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Crobalt Nicholas "Cronic" Crystalis // Namimori High School Courtyard
An otherwise quiet day for a not so ordinary individual. Literally. Being a hitman, he's used to loud commotions and noise, so being somewhere so... Normal, was to him like someone mixed up his role with someone else. Course, that's what he first thought when he read the dossier... Until he noticed that the anonymous client had asked for him by name. If that didn't raise a red flag in his mind, nothing would've, but orders are orders... Not that he understood why he'd been asked to play bodyguard in the first place.
Leaning against a nearby wall, Cronic stood holding at first glance a leaflet detailing the day's festivities, having swapped his normal attire for a grey T-shirt with five figures on it, all clad in black garb of differing styles, with trace amounts of white, three of which had black hair, one white, and a brunette. Two of the black haired figures were male, as were the white one, while the remaining black haired figure and the brunette were female. Atop said T-shirt he wore a sleeveless jacket, blue jeans and black sneakers, and had allowed his normally spiky hair to cascade down his head as to avoid suspicion... It would look a tad suspicious if he just waltzed into the highschool grounds with a dark blue trenchcoat and spiky hair after all.
Course, while at first glance you'd think he was deciding where to go, he was actually reading the aforementioned Dossier, condensed down into a summarized, more easily concealed form. The briefing itself read as such;
"Mr. Crystalis.
It has been requested by a prominent figure who has chosen to remain anonymous that you are to proceed to Namimori before the upcoming festival at Namimori High. There you will be given an apartment for the duration of your time there, along with an undercover operative to provide your armaments and attire to you with haste should a situation arise.
Your orders are as follows; Upon arrival, your mission will be to protect Sawada Ienari, seventh in line to the title of XIIth Vongola Boss, who has no desire to take upon that mantle, but is still a potential target for Assassination regardless. Exercise caution, for a rival faction could be looking to eliminate the list of prospective XII claimants drawn up by the XIth and claim the title for themselves.
I trust you will carry out these orders as fluidly you do your standard contracts. Consider this role indefinite until such time your protection is no longer required."
Crobalt simply let out a faint sigh as he concealed the dossier in his jacket while no-one was looking, and gazed in the direction of Ienari, who was presently conversing with... A maid?
"...I guess it was a little too soon to consider this "Normal"." Crobalt thought to himself as he surveyed the crowd, looking for anything or anyone acting a little out of the ordinary.
An otherwise quiet day for a not so ordinary individual. Literally. Being a hitman, he's used to loud commotions and noise, so being somewhere so... Normal, was to him like someone mixed up his role with someone else. Course, that's what he first thought when he read the dossier... Until he noticed that the anonymous client had asked for him by name. If that didn't raise a red flag in his mind, nothing would've, but orders are orders... Not that he understood why he'd been asked to play bodyguard in the first place.
Leaning against a nearby wall, Cronic stood holding at first glance a leaflet detailing the day's festivities, having swapped his normal attire for a grey T-shirt with five figures on it, all clad in black garb of differing styles, with trace amounts of white, three of which had black hair, one white, and a brunette. Two of the black haired figures were male, as were the white one, while the remaining black haired figure and the brunette were female. Atop said T-shirt he wore a sleeveless jacket, blue jeans and black sneakers, and had allowed his normally spiky hair to cascade down his head as to avoid suspicion... It would look a tad suspicious if he just waltzed into the highschool grounds with a dark blue trenchcoat and spiky hair after all.
Course, while at first glance you'd think he was deciding where to go, he was actually reading the aforementioned Dossier, condensed down into a summarized, more easily concealed form. The briefing itself read as such;
"Mr. Crystalis.
It has been requested by a prominent figure who has chosen to remain anonymous that you are to proceed to Namimori before the upcoming festival at Namimori High. There you will be given an apartment for the duration of your time there, along with an undercover operative to provide your armaments and attire to you with haste should a situation arise.
Your orders are as follows; Upon arrival, your mission will be to protect Sawada Ienari, seventh in line to the title of XIIth Vongola Boss, who has no desire to take upon that mantle, but is still a potential target for Assassination regardless. Exercise caution, for a rival faction could be looking to eliminate the list of prospective XII claimants drawn up by the XIth and claim the title for themselves.
I trust you will carry out these orders as fluidly you do your standard contracts. Consider this role indefinite until such time your protection is no longer required."
Crobalt simply let out a faint sigh as he concealed the dossier in his jacket while no-one was looking, and gazed in the direction of Ienari, who was presently conversing with... A maid?
"...I guess it was a little too soon to consider this "Normal"." Crobalt thought to himself as he surveyed the crowd, looking for anything or anyone acting a little out of the ordinary.
