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(We were making jokes about Nazis, Trump's border wall, among many other things that we probably shouldn't joke about.)
(Aye.)

(Nah. That sounds like me and my friends. )

Wisteria got what she needed into a single bag and a small rectangle that was a blue pouch with red stitching on it. Of course, her school bag hung over one of her shoulders as she made her way outside the front of the school.

(We ended up saying 'Heil Hitler' a few times, it was beautiful.)

Marth was leaning against one of the columns, Metallica's 'Hardwired could be heard playing from his pack, using the music so he wouldn't doze off as he was awaiting for her arrival.

Upon arriving, the angel tapped her foot almost impatiently. Touching him to gain his attention wasn't even considered as she hated when others tapped her. Personal space was a must, so she just stood and waited for Marth to notice her presence.

( Reminds me of the Auschwitz song we sometimes sing.)

(We would get along real well, I think, lmao.)

Shaking his head, Marth had said a few of the song's lyrics rather than actually greeting her. He smiled at the angel, "Ready to start heading out?"

She nodded, making sure her signature ponytail was tight. "When you are."

"Alright. Mt. Royai is roughly a half day journey. I don't think we've got too much to worry about when we get there." Marth started to head out north.

Wisteria followed behind him, her free hand never straying far from her dagger strapped to her thigh. The Academy taught her to always be on guard. A demon can appear out of shadows, so one might pop up at any time.

"The pay for this mission's pretty nice, a good 50,000 gold reward. We'll split 50/50, that'll still leave me plenty of gold to throw into my travel funds..." Marth smiled, keeping his hand near the hilt of his sword.

The angel half-listened to Marth as she went. Being paid for completing missions and assignments was commonplace at the Academy.

(Who was the person they're after? Like, their name and all.)

(The guy's name is Corrin, the owner of an illegal slaving organization.)

"Maybe this mission will finally give me enough for what little I need left..." Marth mumbled to himself, looking through some of his notes.

Wisteria’s mind wondered back to her life at the Academy. As far as she remembered, there weren’t any demons by the name of Corrin. That meant she could maintain her cover a little while longer…
“Hmp. Like things are ever that easy,” she grunted.

('Kay.)

Eventually, they reach the base of the mountain. "Keep your eyes peeled for anyone. Corrin is known to wear red and blue often, KU can be seen on the back of his cloak." Marth drew his sword, looking around.

Wisteria imagined the man described to her. She took out her knife and got into a defensive crouch from which she could still walk or run if need be.


(Who should spot the guy?)

(I'll let you spot him. The cursed man wears KU stuff, so show him no mercy )

The sounds of people could be heard a short distance away. Marth approached the sound slowly, keeping his blade ready to fly.

(Such a gentleman. )

Wisteria heard them, too, her muscles tensing. She peered into the fog, trying to make out the shapes of the ones talking. Since angels had heightened senses, she managed to make out a few undistinguished forms.

"Can you see anything?" Marth asked, fairly blinded by the fog. His hearing was above average, however his sight was not. He kept his sword ready, pointing it upwards.

Wisteria vaguely spotted a flash of blue with black lettering on it. “There!” she hissed quietly so they wouldn’t overhear her. “Corrin.”

"...Not only does the bastard enslave people, but he also supports KU. Talk about the most evil combination in the land..." Marth said with much disgust. He slowly and quietly approached the area.

(Kansas State all day everyday.)