Jackie
Kin would peer at his surroundings—the bustling population and the countless of Mecans around, they really override some of the other species.

Despite current impressions of Pale Onis being the most integrated into the societies of other species, Kin's background didn't permit that sort of lifestyle. *Unfortunate* On his part, but he did not care.

Kin followed the group humbly.
James
Nurarihyon walked out and into the urban city. Macens were loitering everywhere, with some other races mixed in between. Without a care in the world, he took fast strides towards the specified location, the `Imperial Streets`. He had been in the Salvain Empire for a few weeks now, and he knew his way around the town.
Carroll
Uwaaah... What a bleak looking party this is.

They had no chemistry at all. She knew that not all jobs were going to have people as agreeable and enjoyable Lilium, but this was just **Awkward.**

Yumiko silently followed along. The time for teamwork was later. Right now, she just had to focus on not being the one who messes up.
Jackie
*"..Is this the place?"* Kin would speak as soon as they traversed down the street for a while. There was a signboard listed on the right side of the area—**'Bouncing Betty.'** Just the bar Kalan described.

His black pupils shifted, peering towards the other two expectantly.
James
Nurarihyon would soon reach the `Bouncing Betty`. Upon reaching the place, he'd check the number of the stall to see if it matched what Kalan had told them. *21 or 22..* 

There were no idle talk between the three on the way here—. *..This team is so awkward..* He'd open the door to the Bouncing Betty, entering it. He looked around the place, attempting to find a waiter of the sorts.
Carroll
"Looks like it." Yumiko answered, staying near the back as she scraped her heels against the ground. Moons, the awkwardness really was prevalent. It was starting to make her slightly anxious.

She wondered how the quest would go like this...
Dean
The Bouncing Betty seemed to be a quiet, typical tavern. Its name was written in Silnari Standards in a large wooden signboard 6 fret across, in beautified cursive. A rare sign amongst shop, but it made sense for its mostly literate customers.

Moments after the awkward Oni walked in, they would be greeted by the sight of a tired old man behind a counter.

He coughed as they entered, and then waved at them feebly. Theres a few group of people here, including a group of well dressed mage that Yumiko mighy've seen in the guild a few days ago. Only two groups were Macen.

Judging by the decors and food served, this is a high class tavern. The air is slightly stale and the whole tavern smelled of barbequed meat, however.

"Hello! Esteemed customers! Here for a meal and drink?"
James
Nurarihyon took another step forward as he flashed a smile at the old man. 

" No, we're here to meet one of our old friends! He goes by the name, Johnson. " He spoke, maintaining a friendly tone in order to not rouse suspicion. It wasn't his first time doing discreet operations, and he knew how to keep suspicion off him. 

He then looked to the Pale Oni and the Oriate, " We're all friends of his. We met him recently at the market and he told us to catch him here. " 

He spoke fluently without even wavering.
Jackie
As soon as Kin entered, the atmosphere told him everything. Briefly, his black pupils scorched the places, examining the interior and patrons seated inside the rather polished establishment.

He kept a neutral face and simply followed the lead of the Red Oni, allowing the more friendlier one of the bunch to speak to the old man. *Looks like this Oni has brains after all.*

He'd begin to walk closer to the group, sticking beside them to signify that he wasn't detached. It should add onto the impression.
Carroll
The atmosphere of the tavern was cool and relaxed, which she was glad about considering Yumiko disliked the ordinary rowdiness found so often in these establishments. She regarded the mage who caught her eye with a raised eyebrow.

As soon as they met up with the bartender, Yumiko flashed him a bright smile.

"Yeah! We heard he's around here?"
Dean
"Oh yes. Johnson, he has been waiting for you. Had a roast pig ordered for you three too. Must be good friends from Academia."

The old man walked away from the counter and opened a door leading to a private room in the back. 

In middle of the room was a round table with some food, a well dressed Macen in silken, red clothings with a backpack next to him, and a fireplace specifically made for the room. All around a very cozy environment.

There were eleven empty seats in the room, the man seems to be daydreaming in his chair.
Jackie
"..Thank you." Kin would form a very little smile on his face as he looked at the old man. It wasn't suspicious or even a little bit strange—it looked like a very soft smile one would give out of respect.

With that, he would enter the private room, greeted by the interior of the round table and delicious food on the table. The smell of the roast pig wafted into his nostrils. As soon as he was inside the room, his expression turned back to his neutral poker face.
James
" Thank you, Pops! " He exclaimed as Nurarihyon followed the old man to the private room. As soon as the door opened, Nurarihyon would examine everything in the room. A well-dressed Macen alongside tasty-looking food. He'd step into the room, awaiting for the others to enter. 

He would wait for the last person to enter, which would be Yumiko to close the door behind them. His cheery expression would turn into a rather expressionless face. Laxed eyes laid on the well-dressed Macen.
Carroll
Following the old man into the room, Yumiko toned down the brightness of her expression and kept it at a friendly low. There was no reason to offend her employers after all— it was safe with her co-workers, but she didn't want to get that bad of a reputation in the guild just yet.

"Uhm, hello? Johnson?" Yumiko started as she witnessed the daydreaming man, approaching one of the seats and taking a seat.

"Your 'friends' are here."
Dean
Johnson turned toward the group and shook his head vigorously as he woke up from his slumber.

"Good day. Here to talk about business right? Sit down, have at the food."

There was delicious pig, flat, wide wok-fried vermicelli with plenty of beef and deep fried chicken pieces on the table. Delicious.

As the door presumably closed, Johnson would speak, as he stood up and poured everyone a cup of tea.

"Lately a group of subversive elements has been smuggling addictive alchemical products into the city. Unfortunately they are backed by some... Powerful people in the city, so we would rather not take care of them. Indeed, the idea of exposing a drug operation to the public could be disastrous for the Mayor's reputation.."

"We need you to deal with this discreetly and send a message. Summer is approaching, and fire tends to occur easily, especially if negligent crewmembers are involved.."

"A small carrack is docked at one of the pier at the Old Harbour, the name is *The Perilous*. And I want you three to put it in great, blazing perils tonight, while stealing as much incriminating documents as you can."
James
" ..Huh? " Nurarihyon quirked an eyebrow upon hearing the details. The quest had stated that it was a simple Minor Group Fight— a group of petty criminals having been spotted causing all sorts of ruckus. He didn't expect.. This. 

He'd look to the other two, wondering if they were as perplexed as he was.
Jackie
This was a major surprise to Kin. He expected this to be some simple rogue battle, but now it all clicked together. *The briefing, the chosen area—and ultimately this patron named **Johnson.** It was all an elaborate plan to gather suitable candidates to handle a mission that determined the fate of a few lives! Oh, how exciting.*

This excited the Pale Oni. Such a grand mission that requires utmost care in handling. Perhaps they could leave with more rewards than intended! Now this was a fair gain.

*"It would be **Our** Pleasure to commence this operation."* Kin spoke, clearly accepting their circumstances. There was even a small spark of glee dancing in his bleak, dark eyes.
Carroll
Ah, so they were now hiring mercenaries to take care of the corruption that ran rampant within the city? She supposed that it was an inevitability that countries were to suffer from such a thing after a while. This quest perfectly aligned with her goals— to help depose high-ranking individuals within the Empire. It would be a small step, but it was a step regardless.

Still, a stealth mission? Not that Yumiko minded, she was quite an adept acrobat. Her abilities as an infiltrator were decent enough that she didn't feel nervous about the quest. Rather, she was more worried about Nura. 

Yumiko's eyes drifted over towards Kin, who seemed to be... Very excited about the mission. Wouldn't it feel natural to be more nervous? Stealth missions tended to go awry more than a few times, and that was with trained professionals.

"...And what happens if people are hurt by this fire? Are we allowed to injure anyone onboard? Or at least, those involved in this drug operation?"
Dean
"Good question." Johnson turned around and opened the backpack by his side, and put down three rectangular, 0.3x0.3x0.2 meters box on the table, with a slight magical glow above them, and a simple lock.

"This is a box, this is a box, and this is a box." He said as he laid down each of boxes,"Magic ensures it is water repellent and protect its content from water spilling in. One for each of you, to store the documents you take. This will prove to be useful especially if you have to find an escape or entry route outside of the pier."

"Now, I am sure you three are eager for some combat. But you see, we need to maintain a moral high ground, but some... Collateral casualties, let's see, might be necessary, but I can see how it would be difficult to dispose of anyone knocked out or gagged discreetly when you are about to set the ship on fire.." 

Even Johnson seems to be slightly perplexed by this question, it is hard to maintain stealth without the option of killing - or binding up someone safely and then eventually torching the whole ship down. Then an idea came to his mind.

He turned around and took out a strange looking wooden cube, 0.2x0.2 meters across. It is wrapped with a lot of magically-enchanted ropes.

"This is an alchemical concoction made by a dear friend of mine, when it is activated, a... Propertiary mixture of alchemy ingredients would violently combine inside the cube, and liquid fire would spill and squirt out violently from all corner. Once you are done ransacking the captain's room and where you might find documents, set this up somewhere. Then, you take the ropes and lay it out all across the room, and then you take a hard object, striking the seal on top of the cube hardly. A few minutes later the solution would be magically readied, and if someone disturb the rope, the cube would be activated. You can drag the rope almost eight meters away."

He held up one of the rope and demonstrated how thin and resilient it is. What a way to say he gave them a tripwire napalm bomb. But of course such kind of thing doesn't exist.

"You tie up anyone and try to not kill anyone, injury is fine. Then the next day when they come checking and find your captives, they'll accidentally set their ship on fire. Of course this approach is not as guaranteed as setting it on fire in middle of the night with possible captives on board."

"I leave it to you or your morality to decide what approach you want to take. Regardless of which option you chose, take this cube with you, it'll set the ship on fire quite reliably.
James
Nurarihyon would heave a sigh. He surely didn't sign up for this—. Though, since he had already undertaken the quest, his pride wouldn't let him to simply drop the quest. Nurarihyon would approach the table, taking the wooden cube wrapped in enchanted ropes in hand and keeping it in the pocket of his Kimono. He'd also take the rectangular box that would be used to keep the documents and slip it into the other pocket on the other side of his Kimono. 

" I'll keep this. " He looked to the other two, telling them. He'd await for the other two to take their respective rectangular boxes as well. He'd continue looking to the two, examining and noting down their facial expressions to see how they felt about this quest.
Jackie
Kin would listen accordingly, looking at the objects Johnson brought out and forming a basic understanding in his head. He had done discreet operations before but on his own terms. Most of them end in just a flash and he got what he needed.

But this was on a scale that it could ruin a mayor's reputation of it went wrong. Despite it being a minor matter, Kin could see a few possible outcomes that could come out of a mission incomplete.

*The goal of this mission is to make sure they aren't **Seen** By anyone. Surely, those captives are bound to know their identities, but as long as they cannot trace their roots back to the guild, then things can't escalate to a chaotic degree.* Now **That** Was Kin's field of expertise.

Kin would take the rectangular boxes used to store the documents and brush it inside his cloak and slipping it into one of his satchel pouches attached to his waist. As he watched Nura take the explosive box-device, he would simply nod in acknowledgement.
Carroll
Yumiko certainly had no problem with murdering a few macen here and there. Though if she wanted to maintain a good reputation, being known as a ruthless murderer to her higher-ups might give her a harder time moving up the ranks of a guild who keeps their moral standards high. How perplexing.

She picked up a single box herself, stuffing it within the folds of her yukata. She didn't seem to particularly dislike or like the quest that had been given. It was just a job to her. The only things she'd feel displeased by was if the reward was unsatisfactory.

"..Understood. I'll try my best to be discreet."
Dean
"Now, of course, the statutory reward of 150 silver split between the three of you would not be satisfying for a quest of this magnitude, so depending on how much documents you manage to pilfer and how useful they are, I will add on some extra tips, paid to you directly by Kalan. And of course, if you find anything valuable onboard the ship itself you are completely free to pilfer and relieve the occupants of these properties. I wouldn't care a single bit."

He hoped that the motivation of a legally-sponsored burglary would help ensure the adventurers are eager to complete this job.

"At six o clock tonight a scrawny looking Macen, light-skinned Macen would be waiting for you outside here. He will take you to the docks. It will still be open at night and there will be cargo workers working all day, after that point, it is on you three to sneak into the ship and perform what I requested. Try to not sound the alarm."
James
" ..Understood. I suppose we're free till then. " Nurarihyon looked to the others. 

*..I suppose we should discuss a few plans for a quest of this magnitude.. I'm definitely not returning hope with a mere 50 silvers in my pocket—. We need to salvage more important documents..* 

He'd then speak, looking to the two before he looked to the Macen man, " Shall we discuss our strategy for the night? I'm sure you're at least generous enough to lend us the room, no? " 

He'd take his seat, leaving his war hammer on the empty side of the table as he made himself comfortable.
Dean
"Of course, you may lend the room and use it as you please. I can take my leave, or simply sit here and enjoy the fine food served here." He laid back on his chair, content to relax until the adventurers was done.
Jackie
Kin would sit down as well, tucking his hands slowly into his cloak as he rummaged one one of the back satchels attached to his waist. He felt for the opening and dug his hand inside, pulling out a small, wrinkly fruit—a *Date.*

He'd plop it into his mouth chewing. Now that will get a few engines churning. Looking over to the others, he supposed that perhaps they had their own plans in mind. Hearing them out would allow him to formulate his own strategy to maximize his profits.
Carroll
Yumiko certainly wasn't opposed to the prospect of more money. 

"Yeah. I think a quest of this magnitude warrants a discussion between all participants."

She was already seated— she didn't know why the others didn't just take a seat beforehand. Setting up an arm onto the table, she propped her face while waiting for one of them to open up and get more in-depth with the discussion. 

"So how are we going to do this?"
Jackie
*..What a pain.* Kin would leer both left and right to the other two before swallowing his treat, savoring the sweet flavor that stuck onto his palette. 

"First, we need to find a way to get onto the ship without being noticed." Kin began. "Attire check first. The clothes you both are wearing aren't suitable for hiding." He'd state. "Even a blind rabbit would spot you from a mile away." Not that he could blame them. None of them had expected the mission to turn out to be a secret, undercover operation meant to deal with traffickers.
Carroll
Yumiko tugged at her yukata, breathing out a defeated sigh. She had just gotten dressed and now she had to change once again? 

*What a pain...*

"I'll get right onto it. It shouldn't be hard to find a tailor with some dark fabrics to cloak myself in... Oh, I have a mask back in the inn as well."

If they were ever seen, the mask should be able to protect her identity. She just had to be careful not to let her unique hair show too much in the cover of darkness. A disguise wasn't that big a problem.

"You shouldn't worry about me making noise either. I'm accustomed to being discreet."
James
" ..If you're implying that we change our clothes, I **Won't**. " He bluntly stated. Nurarihyon's kimono wasn't worn for mere decorations— it was a magical gear that protected him, ensuring his safety. Besides, his clothes possessed the `Hushed` enchantment which means that it was optimal for stealth if you exclude the vibrant red colours. 

" —We can simply wear a cloak over our clothes. " He continued. He wasn't planning on changing his clothes, but he didn't mind a black hood to cover it up. 

Nurarihyon rarely did missions that required stealth as whenever he was hired, he was hired for his strength— and clearly, his huge stature didn't help with stealth-related missions. He then looked to Yumiko who seemed to be able to handle herself. 

" ..We'll have no problems with that part. The next question is, do we split up or stay together as a group? If we stay together as a group, it'll ensure our safety, but if we split up, it'll be far more efficient. " He spoke, listing the benefits of the two ways to do this quest.
Jackie
*"Split up."* Kin immediately replied. "Efficiency is key in this. As long as everyone does their part, then this mission will be a success. The tide will change if one of us get caught."

At that instant, the Pale Oni's eyes gleamed, a small smirk on his face. *"But I'm sure us 3 qualify as **'Pages'** For a reason."* It would be absolutely foolish if either of them got nabbed and compromised the success of this mission. Kin would give that fool more trouble than they are already in.

Without hesitating, he'd continue. "Since the layout is that of a small carrack, there isn't much to navigate around. The key documents are going to be locked and kept inside the captain's headquarters. Hence, we need 2 things;"

*"A distraction and impeccable timing."*
James
Nurarihyon would agree with his statement. They were all Pages as they showed some sort of capability to protect and fight for themselves. He didn't mind the fact that they were going to have to split up— after all, like Kin said, efficiency is key. 

After hearing what Kin said, he immediately raised his hand. 

" I'll be the distraction. " He offered with unwavering confidence. Being a distraction was simple—, he simply had to be strong enough to protect himself and possibly overpower his enemies. Besides, if he did this, he wouldn't have to wear an ugly black hood— not that he minded about his external appearances. And Red Onis are known to be barbaric. A rampaging Red Oni or two wouldn't rouse much suspicion. 

*But if I'm going to be the distraction..*

He'd take out the explosive wooden cube and placed it back onto the table. If he were the distraction, Nurarihyon wouldn't need this.
Carroll
*Urgh, if only Lilium were here, this mission could be done in just a few minutes.*

Yumiko had started to miss her elven companion already. Her skills in magic would've been useful in both setting alight the ship and creating a distraction. But as her Uncle Han always said; become a person who can deal with the problem before you. She'd reap the rewards soon enough.

She raised an eyebrow towards Nurarihyon as he volunteered for the position of distraction. 

"I don't think that would work. These men are doing this in the cover of legality— if you are planning to attack them you would only make yourself a crminal in the eyes of the law. You'd be branded as a dangerous individual and sent to prison until we could otherwise prove your actions were justifiable."

"Which... Is tedious, but possible. But that would mean we would have to give up the fact that we were doing dirty work for the Empire, and that still lowers the mayor's reputation. Forgive me for saying this, but there is a chance your race might make the legal process a little harder due to... Certain prejudices."

"That being said, if you have any ideas on creating a distraction that wont land yourself in too much trouble, I'm all ears."
Jackie
*"..."* Kin would listen to the Oriate speak, justifying her claim that the Red Oni acting as a distraction wasn't a good idea. In fact, he also had to agree that down the road, it'll be troublesome for the Red Oni race. *Well, it isn't like they **Don't** Have trouble already..*

Casualty rates also had to be taken into account. Lethal measures can be taken, but at the cost of disposing of blood. As much as Kin would like the Red Oni to make a ruckus while he and the Oriate dealt the inside job of tying up captives, some people could piece the 'puzzle' together and even track them down.

There were a lot of risks, but then again—*What kind of plan doesn't have risk?* After a few moments of thought, Kin spoke once more, eyes trailing towards the Oriate in particular.

"Then I suggest **Blending in.**" Kin began. "It is a risky game, but I must add that this is the only 'game' that reaps the most favorable outcome that nobody would know we were there."

"Think about it. Onis are uncommon, but not hard to come by if you're from places that are far from the city. You can picture yourself as a rogue Red Oni, far from home. Far from your Clan."

"Might I also add that your.. Personality and charm can come into play. Among us three, I can clearly say without much doubt that you are the most socially adequate." A smirk danced on Kin's lips.
James
" Mmph.. " Nurarihyon heaved a sigh. 

What the Oriate said was indeed true. Him being the bait might just cause more suspicion. He'll begin brainstorming for more plans— till Kin spoke up. He'd look to Kin, slightly bewildered.

*Blending in..?* 

Nurarihyon's mercenary missions often end with a blood-stained sword— blending in was something done by the `weaker` mercenaries that couldn't solve their problems through strength.. Or at least, that's what he had always thought. But in this situation, blending in seemed the most plausible and efficient solution. He also didn't expect the Pale Oni to suggest such a plan.. He took the Pale Oni's personality as someone rather haughty and arrogant.

" ..Blending in might work but how do you suppose we get closer to the Captain's quarters? " He spoke, asking the small demon.
Jackie
"..Leave that to me." Kin always had a few tricks up his sleeves. It wasn't the first time he had to infiltrate some hideout and gather loot. How else would he have survived until now?

His gaze would then trail to Yumiko. *"I'll have the Oriate with me to maximize our findings."* He'd state. "She can also be the one who holds the device."

He would look back at Nurarihyon. "I understand how protective you are of your attire and your pride as a Red Oni, but understand that if we come to a circumstance where you stand out too much, an attire benefitting of a common crew-mate is necessary." He'd explain. "These monsters are backed up by powerful individuals who will do.. *Oh-so* Terrible things to us if we get caught."

**"I'm sure letting a bit of your pride go is better than losing it entirely."** Kin concluded with a light chuckle.
Carroll
Oh dear, it does seem like this Nurarihyon fellow was getting the harder job out of the two. Killing people and stealing things was much more simpler than playing an entire crowd of dock workers. 

Well, even if he was caught, Yumiko wouldn't face as big of a fallout. The only mission was to sink the ship and gather evidence of their wrongdoings. If she made enemies with an entire syndicate, she'd enjoy slaughtering every single one of those lowlives.

Who knows? Maybe if she got a few names, she could blackmail these 'powerful people' into giving her a better foothold in the empire.

Win! Win! 

"I'll do my best to assist you." Yumiko replied curtly, "I am your sword and shield until the night is over."
James
As Kin spoke, Nurarihyon simply nodded till he heard his last sentence. Nurarihyon's expression would change, showing a rather ticked off face. It was practically an insult to his strength. For the rather prideful Red Onis, and Nurarihyon himself, Kin was getting on his nerves. 

" ..Hey, dwarf. " He spoke, then continuing, " Want to be one of the few hornless Onis in existence? " He threatened menacingly as he stood up, pushing the chair back and grabbing his War Hammer. His skin would slowly redden as the red teardrop markings grew even redder to match his ever reddening skin. 

He knew that whatever Kin said was true but his chuckle at the end simply annoyed him even further. Nurarihyon's teeth would begin to grow sharper as he growled. His overall body size would remain the same but his muscles would now appear to be more defined.
Jackie
*'Awwh!~ Is the wittle bwig bwaby offended by the mere truth? Oh, I'm so terrified and scared!~* That *Nearly* Slipped out of Kin's tongue. Unlike the Oriate, who was intelligent and *Reasonable* Enough to comply and adhere to his terms without picking a fight, this Red Oni seemed to have too much pride clouding his already *Dense* Thinking. If it weren't for the circumstances they were in, Kin would've gladly defended himself.

However, he forced himself to smile, giving off a very *Eerie* Aura to his rotten mood. *"Ara, ara.."* He'd wave his arm carelessly, exhaling a loud sigh. "Calm down, hm?" He'd quirk an eyebrow, crossing his leg over the other. "You do realize that if you were to attack me, you'd be held accountable for deserting this mission and assaulting a fellow team member."

Kin's black pupils sharpened, eyes narrowing—at that moment, his voice deepened. **"Stand down."** He'd spat. **"Or do you really want to see who becomes the hornless one?"** If Nurarihyon had any ounce of logic in him, it would be to pretend this argument never happened. At this point, he could tell either the Oriate or Johnson was going to step in if it got too rowdy.
James
*Me..? The hornless one..?*

" ..BAHAHAHHA. " He'd burst out into a laughter.*The Pale Oni sure had a great sense of humour.* 

He'd look to the Pale Oni's expression, realising that he wasn't joking. 

" A **Mere** Pale Oni, dare to threaten me..? " His voice grew increasingly in anger as he revealed his true form. His skin was a dark maroon red as his horns elongated and grew bigger in width. His irises became a crimson red, replacing the normal dull colour. Both his teeth and his nails grew much sharper. 

He wasn't particularly looking down on the Pale Oni race, but he regarded the Pale Oni as the weakest of the three Oni species. The Red Oni were strong, the Blue Oni were masters of Arcane and the Pale Oni had speed, that was the status quo. But looking at it from a different perspective, it meant that the Pale Oni, once caught, are simply no more than flightless birds. In an enclosed room like this, Nurarihyon would be confident that he'll win. 

" *Maken.* He'd mumble as a crimson arcane circle appeared beside him. From it emerged the familiar long Odachi. He'd let go of his war hammer, leaving it on the table as he gripped his Odachi. The moment he gripped it, it'll burst out into flares, coating the blade in flames.
Jackie
*"How troublesome."* Kin scornfully indicated. "How typical of the Red Onis—to jump to violence to settle their disputes. I had more faith that you weren't like the majority of your Clan." He spoke, almost pitifully. *"I guess I was wrong."*

The Pale Oni didn't even bother transforming and wasn't phased by the flames dancing on Nurarihyon's blade. Instead, he eyed him straight in the eyes. Yes, when it comes to brawn, the Red Onis have it all, but the Pale Onis are small for a reason. Speed, precision—the ability to adapt and survive in the toughest of situations.

*Kin's pride wasn't in violence or the capability to fight in wars, but the ability to adapt and be open-minded to environmental changes, even if he didn't get along with others in a social perspective. **HE** Was on the upper hand.*

**This situation was mere folly in his eyes.**

*"We don't have time for this, Nurarihyon."* Kin hissed. "Time is money. If we want our plan to work, then cooperate."

"I may not be the party leader, but I think the fellow Oriate here will agree that if you were to breach your standing and assault me, it is a direct offense to the Guild's policy as a collective organization." Kin continued, finding himself more irritated. *"I'm sure you don't want to create a bad reputation for yourself."*

"So stand down, or face dire consequences that you will never be able to repair."
Carroll
"Well... To be honest, I'd prefer if my party members didn't try to kill each other on the first day. The sexual tension is quite high already."

Yumiko said, ready to bring out her Talismans should this situation escalate more than it already did. The mission was simple enough that she could do it herself without help, but she didn't like seeing fellow minorities squabble over something so petty as power and pride.

Those concerns were for Macen, not for them.

"But yeah, this will just reflect badly on you Red. I understand you're pretty ticked off, so just hire some assassins to kill him with the reward money after the job."
James
" Never be able to repair, you say? " He laughed. The Pale Oni spoke as if the New Sunlight Guild had influence in all countries. Yes, they indeed might be a large organization and a famous one at that, but travel to another large country and you can practically start anew. 

He didn't argue that the Red Onis often jumped to violence. That was indeed true, and they, as a tribe were rather prideful of their strength. He looked to the Oriate girl, sighing.

*She didn't do anything to deserve a cut in pay cheque.*

He'd sigh as the Maken dissipated into flames. His skin would grow paler as they regained his Macen appearance. The elongated talons, obsidian horns and sharp fangs would regress as well. His eyes grew lax as he sat back down. 

Upon hearing the Oriate's words, he'd laugh, " AHA! I like you, Missy. " 

He spoke, his cheerful tone back to normal. Nurarihyon then shot a glare to the Pale Oni. He'd have to bear with the boy for now.

Putting aside his pride, he'd look to the Pale Oni.

" Continue with your plan-making or whatever. As long as it isn't too unreasonable, I'll go along with it. " He huffed.
Jackie
*Good. That was seriously retarded.* Kin scornfully thought as he'd pick a date from within' his cloak and plop the fruit into his mouth, chewing briefly before swallowing. *Much better.* ~~Praise Satan~~ Bless the Demon King that it didn't escalate to a full-blown fight. Otherwise it would prove naught to the gains waiting for him at the other end.

He'd return to his neutral poker-face and continue, talking as if the argument never happened. "Anything else left to discuss before we prepare our materials?" He'd quirk an eyebrow at the two, waiting for each of them to speak. He'd gently rub the edge of his mouth, wiping off a bit of the sugary substance from the sweetened date.
Dean
Johnson, or perhaps, *The* Johnson, would've watched the whole situation unfold in front of him. It seems that the Red Oni's passion for violence almost made him forget that a fourth person was in the room. 

He was sipping tea and eating peacefully, listening to the adventurer's plan without showing much emotions. That is until a certain Red Oni drew sword.

Shocked, he dropped his cup and it rolled on the table, pouring out green tea as he spit out tea in shock. He turned his face just in time to avoid spraying tea onto anyone's face.

"By Ulnos, would you two please not kill eachother before the mission's even started!?" The Johnson reacted a bit late, and then thought on how to provide a distraction for the two. He tapped his head.

"Is the Oni and Oriate amongst you two a good swimmer?"
Carroll
"..Right! This should be important. What exactly are your abilities? If we're working together, it would be best if we knew how to play off each other right?"

Yumiko suggested with a raised hand, gaze now focused on Kin. She didn't really know the difference between the Onis, but it seemed like the pale ones were more eloquent in their speech. Nura seemed like a classic brute, but he didn't seem to be the type of person Yumiko would ncessarily *Dislike.*

Whilst the Red held the aura of pure, raw intmidation, the Pale one seemed to be far more unsettling and dangerous. Her Aunt Sol once warned her that a cunning snake was much more dangerous than a proud lion.

"My abilities are—"

She was abruptly interrupted with the sudden interjection of Johnson, whom she forgot even existed. Yumiko metaphorically clicked her tongue in irritation.

"I can swim." Yumiko confirmed, "It depends on how 'good' of a swimmer you require."
Jackie
As the situation was going back on track, a certain familiar voice popped into the conversation in an instant—he would look towards Johnson who had a late reaction. He didn't say anything and was at ease, until his question made him flinch. A bit.

**..Fuck.**

Kin would exhale a puff of breath and look off to the side, admitting with a slightly sour tone. *"I can't swim."* He'd mumble. It wasn't that.. He couldn't swim, actually. He could learn things with ease and swimming would've been an easy feat—*If he wasn't scared of water depths.* He could handle shallow pools, but when it came to the depths of the sea below, it was an entirely different story. That was why he avoided swimming and stuck to land.
James
Nurarihyon looked to Johnson, totally forgetting about his presence in the room. Perhaps he was simply too agitated before to remember that their employer was present.

Upon hearing his question, he'd simply nod.

" I can swim a few miles— not as great as the M'lysta folk though. " He spoke. In Nurarihyon's century of living, he had of course, hunted and fought on the sea before. Swimming was pretty much a prerequisite for most Mercenaries.

He'd look to the Pale Oni who reluctantly admitted that he couldn't swim. 

" ..I can carry the young lad if need be. " He continued, putting his hatred for the small Oni aside.
Dean
"That might be a good idea. I've listened to you all talk about creating a distraction. But boarding the ship from the pier is not the only way in. If you could, you three could swim under the darkness of the night - A very terrifying experience, but no one would quite notice you. The weather is quite cloudy today and you could sneak in and climb your way up the ship, retrieve the documents, and then sneak back out before the ship is set on fire."

Johnson suggested, hoping that the adventurer is good enough to perform a waterborne assault.
James
" ..Very well. Actually, I can submerge in the Water for quite some time. My Kimono is enchanted with the Lesser Blessing of the Sea. Basically, I can breathe in water till a certain depth. " He told the others of his Kimono's abilities, in case they need it to formulate a plan. 

Then again, he needed to carry Kin as he swam so this ability might not be used this time around.
Jackie
The thought sent obvious chills up his spine. However, he forced himself to put a neutral expression. At Nurarihyon's most *Kindest* Offer, he seemed to have no choice but to accept it, though risking the possibility this brute might drown him underwater and leave him for sharks. **If he tries anything, Kin isn't going down `alone`.**

He actually had ideas on a waterborne assault where they travel the ship—but because of his fear of depths, that was why he avoided the plan entirely. Nevertheless, since it was brought up by.. —*His eyes gleamed.*—**Johnson**. It was a new possibility.

"..Then our entrance to the ship can be through water." He'd grunt. "Then it begs the question—will the Red Oni still act as a distraction or stay in hiding like us as we split?"
Dean
Johnson turned toward the Red Oni,"That's for him to answer, is it not? If you are coming through the water in the dark, a distraction may still help. Still, an extra hand on the ship might help deal with any unexpected patrol. I reckon there might be a few trusted men onboard patrolling." 

He held his hands together, interlocking his finger and tapping on his own hand, waiting for the Red Oni to answer.
James
" ..I suppose as the rummage through the Captain's quarters, I'll stand guard. We don't necessarily need a distraction. " He spoke. Distractions are indeed useful, but even without it, the patrols were likely to be on an hourly or so basis. If they could do it fast, then there'd be no need for a distraction. Though, if any of the patrols were to walk about and find them, all the Red Oni had to do was knock them out before they could scream for help. 

He'd then look to the Oriate who had been quite quiet. 

" ..What do you think, Missy? "
Carroll
They found the Oriate helping herself to a large portion of the meals, having been eating beef and chicken the entire time while they were busy discussing this swimming strategy. She had been idly listening here and there, but it was nonetheless a dreary discussion.

"Hm?" She looked up, mouth stuffed with meats, swallowing before giving any answer. "Yeah, I'm fine with whatever you guys choose to do, so long as it works."

"But uh, I still need to know what you guys can do."
James
He looked to the girl, quite literally, helping herself to the feast. He'd heave a sigh as he replied. 

" ..I'm basically an expert blunt weapon user and a swordsman, that's practically all about me. " Nurarihyon stated, keeping his abilities simple. He wasn't lying, but perhaps he was omitting some parts of his capabilities. Though, this should be enough for the girl to know what he specialises in. 

He'd then follow suit, taking a drumstick from the table and began munching down on it. 

*DELISH..!*
Jackie
*"..Wind mage. Assassin. My expertise lie in close combat and utility of speed."* Kin would explain briefly, inspecting the food in front of him as he took a small piece of chicken wing—he'd sniff it briefly before feasting on it, planting his legs on the chair as he leaned backwards, almost like huddling. 

Slowly by slowly, he would transform back to his Oni form. His horns elongated and curled at the ends, black pupils shrinking with an additional white slit that cuts it in half—nails that became prominently longer and of course, fangs that protruded from his mouth. Kin was actually rather hungry thanks to the journey and the discussion, so he savored the chicken wing he feasted on. He also took a moment to quench his thirst with a burst of water, drowning the cup.

*The food was exquisite.*