[attr="class","genesis"]He was starting to wonder if he had a thing for defenders like himself.

Bounties were interesting little things. Tidbits of lore and mystery that were tantalizing for those curious about lore. If it was just a normal game, it would be easy and entertaining to him. Yet this game was not a game anymore - it had become reality on several levels. And the red head was one of those people that didn't want to think about 'outside' all that much. Mainly because video games are escapism from a lonely, miserable life, even when they become a death trap. It had become a place where he could be more then just what he was expected to be, or failed to be. And he thrived in such a place, even as he was walking in the desert sun to his destination.

It was hot, there was no denying that.

The cape on his shoulders billowed behind him, giving him a striking figure. His eyes were cold, some might even say empty as he took in the surrounding area. Scurrying passerby, people that were frightened. All the signs of a haunt of his little bounty. If he was such a male, he'd smirk in arrogance. But such a thing - arrogance that is - had no place in this situation. His partner for this case was graciously waiting for him. Unfortunately for Magicman, the guild meeting had gone on a little longer then expect, and thus he was slightly late. He hated that, so his strides were long and quick, to make up some time.

It worked a little bit.

A bar was a normal meeting area. He cut an impressive figure, the small doors open and the sun at his back. His long cape billowing as he moved, curled around his ankles as if he could vanish with it. A head of red, and ice cold blue eyes that seemed to glow eerily in the shadows that fell across his face. It could have been a tactic, but honestly on some level, Magicman just enjoyed such trivial little things like that. But his gaze landed on the only player in the room at this time. That must be his partner for this bounty, even as he approached him.

''It won't be long now before he strikes.'' he said. No need for introductions, as his fingers tapped the party invite with a smooth, practiced motion to the male. Magicman did not like people, he knew that much. It made him someone that cut straight to the heart of things quickly. Perhaps the other would appreciate it, perhaps not. But he was simply here for the bounty, nothing more, nothing less.

He had no obligations here.

bounty 1/8

[attr="class","genesis"]Despite his disgust for people, the male thought that this might actually go well for once.

His words were actually sensible, and didn't waste time either. The red head could almost feel appreciation for that honestly. Those feelings were perhaps the only reason that he wasn't his naturally 'charming' self. Taking the offered hand - he did know how to be polite - he shook it once firmly. ''Magicman.'' he replied, not really having a reply to his comment afterwards. If he tried, the male might say something like 'and as long as you're not going to fuck up' but that would be more then rude. And even though normally it wouldn't bother him, he figured saying something like that wasn't going to contribute to teamwork all that well.

His head twisted, even as the in-game alarm ringed.

''Our target is in the area.'' he said. Magicman had worked hard to memorize how the system worked - and as with most bounties, they had a marker. Most people had a hard time keeping an eye on the UI and in the game, but he was used to such multitasking. After all, how else are you supposed to be able to chant a Latin-based spell, whilst doing the appropriate ritualistic motions on top of that, without being able to multitask? The red head felt the ghost of a smirk - barely could tell it was there - cross his face, because it was about time things got going. Turning on his heel, he was already on his way out, eye on the mini-map to track their prey.

''Showtime.'' he muttered.

bounty 2/8 sprry for the wait :/