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K The Dope Dealer

Postby Kisetukai on July 29th, 2013, 10:51 am

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Timestamp: 46th Of Summer, 513AV

Another day, another day in his town to explore and be free, and he wasn't doing jack. He couldn't be free, not in these walls, not in this castle. In a city where you had to take a walk to go see the sun, it was good to not be claustrophobic, but it was even worse to be a dreamer. To want to badly explore and leave, after all he had learned from birth that this was probably the safest city a man could live in, anyone for that matter. But for him... It was becoming the exact opposite. He was dying from... Excitement. He really did want to find what was out there, he wanted to go to that city that constantly changed. That city with... Well the one with the library and books didn't sound that interesting, but the one with the red heads... Hot damn.

The bottom line about his thoughts, was that no matter how awesome his home town was, he had always wanted a vacation. He could fend for himself, and if he could live on his own, then he damn sure could live where he wanted. And it wasn't like it was forever, he would surely come back, he just wanted to go get some foreign... Behind. Was that a crime? He would have to go vent sometime, and get some questions answered by his patron, but for now he was ok. He would just have to go calm himself down the only way he knew how... Sex. Yeah, that was always a... Crap, he had already promised Paul he would stop by, and he definitely couldn't break that promise, because he was a good friend. So he would stop by there, and then go get some sex, sound good? Of course it sounded good... First thing first though... He had to get out of bed.

Yup, one of the most hated things in this world, that was sadly mandatory. When you had to get out of bed, when you had to get up and get your day started, and he was no different. He had to get up, and do exactly what he had planned the day before. No more laying his head on that soft pillow, that ceiling that was dull but relaxing, it all felt so good. But, he had to get up and start his day, and like always that's what he did. Slowly raising his warm white blanket off of him, exposing his manhood to the cold air, thank the gods he was alone. Getting out of bed was simply, pivoting on his behind, and plopping off on the right side. Grabbing his daily morning candy off the top of his nightstand, placing the rock hard candy in his mouth. Pepper mint to freeze up and blow away potential morning breath till he dealt with it, the honey candy was to mask the taste of the peppermint, that crap was nasty.

He hated anything with such a taste, it was like medicine, with he horribly hated. It was amazing he took it with necessary, and if it wasn't for a few certain women, he would never be healthy. He was a kid, inside but not outside, outside he was a man. The body of a man... The perfect body for a kid, he could get virtually anything he wanted. Now, what he really wanted, was to skip his morning exercises today. Yeah... Seriously, he had morning exercises and warmups, how else was he supposed to support such an invincible body. With that being said and done, he finally got up, standing straight with a simple full body length stretch. Reaching up with his arms, he aimed for the ceiling, the bright light finally growing ok with his eyes. Now that he was good to go, he should've worked on clothing... But he was alone, and it had been a while since he last saw Bolivar, he then began to wonder what happened to him.

Did he move to a new dorm? A new room? He hadn't seen him even at dinner, so where could he have gone? Did he fall from squire hood? All that magic finally caught up to that bastard, he probably lost his arm, and the knights dropped his sorry ass. Or... "Maybe he had something to do with that Rogue knight killing squires thing..." A small moment of blankness and shock flushed through him, as he reflected on the rogue knight and his clutches, ultimately feeling that it was possible. Finally snapping back to reality with a gulp, he felt himself get a grip, clearing his throat as he tried to change his thoughts and subject of mind. "Eh... Maybe Kisetukai doesn't need clothing for his warm ups... Wait? Why the hell am I talking in third person?"

After a sigh, releasing stress and trying to act like that didn't happen, he began warming up. Beginning with his only known multitasking ever, pulling his right arm across his chest and heating up his shoulder. Also, while commiting this, he kept his legs as close as could be without hurting his perky junk. After all morning wood wasn't a tall tale, every boy over the age of five knew this, and he was no different. He began to squat, although since his legs were close together,they only bent forward. With that being said, the front of his thighs were on fire already, warming up and pumping with blood. It felt good, because he was forcing his body to begin multitasking with the blood, which was necessary. After a few moments, he switched, using his right hand to help stretch his left arm. After that was over he stood up straight, swallowing the flavored saliva that filled his mouth, courtesy of his candy. 

Then he fell forward, yes, straight forward as if he had heart failure. His actions were of no such showing though, as his massive hands fell forward to catch him, patting the cold floor. A blank face he held, a face of maturity showing that he had to do this, like it was a daily vitamin of some sort. He grabbed his weight, extending himself out, assuming perfect sit up position. First came the warm up to this warm up, meaning basics, stuff the commoners would do if they wanted to attempt to get a body like him. Simple push ups, going down once, he could instantly feel the change in temperature from the change in altitude. It was cool down here, and it began to wake him up, but he didn't have time for that. Popping back up with ease, his arms began to pump blood also, he could feel power beginning to surge through him. But it wasn't good enough, one wouldn't cut it, and his muscles already knew the routine. So he went down again.

Raising himself up, he went down quicker, and flung back up. Instantly growing bored, he was excited to get to Paul's house, because the sooner that was over the sooner he would be in some lucky girl's bed. Just like... Every other day almost... Damn his life was getting dull, it was almost the same every-... No! He couldn't think like that, he couldn't be like that, he had to stop. "Really K? All this damn depressed thinking is beginning to sound whiny... Let's stop please." Again, more third person, he was beginning to disgust himself. Speeding down with a few more pushups, he was done, he couldn't take anymore. The warm up was boring, and it was letting him think, and he hated when he thought. Bad things always happened, so he made sure to keep himself busy, like now.

His hands shifted, pivoting and turning inwards, creating a spade with his hands. It was one of his most loathed work outs, but it gave him some of his most favorites of results, so he went on with it. Slowly going down, enjoying every moment of it, as he could feel his chest warm up. Pecs were beginning to twitch a bit, bulging and waking up, blood flowing like a river. He sprung up even quicker, eager to go back down for that same burn. And he did, a deep breath exhale out of his mouth as he scaled down slowly, his body shivering from that pleasure surging in his body. Down, up, down and up, down and up and more up and downs. Until he began to become bore of that also, and it seemed like his chest wasn't going going to bulge anymore, so he was done with that.

But... What truly separated him from others his age, was not only pure strength, but the elegance. As he raised his left hand, placing it being his back, beginning a whole 'nother set. This was one of his favorites, because it was his hook and straight arm, basically his strongest. Or at least the arm he went to for a power shot, so why not. Going down and up, it had been years of practice, with no true wobbling in his arm anymore, he was impressive and had come a long way. Exercising was a fun thing for him, like bath time for a little kid, except instead of getting clean he was getting ripped. But then again, this was just a simple warm up for him, a simple way to get his body prepared for his day. Going down once more, he could feel his arm getting stronger, until after a few moments it was the same as the rest of his body, only one arm left.

Sliding back out his left, he raised his right hand, placing it behind his back. Instantly, he could feel his left hand wobble a bit, something he needed to be training more. Going down once wasn't a problem, he dropped down, struggling to not fall over. Not only was maintaining balance tough, but going back up... Was impossible. He couldn't, and he was pushing it to it's limit, left arm was already giving up. "Weak ass jabbing arm!" He grunted as he slowly began to go up, his arm apparently wasn't giving it's all, it was just his brain. Either way, he pushed back up, and his arm was on fire. Burning and asking for no more, he couldn't take it, but like always, he decided to push it. Once again he dropped straight down, but as soon as he tried to push up, he instantly realized reality. "Ok that's it." He said calm and bluntly, rolling over onto the cold floor, cooling himself off. He kicked himself up, quickly getting to his feet, ready to keep the exercise going while the blood was still hot and pumping.

Walking to his bed, he crouched and grabbed a blur of white, pulling out his punching bag. Raising the heavy bag up effortlessly, placing it atop his shoulders behind his head, placing his palms on both ends. Squeezing the dummy inwards, he began to work on his trapezius muscles, letting them flex and also warm up. He squeezed and relaxed, and repeated, and repeated. About four times, after all, that was simple. Then he leaned to the side, and let it slide down, miraculously standing it up in the process. He then remembered, basic stretches. Twisting and turning, releasing a multitude of pops in his back, and he prepared to do his last arm training. Jogging to the wall, performing a fail handstand, and leaning against the wall he stood on his hands upside down. Of course he didn't have incredible balance like this, but he was able to stay up on a wall, although it definitely... "Dammit! My ass!" He yelled out, that wall was freezing.

At that very moment a young squire bursted in, apparently thinking he was in danger, forgetting to knock. Looking directly at his hanging manhood, K looked directly at the young boy, a blush on the kid's face. As he quickly looked away, and ran out, slamming the door behind him. Nonetheless K decided to keep going, dipping in with his hands, lowering and raising his body. "Poor kid... He's probably gonna have low self esteem now, I should get him a cake... Damn, I should get myself a cake... Dammit I want some cake now, I'm gonna see if I can get it for breakfast." K said with a smug voice, feeling sorry for the kid. A few more pumps of his body, going down and back up, feeling the blood rush to his head. He only wanted a few, after all this was becoming a small work out, pretty soon his back would be sweating. So he leaned forward, falling over onto his feet, popping up successfully. He then walked over to his bed, sitting down on the edge and laying at a ninety degree angle.

Now he could feel his core beginning to burn, and his thighs began to flex, it was go time. Catching the dummy onto the front of his ankles, bringing it down, an lifting it back up. As it came up, he held it, and performed a sit up with his arms folded. Going up, and then back fully laying down, now back to his legs. His legs cruised down, and then back up, lifting the sand weighted bag easily. Finally he brought it back up, and performed a sit up. He looked like some sort of cycle, working his body like a gadget, flexing with every motion. He then let it stand up, releasing it from his grip, adjusting himself back to a ninety degree angle. Now he raised it up with the inside of his ankles, squeezing it now, letting the inside of his thighs burn. He could feel his body finally warmed up, almost every muscle in his being, it was good feeling. Dropping the bag, standing up, and kicking it back under his bed. He began to walk for the door.

"Oh! Almost forgot, clothes, clothes are what normal people wear." K said as he snapped his fingers, turning to the side, and walking down to his chest. Kneeling down, he opened the chest, almost getting distracted on his bulging muscles. A smile faintly forming on his face, it felt good, good to be so damn strong. He began exploring the contents of his chest around, pulling out his apparel and putting certain things back. Black gloves first. "Black boxers or white... White, black boxers take too much heat." He tossed out underwear, sliding it on effortlessly. "Ok since black was done injustice, I'll wear some pants today. Black cargo pants! And why the hell am I talking out loud again?!..." He slid on his pants, then a thin black tee shirt. "Black socks and black shoes... Oh Sylir... All black once again, the things I chose..." Either way he had to get his day started, but first, breakfast!

And so... He went to go eat.

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[Later sometime]

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[color=red]Syliras atmosphere was not like most towns, from what he guessed himself and from the little knowledge he had of other towns. Where else would it be so populated, where else would it be so smelly, hot, stuffy, and overall boring. The routine for this day was just like every other day, and no matter how much he tried to ignore it, it came back harder into his mind. Although it was hard for anybody to notice, he still looked the same, and why was that? Because he was a boy who knew how to keep such feelings on the inside. Whining was for children and women, and he was neither, he was a man who did what men did, get on with life. So here he was, on his horse in the maiden district, outside of the apartments. Yes, he could've walked, but cmon... Why? He was a young squire, free horse's, free food, free shelter, might as well live it up in his small town right? Of course.

He held the reigns lightly, clutching them in his gripped hands, holding them perfectly in front of him. He was getting used to this, for he could remember a time when he would begging to be let down by now, well not begging... He didn't beg. But he definitely didn't like horse's, their smell, or their size. But now he was totally different guy that didn't mind, he didn't care about how high he was off the ground, he didn't even worry about elegance anymore, because it came naturally. He didn't have to watch out for people, they watched out for him, and he competent enough to at least hold down his weight. Pulling up on the reigns as he was coming in close, he tapped his left foot, grabbing a majority of the reign in his right hand. Pulling up firmly, the horse raised it's head, neighing as if it got the message. Slowly he turned in, and he could hear the change in terrain, pure cobblestone. He then trotted, a simple clot all the way to the holding area, where he would park. Slowly coming to a stop, he raised his left leg, and pivoted. Until he joined up with his left leg, quickly hopping off and creating a sting in his ankles.

 Shaking a bit, he grabbed the reigns and tied them to the post, the only horse there... Well, he was in a commoner's zone, so he could understand. Sighing silently to himself, he rubbed his horse's mane, pretty. With not much haste, he proceeded to enter the corridors of the apartment, losing what little light there was. His eyes took a moment to adjust, but his body already knew the directions to Paul's apartment, making a left and ascending stairs. Soon he entered a long hallway, lit by only one torch, and filled with a variety of smells. Yum. He continued to walk, of course avoiding to touch anything, after all commoner's had filthy habits. One was bathing, well the lack of it anyway, he had known many who chose not to bathe. And there was no true excuse for that, cleaning yourself was important, very important. But he would have to shudder and be in disgust at a later time, for he had made it sooner than he thought, a random door in the middle of the hall.

Knocking without facing the door, it was a simple pattern, one, two, three, four. Then came the code word, why he had to say such a thing he never knew, but heck he did it. "I'm here to get some flowers for my mom." He said firmly, his deep voice awakening the area, he was sure someone heard him. Instantly the door crept open, and just as fast he was swallowed into the darkness, closing it behind him and kick the towel back under it. "Hey sorry I'm late Paul I-... Where's Paul?" K looked up in the dimly lit room to find only Paul's wife, no Paul in sight, was this a set up? She still had the erotic candles set up, the smell of perfume and drugs thick in the air, and her clothing... Well it was inappropriate for someone her age. Although for someone her age, she did look... No, no he just had to go, he had to get out of here.


Without a moment to waste, Paul's wife grabbed K by the arm and guided him to sitting on the couch, sitting on the one opposite of him with her legs crossed. Looking at the boy with a seductive look, she spoke out gently, telling the honest to Sylir truth. "Paul's gone, but he will be back soon. Don't worry. And before you try to leave, don't worry I'm not planning a thing, your safe. But if I may ask... Why do you hate me?"

Being forced by a woman to sit was ok, it has happened before, but this woman... He didn't like her so much. He didn't like how she acted, he didn't like the way she presented herself or looked at him. Well he kinda did, but Paul was a good friend, and this woman's husband. Gods be damned, could he have a sliver of respect? Every time he came over, she began to eye hump him, and he just felt violated. But, nonetheless he put up with her, for Paul's sake. So he arched his left eyebrow, arms instantly folding, as he slouched in the couch a bit. "Really? Really woman?... I don't hate you... I just don't... Well I do but... Dammit woman! Just stop being so... Meh!" He gestured all of her then stood up, hearing her cackling in the back, as he decided to walk off. Just in the nick of time, Paul bursted through the door, breathing heavily. K turned and jogged up to him, decently concerned, which was rare. "Paul, you alright buddy?" All K could hear was him mumbling something, which wasn't a good enough answer for him, so he decided to try again. "Paul, what's going on?"

Drugs. Paul needed to sell his drugs, but the young man who normally came was a no show today, what the hell! No, it was ok, he just had to think. It didn't help he was a bit under, and the drugs caused him to panic more, nonetheless he was a pro... So he thought. Turning to face Kise, wiping the sweat off of his face, looking at him with a confused look. "No Kise, everything is not fine, I'm in deep shit mate." His voice was serious, as in like life or death serious. "The damn seller didn't come by today!"

Ok... Paul had a potty mouth, we knew this, but really? This was a whole new level, he had never seen the Inarta like this, it was crazy. "Seller?..." K said blankly, watching as Paul began to walk off, mumbling some more.

"The seller is the person who sells his junk." Paul's wife piped, spitting her two cents in the air, understandable.

"Thank you Sagillius...." K said in an annoyed tone, something he had heard his mom say before, although he didn't know who that guy was. He was even more annoyed when she told him he was saying it wrong, but he didn't care, she knew what he meant. Anyways, K had to refocus his attention back on Paul, after all that was who he came for. Walking back up behind him, he began speaking, so he wouldn't catch him off guard. "Paul... Since when do you need someone to sell the drugs for you? I thought you just take them to the bazaar and go to work? Why have a middle man?"

Paul didn't have time to explain, but nonetheless, he chose to answer his favorite squire. "Kisetukai, yes, originally I used to sale at the bazaar. But because of supply and demand I was forced to sale to personal... Accounts, in mass quantities. Basically." Yes he noticed the puzzled look on K's face from the big words. "Basically... I sale a lot to a few people for big mizas. It's just now I don't have a seller... I don't see why he didn't tell me he couldn't make it, he better have died, cuz he will when in find em! Honestly, I don't see why he would want to stop all of a sudden, fifteen golden mizas is pretty good for every seven days if you ask me."

"He'll yeah, I think that's good money too Paul, dumb kid must be out of his mind. Seriously, dealing powder to a couple chumps? Easy as cake.... Dammit I forgot to get some cake!"

"That's it!"

"Cake? Hell yes! Let's go get some." K was even more confused when he was handed a piece of parchment, with different addresses, directions, and names. How exactly he was supposed to turn this into cake he didn't know, but apparently Paul wanted something. But what?

"Kise, I want you to be my seller for today! I want you to go sale my drugs for me, please I could really use your help here."

"No way! I don't wanna go sell this crap!

"Sell it or I'm done feeding your addiction."

"So should I start now or...?"

"That's my boy. Just remember..." K zoned out and kinda blanked this part.

Looks like it was time... To sell some Rez, Warp, and much more.

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[After A Few Steps And Turns... He Was Back Outside.]

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As K exited the corridors to the apartments, his eyes began to burn at the change in lighting outside, well... It wasn't much light out here either, but it was more allowed than inside, so it burned a bit. Soon his eyes adjusted, and with that, the burn settled even worse in his body. But finally, he was good to go, and stop hissing at the sun. Walking up to his horse, he untied it's reigns, rubbing it's mane once more. "Looks like... We are gonna have to make a few stops before you get to go home, just stick with me ok buddy?" This horse was not speed, not some horse that he knew at least, it was a random dark muscular horse. So at least there was some variety to this day, but besides that, a horse was a horse. So he jumped up, with one swift motion and a bit of shuffling, and mounted his horse. Grabbing the reigns and holding them at eight and four, he pulled back lightly on his right, leaving his left in place. His horse got the message, and began turning clockwise, until it performed a one eighty. Releasing his pull, he snapped the reigns, slapping them in and preparing a take off. 

The horse immediately was sent into a trot, clotting with loud steps that all could hear, but K wasn't worried about appearance at the moment. He had bigger things to worry about, way bigger things, like dealing these drugs. Speaking of... He leaned down and began popping open saddle bags, placing in various items and orders. With a few snaps, everything was secure, thank the gods nobody stopped him. Well... Was drugs really, illegal? There wasn't a rule against selling them, nor did he ever hear of the knights arresting someone for drugs. But still, it was the very thought of it... Well perhaps he was exaggerating to make himself get a fake thrill, after all he had never been worried when doing the drugs, so why start now? With that said and done, he reached into his back pocket, and pulled out the parchment handed to him by Paul.

"Ok first stop, is close... Maiden district, I'm supposed to go meet this guy by the name of... X? What the hell kinda name is- Whatever, I'm not getting paid to... Is Paul even paying me?! Aw crap, I'm gonna have to worry about this later. Yah!" K yanked the reigns, speeding up the horse as sending it into a gallop/trot, almost like a hybrid. Either way he was feeling the wind, what little there was, so he placed the parchment back into his pocket. He flew across the cobblestone roads, passing up streets he'd remembered from his childhood, back in the day and stuff. Finally, he knew had reached the right spot, because it was the only bench in the area. Except this bench was hidden, and only a few people really knew of it's existence, mainly go getters and addicts. So once again, he would have to dismount, raising his leg, turning, and finally sliding off. With a plop right on side of his horse, he had to rub it's cheek for it to stop whining, apparently he upset it.

 Well then, he opened up the first saddle bag, seriously this guy was heavy duty. Bags of Rez, big bags, weighty bags. Of course they were fist size, but it was just the point that that's what he wanted. Either way, he was just the seller, so it was none of his business. Closing the bag, he left his horse standing there, as he went to go deliver. Squeezing through an alley, sliding through the skinny closed in walls, he approached his area. A spare bench, right under a tree, no doubt where shady people clung together. It was pale, with the paint chipping, and the small tree provided little cover. Nonetheless K accepted it, he sighed and walked up to the bench, taking a seat on the far left side. The one closest to the exit, nearest exit technically, looking a bit antsy as he sat down and waited. The drugs on his lap, in plain view, he was a bit worried.

Not worried about the drugs, but who would be coming to buy, who exactly would be coming to buy this stuff. Who would be bringing money, would they be unarmed and unsophisticated, would they be irritated or docile? Only time would tell, and that time was soon, very soon.


"Hey..." A shady voice from above said, rustling in the tree above and beyond the boy, sounding silent as ever.

"What the fu-..." K looked around, shuffling in his seat a bit, trying to target the voice.

"Don't look around... It's me, X. Who-who-who are you? Your not the normal guy but I see your sitting where he normally sits, so you must be the guy. Either way, you got my stuff?... Can I uh... No just put it on the far right, I will give you the money also."

"Uh ok, sure. I'm not the guy, your right, I'm just a fill in for today... If you need a name, just call me K. And uh, just take it easy up there ok?" K wasn't fond of being watched from above, it was creepy, if anything. So what he did was shift a bit, he was sure the guy noticed, but he didn't care. Or at least he thought it was a guy, a guy named X, who sounded as graceful as a maiden. Odd. Either way, this guy was... Different. Yes that might not have been a correct explanation of him, but that's what he went with, because anything else would've took energy. So K trusted him, after all this was definitely the guy, so why not? He placed all the drugs together, and slid them down, until they went to the edge of the bench.

He then returned to looking forward, hearing a bit more rustling, and then more silence. Silence. More silence. And more silence, but he did feel something, something on his head. As light as could be, something fell on his head, and he instantly reached up and grabbed it. Bringing it down to eye level, what his gloved hand clutched shocked him, honestly, it was a damn spider web. And anyone who knew K, knew he hated spiders, for many reasons. But now, he was a bit worried, why the hell did a spider web just fall on him. It wasn't the time where they were normally in the area, but this area was poorly lit, so perhaps that was why. Yeah, that was definitely-... Wells that idea flew out the window, when he saw the drugs being lifted by a giant shiny web, lifting into the air like it was a durable rope.

His jaw dropped, as a few coins were lowered down, just like he expected. Except it was also via spider web, coated in that rich thin white color, disgusting. Then K's imagination began to wonder, was this man's bodily fluids spider webs? Was this even a man? Nonetheless, before he could find out or talk, K was up and walking away money in hand. Quickly skipping up to his horse, tossing the glob inside of the empty saddle bag, he sighed a bit. No time to rest, as he jumped up on his horse, and stared into that alley. "What-the-hell-.... Was that?" He looked down at his black gloves, covered in it almost, instantly smacking them together wildly. Once his hands were clean and stinging, he took out his list, looking for his next meeting. "Oh gods Paul... I'm gonna kick your ass after this. One leg or not. Yah!" He yanked the reigns, sending the horse into a slow gallop, flying off.

That was far from fun... But hopefully this next trip would be better. For he could only imagine.


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K The Dope Dealer

Postby Radiant on July 30th, 2013, 1:50 am

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I've Acco's go-sign to intervene this thread. You, Kisetukai, is a failure of a squire with your utter arrogant attitude, habit of assaulting innocent women, mocking the very lifeblood of the city (citizens), and now, you're selling narcotics/addictive drugs.

Is that how a squire should act? No, you're acting like one of the very scum the knights are hunting. You also OOC-ly admitted to me that Kise has a major drug addiction... a junkie in the Order? Utterly unacceptable.

The knights have had enough of your shenanigans. I've warned you through PM to stop this whole gangsta act, but you dared me to intervene. I have both your permission and Accolade's permission then I shall oblige.

Further note, Kise, Acco said narcotics/addictive drugs are illegal, let me repeat, illegal.

You have any problems with this intervention, take it to Accolade and myself through PM.


The Order of Knights have had enough, a particular dark-skinned squire was stretching his authority, assaulting a barmaid at the Rearing Stallion, mocking citizens in the Fighter's Pit, and general manwhoring by slipping in women into the male dormitory to have intimacy with them. Grandmaster Loren Dyres has issued an order for Sera Natasha Druva and Ser Wade to keep an eye on this gangster of a squire since then, Ama the Radiant White Wolf was also informed of this and requested to keep an eye on this man should he tried to do illegal things outside the City. And now... they got him right where they wanted him.

Ten knights, led by Sera Natasha, in total have been going undercover by using civilian clothes to stalk this squire ever since he got out of the dormitory today, when he walked into his "friend's" abode, and when he got out, carrying suspicious saddlebags. Natasha gave it a go-sign and another five knights dressed in their armor barged in to his junkie friend's home and well... he would receive severe repercussions.

Next step of the operation, they followed to the Maiden District, walking casually in their civilian clothes. He sat onto the bench, and... bingo. An obvious deal in narcotics. This was it, enough was enough, Sera Natasha, in her civilian clothes, gave the go-sign and the ten knights disperse, blocking off Kise's escape route.

Another patrol of three knights was given the sign and the mysterious man who made contact with Kise was immediately arrested. Finally, the failure of the squire himself, when he galloped off, five disguised knights blocked his horse off, brandishing longswords, the horse neighed in surprise and wanted to turn back, but it cannot do so as another five disguised knights blocked its rear as well. Ten knights in total were now circling Kise and his horse, civilians had been ushered away.

"Squire... Kisetukai Yamehaka.." Sera Natasha slowly approached the circling knights and him, pulling down her hood and revealing her face. "Patron Ser Corben. We've been keeping an eye on you" Natasha gestured her hand and from the corner, appeared three knights in their armor. The middle-aged knight Ser Wade and two other young knights, the two were dragging Kise's friend, Paul, whose face was bruised and blue.

"Got him, Sera Natasha" Ser Wade addressed the female knight "He ratted out after we 'persuaded' him for a bit, this squire here, agreed to sell addictive drugs. The nerve..." Wade was obviously trying to hold his blade, not to cut this dark-skinned man to pieces.

"Understood, Ser Wade" Natasha nodded to the veteran knight and faced Kise, disgust apparent on her face "Disgusting boy, you are a disgrace to the Order! You assaulted an innocent barmaid! You mocked the citizen, the very lifeblood of this city! And now you... are SELLING illegal drugs!!" She shouted, her tone firm and brimming with authority. "Enough is enough, squir-... no, Scum!! Archers!" From some distances away, five knights were aiming their crossbows at Kise, ready to fire should he try anything funny.

"Men!! Get him! And you should try to resist arrest, we would put you down. RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW!" The ten disguised knights then kicked down the horse and promptly grabbed Kise by his arms and legs, Ser Wade himself approached him and used his gauntlet-covered arms to slam his fist into the back of his neck, knocking him out cold.

".......Sad, just so sad. Men, we're done here" Natasha gestured and the knights dispersed, some dragging Paul and Kise away, and one taking the horse back to the stables.

Consequences :
Kise is now arrested and being held custody for interrogation. You may not create another thread pass the 46th Of Summer, 513AV date without Accolade's permission.
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