.
Oh wait! He shouldn't use the word Darkies. That was racist. Eli'll skin him alive.