From the carousel of random ideas came some order - a subtle awareness of who he was under the flow of thoughts with some loose connections to his waking life. After a few moments more, Faust began to analyze them in a lazy way; perhaps the ideas were meant to be kept. Some are composed as if from a book once read, some are just silly. In another moment, they are gone leaving no trace. If they were still in his head, there was no bread crumb trail back to them. Then it popped again. He dreamt of a coin, old and covered in dirt, the engravings worn and the head of the king so tarnished as to be stolen from view. He held it in his left hand, watching the mud dirty his skin. So close to his face, the coin had the aroma of stale blood. He turned to my right hand and in the palm was a new spring leaf, crowned by a perfect sphere of dew, reflecting an image of the Coyote's face, softened and relaxed. When he turned back to the coin, the image of the king had freed himself and journeyed over to the leaf, igniting the growth of strong roots and new foliage that reached for the sunlight, robust, virescent. His eyelids flickered open to the unlit room. No daylight. He close them again, willing the carousel to return, for his mind to tumble back to dreams, but it wouldn't. Now the tasks of the day demanded Faust to think about them, find solutions, get jobs done by day's end. He was awake and there was no retreat. He stole a glance at the pointless alarm clock, glowing red, and reached out to turn off the buzzer. Once 6:30am was a rude awakening, now it was an impossible target.
Alas, one had to wake up from the everlasting world, as despicable as it could get. His job was proof of it. A storekeeper was tired of a brat consistently stealing from him and wanted an end to the situation. He was in luck; Faust despised those who committed crimes, despite his own allegiance to Grimoire Heart, one of the biggest and known dark guilds out there. Happily, the Coyote made his way over to the storekeeper and located the kid. For a second, the two parties eyes had interlocked, thus starting the game of cat and mouse. This brat was fast, faster than even Faust. He raced like lightning and because he knew the streets like home, was able to lose Faust. Thankfully, no canine would forget a smell like the brats. With the excellent nose, he followed it and made it to the warehouse where the brat seemed to be holed up. "Stop stealing." he'd only warn, proceeding to shoot and pierce right through the leg of the brat. That would slow him down in the future, had the same situation arisen again. Furthermore, hopefully the pain would have taught the kid a lesson; the Coyote would hate to have to come back for more.
*Note: Grimoire Heart members have a skill that gives them 10% off on quests.