Apostle grimaced bearing his jagged teeth as he walked through the city of Shi'el its hustle and bustle not to his liking. He preferred the outskirts of the city since it still had the rustic feel of some form of simplistic charm. Yet here he was enduring another volunteered mission thanks to one of his contacts that had dropped his name, and recruited him for what the gods only knew.<em>'This is the last time.'</em>mentally reassuring himself as he continued to walk young children being pulled back by their mothers as they looked upon his face. Three scars in all one going horizontally across the bridge of his nose to each side of the upper half of his cheeks while two others adorned his face each going down vertically of each eye. It was weird to see a man so young be so battle worn.<br/><br/>With Shi'el's busy streets the swordsman did not feel all to comfortable. He seemed out of place in his armor well the most vulnerable of its state at the moment it seemed more like a thin plated leather with straps around the shoulders and waist. Its color a dim gray give an idea it had been once a magnificent jet black.<strong>"I do not know if I should even go. I did not volunteer for this line of work."</strong>Speaking to himself getting strange looks from a large looking man. It was not directed at him, but at the sword that was draped on his back. It was as tall as he was give an inch, it was made of pure iron its once sharp blade somewhat dulled from the feel of crimson.<em>'Its because you want to go. You get to make things simple for you. No thoughts just swinging your sword.'</em>a voice said echoing in the back of his skull. He kept walking acting as normal as he could be in his head he saw his inner beast on all fours walking beside him. A hellhound the shape of the inner demon is considered to be shaped after Apostle's more darker personality It seemed to be walking him to his destination.<em>'Silence I don't need your hollow words. Vanish from my sight. You will not get the best of me beast.'</em>Giving a glare which made the monster within his mind go silent. It was broken right as Apostle had to stop waiting for the moment to cross the street.<br/><br/>The Hellhound stood in front of his path as he waited patiently its eyes burning a hole into his very soul. Until he gained some control chains sprouting forth to wrap the darker side and drag it back down to the depths of his mind.<em>'For now so be it....'</em>Starting to buckle as the weight increased '<em>I will deign to obey you.'</em>It was now being brought to bow before him as ir continued to speak.<em>'Within my depths; from the bottom of darkness. I shall breath lightly.'</em>It sunk into the ground as everyone kept on with their day unable to see what he saw nor would they ever this was a mental battle.<em> 'Keep me in chains... Suppress me! I will store my power.'</em>It was more then half way gone when Apostle started to walk past the beast as if he was normal.<em>'And then....one day.'</em>A smirk went across the face of the swordman his head now cleared of his trouble.<strong>"We will see beast."</strong><br/><br/>He walked for a short time after arriving at the spot eyeing the craft that would take him along with his other<em>'comrades'</em>to what he expected to be a lengthy mission. He did not like these kind of vehicles, yet now he had no choice. The only option was to suck it up and be a man.<strong>"Will my sword even fit inside?"</strong>worried not for his safety, but the capacity of weight it could carry. Apostle poked his head within the open door of the craft and saw the three women all of them waiting on him alone. "Um...I think I have the wrong aircraft." turning back to see that it was the only one in the location given to him. "Apostle Monte...The Black Swordsman. At your disposal." Looking at what seemed to be the leader of this group. Before sitting furthest away from everyone not to be rude of any sort he was not ready to 'warm up' with them.