It's Hunting Time. [Angeal, Night, Closed]

[missionmod]

Montblanc was busy and had been for quite a while. New Marks came in all the time and it was hard finding new hunters to take them on. Sure, the run-of-the-mill Marks were something even the most novice of Hunters could take on, but it was those Elite Marks that needed putting down and he had very few capable, much less willing to go after them. Montblanc didn't blame them, but they were starting to pile up. If someone didn't get to them soon, who knows what havoc to wreck and if there was one thing Montblanc didn't care for, it was havoc being wrecked. Bad for business.

Since he was concentrating on his bounties, he hadn't noticed two gentlemen come in. Well, one gentleman and some kid. It actually took someone tapping him on the shoulder to make him look up from the papers. Montblanc looked up (since, really, he had no choice, being a Moogle) at them and got his first impressions. The taller gentleman had a longsword by his side. Well, at least he was armed and in good physical shape. He also had the look of a warrior about him, which also earned the man points with Montblanc. The kid, though... too short, too scrawny and looked too green to be out hunting monsters. Thus, the conclusion Montblanc reached was that this man was training the kid to be a warrior or some such. It was either that or the man was not going to be winning Father of the Year Trophies anytime soon. Either way, the moogle supposed he couldn't pass this up.

"Ah, good day to you gentlemen. I am Montblanc and welcome to the Hunt Club." Montblanc said, in a polite but rushed manner. He was busy, after all. "If you knew to find this place and were allowed in, I assume either you were invited or I need a heavier guard on the door. Either way, as you can see," the moogle waved his hand at the stack of bounties, "we are rather short-handed at the moment so new faces are always welcome." Montblanc then pointed at the board covered in bounties. A few Hunters were already looking at it. "Over there is where the new Marks are posted. You're free to take any of them, though I suggest novices like yourselves should stay away from the Elite Marks for now. A dead Hunter isn't as useful as a living one, you see. Other than that, take the poster to me and I will look it over."

"Now that we have the basics out of the way, may I have your names? If I'm going to be paying you, it would be best if I knew your names, yes?" Montblanc pulled out a couple forms and started writing everything down about the two Hunters.

[sake]

Travelling the worlds had its costs, ones that a person typically wouldn’t first think about. First, one had to deal with the initial shock that there were other worlds out there to begin with. Second, one had to figure out how to travel to and explore these strange, different worlds. Third, one had to figure out how to survive in all of these different worlds. Angeal had travelled to and explored a few worlds on his own now, some of which had been more pleasant than others. As he was a nice and honorable man, it took some getting used to, these worlds and their customs. Each place was different, and yet, many of them carried something similar. Something that he was missing from his person entirely. Munny, they called it.

Angeal thought he was broke before these adventures started. He’d never felt so poor in his life.

He’d caught wind of someone seeking hunters, people to kill monsters for money. Typically, something like that wouldn’t interest someone like himself. He fought for honor and to protect those around him, not for money. Some may call Angeal a monster slayer, but he didn’t consider himself anything of the sort. He was a pacifist who only brought up his sword when asked, or sparring with friends. However, considering his current situation, the ex-Soldier had no choice but to consider being put in such a position. Sometimes, you had to do things you’d rather not to survive. This may have been one of those times, Angeal told himself. Thus, he found himself caught up in what the men had to say, and before he knew it, he found his feet on another new and strange world. Their words followed him, to answer the call and need of this “Hunt Club”, and where to find it.

He approached the place matching the description the men had given him. In front were two men, clearly meant to guard the place. He eyed them for only a moment, glowing blue gaze gauging their strength. Their gazes met, and a mutual understanding was formed. Angeal wasn’t a man here by accident or intent on causing any harm. He’d clearly been pointed in this direction, invited by fellow Hunters. The broadsword on his back suddenly felt heavier than it had in a long time, as he stared at the door, knowing what he was about to partake in. He felt ashamed to admit that part of it got his adrenaline pumping; Angeal was a warrior that had a thirst for battle. The idea of taking on a strong monster was … fun. Intriguing. Something he hadn’t felt in a while. He could only hope his killing would be justified, that he was making this world a better place by getting rid of the monsters. After all, he’d sworn to defend his honor by any means, during this blessed second lifetime.

The ex-Soldier took a few steps forward, ignoring how loud his heavy footfalls sounded to himself, but stopped short of this next sight. A boy, just a kid had walked inside the door. What … How? Angeal may have only saw him for a few moments before the kid had disappeared behind the door, but he was sure it was a … child. Angeal shook his head, dark bangs brushing his face before deciding to ignore what he’d just seen and walk inside the place already.

Inside was no more of a welcome sight. The kid was still there, approaching the table just as he was. At the table was a small creature that slightly reminded him of the moogles back on Gaia. He seemed to be very busy, but Angeal was sure that this was who the hunters had told him to see. On the wall was a board filled with what were, no doubt, mission requests. Not one to demand attention right away, blue eyes turned to the kid standing next to him. The kid was pretty small, he couldn’t have even been 5 feet tall. Scrawny and lanky, from the looks of it too. Though, his looked more like a pre-teen than anything … Still, much too young to be crawling about in a place like this. How he’d even gotten in was still beyond Angeal’s understanding.

Montblanc began speaking, and Angeal allowed his attention to be turned away from the kid. He listened intently, letting his mind blank to absorb everything he was hearing. Seemed pretty simple; go to the wall, pick out something to .. kill .. and then do so. Angeal crossed his arms over his broad chest, tapping his bicep restlessly. The pent up energy was driving him a bit crazy, and hunting these monsters was something he wanted to get over with quickly. Novice mark or elite mark, it didn’t really matter to him. Though, he was quite interested to see what these elite marks offered. Were there creatures here tougher than those on Gaia? Considering what he’d already fought, would they be a challenge?

The request for his name brought Angeal out of his own thoughts. He unfolded his arms and gave the moogle a pleasant smile, “My name is Angeal Hewley, an ex-Soldier.”

And I have nothing to my name, so yes, I’d really enjoy getting paid.[/color][/i]

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[classy=postingbg] A few days had gone by since Night had left Felix to go out on his own for awhile. The young man annoyed with just staying on world and doing what Felix claimed to be training. Tch more like sick torture was what it was, and for what? To still feel like he has barely improved? 'It takes time' he says but for Night it wasn't something that he had. He wanted strength sooner not later, there were so many people out there who had years of training on them, some who have been training for longer than he has been alive while here he was having barely started a little over a year ago. Well that was basic survival training, it wasn't until after he had his spirits did he start really fighting. The young keyblader sighed as he walked around on yet another random world. For not trying to find a pace to receive some extra munny. In his haste to leave, he had left all of it over at Felix's and now when he was hungry or cold rather than bye a room or food, he had nothing. As he traveled he had herd of this so called 'hunting club' where they would hunt beast for munny. Though Night wasn't to interested in fighting beast of all things. He needed to get some extra cash and soon. He heard where this place was and soon traveled there. "This must be it," he said to himself as he looked at the building, about to walk in until the two brutes at the door quickly stopped him as one of them put their hand in the way of his path. "This isn't a place to play child, go play with your friends or something." the guard at told him pushing him back a bit to pretty much tell him to shoo. Though Night had no intentions of leaving, "Hey look I was informed this place was here to heard some extra munny, and I plan to do just that for I am no child." "Yeah sure you aren't, just leave alright kid otherwise you'll might get hurt." Honestly he was getting sick and tired of people addressing him as a child, he was a warrior like any other and he wanted to be treated as such. He summoned his keyblade to his hand to look as threatening as possible. "Look despite my size, I am no child, I am a warrior and I can handle myself just fine, now you will let me in," he growled glaring at the two. Usually he would be intimidated by their size alone, but Night was to frustrated to deal with his fears and worries. He wanted to get things done an over with. Sure he might get his aft kicked by these beast but he was going to try at least. See if he has improved at all after all. And hopefully with some new skills he's learned he might be able to do more. The guards locked eyes with them for a moment before looking to each other then allowing him to past. Warning him not to get killed before Night dismissed his keyblade and walked into the building. Once he walked in and saw that he was no longer in the line of site of the brutes he signed in great relief his usual panic seeming to have returned and revealed as he was able to stand up to them. Though now it was time to move on. He was walking toward the table where he saw some little creature thing. It made him nervous but from his experience small animals like him aren't much of a threat. He looked back as he heard the door open again seeing as some guy come in. Night giving him a bit of an annoyed glare when the guy gave him some weird look. Though his attention was brought back as the small creature spoke. It all sounded simple enough, grab a paper then hunt the monster. He heard the older man introduce himself, I'm Night...... uhhhhh keyblader?" he spoke the last part a bit of a questioning tone since he wasn't really used to introducing himself with a work title. "So we just pick a paper then?" he questioend wondering if they can choose yet or if he had more questions. [/classy]	[atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][atrb=style, background: #dcdcdc;][classy=notesbg][STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #505e7b; line-height: 25px; color: #505e7b;]NOTES[/style] NEW POSTING TABLE! [STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #505e7b; line-height: 25px; color: #505e7b;]WORDS[/style] 729 (how'd that happen o,0) [STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #505e7b; line-height: 25px; color: #505e7b;]TAGS[/style] Mission Mod, Angeal [STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #505e7b; line-height: 25px; color: #505e7b;]CREDIT[/style] [STYLE=font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase;]BY jumpstart! of btn and ote[/style][/classy]
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[missionmod]

"Let's see... Angeal... Hewley," Montblanc said, his pen flying over the memos. "Ex-Soldier... and Night, a... keyblader?" The moogle looked up and gave Night a rather quizzical look for about a minute or two before going back to his memos, grumbling something about children and weird titles. "Well, the both of you are registered with the Hunt Club, so you will be paid upon mission completion. And yes, Night, just take one of the pos- OH, WOULD YOU TWO KNOCK IT OFF?!" Two Bangaa had been fighting over a Mark and were about to go to blows before Montblanc yelled. "Honestly, there's enough Marks to go around, you daft brutes. If you insist on causing a ruckus, go take it outside like the street rats you are!" Needless to say, the fight did not progress.

"Sorry about that. As you can see, it has been busier and busier as of late and thus, tension has increased. But, no matter, back to what we were talking about, the posters are over there on that board. Elite Marks are listed as such if you two seriously have a death wish. But you may choose whichever one you think you can take on. Just remember that your skills will be tested no matter what beast you take on so I suggest preparing yourself beforehand. And also take note, we only pay for completion of the mission. NOT before. Right! Off you go, you're creating a line!" Montblanc waved a hand at them to go away so he could take care of more hunters or prospective hunters that had gotten into the Hunt Club and lined up behind Angeal and Night.

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[classy=postingbg] Night just gave the small creature an annoyed look, as eyes narrowed in annoyance. Okay sure the guy didn't know what a keyblader was, but it gave him no reason to give him that weird look. He was uncomfortable enough in this place as it was and he didn't need the weird looks to add to it all. But he crossed his arms for now and gave a small sigh as for now he just gave the two of them info one what they needed to do. The young keyblader looking over his shoulder as the small creature yelled at two brutes fighting over something. "Right sure sounds easy enough," he answered him as he moved off to the side, just looking back to the line that was created by how long it seemed to have taken them. Though enough of that, it was time for monster picking, and to try and avoid the elite marks. 'Okay Elite... ummm E... L....I...I...T? I think... okay maybe sticking around Felix for more reading lessons would have been a good idea, but at least think I know the word to avoid now,' Night thought to himself with crossed arms before looking to the papers looking at the different monsters. Eyes blinking as he saw each one unsure about which to pick, and being sure to avoid 'eliit.' Though he was so focused with those letters together that he didn't really see that he was with monsters that were a bit advance. Moving between a few people he grabbed a random paper with some random monster. Honestly he felt nervous about this whole thing, never been one to fond of beast, especially since they reminded him of the beast back home. The superior races of his home, right now this thing looked least like the beast back home, hopefully he will be able to hold himself together through this mission. [/classy]	[atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][atrb=style, background: #dcdcdc;][classy=notesbg][STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #505e7b; line-height: 25px; color: #505e7b;]NOTES[/style] Switching to have some humor >w> [STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #505e7b; line-height: 25px; color: #505e7b;]WORDS[/style] 321 [STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #505e7b; line-height: 25px; color: #505e7b;]TAGS[/style] Mission Mod, Angeal [STYLE=font: 30px courier new; letter-spacing: -1px; width: 100px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -10px; border-bottom: 1px dashed #505e7b; line-height: 25px; color: #505e7b;]CREDIT[/style] [STYLE=font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase;]BY jumpstart! of btn and ote[/style][/classy]
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[sake]

A … Keyblader?

Now that was interesting information.

Angeal nodded to Montblanc politely, even though the moogle was clearly too frustrated and busy to return that politeness, and turned to go to the mission board, paying no mind to the line they had created in their wake. He watched the kid out of the corner of his eye, mildly interested what a keyblader would be doing in such a place, let alone so short on cash. Pushing the thought from his mind, the Soldier returned his gaze to the mission board, admiring the large selection. There were marks that ranged from beginners (Looks like something we’d have 3rd Class Soldier’s do, just because there wasn’t anything else going on.) to advanced and elite (What is that? Definitely looks like a challenge, anyway). Blue eyes wandered over the choices, wondering what to pick, what to choose.

It was then that the kid, Night, he’d called himself, stepped forward and grabbed a sheet that Angeal had just been looking over. An advanced level bounty … It definitely didn’t look or sound like anything someone as scrawny and young as the kid could handle on his own. He immediately frowned, imagining what a mission like that could do to one kid, keybearer or not. Angeal rolled his eyes and attempted to remind himself that this kid wasn’t his responsibility. However … it didn’t do much to pull his mind away from the thought, and he knew that it wouldn’t. If he let Night go on this mission alone, and possibly get killed, what kind of man would he be? What honor he didn’t leave at the door wouldn’t allow such a thing. He sighed to himself, the defeat inevitable. He was a man of many weaknesses, and helping punks who bit off more than they could chew was one of those.

Cautiously, the Soldier made his way past a few other bounty hunters and to Night. He put on a small, polite smile and put a hand on the kid’s shoulder, “Hey, Night, right? I see you’ve picked up a pretty advanced mark.” He removed his gloved hand from Night’s shoulder to point at the paper the kid was holding, “What do you think about us taking that one as a team?” Angeal kept his tone light and conversational, attempting to be respectful and not insult the kid’s ability to battle. But, needless to say, there was no way he was going to let Night do that mission on his own. Absent mindedly, Angeal led Night back to the table where the moogle sat, so that Montblanc could take the mark and send them on their way.

[missionmod]

Montblanc had managed to cut the line down by half by the time Night and Angeal came back. Of course, a lot of those happened to be hunters that simply didn't make the grade. When the two would-be hunters put the Mark poster on Montblanc's desk, the moogle looked up and nodded. "Already back, are we? Good, good. Let's see what you picked out..." Montblanc looked over the poster... then back at the duo... then back down. "... You're kidding, right?" Montblanc then sighed and put the poster down. "I suppose I can't be surprised that you two want to test yourselves. But you're clearly getting way over your heads. First of all," Montblanc held the poster up. The word, "Elite" was stamped on it in bright red letters. "ELITE. Did you two not see that?! Second of all, you chose the Behemoth Emperor? Of all things?! Grr... fine, fine. I can't afford to not send you, after all." Montblanc then wrote something on the poster and then pulled out some more paper and wrote a message on it.

"Right, give this to a man named Otto. He should be at Migelo's Tavern and he'll give you the details of the Mark. Migelo can point the man out to you. Otto will also be the one you report to for the reward. I wish the two of you luck. You'll be needing all you can get." Montblanc then shooed the two off before going back to his paperwork.

[Larxene]

Due to Night being the only person left in this Mission, the party does not satisfy the mission requirements.

Mission Failed