Knock Knock Knock,

Marcellus’s knuckles would rap sharply against the wooden door through which he was hoping to gain entry. “Is anyone inside?” Marcellus would only have to wait a moment at the door of Lulusia’s most successful Merchants guild before it would open and a tall man would step out onto the stoop next to Marcellus, closing the door behind him. “What do you want kid? We’re pretty busy.” The man who now addressed Marcellus was incredibly tall, standing at about 9 feet tall, towering over the young boy and drooping his long blue dreadlocks down in front of Marcellus’s face and obscuring his view. Pushing aside the dreads that nearly touched his face, he’d make direct eye contact with the taller man,“Well sir, I’m interested in joining your guild. I’ve developed a bit of a fascination with the sale of goods and believe that your group would be helpful in gaining knowledge and connections for it.”

While his words were mostly true, they didn’t tell the full story. Marcellus had more than an interest in selling goods, he had an obligation to help his parents grow their weapon’s dealing business during his journey as a member of the revolution. Joining the Merchant’s guild would only serve to help Marcellus by giving him access to more legitimate clientele as well as possibly a few tips to help him when he takes over.  “Well boy, unfortunately for you we have an age requirement to begin initiating into our ranks.” Well, there went Marcellus’s plans. His age was the one obstacle he had the most difficulty overcoming as his only real option was to wait for it to naturally solve itself as he got older.

Defeated, Marcellus would drop his head, and he’d be preparing to turn and exit when the tall gatekeeper would continue to ramble,“You shouldn’t feel bad though, we aren't really accepting anyone right now. Since those spies for the Queen were revealed all of the guilds have been hesitant to recruit anyone new.”  This information would stop Marcellus in the middle of his turn, causing a light bulb to go off in his head. Maybe this spies thing could be exactly what he needed to get himself in with the merchants and the other guilds of Lulusia,“What do you mean spies for the queen? What happened?” Marcellus was now pumped up again, gaining back whatever positivity he had lost upon being rejected; this was his shot. “Well,” the gatekeeper would hesitate to respond, only sighing and deciding to give up the information upon seeing the gleeful look on Marcellus’s face, “Not that it matters to you, but recently it was brought to light that on orders from the Queen some royal guards working as spies infiltrated some of the guilds around here and a member of one of them was killed. Some of the men were caught but we don’t really know if there will be other so we can’t risk taking any new members for a while.” Upon finishing his anecdote the gatekeeper would be surprised to see Marcellus now beaming even more brightly.

The situation made sense to Marcellus, but he wasn’t about to simply allow it to stop him from getting what he wanted. “Easy solution then,” Marcellus would say while fishing through his pockets to eventually find and pull out a flag with the symbol of the revolutionary army on it, “I, Marcellus Wesson of the Revolutionary Army, vow to find and take down every spy that was compromised, in order to send a message to anyone that wants to follow in their footsteps.” Marcellus would then take his flag and drop it onto the doorstep of the Guild Hall. “Anyone who steps over this flag will be considered disrespectful to the Revolutionary army and will be dealt with swiftly by my own hand. Let your guild know that no one will be bothering you while I’m handling this business.” The Gatekeeper would of course be shocked by Marcellus’s words and actions, but he’d develop a faith in the boy with just a look into his eyes and at the fire within them. In that moment he’d decide to trust Marcellus despite his young age, “Fine then, I,Wataru Greyold of the Lulusia Merchants Guild, trust you Marcellus to handle this task for me with a promise of membership to the guild should you succeed.” Then, taking care to avoid stepping directly over the flag marcellus had lain at his doorstep, he’d open the door and allow Marcellus to enter the guild hall so that he could start his mission.

Doriki:

Equipment:

Skills :

@Ganon

Marcellus allowed the tall man from the front of the guildhall to lead him inside, eager to get into his mission. The adult male led the young teen to the main room of the guildhall, a circular room with walls and floors of marble as white as cotton and a diameter of 10 meters. The 12 meters high ceilings made the short dark skinned male feel even smaller than he usually did; as he was able to gaze up and see the mural of the night sky that was painted onto the ceiling which seemed almost impossibly far from where he stood.

Wataru allowed the revolutionary to continue to admire the beauty of his room for a while longer before interrupting him,"So, I have in my hands a collection of every bit of information we have gathered about those few men who were found to be working undercover in the guilds." His utterance of the word so was quickly followed by a snap, which not only drew Marcellus' gaze away from the tall stranger in a T-shirt who had entered the hall not long after them, but also caused one of his men to come forth from the shadows and hand him the stack of papers that he had just been telling Marcellus about. "These papers should have everything you need to know about these men in order to hunt them down, I'm trusting that as a member of the revolutionary army you'll be able to handle such a simple task without needing any of my men to accompany you." Marcellus took in Wataru's words with a scoff of indignation,"Yeah dawg you don't gotta worry bout shit if I'm on the job. Those fucks were pretty much dead the second I told you I was gonna take em down for you."

Wataru raised his eyebrow slightly as Marcellus's was of speaking was something he didn't hear often, but he was able to look past it. "Fine then, come back once you've completed your task and membership into the merchants guild and all of the perks that come with it will be yours." Marcellus had no doubt about his ability to finish his task, but there was a single thing that still bothered him as he took the papers from Wataru's hands and prepared to leave,"How will you know that my job is done? Should I bring back something to work as proof that all the guys are dealt with?" Wataru only chuckled at Marcellus's concerns,"No need for all that. Word gets around pretty quick around her especially when the merchants are involved. We have our ways of making sure we have information in case we need it to make  sale."

Satisfied with Wataru's answer Marcellus turned and left the guildhall, attempting to make eye contact with the tall man who had come int after him, with no intention of breaking eye contact once it was established.  Something about the tall gentleman put Marcellus on edge, and he felt like it may be something more than the man's height intimidating him and making him uncomfortable. He intended to keep eye contact between them as he left, going out onto the street and looking down at the papers he had been given. "These guys are all the same to me, but I guess the one on the top of the stack is the one I can take care of first." Marcellus looked down at the paper on top of the stack, taking note of the man's appearance and reading the description of him that was on it. Marcellus smiled, excited for what was coming next."Guess I'll be seeing you soon Mr. Alex Watanabe."

Doriki:

Equipment:

Skills :

@Ganon