FT Rebirth Rp

"What's happening?" Bryliy asks confused

“Fine. A job. Let’s do a job. All of us!”

"A...job?" Bryliy asks "what sort of job?"

"A job guild members do." Chris grins. "I don't suppose we all want to pick roses though, correct?"

Bryliy looks very puzzled "uhm right?"

“Picking roses sounds lovely!” Scott smiles

Chris glances at Scott, then over to the board. "I saw a job that had to do with freeing children from some cave."

"Wouldn't the police be in charge of that? That seems urgent." Bryliy speaks

“Police? I told you, this is a dangerous city.” Scott says.”In some ways, we are the police. Not for free of course.”

"Not for free?" Bryliy asks

Chris walks over with the job in hand. "The Police carry what...a handgun? Some of them haven't even seen magic before in their life."

Aziraphale crawls out from under the table with the same cat-like agility as before now that she's interested in the conversation. She speaks up, "The police are too busy trying to wrangle thugs, and besides, they get paid too, don't they? This is how humans in a big city function."

"So what is this job?" Bryliy asks

"Rescuing a bunch of kids from a cave monster." Chris says.

Aziraphale glances from Scott, to Chris, to Bryliy. Should she go? It's been ages since she's been on a job, but who knows how it will turn out with the four of them. She leans over and scans the job. "Looks good. We'll split the money four ways."

"Are we ready to go then?" Chris asks the group.

"Uh. Sure I guess?" Bryliy speaks

“Yes let’s!” Scott shuts his eyes and rubs his stomach with a hint of worry. “It’ll be fine.”

Chris begins to walk down the guild steps, putting the flyer into his pocket.

Aziraphale hangs back for a moment. "I... I need to talk to the guild master...." She turns, and with long strides, hurries back to Frederick with a scowl.

In a fume of lavender essential oils, Fredrick in looking into a mirror that floats in front of his face, and he's combing his hair.

She pauses just outside the cloud of oils and hesitantly steps into it, coughing and sputtering as the scents invade her nostrils and every pore of her skin. *cough* "Frederick?" Aziraphale gasps. "Can I *cough* speak with you for a *cough* moment?" *cough cough*

Fredrick looks up at her, "Ah! Aziraphale, darling!" He stands up and the mirror flies into the back room. "How may I help?"

She fans the air in an attempt to clear away the essential oils. "I wanted to ask you who you thought the strongest guild member is, besides yourself of course. This is just to collect information, nothing more."

"Are we taking any transportation?" Bryliy asks