- Disguised as Salazar "Sal" Worthington:
That Tomoe sure was the maddest of lads that Sal had ever seen – not only had he attacked two light guilds and caused the deaths of many in the process, spreading misery everywhere he went, he even had the balls to work Sal to the bone. The Salazar Worthington! What audacity. What masculine bravado! There truly was no depths that such a villain wouldn't sink to, depriving his subordinates of something so common, simple yet important as “time off”. Everybody needed self-care time, and it was important to one's mental health to have those moments where books were read, naps were taken, and delicious meals were learned and prepared. It had, after all, been a while since Sal had prepared his human taco recipe in full, needing to cheap out here or there on ingredients.
More often than not, Sal nowadays had no problems receiving the ground meat or the cheese, but the “bread” in these human tacos – the bodies of his victims – were always... lacking something, nowadays. However, rather than simply submit to despair and become one of the many downtrodden and defeated of the world, he would rise above. Why would he become a slave to the cogs that made up society if he could rise from the ashes of his victims and reach the other end of the struggle as something so much greater?
Such lofty ambitions would require money, though, and that's why Sal now found himself in front of Dawncliff Mine. He had met up earlier in Rush Valley with some rich boy – very handsome and very... succulent – and simply had to talk to him. When they hit it off and the rich kid was so kind as to invite big burly strong men to join them for some brief exercise, Sal was only convinced further that he had chosen right to approach the young man who could only be in his mid twenties; a prime age for all kinds of recipes and rituals, and such a waste if he was allowed to live to become broken and elderly.
Sal would hold off on such things though, for the moment, when the boy hastily and desperately said he could pay Sal for a job after the crazed cook had strung his bodyguards out across Rush Valley's pavement like hooked meat in a butchery freezer. “Of course I'll help, little boy! I would oh so love to assist a strapping buck like yourself~!”, Sal would reply happily, licking his lips and tasting the salty flavor of sweat on his lips from the work-out he was forced to get into with some foolish bodyguards attempting to separate employer and employee.
WC: 448/2,000