Mark Zerrit
Mark chuckled and nodded when Stacy said that she didn't really agree with seafood either, and nodded in agreement. He gave one last glance at the end of the battle, before following his new acquaintance out, smirking as she said that where they were going wasn't the healthiest place. "I don't really mind if it's healthy or not. My guild master will run me ragged on errands during and after the games anyway, so I could do with the extra calories." He chuckled, and as they exited the building the games they'd find Deyja waiting for them. The boy dressed in black would give Mark a look, and the S-Class wizard rolled his eyes before throwing Deyja a key. The mage would nod before heading off down the street, away from the crowds, at a rapid pace. Mark gave Stacy an apologetic smile as they kept walking.As they passed a street performer, Mark stopped next to Stacy. He idly wondered how much money a good street performer could make on these streets during the magic games. Mark was sure his maker magics would give a pretty good performance. He would have to ask his guild master if he could go on tour in the city during the next magic games. He chuckled quietly to himself as the thought occurred to him. Mark Zerrit, the travelling performer of Iron Enigma. The thought was certainly appealing, but that didn't sound like something he would enjoy after too long. Soon they had reached where they were going, sitting down and eating. Stacy finished well before Mark, and asked a question. He swallowed his bite and wiped his mouth before responding to her question.
"Well, history wise, Iron Enigma's been around for over a hundred years. It was originally a very very moral guild, but then Fairy Tail happened, and, as you probably know, magic became hated and feared. Very hard to stay the 'good guys' during that. So the old members turned to more illicit activities in order to pay to live. After a couple generations, that became the norm, and wizards who didn't mind such activities joined. The guild did pretty well overall despite the general hate and distrust of magic." He smiled a bit and took another bite of his food, chewing and swallowing before continuing. "Nothing super major really happened during most of that time though. My grandparents joined, and the guild was willing to do just about anything for money. They tended to shy away from murder where possible though, too high-profile, ya know? These days... Well, I would tell you, but then you'd be in danger. Guild secrets and all, not to mention the couple of bloodthirsty individuals."
He took another bite, almost done, before continuing. "Besides that, we treat each other a lot like a family. Not exactly the same, but close. We'll stick our necks out for each other unless it endangers the whole guild to do so. With the occasional exception of course. But if, for example, Laynette or Deyja got in a bad scrape. Ended up getting hurt or put in jail or something, for example. If one or more of the S-Class didn't go and get them out of there, a couple of A and B class wizards would. Most of the time though, Luna is off to save them in a heartbeat. With me right behind to make sure the girl doesn't get herself hurt." He chuckled softly, and finished his food. Done with his tale.
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Mayt --- Train
The engineer would rub the back of his head. "We're not allowed to let anyone touch the Engine really. Corporate would have our jobs if we did. Sorry." Mayt smiled, and patted the guy on the shoulder. "Hey, it's fine. I'll go figure out how the Bandits found us, you try to fix the engine without getting fired, alright?" The Engineer, reassured, nodded. "C'mon Jarvis, let's go see if the Bandits are up yet. We don't need to fix the engine, if someone else shows up looking for them, we'll need all the manpower possible. Since they're probably going to at least run into the convoy anyway." He tugged on the older Wizards' arm once before heading into the train. Moving back through them until he got to where the Bandits were being held. They were all in the prison lacrima now, but they were all still out cold, with bandaged wrapped around their heads. "Might've hit them a tad hard."@Caits
