He was having a good day.. John Chaos Crossland was sat in the local bar, legs cross upon a table as he knocked back a beer quietly. Chaos was the namesake he had received after an encounter with a raider fortress, said raider fortress had been the home base for several attacks on caverns, as well as raids on nearby small villages and towns. John Crossland had been hired to lead a small party in destroying the base, but even after the loss of his allies he pulled through.

In the ensuing destruction he had collapsed most of the fortress in on itself, and the raiders that were left were dealing with an infuriated gunslinger whose singular purpose that day was their utter destruction. An investigate of the ruins not a day later found the then-dubbed Chaos Crossland sitting upon the battlefield, enjoying a few well earned comforts having gathered the bodies of his dead companions and prepared them for transport to their homes, or simply honorable burials.

Since then John had always worked alone, even today he had dealt with a pack of troublemakers in the town, one recklessly shooting a civilian only to find the muzzle of John's revolver against his skull. He barely even blinked as the muzzle flashed and the goons brains splattered across the sidewalk. The cheering of others drowned out the other twos screams before he eliminated them.
Wanted dead or alive.. Alive preferably.. Preferably.. He liked the flexibility of that term.

The young man tipped his hat to one of the waitresses with a smile, she made a shy look and winked back, though he didn't fall for the ploy. These girls always had something else in mind, eventually he got up, finishing the beer and putting the bottle down, though he'd kept the metal top, flicking it up and catching it once again, staring at the top as he made is way out, retrieving the large container he kept chained to his arms when out and about.
John smirked to himself, checking his guns then holstering them at his sides and stepped out into the street, it was midday but growing dark. He used his thumb to turn his gaze tot he sky, watching as clouds began to spread across the sun, they were coming this way. This sleepy little down of Elswyr didn't need a guy like him around anyway,
"Time to bring the rain and wash away the blood hm..?" He asked, not to anyone in particular as he walked down the main street.

Vaenia groaned as she rolled out of bed, literally and hit the floor with a thud. As she lay there, the rough wood of her, oh so charming, room her eyes moved to glare at her roommate. Though that was using the term loosely. He was more like a thorn in her side. "Release me now," she growled using the only muscles he hadn't paralyzed.

The younger man rolled his eyes and waved his hand. "You're no fun anymore," he said flopping into the only chair in the room and posing dramatically.

Pushing herself to her feet, she ran her fingers through her hair. "I have a new assignment, I don't have time to be fun," she said reaching for her well worn jacket and pulling it on over her often washed shirt. It wasn't that she didn't have the money to buy new clothing, she just had better things to do with her time then shop.

"A new assignment. Anyone I know?" her roommate sat up, his dark eyes glittering with an odd combination of anxiety and fear.

She shook her head as her small arsenal of tool were stashed in her jacket. "I doubt it, I haven't even heard of him. Though the name rings a bit of a bell."

"Can I come?" Teyon asked.

"Not this time. It's just a in and out. Besides, don't you have others to turn over to the council?" She shoved one more knife down the sleeve of her jacket and left the room, her boots clomping down the hall after her.

John adjusted his hat slightly, he was just waiting for the rain to come, he'd always enjoyed it personally, the cooling air, the smell of rain on hot roofs, warm dirt, with each step he took he felt it coming closer, the winds beginning to pick up, it ruffled his collar and made his hair dance behind him. He grinned at the sight of the clouds overtaking him staring between the buildings to his sides as they stretched over the world, beginning to grow darker the further they went.
The first droplets of rain, small at first, had begun to patter and he could hear it so distinctly. And the reactions of the people outside amused him as they began to dive into their homes. He found it amusing to watch people scurry in fear of something so simple as rain, he wondered why humans were so weak of heart, running from that which should not even be feared.
He stopped in the street, taking down his hat silently and looked up, golden eyes barely reacting as the rain hit his face.
It got heavier, little by little, but before it was too much he placed his hat upon his head once again, smiling to himself,
it was a good day.

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"Vaeneia!" a young man called, chasing after her as his steps closed in on her quickly. He stopped by her breathing heavily before standing straight and tall again, sweeping his hair back and grinning,
"Do you remember me? I'm Trace, Trace Brannigan. So you got assigned to this too huh? I saw the manifest, the commander said we'd need more than one person to take this guy down.. Well it ain't surprising considering what he can do but still," he placed a hand on his hip, looking aside to her and smiling, though his face fell slightly,
"One thing has me confused though.. What exactly did this Mr. Crossland do? I'm not up on all the rules still trying to memorize'em-all.."

Vaenia raked her eyes over the man as he collected himself in front of her. It was bad enough she was stuck with Teyon, she now had a tag-a-long partner. She sighed and listened to his ramble on. When he spoke his name her mind whirled. It rang a distant bell, but she couldn't be expected to know all these kinds, could she? There was a new crop every year as the older ones retired or the younger one didn't make it.

"His license is up and he's been practicing," she said looking down the street. "At least that's the information that was given to me. It's a simple track and contain, why did they send you?" Her eyes lifted to the rooms she shared with her friend. Sometimes she wondered if he wasn't a spy. She wondered if she wasn't being watched, she was one of the oldest Watchers still actively working. Most watchers had a job expectancy of ten years, she'd been going for nearly twice that.

"Oh right sorry." He fumbled around in his pockets until he produced a paper, holding it up,
"Mage, Restricted Arts; Class Five, they want me to be your battle support and to act as a representative.." he held up his other hand and rolled his eyes as he twitched his pointer and middle finger forward then folded the paper up and placed it in his pocket again. Once he felt he was tidy he looked at her and smiled,
"Basically they just want me to watch you, them old cranks at the mage tower need to loosen up, its not like you Watchers go around killing or capturing magice users because you think its fun for shits'n'giggles, know what I mean?" he rubbed his head a little with one hand, staring at her with a concerned face,
"They didn't give me much choice about it and I don't think they're about to do the same for you either."

He placed both hands on his hips then, yawning a moment before looking at her again,
"You know I checked his record, Mr. Crossland didnt fail a single update or payment on his card, the guy was pretty ritualistic about it. He'd sign it every second tuesday, pay every friday followin' that.. Wonder why'd he up and quit like that.." Trace wondered aloud but then looked at her again
"Oh uh sorry, I tend to ramble alot too, if I start rambling alot you gotta stop me or I just keep going like a windup watch, know know? I blame my mom, she ate lots of sugary stuff when I was in the womb, "

Walking down the street to the train station, she tried to ignore the puppy next to her. She had a feeling that she would be ready to kill him by the time things were over. "Who knows the reasons anyone does anything, it's our job to make sure he follows the agreement," she said purchasing a ticket for the last know town of Mr. Crossland. She'd been wondering the same things. The man was meticulous in his payments and hadn't ever been called for a violation. Something was really bothering her about this job. Glancing at the puppy, she wondered if she'd be able to shake him off long enough to find out the truth. She didn't like taking care of people without reason, and this guy didn't look like her had a reason. Sometimes it sucked being a Watcher.