~Meeting the Man called Mura~

Well this was LOVELY. After a wonderfully long period of applying and finally getting INTO the Black Company, Red was now riding FIRST CLASS on a plane, to the Ebon Citadel. And he was having a GLORIOUS time, staring blankly out the window of the plane, wishing that he wasn't. STARING OUT PLANE WINDOWS GOT BORING. As did not slaughtering the masses. So he decided to talk to Crow. "So, sister, what should we do once we arrive at that guy's place?"
Crow thinks that Red should kill him. Kill everything. But not now...
So I shouldn't kill him now? Aww, how saddening... I really did want to shove Dr. Feeldead right down his throat~ Would have been fun, no?"
Hahaha, Crow likes when Red thinks like this! When the time comes, Crow will tell you. And when Crow tells you?"
Red grinned a wicked grin and made a motion of pushing something down, twisting as it went, and jerking it back out, as he chuckled, a terribly cruel laughter. Ah, but he was to play nice for now... How unbearably sadistic of the Black Company. Allowing him only to kill those they tell him to kill. Red listens to no man! Only mommy and Crow could influence his decisions!

So very, very soon, the flight attendant approached. Nearly all men would see that she was a rather beautiful girl, luscious blonde locks, bright blue eyes, and an attractive uniform over her perfectly curved figure. Red saw many more things than that; hair that would be lit aflame, flooding the room with a sickly sweet odor, bright blue eyes that just wanted to be gored out and boiled until they were nothing more, a white uniform that would look so much better when bloodstained and torn, coated in the very innards of this woman, and a body. A body with a heart under all that flesh that most men would appreciate much more than Red. A heart that he would love to see, to touch, to feel, to hold, to crush, to destroy, to kill. Lungs, made so exquisitely, just for him to place a blade into, to cut off that oxygen flow, once and for all. A stomach that cut be slit open to dump vile acid and blood on the floor, in an artistic splatter painting of death and misery. A brain, one he could picture even now. So wonderful, the brain; a chunk of meat that had the power to send and recieve electrical impulses in order to cause the body to make motions, to function, to live. And if he happened to slice open that skull, take out that brain, and crush it in his bare hands, relishing in the dripping grey and red? Life would be over for her, and she would think no more. Oh, he could picture it now; in an instant, hundreds of methods to end her pitiable existence flashed within his cold, calculating, yet LIVELY and EXCITED eyes! It was orgasmic, sheer adrenaline, and he loved it. Everytime he saw anyone, anything at all, his mind clouded with thoughts of their gorgeously crimson fluids trailing down their bodies, onto the floor, all over himself. Odyseuss said wine was the drink of the gods, but screw him, blood is tenfold more divine than some old grape juice! Blood, tears, sweat... He loved the smell of the three. Blood from the cuts he made, sweat from the panic and fear of what this little demonspawn would do to them, tears of terror, when he was mere millimeters from their throats, whispering sweet nothings into their ears!! One step, two step, into the abyss, three step, four step, your death is sweetest bliss!~

"Sir, we're about to land. Would you like anything?"
"What I want, I can only imagine having for the moment, lady. Once this meeting is done, and I get a mission, all of my fantasies today shall come to fruition, in the form of thrilling lust for the wrath of my handiwork. So in essence? Nah, I'm GREAT!"
Oh, the poor foolish woman, she just nodded and walked away, as Red felt a tinge of regret. That receding back would have been so gorgeous with a scalpel shoved into it...

Ah, no matter. The plane soon touched ground and Red stepped down the steps as a man retrieved his luggage. His glorious arsenal was all he owned, and all he brought. Dr. Feeldead, Mr. Murder, and Alice... The trio of pain, suffering, and the end of all things. As he carried them forward, he was escorted to the location of a Mr. Murazar Dauthi...

And so it begins.

Hilariously the plane was a cargo plane not a legitimate airliner. So the waitress was really a navigator who really wasn't a women it was a man and they plane didn't descend. It sort of swooped in out of no-where and landed in the underground cavern abruptly. Murazar was already there stationed with a small contingent of Redarms that were distinctive from the other troops by the red bandannas on their arms. Made sense right?

Murazar waited until the door open and a few people piled out to unload the cargo in the back with a forklift. Some project of Xan's or Spot's no doubt. He waited until Red exited the craft and made sure eye contact and the obvious nature of who he was would lead Red over here. Once that happened he would hold out his hand to shake and say, "Hello there Red. So how'd the process go? I'm Murazar by the way." He didn't even bother with his rank or title anymore. Seems to be a waste these days.

Hmm... WELL THIS WAS STRANGE. About a minute after landing, Red's mind felt all odd, and then the cargo plane appeared and the girl he'd wanted to slay earlier appeared to have more masculine features. Errrr, what had HE been inhaling? No matter, no matter... Red moved forward a bit, towards the man called Murazar. Extending his hand rather far up to shake Mura's, when offered, he gave that sadistically cheery grin of his, as flaming red eyes beamed up at Mura, never blinking. Not real. "The process was lovely good, if not a bit dull. Never was one for the business-y part of this work, you know. As for the actual nitty-gritty of the job, I can't wait." Flashing a little sawtooth grin, he meant every word of that last statement. The unkillable demon called Red was going to die of anticipation if he wasn't let loose to slaughter anyone sometime soon. The bloodlust, twas all-consuming, it was... Glancing at Murazar again, and then to the other Redarms, he noted their weird bandana dealies. Huh... Would HEEEEE have to wear one of those?

Murazar smiled in response, it was a deep and powerufl smile. One that bespoke the dangerous aura around him. His thoughts on a doll in charge of the Redarms was hilarious. It was like something out of a movie. Or anime? Heh, he could talk it over with Naka-chan later. He really wanted to know more about those mangas she drew up.

He replied to Red calm as can be as if a talking bloodthirsty doll was the least of his concerns. Of which it was. " Good, i'm sure you'll fit in here. Remember the few rules we do have and you'll kill plenty of our enemies. On another note..." He paused as if distracted as he looked towards his sword with a glare, gurthang was laughing incessently. Balance that with the screaming in his head and it sounded rather like chalk screeching on a chalk board.

He looked back to Red,"Anyway, lets set up your office and room and get you started on work. The action part of the job should happen quite frequently. Anything you wish to know before we begin?" Murazar kept his gentlemanly nature in symphony with his bloodthirsty and rather lethal aura. Red had a aura like a serial killer, you could feel it seeping out like sap out of a tree. Murazar's aura felt rather like icy darkness that threatened to take your life with the slightest misstep and seemed to hold power to cause worse than ultimate destruction.

...you'll kill plenty of our enemies.

That was about everything Red heard in the first sentences. He would kill plenty. That was a plus, he'd figured a mercenary operation like this one, filled with so many deadly killers, was being used as a front for Girl Scout Cookies and handknitted sweaters. In fact, it was SO MUCH of a surprise that as an assassin, he would get to assassinate people, that he made no effort to appear in the slightest bit surprised.

Oh, and then that there new boss of his was talking again? Man, what a ham. Red almost wished he could have Mura's name changed to something silly, like Jet Black, and force him to write stupid speeches, then shove him into some full platemail and make him SPEAK those speeches. Hehe. That'd be hammy, for sure. Oh, but alas, he should probably be paying attention to this man's words, in lieu of mocking his every flaw, which, like all humans, numbered in the trillions. Everyone had so many flaws... Except for Red. And Mommy and Crow. If Red actually did have one flaw, though, it would have to be that he was simply too perfect. Now isn't THAT a paradox?

"Questions and concerns, eh? Well, how does this company of the total-absorbitive coloration tolerate taking work home with the merc?" Ah yes, he was indeed asking if he could bring home corpses, possibly even set up a labratory in the Ebon Citadel where he could work with such things. If he couldn't, that'd be fine, he could make house calls, by which to mean, do all the work at the scene of the kill. Oh, and one more thing... "Oh yes, and while we're getting to know each other, I'm afraid I can't do anything for you if Creta is involved. You see, I'm a teensy bit banned from the nation, and as they've replaced the king since my incarceration there, I don't think he'd much like it if I went there, eh? Especially to kill people, much as I'd love to kill everyone in Creta. Hehehe..." WELL PLAYED, RED, WELL PLAYED. You definitely aren't a psycho from a 1960s thriller, no siree.

Murazar rose an eyebrow and motioned for the redarms to leave and Red to follow him. He answered calm as ever," That sort of cadavery isnt normally allowed, but for you i'll make a bare exception. Only out there, not here and no sign its from the black company. I dont care if you blame someone else, just let me know when, where and who."

He didn't even pause and kept his casual conversational tone as they walked to an elevator. " Dont worry, Dietrich himself blacklisted me because of my abilities as an alchemist. I'm to be constantly watched by them and to be arrested on sight if I touch Creta's soil or waters. So we as the Black Company completely avoid Creta. I have other ways to know whats happening in that country."

He motioned for Red to follow him into the elevator as he stepped in with Red most likely he hit for the fortieth floor as it would lead to Reds office/suite.

Aww man, he wasn't going to al- Oh what was this? ot normally allowed, but he'd make an exception!? Screw all those thoughts about maiming, slaughtering, and mutilating Mura, because he was now among that elite group of people Red called the "Last Humans." Which is to say, once everyone else was dead, Murazar and Napolean XIV would come immediately before himself. Michael Jackson was in that list too, of course, but eehhh... Yeah. Ah well, those are plans for later, and now is inequal to later, for the moment. When now IS later, then those thoughts will matter. "Splendid. You're a good man, Murazar." Indeed he was... Red was GUARNTEED to enjoy his stay here, now...

And what was this? Mura was ALSO blacklisted? Red couldn't help but give that eerie chuckle he gave so well, it was just too funny. The perfect organization for Red! "Well, well, well, aren't we just two peas from the pod..." Stepping through the doorway, Red had quite expected this to be a room, but to his surprise, the room was bare and small. With the press of a button, however, the room began moving up. Oh... It was like stairs, but for the lazy people! "Hmm... The world has changed since I last set these devilish orbs upon it. I remember back when you actually had to CLIMB a staircase to get to the top... Maybe I'm just old fashioned, hehe..."

Murazar chuckled lightly as the rose up, within seconds they were looking out of a tube of glass that gave a very nice view of the mountains in the distance. Murazar implimented a double design. The outer elevators were in peacetime just for appearances and showing off. There were inner ones that everyone usually used, the outer ones during wartime were booby trapped to minimize enemy inflow into the ebon citadel and cause maximum casualties and miscalculations.

Murazar replied to Red casually," How many years did you say you were stuck in that house watching time pass by? I might have to get you up to speed on all of our advanced technology. You'll probably enjoy their creative uses and such. Also lets get you to your office that doubles as your room for personal use."

Murazar stared out the window, it sounded soothing for once. All those souls screaming in his head.

Red watched with mild interest as the elevator rose, soaring to heights he didn't really even think was possible... As he watched the surroundings, his new boss spoke. "Thirty-five years in the house, thirty years in the Big House. Imagine my surprise when I went to jail in '76, and walked a free man in 2006!" Giving a laugh, hollow and demonic as ever, he carried on speaking, after Muras finished. "Yeah, I may need a few tips on today's crap. Hehe, back in my day, we didn't have all these weird things, just a bunch of crap and whatnot." As to those creative uses, he'd love experimenting with those. The more ways a man could die, the better Red enjoyed causing him to do so. To Red, the various ways to torture and murder were like varieties of food. Like people have Xingese one night, and Esparia the next, Red loved adding some spice to his slaughter. And what a better way be there, than to have all of the world's best methods of self-destruction at his disposal. "And the world sure does love to destroy itself, eh, Crow? Ahaha..." More to himself, or rather Crow, than Mura, he muttered the phrase in Creta, grinning. "And I do love to help the world..."

Murazar rose an eyebrow as they stopped off at one floor and walked inside as mura led them towards reds suite/office through an insane maze with fiberoptic cameras, a checkpoint or two with armed guards, Redarms obviously and automated turrets. It was a war zone in the making.On top of it all the checkpoints and turrets were seemingly placed in strategic locations.

He spoke again as they neared the office. " Who is crow by the way? Also if you can. Tell me what of technology you do know so I know what to cover and what not to cover and what to get someone else to cover." He threw the card out that he was fluent in Cretan. It was something that he might as well pop out there so Red here wouldn't think he was the only one who knew Cretan.

Murazar stopped at his door before motioning for Red to open it. When red opened it would reveal a rather super professional office with a mini-bar and gruesome deaths that were photographed throughout time. Some of them from Ayden, Xan, Mura and many other members of the Black Company. As a welcome to the Black Company gif. None of them were given any indication of who killed the person in the picture however.

Red gave a lovely chuckle. Or perhaps lovely was not even applicable to the noise emitted from his mouth. It was rather sinister, as was every noise that came from the mouth of this undying personification of the sadist's mentality. "Crow? She's my sister." And Red had started to tell him to greet Crow, who may or may not exist but in the mind of the mechanical monstrosity called Red. But before he could say what he wanted to say, his new employer spoke once more, piquing his interest a tad. Ah, what DID he know of? "Well, up to the year 1905, I knew most of the stuff then, but after that, my knowledge was a tad restricted. I did manage to see some stuff between my leave from that accursed mob and the incarceration. I know about cars, guns, all that rubbish that got improved over the years. And I know music changed a great deal. Personally, I don't get these CD players these days; what was wrong with the record player?" As the elevatordoor opened, Red was greeted with a splendorous sight. Taking a minute to give each gory image a look or two, Red turned back to Murazar, bloodlust clearly visible in those scarlet eyes of his, dead eyes alive. "Aww, how gruesomely wonderful. You really shouldn't have. Y'know, I think I'm going to enjoy my stay here, Murazar."

Murazar chuckled lightly and motioned for Red to go on inside, he spoke once more before in cretan." Well you'll find a phone of which has the directories inside it on a screen with buttons. Next to a computer that is already set up for what little work you will be doing on it. My suggestion is to call supply and tell them to bring up whatever decor and furniture you need. Anything else as well as normal supplies. No corpses or the like though."

He walked in a pointed at a map next to the door on the inside. It was one of those fancy holographic ones that required a fingerprint idea or in reds case a voice recognition system. Murazar put his hand on the screen to unlock the programming and murazar pointed at for red." Use this map to find whatever you desire in the Ebon Citadel, it should recognize your voice and guide through it with its voice while showing you on a three dimensional map how to get there. Just dont forget to unlock it by saying, 'map unlock'. It will lock itself when you leave the room or stop using it for ten seconds."

Everything was as secure as possible whilst combining leisure. After all it wouldn't due for someone to use the map to help enemy troops inside would it? He motioned he would be leaving and before he left he smiled to red and simply said," I do believe you will enjoy it here. Once your used to the system feel free to start your missions and such. They should be on your computer once you figure out how to use it." Afterwards he simply left.