"Well, if I actually knew any of these guys, I would happily do so." Jakob replied, after a sigh. "But I'll handle it either way. Just stay here for a minute and... try not to make any sudden movements."<br/><br/>He raised his hands and tried to make himself seem as non-threatening as possible and slowly moved toward the most important looking guard, a large, older man with a bald head and scruffy beard. "Easy, guys. We're not here to fight, and we're not enemies. I just wanna talk to the person in charge."<br/><br/>The leader of the group waved him over, and his subordinates relaxed a little, though he noticed that none of them removed their hands from their weapons, and their casters still had spells prepared.<br/><br/>Once he was out of earshot, he spoke quietly to the man. "You don't know me, and I don't know you, but my name is Jakob Kirikage. I'm not a member of your group, but I'd been doing certain.. jobs for one of your branches for a while now. My friends and I were attacked by Pyrus's grunts not long ago and we need a place to lay low until we sort things out. Can you pass that message along to your superiors for me? I'm sure they'll allow us to stay."<br/><br/>The guard simply grunted. "Not happening, kid. You've got no proof that you're affiliated with us, and I'm not taking any chances. You and your friends need to leave. Now. And you should be happy we're even allowing you to do that."<br/><br/>Jakob's eyes suddenly went cold and scary, and when he spoke, his voice matched his expression. "Okay, then... I'm having a really bad day, so let's try this a different way." He swept his coat away from his katana, allowing the older man to see the hilt.<br/><br/>"This sword is called Raikuro, or 'Black Lightning' in English. I'm pretty sure you've heard of it. You have twelve melee specialists, eight casters, and three sneaky bastards in hiding, cloaking themselves. You're either going to send my message, or, by my estimation, it'll take me about 28 seconds to cut down every single person in this room. It's your choice. Are you going to send my message, or am I going to deliver it myself?"<br/><br/>The guard's expression went from smug and confident to terrified, and he called over the closest member of his group, and sent them further into the hideout.<br/><br/>"Thank you." Jakob said coldly, before plastering a dumb smile onto his face and turning around to give Charlie a thumbs up.