[center][h3][color=662d91]Vega[/color][/h3]
Luna Crescente East Park[/center]
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Vega was absent since the previous evening, having heard that the S class trials were going to be held alongside the Harpy trials as well, he found it distasteful, made that clear, and then left. The following day...

[color=662d91]"Oy, I know you ingrates have more than that on ya, or what, waiting for a big pull on today's public event?"[/color]

[i]"H-hey, Vega ri-r-"[/i], [color=662d91]"HAAAAH?! Speak up I can't hear ya!"[/color], he gave the raggedly dressed man yet another kick, right into two of his other accomplices. Vega despite his new affiliation still really can't let his knowledge of the criminal underbelly of towns go, the thieves and muggers of the town knew of him, and feared him. Though he never took to stealing alongside them or anything, maybe another time when he had no magic, but now? He saw them as beneath him. He freely took from them, and today...

[i]"I-is something wrong...? Normally you'd just... Take whatever we have and go but today-"[/i], the man quickly slid back as ethereal black knives stuck themselves inches in front of him.

[color=662d91]"Today's a pisser, you got that right. I'll go buy myself something nice in town, have fun pickpocketing the crowd... Damn small fry"[/color], Vega walked away out of the alleyway juggling the bag of coin in one hand as he left them to slink away back into the shadows.

The more and more he saw the decorations and the preparations at the trial venue the more and more foul his mood became, even pickpocketing random passersby for extra coin and before he knew it he was sitting at a bench with more food and strange assortment of trinkets than he should be doing anything with. Those who observed him enough would know he stole and mugged for stress relief, a rather harmful way of venting, but if he started a fight around the day of the trials, Delsin's probably gonna cut his payout on missions or something again. Crafty bastard, figured out physical punishment wasn't going to do a thing, money, materialistic things, that's what he wanted. Why? It was fun, call it a collector's interest or will. But what exactly was he collecting...? Compared to the other high earning members, he didn't spend it on drinking or anything, it was like he was some kind of dragon hoarding treasure.

The park today was quiet, figures, everyone was concentrated further in town, which suited him just fine, as he bit down on more of the food he bought. He got all kinds, from small cakes to fried food,

[color=662d91]"Tch, they even make food taste bad...",[/color] he breathed another coarse exhale in contempt. He disliked the Harpies, that much was clear, their whole lovey dovey affair was disgusting, the world was nothing like that and to him it was an affront on reality. Running a guild with such flowery intentions was going to get them wound up torn apart eventually when they meet a force more powerful than them. He knew that well enough.

For now, he was considering just sitting out this S trial, or not... It was a chance to publically fight them without repercussion... But knowing how they'd make the rules, it'd be nothing like that huh? Boring, no fun at all.