Though he had recently arrived to observe the city's activity, Oak town's streets were normally dusted with a variety of citizens, each performing tasks specific to their lifestyles. The saying goes, 'We learn the way we live to live the way we learn', and he'd noticed that today's life wasn't as present as it usually is. Perhaps something else was a stir within the city, but from what he's heard there always is. The black haired foreigner had already stuck out among the people who resided in this country, now without any people to stick out against, he simply was out. He existed here and now, but not alone. As Tecka strolled down the Oak Town street he could see further ahead up in the distance, it was a man leaning against one of the street lamps in patience.

As he neared closer, the man seemed to have caught eye of Tecka. And Tecka a closer eye of him. "So you're the guy?" the dirty blonde man had asked as the shorter man was still approaching. "Martello Remy, yes?" Tecka questioned the dirty blonde. Remy's stressed face had been eased a bit by the other mans response. It seemed as if the Martello's, or rather Remy himself had really depended on this job getting done, and based on the attire of the young Martello, he seemed like a man who wanted it done in a timely manner. "You're a shorter one than I thought they'd send. Well whatever, as long as you can perform.." Remy replied. He was decked out head to toe in the casual black and white suit, with bow tie, probably clip on, and a nice set of hand shined shoes. The foreign man could tell the nature of the black leather shoe's shine was slightly brighter than most others he had seen. It wasn't the polish applied but the technique of the shine.

Tecka's dress on the other hand was as...unique as usual. He appeared as the type of guy to take dirty jobs, for lack of better words: dressed in his casual tank top and baggy fatigues, with high top leather boots. Though dress and status hadn't defined a person, at least not to the foreign young man. It was their strength, the strength to change, to grow. Strength was everything. Before Remy had begun to describe the details of the job, he started to walk, presumably in the direction of where this job was being done. Tecka remained in the same spot he had been when he originally commenced talking to the dapper young man. "Hold on, we're expecting one more on this job. She's from my guild." He said.

The young Martello stopped with a look of frustration beginning to grow over his young clean visage, before it grew any more irritable, Tecka had finished "Hey look, the more people we have, the quicker this gets done. And don't worry, she's got the strength to impress."

WC: 501/1000

The third in their party, or truly second as Remy wouldn't be doing any of the heavy lifting, had just arrived and quite timely too. Though the man from the jump wasn't happy with Bodak being here, it would be something he'd just have to deal with, the duo was there for one thing only. To do a job and get paid.

"Alright, we're set. Lead the way." Remarked Tecka to the dirty blonde. The young Martello proceeded to lead them along the main street for a couple of blocks, nothing too spectacular to see other than empty streets and debris. It wasn't until they turned a corner, onto a street with a construction building covered in sheets and reflective tape that things started to pick up. It was an establishment of some sort currently undergoing construction. In size it seemed somewhat medium to the black haired young man, most buildings in his country were smaller anyway, so though smaller it scaled up in comparison.

The workers weren't around, possibly away for some reason or other-union strikes, work leave, work accident. Too many reasons to sit around a contemplate them all. There was a arc, made of metal  poles, woods, and big blue tarps that stretched all around the building, possibly to protect those on the street from falling materials, and workers from weather. They entered underneath the cover of the suspended tarps and platforms as it cut through the side of the building under construction and a beat up one that appeared to have been there for a time now. The windows on the bottom floor were all covered in a type of sheet paper which made a cover of any sinister workings, and made it oblivious to any passersby. One of the glass doors had been propped open, it too being covered from the other side with brown sheet paper.

"Oh, i didn't expect to get this dirty so soon." Tecka remarked as they entered what could almost be described as a genocide pit. Remy walked in stepping over the bodies and avoiding the spatters of blood as to ensure his shoes weren't ruined. He continued until reaching a wooden door with a metal handle, curved like an L, near the back end of the room. Inside the room, he'd brought out a clear plastic bag, slightly waving it so that air could fill its inside, then placing it spread onto the ground. The young martello returned to the room to grab a fire axe hidden among the rest of the tools within the room.

Once the black haired foreigner had seen the bag he had an idea of what was to be done, but it wasn't exactly the thing he had in mind. His idea required more bags for the bodies, but the reality was a plan that proved much more simple, and messy as well. As soon as the axe was brought out the image had solidified in his head. "Alright, you two, bring the bodies this way.." Remy started, as his arms gripped the cutting tool overly stern.

It seemed like he was on edge, trying to overcompensate for being shaky, it happens the first time around though, as Tecka isn't to foreign to the concept of hiding a body. He had begun to pickup the lighter ones first, carrying them one by one like a fireman, the weight of the whole body stretched over his back and shoulder. He then proceeded to lay them down near Remy, to be dismembered and bagged. His partner presumably followed suit, though Tecka hadn't paid attention towards Bodak as he was focused on the job at hand. Someone of her caliber of mage had a similar work ethic as well, focused, and quick. After a majority of the bodies had been dismembered, Remy had pointed out three.

"Not them..they...they deserve better. Bring them around back, we'll ensure they get taken care of." Said the young martello. It was almost as if he had some sort of attachment to the three, presumably three of the same side caught in the crossfire. They all dressed alike too. Tecka carried the three bodies out to the back, one at a time, through a small unfinished corridor of dry wall. By the time he had returned the dirty blonde along with Bodak had finished cutting the bodies up, though from their earlier behavior and remarks, respectively, it seemed hard for Tecka to have believe that they wouldn't have at least attempted to kill each other. Then again,  money was a strong force of which to move and make man move with.

They escorted Remy to the back through the corridor again, the bag of dismembered mobsters was sat down next to the three intact bodies. Each corpse covered with a plastic tarp and laid down, lined up almost perfectly to each other. "So, are we finally done?" Tecka questioned. He more than intended to leave with his pay in hand. The young martello, pulled out two large brown envelopes handing them to the duo. "We're done here." He responded.

"I'll catch you some time back at the guild then." Tecka said as he turned towards Bodak. With Jewel in hand, he actually felt like it was possible. His goal, the strength he desired. So far away and yet, so near.

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