The Little Details [Mel, Jude]

[Augustus Nacht]

Augustus Nacht moved about his office, packing away various tomes among other things. He intended to make for the new isle soon along with Georg and Saleena. However, there were some other matters that he intended to take care of as well before that departure. Matters that involved a certain individual who had something that he... wanted was not strong enough, nor was needed. But it was something that the Druid lusted after no less. And this... certain individual needed to meet with repercussions for their actions. Decisive, humiliating repercussions. It was all too simple of a matter to put word in among the ever growing seedy underground of Bern that flourished during this time of revolt and turmoil. A promise of high payment, a bit vague on what exactly the job entailed beyond humiliation of the target and obtaining what he desired. Usually just enough to catch the interest of some of the more experienced thieves among the underworld.

At any rate, he could not simply wait on a reply to the matter either. The green-haired Druid continued to pack away various odds and ends. Tomes, ritualistic tools, even a scrying orb to keep an eye on certain individuals. There had been something... odd in a cursory glance recently. And it seemed to emanate from the area of Lycia. Where exactly, he could not say. But it was certainly curious no less. It would be something to keep in mind when he returned from the isle. A curiosity to be sated when he had what he desired.

After a time, Georg came calling for the Reaper Shepard. Apparently his job offer was accepted quicker than anticipated. Striding out of his office and down to the entrance hall, he would take a moment to observe the ones who desired to earn their pay this day.

"Welcome to my humble abode. I take it you're the ones interested in my little offer."

[Jude]

Jude leaned quietly against the railing outside the big, imposing wooden door in front of him. His arms folded, he seemed completely uninterested in whatever was about to happen, but since Mel had dragged him out here telling him he'd be earning his keep, the pink-haired boy figured it was a good a chance as any to earn some money to replace their supplies and maybe even have a little extra for something fun and exciting, a trip, or some fancy food, or nice desserts. Or new weapons or a nice lodging. Something-- anything-- would be better than the hard ground they almost always slept on. Jude only ever really got nice bedding when he could steal enough to pay for it himself. And despite his earned reputation, it had really been some time since he'd picked any heavy pockets... Or any pockets at all.

The red-eyed boy scanned the horizon. It seemed mostly deserted where they were-- for all he could see, it was just himself and Mel at his side, who looked a little more prepared than he himself was. Jude had, in reality, only just fully healed, and so any job he took would have to be handled with care. He still felt awkward despite all of his efforts to save face, and as he uncrossed his arms to feel the cold metal of the handrail he leaned against, he wondered what Mel was thinking. But he wouldn't dare ask.

He spoke up, though, offering his position, pretending to be in charge. "Listen, uh... I'll do all the talking." He cleared his throat, awkwardly coughing into his gloved hand as the wooden door creaked open. In its frame stood a green-haired figure, wise-looking; he carried a commanding and imposing, if scary, air about him. Jude raised an eyebrow, unaffected by this atmosphere, and turned his frame to face the man. He put a hand on his hip and appraised him, disinterested.

"Humble, I dunno. I hope that doesn't mean you're broke. We're here for some quick cash." He said, detached. Jude ran a hand slowly through the pink tufts on his head. "...Yeah, that's us." He finally admitted, looking down a moment. "What've you got?"

[Mel]

Mel shifted her weight, rolling from her heels to stretch up onto the tips of her toes. She wasn't fond of the waiting game when it was nothing more than some sort of pathetic formality. However it wasn't like there was something better to do, some other pressing matter begging for her attention. They needed money and this job was paying more than enough for them to restock on their lost gear. It was probably something troublesome to make up for it, that was how this little dance worked.

Jude looked just as bored as she did, though he did a far worse job of hiding it behind his disinterested scowl. It was preferable to wide eyes and a gaping mouth like some sort of awestruck child she supposed. Maybe Jude could indeed be professional, if only a tad. Mel gave him the benefit of the doubt, a subtle shrug of her shoulders the only answer to his declaration of command over their party for the meeting. On one hand he certainly could ruin the entire thing and nearly get them killed. Again. In the off chance that she wouldn't simply slap him and take over if negotiations turned south. She hoped that the other teen would have the sense to take it seriously.

Mel stood with the hood of her cloak pulled low over her face, standing off in Jude's shadow. It was easier for her to observe when her eyes were obscured from the other party. Keeping an eye out just in case of any trouble lumbering their way. While she had insisted to the pink-haired ape that there was nothing off about the job she was pushing them to take, it was far too convenient. Convenience left her suspicious, particularly after their latest bandit encounter and following mishap. As much as it ground her teeth flat in irritation, her ability to pose as nothing more than a child had it's uses.