[center][color=9e0039][b][h1]Maestro Lyric[/h1][/b][/color][/center][hr][color=gray][b]Interacting With::[/b] ???
[b]Location::[/b] Abandoned Townhouse, Albero[/color]
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Striding down a side avenue with a swagger in his, a rather [url=https://static.giantbomb.com/uploads/scale_medium/16/164924/2358269-hanin_byu_864.jpg]rugged behemoth of a man who looked to be in his early 40's[/url] twirled a cigarette in his mouth, while a hilted sword bounced in place with each step he took. While ashes did appear on the tip of it, there was a distinct lack of smoke in the air as the man took a fresh breath of air. Even with his serious appearance, there was an underlying amount of cruel whimsy faintly dancing in his coal-like, dark brown eyes.

Today [i]was[/i] going to be a wonderful day was not exactly something he could convey with a solemn, wolf-like stare as he "appraised" certain passersby. Most seemed to give the imposing man massive leeway, as the few who took this route awkwardly swerved to the sides and out of sight, intimidated by the overwhelming aura and dominance he was exuding from him.

Not surprising; even [i]he[/i] knew the radiating power that he was aglow with, driving off these impudent, minute primitives. Such as their place in society! Although... one dared to even bask in the glory that was... Maestro Lyric! Even though they passed on by, the great and mighty Lyric was able to give them such a hardhearted, analytical stare that caused the unfortunate imbecile to sheepishly scuttle away!

Pahaha! Guess there was [i]some[/i] silver-lining to watching some schmuck flee upon eye contact, for like, what, a second or so? Even though he was on business, it was the small things, such as scaring the piss out of a passerby that helped make this [i]grueling[/i] walk even better...

... of course, having a little bit of muscle never hurt either with the intimidation factor, as the great Maestro Lyric was flanked by an individual that was nearly about his size, yet, somewhat shorter in stature. [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/08/58/69/085869bb41233cf71ffaf01f89ad6735.jpg]They appeared heavily armed, with the armor and helm concealing the persons identity, gender, and so on; their gear appeared ornate in nature, the midday's sun shining on it...[/url] yet something seemed to be off. Other than the noticeable fur lining the neck-guard, the sun didn't exactly refract off the armor, as it also had small, nearly imperceivable bristles...

But enough about his broken slave and their pieces of armor! It was time to come back to the highly adored (by those he trained) Maestro of the hour! Whilst the his "companion" trailed behind him, always keeping their eyesight forward, the Grand Maestro [i]always[/i] kept his eyes peeled, always rolling his head behind him every couple of seconds just to keep an eye on his back; never know whats going on behind the stage of a scene, especially any sort of... [i]pyrotechnics.[/i]

While he was (close to) perfect, he couldn't manage [i]everything[/i] on this theater of a world, after all. He had his part to play, and so did many, many others.

Regardless, it wasn't much longer before the duo reached their destination - a rather plain abode, a townhouse. It was three stories high, and whilst overshadowed some other buildings surrounding it, the sun still managed to beat down on the nearly bleached, burgundy roof. The outside display from the front didn't look any better, as it had a singular, faded color.

While the superficial aspects of the house seemed to make it look abandoned, the almighty Maestro knew better than to be dissuaded by such an insipid display as he traipsed steadily towards the front door, his guard always staying close, until the Maestro barked an order for them to stand guard a couple of feet away from him.

Taking a few steps closer to the door, he rapped it in a cadence that could be comparable to a person with arrhythmia. Afterwards, he paused, waiting for a few seconds. It was considerably rude to keep a man such as he on hold! The Maestro Lyric was on [i]quite[/i] the schedule here!

Despite the pretenses of "standing guard" Lyric always leered back, strangely eyeing a specific alleyway across the street. It wasn't until the front door shifted slightly that his piercing gaze was brought back to attend the opener of doors!

[b]"... who are ya, and whaddya want?"[/b]

[color=9e0039]"Moi? I am the [i]one,[/i] the [i]only,[/i] Maestro Lyric,"[/color] god, he was [i]not[/i] going to get tired of saying that. It was finely tuned, a somber yet lovingly crafted orchestra of a name that rolled off his tongue. [color=ed145b][i]Maestro Lyric, Maestro Lyric, Maestro Ly-Ly-Ly-Lyric! Pfft, ha, ha![/i][/color]

[color=9e0039]"I'm on business here, mon ami... I was hoping to... purvey some property in Albero for some friends of mi-"[/color]

[b]"I ain't interested in renting this place out t'ya."[/b] Just before the semi-hostile person could completely close the door, Maestro Lyric, in a grand display of powerful, unrivaled force, latched one hand on to it, slightly prying it open to where it was previously and leaving it there.

[color=9e0039]"A cesura? And so early into the verse!... Non, non, non, you [i]must[/i] let me have this place! I'll pay anything for it!... though it could use some sprucing up."[/color]

Hah, he knew those words would get the landlord to pause to reconsider [i]what[/i] they were turning down! His offer was just as tempting as he was when making certain suggestions to those he... trained.

[b]"Liiiiike,"[/b] an immediate response? Hah, glad to see that they didn't keep him waiting! With a smug, almost snake like grin, he let his grip on the door slip, and snapped a finger gun at the man in question.

[color=9e0039]"Some of my own precious gems! Topaz, Rubies, Amethysts, Diamonds, hell, maybe even throw in some Emeralds while we are at it,"[/color] and of course, even with such charms, his expression was still displayed with some hints of intimidation as an arm ejected from the door, pointing to the wayside path leading to the gardens out back.

[b]"... they'll handle the rest out in the back; good day... Maestro Lyric..."[/b] And with that, the door instantly slammed shut. That attempt at an... "affable" visage suddenly deteriorated into a much more sinister gaze, that smile becoming more twisted, more foul as he pivoted around and raised an arm towards the alleyway he eyed a few moments ago.

Gesturing with two fingers, a new figure emerged from the shadows, almost like a looming stalker, with a similar appearance to his own silent guard... with the main difference being that it was carrying bristled chains as well. Following that, there were large cuffs constraining the individuals that trailed closely behind.

They seemed to be in tatters of clothes, with one having a bag over their face, whilst another was blinded and gagged... and the final one, well, he was only gagged and could see where he was, though the latter did toil against the threads of fate. [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c0/90/ea/c090eab0299d6f71a0f3020852317ff0.jpg]He was a tall lad with ebony hair and piercing red eyes, looking to be no more than in his early 20's. The mans clothes that could be worn proudly due to the wonderful craftsmanship were left in the same, sorry state as the other fools ragged, tattered mess they could once call clothes.[/url]

And with that, all the pieces moved forward, inching towards the back of the house, before disappearing into the back of the townhouses garden.

And so, the deal was struck.

[color=ed145b][i]... and with that "deal," he could say Act 1 was coming along [b]quite[/b] swimmingly... and now, all he had to do was wait... wait for the other actors to play their role in the theater deemed life...[/i][/color]
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