The three men at the table- while each a rather large and brutish looking man, began to exchange looks of unease with one another as Guild members seemed to stare them down. It was quite obvious from the attitude as well as the general atmosphere that they were not exactly welcome at the Guild's pub. Several of the men slowly began reaching for their weapons- but didn't draw them. The tension in the air was palpable. On the other hand, the blond man speaking to Helen didn't seem to even notice the tension in the air. 

[color=Wheat]"I am just doing as I have been instructed, ma'am."[/color] the man said plainly, hints of a Varisie accent creeping into his voice. [color=Wheat]"I believe you Guild members understand the concept of completing a job, no matter what the costs?"[/color] He asked, with some measure of foreboding. The three other men exchanged uneasy glances again, obviously doubting their willingness to be here. 

[color=Wheat]"You may call me Walkins,"[/color] the man spoke, introducing himself, [color=Wheat]"I am.. something of a problem solver for my benefactor. These children have... stolen something valuable... from my benefactor, and I wish to retrieve them in order to bring them to justice."[/color] he continued, [color=Wheat]"Justice, ma'am, is my only reason for being here. There will only be trouble, if someone decides to start said trouble..."[/color] he said to Adonai, implications thick in his voice.

As the conversation continued, the bartender shot an uneasy look at Eli as he drew his rifle and placed it on the bar. The bartender caught Eli's gaze and held it for a few moments. Eli could tell the bartender was weighing the options in his mind. The bartender's eyes flitted to the ruffians at the table conversing with Helen and her husband, then down to the children at behind the bar nearby. His gaze returned to Eli's for a moment before they slowly closed. He breathed out quietly, and made his way over to the sign that in bold words spelled out "No discharging of firearms", and quietly flipped the sign over to its blank side. He looked back at Eli, the man had his answer. 

The twins kept peering over the bar, spying on the conversation, making sure to poke their heads down whenever the men at the table began to look their way. They made motions to each other, communicating in a combination of mouthed words and hand gestures. They failed to notice Ignis as he materialized behind them. When he spoke, the girl's eyes widened considerably as she yelped in surprise, her high voice only being cut off as the boy clasped his hand over her mouth and slid down out of sight.

At the sound of the yelp, the blonde man named Walkins suddenly stopped speaking. Looking back at Helen, he smiled, a devilishly toothy grin- one that could be described as anything but justified. [color=Wheat]"Ah, it would appear that they are here after all."[/color] 

The tension in the room seemed to have reboiled to a new climax, for as soon as the blonde man stood up, so did Alan- silver-plated revolver drawn and leveled at the non-guildsmen. The three thugs stood up as well, weapons drawn, and were met by a variety of gun barrels, and blade tips from the dozen or so patrons of the bar. Walkins seemed undisturbed by the sight of weapons pointed at him, as rather casually stood out from the table and took a step towards the bar.

Eli and Kuro could hear a faint rustle, as well as the sound of wood and metal sliding against one another as the young boy bounded over the bar with grace and dexterity surprising for his age. One hand grabbed Eli's steam rifle as he vaulted over the bar, his other hand pulled what was presumably his sister over the bar with him. The young male landed flat on his feet, standing, with the girl behind him, rifle leveled at the blonde man. From his stance, it was clear that the boy had never held a firearm before, and the slight tremors in his body implied that he had never shot a man either. Walkins noted this, and smiled at the boy, as he took a step forward. 

[i]-BANG-[/i] 

The distinct sound of a steam rifle firing echoed throughout the bar, the hissing sound of excess steam following the crash. Vapor slowly crept out of the barrel of Eli's rifle as it shook in the boy's hand. The boy had hit Walkins, at that range, even a complete novice would've been hard pressed to miss. The force of the impact forced Walkins to take a step back, but the man didn't fall. There was a small clink of metal as a crushed rifle slug fell to the ground. Walkin's casually brushed off a bit of dust his chest. The boy scowled and pulled the trigger again but was only granted the sound of steam hissing into the weapon- Eli had not finished loading the weapon. 

[color=Wheat]"That might've worked on someone else, [i]boy[/i]."[/color] Walkins hissed, evidently pleased with himself. He took another step forward but paused as a swirl of fire appeared in front of the two children. Stepping back, he found himself confronted by a woman in a white wolf mask- ever silent.

[color=CD5C5C]"Not another step."[/color] Alan called out darkly, slowly stepping forward.

The man smiled, and a shard of ice slowly blinked into existence behind him. The ice shard began to grow in size, reaching the size of a human before it started sprouting sharp limbs. The resulting creature was a rather tall humanoid spirit of ice, various appendages sticking out of its back and limbs, each made of a razor sharp white ice.[hider=Ice Spirit][IMG]http://i61.tinypic.com/30w56oj.jpg[/IMG][/hider]

[color=Wheat]"Do you intend to stop me?"[/color] Walkins asked, as he drew a brass mask out from within his coat. He fixed the mask to his face- which adhered through some odd force as opposed to straps of clasps. The mask glowed an eerie blue. [s][color=Wheat]"No one suspects the Varisie Inquisition!"[/color][/s]

[color=Wheat]"I encourage you to try your best."[/color] came the muffled voice from behind the mask.