To have a brand appear on her skin without warning surprised Fleo, but the next instant she knew that she should have known better. Of course a magic guild's mark would be sorcerous in nature, and of course Fiore's biggest and best would have such a neat system! ”Wonderful! Thank you so much, master!” Flashing a final smile at Jamie, she spun around and headed for the one thing she could instantly identify: the job board. The sizable bulletin was easily identifiable despite the general state of semi-ruin pervading the guild hall, and she made her way over quickly. At that moment she realized that whoever it was who had explained the guild mark was still talking, so she spun to face him and throw off any possible suspicion of being rude.
Her eyebrows knit together when she heard Damian's 'observation'. Not possible. Nobody had doubted her lies before, either out of lack of interest or courtesy for what suffering she had allegedly deserved. Plus, even though she had only been here a few minutes, she was sure that anyone looking her way could see only offhanded joviality. By now, the lies had been repeated so often that Fleo found it easier to believe them than to remember the real problem. All this pointed to one thing: no betraying tone could have infiltrated her voice to give her away. Did this guy have some sort of magic that allowed him to read minds, or see the truth? No way, Fleo affirmed. Her expression shifted into one of indignant anger. “Clearly you've never seen the spell Searing...?”
She found herself speaking to Damian's back. Fleo blinked at it, wondering if the guy had purposefully said something to get her riled up, then turned around and ignored her to talk to two other people. Fleo's bright smile was gone, and the straight lines beneath her eyes gave her a somber air. “Some family,” she muttered, and pushed her hands into her pockets.
Fortunately, Fleo hadn't made it to the other side of the guild hall before her cynical mood left her. Surely there were many people in this guild not out to get her goat, and the guy had, at least, not tried to corner her into telling the truth. It was an unavoidable fact that every organization had its black sheep. In fact, she'd been part of a guild called Grausam Legion that had been more black sheep than not for some time, but that had been before the uprising. Fleo found herself standing before her original destination, the job request board. She brought her hands out of her pockets and crossed her arms, not entirely sure what to do. In her previous guild, there had been an official clerk always stationed by the job board, handling all sorts of paperwork. Now that she thought about it, her previous guild hadn't incorporated any 'family' doctrine. They'd been co-workers, regimented into able-bodied teams of three. Some called it strict, but Fleo had thought it organized and efficient. As long as it didn't stifle her ability to enjoy what life had to offer while she could, it was fine by her.
She narrowed her eyes at the “When the Cute Becomes Scary” mission. Random animals in a nearby forest, glowing eyes and unnatural organization? Fleo set to thinking. It could be any number of things from Take Over magic to Subordination. The most likely, however, was the 'Animal Possession' Seith magic. Back in Grausaum Legion, there had been an Animal Possession mage. Fleo had always wanted to get to know her better, but they had never been friends, particularly during the uprising, as they were on different sides. It had been Beck that had ended up fighting her, though, so Fleo had no experience against it, either. Still, the idea of scouring East Magnolia Forest and burying anything that opposed her seemed straightforward enough to be effective. Few animals, however monstrous, could fight with their lungs full of dust.
Fleo looked around to see if there was anyone to talk to about taking the job.
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