Richter sighed. "You're not an easy one to reason with, are you?"
Crown grinned. "As wonderful and beautiful as ever." he replied.
Then it struck him.
He heard the voice before indeed. Back in Berlin during the Faul Johann case...
Crown's gazed focused onto the man and slowly turned into a glare. He couldn't be completely sure, but it was a possibility. One he had to test out. His eyes slowly lost their sharpness and he started speaking completely calm. "How about you take that mask of yours off? No need to hide your face here on the battlefield."
"You want an A kid?" Luna asked Joe. "Cause that's you get an A."
Molly did take quite a big drink from the can before putting it down. "Anything to wash down the hairs stuck in my throat." she said while Bellclair finished her rat and quickly cut the top of the can open with finger drinking the whole coke in one single go.
"No i had it with me..." Emily said. "But that's not the only thing gone." she told Rin as she opened the bag and showed it to her.
So much about having a guide through this Ciel thought.
"Elliott can you walk?" she asked as she leaned onto the wall, a bit away from the door.
Just as the group started walking up again and towards the door, they could hear commotion outside. Coming to the front door they got to look at a rather strange scene. Apparently two individuals were arguing with a small group of people in uniform. They would recognize the uniforms however, simply black uniforms, with dark red details and white buttons, the same ones the bandits outside the city wore. The other two they were speaking to also seemed to wear some sort of uniform. Not exactly a real uniform, but one could say that their clothing styles were similar at the very least. They both wore very bright red. One could probably spot them easily from miles away if they were to walk through a green field or on a brown muddy road.
The one who seemed to be doing the talking for the two was a tall muscular man. He must either be some sort of physical worker or at least work out regularly to keep a body shape like that. He wore what appeared to be a black breastplate made of some unknown material. It was very thin, tightly fit to his body but also looked quite sturdy and light at the same time. Besides that he had a red cloak and black pants. His eyes were gray like steel and his hair white like snow, a bit unusual given that the rest of his body would suggest that he wasn't older than mid thirties. The man was certainly someone who would attract attention wherever he went.
Next to him standing silently, but balancing on her tiptoes or just jumping around him was a girl. She was considerably younger looking, no older than eighteen. She had a round friendly face and glistering big eyes. She looked like the type of girl you'd imagine to be innocent and sheltered from the world. And the way she twirled around certainly supported the notion. Her hair was red and so was her dress, the same color as the man's cloak.
Elise's attention went from the girl to the group of men and the tall white haired man having what appeared to be a heated argument.
"You heard me!" one of the men from the group yelled. "In this city you're reporting to us and working for us, no way around it." the other man didn't reply just gazed at him with a somewhat bored expression. "Besides, not like anyone else needs you anymore. A relic of the past that gets by eating food other people throw away, that's what you are. So swallow your damn pride and come work with us. We've been monitoring a few potential apprentices for one like you. You'd get warm beds and food, both you and the girl. It's a fair deal. Refuse our kindness and we're taking you in right here for being a threat to the public." the man finished ranting and picked up with appeared to be a crossbow, pointing it towards the two. "I'm counting to three, after that i'll threat you as any other sorsom using scum, you hear me?"
The man said that and started counting. The white haired man only smirked and shook his head just as the man reached three.
Then there was a loud noise. The girl had stopped twirling around and there was a scream of pain echoing right after the noise. The crossbow had not been fired however and it was on the ground with drops of blood dripping onto it. What Elise had no heard before was that the one noise she heard was actually five, coming so fast one after another that they melted into one. The girl that had stopped twirling held a red gun in her hand, smoke coming from it's barrel. The man who was holding the crossbow previously was clothing his hand. All five of his fingers were bleeding and it was quite obvious what had happened. One bullet for one finger. She had hit all five before he could fire his crossbow.
Though he was still wincing in pain the girl stretched her tongue out at him and grinned with a certain type of arrogance and glee on her face.
"Didn't you hear him?" she asked them. "He already told you that scum like you weren't fit for it."