A loud voice thundered at the sides of Makoto's head while he slumbered, rudely awakening him. The young man instantly shot up, throwing the sheets off of his bed in surprise. Still recovering from the initial shock and slightly dazed from being suddenly woken, Makoto didn't have the energy to care about who awoke him. Not that he didn't already know.
"Silly goose!" Charlotte's sweet, bubbly tone was abound with energy and excitement. "Do you even know what time it is young man?" She put on a stern voice, mimicking that of an overbearing parental figure. Makoto rubbed his eyes, yawning as he tilted his head backwards to stare at Charlotte. She giggled upon seeing the poor child's worn expression, ruffling his hair much to his discomfort.
"Growing boys like you need to get up nice and early! Come on Mako, wake up!" Charlotte put her arms underneath his, attempting to hoist him out of the bed. Even without putting up much resistance, Makoto was still a tad too heavy for Charlotte to hold for long. After a while of struggling, she finally lost her grip and sent him plummeting to the ground below.
"Oof!" Makoto landed face first onto the floorboards, pain flaring through his cheek as if it was on fire. "That hurt." Putting his palms to the ground, Makoto heaved himself up and turned to face Charlotte before being met with a surprise hug.
"You're up! You're up!" She chanted, jumping up and down. Her boundless energy never ceased to impress Makoto. "Here, I made this for you."

Charlotte released Makoto from her grip, stepping backwards while gesturing to a picnic basket filled with wildflowers and fruits. She rummaged through the basket before pulling out a crown of lowers. She turned to him with a smile, clearing her throat. She pointed her nose upwards, putting on a royal facade.
"Kneel," she demanded. Not questioning her antics, Makoto kneeled before her, bowing before her as if she really was royalty. "On this morning, I anoint thee as Prince Sleepy head!" Makoto laughed as the flower crown was placed softly on his head.
"It is an honor, Princess." Charlotte clapped her hands in excitement when Makoto played along with her, quickly grabbing his wrist and pulling him up off the floor in a quick sprint.
"Woah! What are you doing? Hey, at least let me get dressed first!" Makoto was a little self conscious about entering the guild hall in his pajamas.
"There's no time! We have a kingdom to save!" Charlotte had grabbed her basket, adorning herself with a crown herself. Bursting through the door to the guild hall, she proudly spoke up to the residents.
"Gooooood Morning friends! I have brought a gift!" Skipping over towards the bar where most of the people were, Charlotte placed the basket of fruit and flowers next to the Guild Master who was resting peacefully. "I took a trip to the markets before dawn. The vendor was very kind to me; he gave me a discount on all this beautiful fresh fruit." She plucked a handful of grapes off of a vine hanging out from the basket, popping them all in her mouth at once. Makoto sleepily made his way over to the group, yawning. Charlotte tossed him an apple, which he fumbled around with for a bit before finally catching it. Rather than eating it, the boy tossed it gently up and down in his hand as if it was a baseball. Charlotte sat up on the bar, tilting her head backwards to speak to Feon and Lilith about breakfast. Makoto took a stool besides her, taking a bit into the apple. He looked up at the ceiling, taking note of a strange rattling noise. It was as if a wild animal had gotten into the vents.
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The morning sun was only just beginning to rise over the horizon, yet the town was already bustling with the morning activity. Indeed people were so involved in their daily routine that they took notice as Shalquoir stalked silently through the streets. Perhaps it was because of the supposed wizard guild that was present in this town that they didn't even bat an eyelash at the woman adorned in a gown covered with black crow feathers and a porcelain mask resembling that of a crow's beak. This was how Shalquoir preferred it, not being one for being the center of attention. Some would ask why she dressed the way she did if this were truly the case, but that history was too personal to share with strangers. She swiftly walked through the town before approaching the behemoth of a dragon's skull that was the entrance to the Golden Dragoon. As a hunter, Shalquoir had much admiration for those strong enough to take on a dragon. Though she personally disagreed in using the corpse as architecture. Regardless, it made for quite an imposing building. Walking up to the massive doors, she placed her mechanical arm forward and slowly pushed them open. It was quite the effort, but in the end she found herself standing in the doorway of a somewhat populated guild hall. She took a few steps forward, a few heads turning towards her as she approached. Slowly walking to the bar where most of the activity was, Shalquoir stood a good distance before addressing the woman laying atop of the bar in her heavy accent.
"Salutations. I am Shalquoir Gilbert. Enchanté," The woman lowered herself in a respectful bow to the participants of the guild. "To keep this as brief as possible; my intentions are to offer my services to this establishment. Who may I speak to for more information?" Turning her head slightly, she caught a young blue haired boy catching a glimpse of her. As soon as their eyes met, he went red and quickly turned away. Next to him, a girl slightly older than him jumped down from the bar and her out her left hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Shalquoir! That's a beautiful name by the way. I'm Charlotte Blackwater and this is Makoto Yagami." The girl pulled the shy blue haired one from his chair. "Go on Mako, say hello." The boy stared at the ground, slightly tilting his eyes upwards as he mumbled a greeting. Shalquoir turned away from him to face the girl with her left hand out. Slowly she raised up her own left arm, which met the girl with a metal hook. The boy was startled, taking a small step back, but Charlotte's eyes widened in delight as she grabbed the hook and shook it vigorously.
"I can't wait to hear the story behind that, Shalquoir. I can tell we're going to get to know a lot about each other!" Shalquoir chuckled at her eagerness before speaking.
"You may be waiting longer than you expected. Now, where is the Guild Master?"