Kill the capital [Akame ga kill RP thread]

Noise filled the crowded streets of the bustling capital. The sound of hundreds of people echoed off the stone building's lining the streets, the sound of footsteps like a stampede on the cobble roads. While this noise and constant person to person pushing was normal among the busier parts of the capital today was exceptional. Not only were the streets of the market district especially crowded but the entire wave of human population was all centered around one thing in the middle of the square. Rising roughly ten feet above the cobble floor of the city stood a large flat wooden platform. Atop the platform stood five figures, four of which seemingly towering over the crowd of people, the fifth however sat in a kneel in the front of the platform. The man in the front wore what seemed the be dark brown or black leather garments, his hands tied behind his back and a black sack hanging loosely over his head. Behind this man was another, tall and dressed in black, a brown sack with cut out eyeholes was tied around his neck, covering his head. He stood tall behind the first man with a firm hand resting on top of the other mans head, his other hand holding a long and fearsome looking Bardiche straight up. To the left of the two men in the middle was a woman, while still young she appeared to be just out of what most would consider to be a young adult. Her pale skin and bright eyes fiercely standing out from the dark robe she wore, the occasional gust of wind revealing one of her eyes to be covered by a patch. Sitting ready in her hands was a overly complex looking gun of sorts, its light colored metal shining in the evening sun. While most would have no idea what the machine was others could easily identify the distinctive machine as a Teigu, even fewer would realize it as Pumpkin. Standing on the other side of the platform was a young man, while he was slightly shorter than the rest on the platform he stood as erect an intimidating as he could. He wore an outfit of all white, outlined in a blue with contrasting golden buttons holding it together and letting out an awful glare against the sunset. Being held in his left hand was a black sheath with red lacing wrapped around the handle, the curved side of the sheath facing up towards the sky. his right hand rested lazily on his side. Behind him towering over the rest of the people on the stand stand a man , he appeared to rest between the ages of the man and woman on the ends of the platform. He wore a white outfit and donned dark blue hair, his eyes matching in color. His most notable feature were the two horns protruding from his hair. In his hair was a large mace of sorts, standing at about the same towering height as the man himself with what looked like a large metal outer part wrapped around the top of it. While he appeared to be that of a human anybody who had studied well into that of Teigu would most likely be able to identify his unique appearance as that of the biological Teigu Susanoo.

Mairon sat on the wooden stage, his knee's beginning to throb from the pain of supporting him against the rough wood beneath. He maintained his breath at a deep steady pace, doing his best to keep it from blasting into a frenzied panic. While a sack covered his head it wasn't hard to make out the crowd gathering below him through it. The chattering of people causing his thoughts to run wild. What a bunch of fools, all of them gathering here to watch the execution of Night raids leader. They think that the empire is keeping them safe by killing him, by creating some group of fighters called the jaegers? His thoughts were interrupted by the blinding rays of light that fell upon him as the sack was hastily raised off of his head. He felt a tight grip wrap around his skull, the executioner keeping him in place. He looked down at the now cheering crowd, his black eyes scanning over them each. He occasionally caught a glimpse of some of his companions in night raid, a smile crossing his face as he did. He had planned for this whole thing to happen. As soon as the Empire announced the Jaegers he knew that they would want to show them off with the capture of night raid's leader. He had told them that trying to save him would just mean death for all of them. It was just a shame that he had been foolish enough to try and fully fight back when he was captured, he hadn't even taken out a single Jaeger and his Teigu was taken, god only knew where it could be now, maybe in the hands of some sheep of the empire? He felt a pressure push against his back as he fell forward. He lay forward on the stone block in front of him, his eyes glaring down at the basket directly in front of him, the final resting place of the cranium he had grown to know and love. "Looks like you aren't going to give me any last words?" He asked the executioner, he hoped it was loud enough to echo over the crowd as well but he doubted it was heard over the tidal wave of cheering.

The executioner behind him held up a stern hand and the crowd instantly fell quiet. He looked over the silent crowd for a moment, the large weapon in his hand staying firmly planted into the wooden platform. "This, as many of you should know is Mairon, the conniving, and evil leader of the infamous group of murderers called night raid! To show to the people that the glory of the Empire is never ending and refuses to be brought down by such ruffians we are putting on this execution, making it incredibly obvious to any that stand in our way that the newest part of the empire, the jaegers are more than capable of taking down even the smallest of threats like this roach here!" He paused his speech as the crowd broke out into cheering. The executioner took his foot off of Mairon and moved to the side of him, inspecting the blade of his weapon. As he did this one with a perceptive eyes may have caught the young man off to the side raise a finger by his side and wag it forward. The tall blue haired man behind him stepped forward to take the executioners place, putting a firm boot on the back of the leader of Night Raid. The executioner raised his axe high into the air as the crowd broke into a tantrum of cheering and shouting. Mairon's body tensed as the crowd exploded, anybody watching would see an unexpected smile slide across his face and his mouth wording something along the lines of "Good Luck". The ax fell and the crowd refused to halt as blood spilled.

Keita stood off to the side as the executioner prepared his ax. He had already called Susanoo forward to hold the man down now all that remained was waiting. Keita eyed the girl across the stage, he could only assume it was another member of the Jaegers. This was to be the first day of the organizations existence, he wasn't sure why they were the ones to get the glory of capturing the leader of night raid but he didn't much care for the Empire's reasoning. Yet he couldn't help but find it odd that there was only one other member present. He tried not to worry about it too much and returned to his duty at hand, making sure this went off smoothly. With his hand wrapped around the sheath of his weapon he scanned the crowd. It wasn't uncommon for normal people to carry around weapons but that just made it even more interesting to look out for nights raid. He did his best to appear as unintimidating as possible. He hoped that one of the members were stupid enough to try and stop the execution the only thing that could make this day better would be if he were able to gut a foolish member of the assassins. Keita found himself lost in thought, only to be wrenched from it by the sickening sound of a mans head being cleaved. Keita almost looked away in disgust but he forced himself to look on and towards the crowd as stoically as possible. He waited a few moments for the crowd to begin to disband before jumping off of the stage and walking around to the front of it. He cockily leaned up against the wooden beam, this day was meant to put the Jaegers in the spotlight and he planned to do so. With his arms crossed he waited, hoping that the other members of the jaegers would make their way towards him.

Lyra smirked almost as in delight as the Night Raid's leader was executed and his head started rolling. "Well there goes the great and mighty leader of the Night Raid." Lyra thought too herself then she laughed. She then remembered that the Jaegers were all supposed to be here but so far see only sees one other member. "That can't be good for us..... maybe they were busy elsewere?" Lyra then thought. Well it's probably nothing, well at least she hoped it was nothing. Either way she noticed the other member who's name was.... Kieta? Ehh she figured that they better get to know eachother if they are going to be doing anything helpful. Lyra walks over to him and introduces herself.

The cheers of the crowd were deafening, and Mizu at first hadn't a reason of why. All she had known was people eagerly pushing past her, shoving her out of their way to get somewhere. Was it free money? The crowd was too big to be watching a brawl. To big for any event she could think of, really. She had only just returned to the Capital after camping out alongside a river that was a ways east from the bustling city. She had needed an escape for a while, time to clear her head. Because of the few scattered Danger Beasts that crossed her path, she had plans of selling the carcasses in town today, and they were lumped neatly in a sack she was struggling to carry over her shoulder. Her scythe, Brezu, was wrapped in cloth and flung over the same shoulder, the long handle painfully nestled inbetween her body and her cargo. The weight was only making the weapon push harder into her back, and she could tell that it was going to leave a mark.

Sighing, she was tired of fighting the crowd and ended up traveling with it. What she was met with almost set her off balance. The crowd was screaming their joy, people were craning their necks to get a better view. It was an execution like she had never seen before. It was a celebration, a momentous event. But with so much of other's joy, all she could feel was disgust. She pushed her way toward the front of the crowd and laid eyes on the unlucky victim... and sucked in a startled breath. It was Mairon, leader of the Night Raid. It was years ago that his face has been firm in her memory and she was hellbent on finding him, on fighting for him. She was naive then, and stupid. Terribly so. Why is he smiling? she thought, watching him take his final breath. God, I would have loved to get into his head before this... I never would have though...

Before her mind could wander any more than it had, it was over. The cries of joy from the crowd faded, and the Empire was proudly showing the bloody display. If any good comes of this, Mizu decided, least he died thinking he was doing right. That smile, nobody can take that from him now. And just like that, Mizu's mind did what it did best, turn in a completely different direction. All this celebration will probably score some free drinks!

She scanned the dispersing crowd before bringing her gaze back toward the center stage. Along with the executioner stood three individuals she could only assume were the Jaegers that the Empire had been declaring the saviors of the people. Hopeless fool, another dagger to slide into the backs of all the supposedly loved citizens. Another reason to kill off anyone who so much as doubts why they're here. She didn't mean it, but at that moment her glare toward them was visible. Catching herself, she steadied her emotions. Night Raid's in the same brush, though. All they do is create fear, and there can only be so much fear before everything snaps. Then the Empire will be an even greater Hell than it already is. She turned, noticing most of the crowd had thinned out. "What to do now?" she asked herself rhetorically under her breath, unsure. She still carried her bounty, but there weren't any current vendors to haggle with. "Damn Capital is messing with my business opportunities, too."

Tch, you fool. I warned you this might happen, he thought as he watched the execution. He shook his head, keeping Yatsufusa sheathed. He understood and relayed that there was little point in Night Raid taking action against them, that The Revolutionary Army would end up giving them a new leader or one of them would have to take the stance as the new leader of Night Raid. I have little interest in leading them, it becomes a lot harder to gather the intel I can relay back to both Night Raid and The Revolutionaries. But its a shame Marion is dead, he thought.

The deafening roars did little to please him. It was hard to gather whether these people suffered or prospered under the current system. Etiher way, he was rather disgusted with it. Whether this public display was supposed to draw out Night Raid or simply make them look weaker, Teddy would have nothing of it. Buried under a cloak, he turned away from the stage, no longer wishing to look upon what remained of his former leader and ally. For you, I suppose I could make them pay. If I could get close, Yatsufusa could claim you but that would be risky, he thought.

He resolved that Night Raid would have to step their game up at the very least. Operating alone was fine for Teddy, since he lacked the same bounty as most other Night Raid members had and he operated under a false name. Well, this is where I played my cards. Without The Revolutionary Army I would've either been drafted into the Empire's army or dead. So I suppose given that I collect information I'll be reporting this to the Revolutionaries, he thought as he began to walk away. He had people to meet, two disgruntled civilians who were willing to pay to see someone killed. Luckily they were the worthless kind of people, and deserved to die from what he's already gathered. Then he would get ready to hear from the heads to see how they wanted Night Raid to proceed without a leader. He also hoped the nearby Jaegers would not approach him.

A ways off the thriving, bustling centre of the Empire, several miles into deep, uninviting foliage and thick wilderness, no chaos or cheering or human intervention would disturb a teenage girl, quietly sobbing in a forest. She crouched next to a stone, gray and unyielding, as she scratched words into it's surface. One of her hands seemed to have morphed into a paw - the other one was an ordinary human hand. She appeared to have ears, though her tail, which she alone knew had existed, had faded away.

Zanya was occasionally flexing her right hand, as her left held the tomb steady, allowing her aches to disappear before resuming her work. In the beginning, as she's begun carving, her nails - no, claws - had begun to break, leaving her paw curling and bloody, healing even as she looked upon it, in a plume of smoky mist. The blood stains had remained, adding fresh layers to already coagulating coats of red haemoglobin. Finished, she stood up, wondering when her other hand would revert to normal.

The grave was empty, no body resting underneath the freezing soil, but it carried the souls of an entire village. Zanya had done her best, carving wreaths and hearts, doves and hopes. She'd struggled for a while for the words, but when they did came, they were accompanied by tears, for they bled from the heart. Exhausted, she lay back against a tree, unaware of the fact that she was a merely mile and a quarter from the base of the notorious Night Raid, even as it lay empty.

Markus had made a poor decision today. He'd heard his boss, a man he'd known for half his life and had considered a father-figure, was being publicly executed today. How on earth was he supposed to sit at the base and idly wait for someone to come back and tell him something he already knew was going to happen? Markus locked eyes with Marion as he scanned the crowd, and the man died with a grin on his face, assuredly knowing all of his comrades were watching. The blade hit the wood with a heavy "THUNK!", and the blood ran, glistening in the sun. Markus was always enchanted by the color of blood, but today was different. Today he knew that man would never see his dream, their dream realized. He would never see the Empire brought down, and his people freed. Markus bowed his head in respect, then turned to leave the Capitol. He would make poor decisions today if he stayed. Or rather, some idiot guardsmen would force his hand, and the Jaegers would really ruin his day. And possibly the rest of his week.

He managed to wind his way through the Capitol's back streets with little trouble, and slipped out of the city's walls with ease. On his way back to the base, he began humming a tune. It was a dirge, played by his tribe when they would lose one of their own. He hadn't heard or sang it since he was a boy, but it was sad and sweet and knew it complete, when he wore a younger mans clothes the words slipped between his lips like it was yesterday. Marion may not have been from the Northern Tribes, but he'd been like a father to Markus, and that deserved what little honour Markus could do for him.

Keita held an obvious gaze on the uncommon condition of the girls eye, while he almost felt bad staring at it he couldn't help but find his eyes drift towards it once again. As she finished introducing herself he quickly cleared his throat and looked away. "Right! Well its a pleasure to meet you Lyra. I'm Keita, master of the art of Iaido," He raised his arm to bring his sheathed sword into site as if to prove that he owned a weapon. "and as you should know member of the elite group called the Jaegers." Keita felt a shadow come over him as a small tug pulled at the back of his hairline. The boy swiveled to see the blue haired tower standing over him. "You're hair was far from symmetrical, that's no way to present yourself. Don't worry sir, I fixed it." Susanoo said in as monotone a voice as one could imagine. With a scowl Keita turned back towards Lyra. "And this useless housekeep is my Teigu, Susanoo" Keita turned towards the Tiegu again as the creature gave a respectful bow to the girl. "The pleasure is all my'n."

Keita looked up to the sky before surveying the surrounding area. The sun was just about to begin its descent into night so it couldn't be any later than five. He rubbed his chin. "Well aside from a few stragglers it seems that the crowd has died down and our performance is over. The night is just beginning, how about we stop by a tavern and get to know each other? We're cohorts now, might as well learn a little about each other." He shot her a joking wink. "Of course we could also do something much more dull like patrol the streets or go visit our headquarters. However I highly doubt there will be any sort of crime so soon after a display like that and I'm not sure about you but I've already been given a grand tour of the place and its really nothing special." He looked around a bit impatiently before his eyes flared in excitement as they made contact with somebody else's. A young looking girl with what looked like a sack on her back, no not a sack. The long wooden pole coming from it proved it to be otherwise, a pole-arm perhaps? He had nothing against the commoners carrying weaponry but why conceal it? Not only that but her kaleidoscope colored hair and odd, open ended attire showed her to be something other than the normal peasantry that made their way through the Capital. He didn't wait for a response from his acquaintance before he made a b-line for the girl. He nodded his head for Lyra to follow him, Susanoo already on his heels. "Come on walk and talk." He said, while still remaining in the realm of a walk he added a brisk step to it. As his path became obvious he gave a quick overhead wave to the girl to make his intentions obvious.


Zanya's somber moment of grieving wasn't allowed to last long. The opening of the forest was soon met by the escalating loudness of a humming. It was sad and sweet and she knew it complete It was not the kind of tune that one whistled along too, instead it was one much more fitting for her scene. As the tune continuously peaked louder and louder the forest began to acknowledge the company with the occasional breaking of a stick or rustling of leaves. What kind of person could find themselves in the middle of this forest at a time like this? Perhaps a danger beast of sorts?

As Markus made his adventure back to the base of Night Raid his ears would be met with a sound that was very unfamiliar to the surrounding area, tears. It seemed as he continued his course towards the base the sound only grew more and more amplified. Perhaps a lost villager? The Empire trying to push their luck with two night raid members in one day? Whatever it was it seemed almost impossible to pinpoint the location in the echoing forest outside of it being straight ahead.

It seemed Mizu had loitered much more than she had intended. She noticed in the corner of her eye that one of the great and heroic Jaegers move off from their golden pedestal to interact with what remained of the lowly, groveling commoners. Cynicism aside, she noticed with a start that he was heading in her direction, and her fears were only confirmed when their eyes met and he gave a wave to gain her attention.  Quick at his heels was what she assumed was another Jaeger, and a rather odd one at that. Horns? Is it, like a helmet or something? before she could dwell on the topic, they were already upon her.

She hesitantly waved back, forcing a hearty smile. A big smile for big heroes, I'm sure their work will be simply grand. The sarcasm edged in the back of her mind. How can people this powerful fall for all the bullcrap of the Empire, anyway? Not that's she'd ask in such a straightforward way... but maybe dancing around it if given the opportunity would be worth the risk. Falling into a casual pose, she shifted her sack of Danger Beast carcasses to a more comfortable position, also moving the handle of her scythe so it rested on her other shoulder blade as she did so.

"Hey there," she smiled when the two Jaegers finally made it to her. "Amazing day, isn't it? That was quite the performance, I'm glad someone's here to keep the Empire safe!" Even forcing the sugar coated words out made her stomach churn. She disliked saying things she didn't actually believe. You're only adding to the problem! her mind screamed for her to say instead, though her mental filter kept the words back. You'd be better off reaching a compromise, which would stop their actions as a whole, leave no grudge, and give you powerful allies as you try to fix the real issues! She bit her lip. She wasn't keen on dying for her words today.

The gates were opened and inviting for the newcomer, not to mention all the citizens walking about and doing their daily act. The newcomer arrived being pulled by wagon and horse, and even though he looked more like a blacksmith because of his black apron he wears, and the always slightly ridiculously big leather gloves that's normally seen on smithers, some people would think of him as a travelling merchant because the creaking wagon only told of weight.

He get's the horses to stop and jumps off "Hm... so this must be the Capitol..." he said aloud to no one specific, then he calls over a passerby to ask them where the market place would be. After receiving the information, he gave him a thanks and went on his way to his destination. He looked around as he moves along, there was a lot of people in one area 'must've been that execution event I have heard of on my way here.' Although he isn't keen on the idea of killing to solve an issue, it still made him wonder what this Night Raid group had done to have their leader executed, and what looked to be the whole Capitol to arrive and watch.

He arrived a little bit later at market place, he stopped his wagon in an area between two market stalls and started setting up. Setting up took up a bit of his time, but once finished, he put some steel into the furnace. He was thinking about how good steel can be for weapons 'very durable yet a lot heavier than something like iron... which makes it a great ore for making weapons for knights, who basically already have heavy armor to hull around, a steel sword isn't that much to worry about lugging around'

Zanya's private moment of somewhat audible sobbing was interrupted by the crack of a twig, the sound reverberating through the silent forest; silent as a grave. Its very silence was pressing, causing her ears to hum, and reminded her mildly, dully of the first sight of her village. She did not want to linger here. Her attention was drawn back to the source of the sound as some leaves rustled, scuffled by...feet. Only humans trod heavily enough to create that sound.

She hesitantly abandoned the grave and walked over to a tree, ancient and bending, secure in the wisdom of the ages it had seen and weathered, persisting through the vortex of time. She stood before the gigantic oak, still and alone amidst the blizzard of leaves it shed around her, falling; falling like tears. Dwarfed terribly, light filtering through the canopy overhead reflected in her eyes until they danced with the same luminence as the entity in front of which she stood.

What would the trees have to tell her? Many were the days she'd conversed lightly with the trees, listening to the wind as it lilted through the forest, ablaze with the light of dawn. How could the elders not see this, this ethereal beauty, even as it stood in all its splendor before them? How could they not do as the forest, the Wild, commanded?

Zanya gently stroked the rough bark of the tree, watching with fascination as her hand yielded to the trunk, noticing the cunning delicacy of the fingers that gripped it, how they adjusted themselves to all the inequalities of the surface, curling over and under and about the rough wood. She finally planted a firm, confident palm to the trunk, only to be met with...silence.

It is not the way of the Wild to like movement. Life is an offence to it, for life is movement; and the Wild aims always to destroy movement. It freezes the water to prevent it running to the sea; it drives the sap out of the trees till they are frozen to their mighty hearts; and most ferociously and terribly of all does the Wild harry and crush into submission man - man who is the most restless of life, ever in revolt against the dictum that all movement must in the end come to the cessation of movement.

Zanya flinched back in terror as the chilled core of the oak yielded no reply to her tranquil speech. For the first time she looked at the forest with new eyes. Eyes not her own. Eyes shadowed over with grief and fear, glistening grey in an ashy face, the afore person all but forgotten.

Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness - a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life.

Zanya attempted to unsuccessfully stifle a whimper. Where was she? An incessant, whining thought arose with frightening solitariness, isolated in the aching stillness of her mind.

I want to go home.

He met with the first client. A woman living in poverty who was willing to part with all her savings to see an abusive guard killed. We get a lot of requests like this, I'm honestly not suprised, he said, walking away with some earnings. They'd use the money to fund their operations and the such, anything they'd need to spend money on of course. The second client didn't have any money. It was a poor child who had her family ripped away from her. She was a slave from the north, and he felt pity for her. He decided to make a note of the situation since the family involved was notorious for slavery and slaugtering visitors to the capitol. They were on the list, but by no means were they a priority with the Jaegers and their presence.

Teddy closed his book, having penciled down the two notes and their details. He already knew the schedule of the guard, he would have to tap into his information logged back at the base to see if they would have to do any kind of scouting on the family. It might need to be done anyway with the Jaegers around. He slid the book into a small pouch around his waist and shook his body, moving on. He would head back to the base now, someone would have to control what members were left and ensure that no one engaged in any reckless behaviour. As he was leaving, he spotted the Jaegers engaged in conversation with another person. His curiousity got the better of him, as he took in a much better look of the Jaegers. Of course they're human, what else would I expect. Morality bends us, I'm sure if they knew I was Night Raid's primary source of information they would waste little time to see my head roll, he thought as he turned away and continued on.

He began to leave, he would find himself moving quickly through the forest to avoid being followed, taking a rather narrow, twisted path. He leapt from the branches until he came across Markus, a member of Night Raid like he was. Stopping, he maintained his distance and kept hidden. That noise does not belong, was he tracked, Teddy thought letting an annoyed noise escape his lips. He readied Yatsufusa and waited to see what would happen.

The sunlight hurt Markus's eyes, and he spent much of the walk back with his eyes closed, letting his feet handle his usual path. Twisting and winding through the undergrowth, he managed to hear the subtle *swoosh* of Teddy's cloak through his tune. That man was always keeping up on everything, hard to say what information he'd share. Luckily he'd already learned the important stuff first-hand. The Capitol had an answer for them, they'd be abusing it, AND they'd have to deal with a new boss. Talk about a clusterfuck. He mentally sighed, finishing his tune as he did so.

The abrupt silence was met with a soft whimper, and an overwhelming feeling of being hunted. Markus knew Teddy would be ready with Yatsufusa, and began walking towards the whimper. After a few steps, he waved Teddy towards the base, giving a thumbs-up to let him know he was okay to handle it on his own. Probably won't let me out of his sight anyway, but I might as well try. As Markus began trying to make his way towards the source of the unknown, whimpering... hunter... he did his best to make himself glide across the forest floor, knowing whatever he was about to deal with might very well be able to hear him anyway. As the sense of danger began to peak, Markus caught a scent he was very familiar with: blood. There was also a rather unpleasant burning smell that made him wrinkle his nose in disgust. What the hell happened here? Markus froze, his body barely hidden behind the trunk of a tree, because he caught sight of what looked like a young girl in the woods, wearing tattered, blood soaked clothes. How, exactly, should I handle this? Probably the same way I met Night Raid for the first time... "Um, hullo? Please don't kill me, I mean you no harm. Please let me take you to a place not far from here where you can get some proper clothes and a meal. Probably a bath and a place to sleep if you have nowhere else to go afterward, too." That had sounded a lot less weird in my head... fuck.

(Catch up post. Sorry....)
Lyra waited for Keita to finish talking hen heard him say walk and talk then headed in one direction. Lyra not wanting to be left behind hurried to catch up. She then asked "Where you going?" while getting close to catching up then muttered to herself quietly "Those drinks sounded nice...."

(Sorry for taking the spot light, but seeing as reta is unresponsive (and I'm unsure of Ava), maybe it would be a good idea to try to get this going again, and I don't think it would matter to much either as my character is more like a filler character anyways XD)

Jeff continues to forge weapons in his shop, he noticed he is nearly out of iron, so he finishes his current weapon before hiding everything in a little area, in case someone tries to steal from him, he would have enough time to return and see this. He leaves his shop behind and goes looking for an place selling iron, asking people where the best place to buy high quality iron and possibly other materials. He finally buys what is needed and starts heading back.

Lyra while running thought to herself "Really Lyra? You really need to work on your running skills...." then she sprinted up and almost ran into Kieta and saw him talking to the strange oddly nervous girl. "Probably nothing..." she thought to herself "She's probably just scared that two jaegers coming towards her". "Why hello there." Lyra said with a bow to the girl.

Not receiving a reply for her greeting or initial statement from the two Jaegers, Mizu saw the final one dashing toward the group, and the final Jaeger quickly came into focus. Oh lord, at least one of them speaks! she thought. Any more silence would have probably made her considering bailing from the situation entirely, but that'd bring too much unneeded attention. Not that this attention is any better.

Mizu bowed straight after Lyra did. Her eyes, despite her best efforts to divert them, fell to the area near the girl's missing eye. She bit her lip, not wanting the bring up the obvious question to a stranger, and a Jaeger at that. "Hello," she said instead, "as I was saying to your, er, friends here: I'm very appreciative of what you're trying to do! Keeping the Capital safe can't be an easy job." Technically it can, you're all just doing it wrong. This whole bloody country is doing it wrong! "My name's Mizu, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Nice to meet you Mizu. My name is Lyra. And this is Kieta, who basically brought me here to talk to you and he isn't even talking...." Lyra said with a sigh not even noticing how Mizu was attempted to avoid her gaze. "Anyway I believe why we are here is to ask about the sack with a stick coming from it. I hope your not planning anything bad..." Lyra said with a chuckle.

Her heart skipped a beat, of course they'd be worried about a potentially weapon-toting person at the execution of the Night Raid's leader. Of course, if the Night Raid were the type to be stupid enough to reveal themselves in this hopeless situation... the day may have been much more interesting. Least she asks questions first, I suppose. That was too close of a misunderstanding. "Oh, that," Mizu chuckled. "I just got back to the Empire from a camping trip," she explained, "this..." she gripped the handle of her scythe and carefully withdrew it before lowing her arm in a relaxed and nonthreatening manner. "Is my oversized can opener. The bag..." she slung it into her other hand and shimmied it open, revealing the carcasses of several low level Danger Beasts, "... is just to carry my hunting kills. I was going to sell them in town today but, well, there was something going on instead of the usual market." She shrugged and slung her scythe and bag back across her back. "Sorry for any trouble."

Lyra gave fave became confused. "Over sized... can opener?!" she's probably lying about it but oh well better just keep an eye on her, at least she was honest about the other bag. "Well I guess that's all really.... Thank you for your time Miku. Oh and is over-sized can opener a nickname, because I see no weapon on you and you had to kill those somehow? Or is it really what you said?" Lyra said with a more serious expression.

Wow, she doesn't seem to get sarcasm. Noted. Mizu couldn't help but chuckle a bit before catching herself. "Pardon," she said, lifting her scythe handle, "this is still a weapon. Anything pointy enough and metal can kill a Danger Beast if you try hard enough." To prove her point, she set the bag down at her feet and gripped the cloth currently wrapped around the scythe's blade. Then, she slightly unraveled it, revealing the glean of the metal beneath and the sharp edged tip of the blade. "The cloth keeps it from cutting me or anyone else on accident, but it can still do damage when I need it to... in self defense of course! Plenty of us citizens have weapons, after all, and I'm assuming you did as well before you became a Jaeger." She was trying to steer any lingering hostility by pointing out the obvious. It wasn't uncommon for anyone to have a weapon in the current state of the Empire, but she supposed this girl was being overly cautious considering it was her first day of being the Capital's oh-great protector.

The scythe itself, although still mostly obscured in the cloth, was covered in strange, ancient runes that no longer seemed to serve a purpose. The little bit that Mizu unraveled and the convenient positioning of the sun's light reflected a portion of one of these runes, highlighting the fact that it, perhaps, wasn't an ordinary weapon. In all appearances, it could even be a Teigu or Shingu. While Mizu didn't have knowledge of what either of those things were, if Lyra's eye was keen enough she may notice this fact. Of course, the scythe itself hasn't yet displayed any otherworldly ability, although the girl wouldn't have known such.

"Oh!!!!!" Lyra said feeling stupid right now.... "That's a nice scythe. Anyway sorry for the stupid question Mizu." Lyra said with a frown. "Come on Kieta we can't waste any more time, we hate to get back to base now!" Lyra said while running off practically dragged Kieta with her. "Was that an ordinary scythe Kieta? It looked awfully fancy."

Keita had lost himself in the thought of the girls quick response, all that followed after was no more than a background noise to his brains slow and steady start. He snapped himself out of his stupor as soon as the "Girl" now known as Mizu protruded this large metallic dirk on the end of a stick. While the handle itself was no more than a glorified branch the metal of the weapon was nothing to blink at. The blade was fairly cleaned and well kept, allowing the traces of the glyph's on it to catch sunlight making them painfully perceivable. As the flash of this blade broke him from spell of numb-mindedness he found that his first reaction to the weapon was to reach for his own. In what seemed like an instant brought both of his arm's up in front of him before snapping the left one back to by his side. The quick jerk unlocked the sword from its sheath leaving the black metal sheath in his left hand and the red handle'd sword skillfully caught in his right and poised to strike. Just as he realized that his "Opponent" was of no threat and instead just showing off what Keita could only imagine would be a peasants prized item was he yanked away from the situation.

Keita glared at Lyra with an almost expressionless confusion. "Let me get this straight. We see a mysterious person and approach them, they show off their weapon to us, which happens to be unique and quite possibly something more than an ordinary weapon and your first response is to pull us both away from the situation?" He ended confusion with a sigh as Susanoo idly walked over the where Lyra had take Keita. He remained silent and expressionless as he led his sword back home with its satisfying hiss, followed only by the click of it locking in. "Now, assuming she hasn't made her hasty escape from the two bewildering Jaegers, may we go back to questioning her?" Despite his questioning tone Keita had already turned back to the direction in which they came as his eyes scanned the crowd for the girl.

"Fine if you want to go ahead be my guest, but shouldn't we be heading back to base soon? And I knew that weapon wasn't normal just wanted to make sure and I think she hasn't left yet." said Lyra trying to point out Mizu in the crowd "And besides I dragged you along because you just stood there looking dazed. Why was that anyway?" Lyra asked looking concerned "Are you ill? Plenty of other times to encounter her if she is night raid but it would be bad to fight someone while ill."

Jeff finished a few of his weapons and puts them on display, and stands there, waiting for anyone to arrive and buy. With it being what seems to be a very busy moment, he is expecting a lot of sales today, so he currently has around 15 weapons ready to be sold, and he is also ready for any custom orders he can do.

Lyra not waiting for Kieta to respond walked away and headed in the direction of the Jaeger Base but got distracted along the way. She saw a group of weapons on display with a guy standing around which seemed like the owner, and then the next thing she knew she was going over there to check them out and maybe buy one, "Maybe I'll find something better than that dagger I still have from that... incident..." Lyra thought to herself as she was looking at the weapons.