Mr Smiley [B Rank: Solo]

More freaking taverns!  If it isn't a tavern, it's a restaurant.  One of his previous jobs was to kill a douchebag boyfriend and there, they met at a small restaurant where the two could talk.  Whatever.  While sitting in the tavern, Baal sat at the bar as instructed, however he had a cool, refreshing drink with him.  Taking a sip of his drink, he noticed a shady looking individual in a trench coat and a wide-rimmed hat.  This didn't look suspicious at all.  

"Don't look my way.  I know who you are, Mr. Marivel.  Anyway, since you are here, you know about what I'm going to instruct you on.  My employer wants you to send a message back to Fiore about their little inspections.  What I want you to do is find a man known as Mr. Smiley, and kill him.  You will be handsomely rewarded for the job.  You'll find Mr. Smiley at the inn just down the street from here.  You'll know him when you see him; he does have the name 'Mr. Smiley' for a good reason.  We want this job to look like you were defending yourself from a crazed lunatic.  The more we smear the name of Regulations Office, the better," RBF explained.  Baal responded with a simple nod before downing the rest of his drink and placing it on the bartop.

Baal turned to the bartender and hooked a thumb at RBF.  "This guy will foot my bill," he simply stated before the trench-coat wearing man recoiled a bit, but said nothing.  A little grin came across Baal's lips.  He knew this would come out of his pay, but it was just a pint of beer.  Wiping his lips, Baal walked outside.

The air was crisp and the night was young.  The sun began to dip into the horizon, leaving the world in twilight.  Baal turned his head towards where the Inn would be, seeing the small, dim light shining over the swinging wooden sign.  The Pouncing Lion Inn.  Somehow, Baal felt that he had heard that name before.  Whistling and placing his hands into his pockets, Baal crossed the street and eventually walked into the Inn.  

The Inn smelled of piss and alcohol.  There was a reception desk at the front with a pretty 20-something standing in front.  A single brow was raised as he approached the woman and cleared his throat.  A big, radiant smile came across his face as he looked towards the woman, letting his eyes wander for a moment from her pretty face down to her curvy chest.  His eyes returned to looking her back in the eyes before she realized.  "Welcome to the Pouncing Lion Inn.  Are you planning on staying the night or would you like to go to the restaurant?" the woman asked sweetly.  Shaking his head, Baal leaned in for a moment, closing a little bit of space between him and the woman.

"I'm actually looking for a man.  I'm a Bounty Hunter hired by the Magic Council to find a criminal," he said.  It was a lie, but due to his ability to lie convincingly, the woman bought it.  "Oh?  Well, what does he look like?" she asked before Baal stood back up and pulled his face back with his hands completely distorting his face.  This caused the woman to put her hand over her mouth and gasp lightly.  

"Oh, yes.  He's here," she said as she pointed towards the man in the restaurant having multiple women under his arms.  He was dressed fancily with a lot of jewelry around his neck and wrist.  Baal turned his head to look in the direction of the woman's finger and confirmed his location.  With a smile, Baal took the woman's hands into his.  He lifted her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles romantically causing a deep red blush to come over her face.  She quickly withdrew her hand and put it to her chest, feeling her heart thump rapidly.

"I'll be sure to get him out of your tavern.  He is a dangerous man," said the rich man with a little wink.  This caused the woman to duck down underneath the desk she was standing at.  With a muffled bit of appreciation, Baal turned his eyes towards the man equally nihilistic as he.  

Stepping forward, Baal stopped just before the man's table and lightly nudged it to get his attention.  "What do you want, Jackass!?  Can't you see I'm busy," he said as the 3 women he had in his company also turned to look towards Baal.  

"Oh, nothing much other than I'm here to take you in for multiple charges of fraud and and assault on other women," he simply stated, causing the women to turn to look at him with disgust, eventually fleeing from him.  One of the three was caught and pressed up against Mr. Smiley with him forcing a kiss upon the woman.  His eyes turned to look towards Baal while he was kissing her to see his reaction.  There didn't seem to be a change in his reaction.  He took it a bit further and moved his hands in places they shouldn't be.  Still no reaction from Baal.

Not receiving a rise from Baal, he pushed the woman he assaulted away from him.  "So, who hired you to come and get me?" Mr Smiley asked.  "Oh, isn't it obvious?  The Magic Council, of course," he simply stated.  Mr. Smiley stood up, pushing the table away violently, causing everyone in the restaurant to stop and look at Mr. Smiley.  "Bullshit!" he shouted before walking up to Baal and punching him in the face, causing blood to rush down his nose and down his neck, staining his clothes red.

"I hereby place you under arrest.  On top of your multiple counts of assault and fraud, you have added the assault of a Magic Council official.  You have the right to remain silent," he said before the man started to run.  Pointing his finger at the man, he shouted.  "Stop that man!" he said as a spry young man got in the way of Mr. Smiley, only to have a large, icy club smashed against his face, instantly killing the man.  

"I am authorizing the use of deadly force against the criminal," he simply stated and there was a panic in the restaurant.  People were in mass hysteria as they started to flee out of the building, forcing Baal to summon the Technical Arm armor over his right arm.  Quickly running towards the man, he summoned one of his newer requip spells, LL-7D7 Longinus.  The weapon hummed in his hand as he held it firmly in his grasp.  Light flashed over his face, summoning the SDX-117 Spyglass.  Viewing the man running away, he eventually got a lock-on upon him.  With a quick thrust of his weapon, the energy sword extended and pierced Mr. Smiley in the leg, causing him to fall straight down.

WC: 1162
Part 1 of 2 completed

The man slowly got back to his feet, allowing Baal to confidently walk over towards Mister Smiley.  A look of disgust came across Baal's face as he stopped about 15 feet shy of the man.  "Damn, are you ugly.  Did you survive a black hole or something or did you stick your head out of the window and your face got stuck like that?  I'm sure not even a mother would love THAT face," he went on and on insulting the man's appearance.  Yes, it was low, but it sure made Baal feel better about himself; yes it did!  "Oh!  I know!  You came out face first from your mother's womb and you were stuck like that!  Or, you dropped from your mother face first into a blender!" he continued to rag on the man as he struggled to find his way up onto his two feet.  Certainly one of his legs were injured, making it increasingly difficult to stand.

The man finally got to his two feet hand held out a hand in front of him, summoning a large wall separating the two.  "Crap!" he said as he started to hack and slash at the wall, watching as the man began to limp away.  A ball of light appeared above his head and a crown appeared upon his scalp.  Baal was capable of seeing the man's heat signature through the ice barrier, getting a firm lock-on.  The funnel went over the ice and began to shoot bolts of pure energy at the man, striking him a couple times in the chest.  He shook off this attack only to form a giant spear of ice from his hand and sent it crashing into the funnel, completely destroying it.  

Tch.

Baal continued to hack at the wall as the man started to get away.  With a couple swift strikes of his energy blade, the wall of ice crumbled.  "Ice make, huh?  That's just adorable," he stated before pushing his way through the broken ice barrier towards the man, cockily walking towards him.  A ball of ice could be seen hurled in his directly at a relatively slow speed.  Another ball of light appeared down by his groin before two 'wings of energy' appeared before him.  The wing of energy moved to block the first ball of ice.  

Baal laughed as he blocked one of the minuscule balls of ice.  The man formed a large spear of ice only for Baal to stand there and move the wing of energy in the way of this attack.  However, the spear of ice broke through the wing of energy and pierced him right in the gut.  

"Not laughing now, are you?" Mr. Smiley shouted.  "Why are you after me anyway.  You can't be someone from the Magic Council," he stated.  

"Of course not, moron.  I'm here on behalf of my employer.  He wants you taken out of the picture," Baal said, wincing in pain as the ice began to melt, leaving behind only a large hole with blood quickly pouring out.  Mr. Smiley attempted to stand up once again, only for Baal to extend his weapon out to pierce through his other leg, causing him to fall like a sack of potatoes to the ground.

"You're just a stupid regulations officer, how did you learn ice-make magic?" Baal simply asked, wanting to know.  "I was born with it, you idiot."

"Bullshit," Baal shouted before attempting to stand back up, slowly standing up as more blood fell from his wound and upon the restaurant's floor.  "How did you know about my charges?" asked Mister Smiley.

"I didn't.  You look like a total jerk-off so I took a guess," he said before slowly approaching the mark, leaving behind a trail of blood.  "Why was this a B Rank job? You aren't even that good at fighting," he said with a grumble, pointing the business end of his blade at the man's face.  

"Was enough to almost kill -you-, pretty boy," he said with a chuckle, sending another ball of ice directly towards Baal's wound, causing him to recoil back.  This angered the injured Baal, causing him to raise his blade straight up and extending it.  The blade penetrated through the building before he brought it down cutting Mr Smiley in half (as well as slice open the building).  

Moments later...
Officers from the local militia walked in to see a large cut within the building and a horrendously violent scene in front of them.  However, Baal was no longer there.  Baal stood in an alleyway, bleeding all over the place before seeing the trench-coat wearing man.  He was smoking a cigarette.  He approached Baal and blew a plume of smoke into his face.  

"Heard of what you did.  Good.  You made everyone believe you killed him out of self-defense and that he attacked an agent of the Magic Council.  That's very good.  That'll teach those fools in Fiore to mess with us," he said as he placed a sack of money down at Baal's feet.  "Here's your payment.  Now get lost before," he said before a blade of energy stuck through his chest.  

"Fuck you," he said before retracting the energy blade, letting the man's body fall to the ground.  "Treat me like a piss-ant servant.  At the very least, you could have given me some bandages, asshole," he said before taking the bag of money and disappearing into the darkness.


WC:  905
Total WC: 1162 + 905 = 2067
Part 2 of 2 completed