The Clan of Swords Guild

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"Oh, Blazrin. I was just about to call you." Mecha noticed the girl he was carrying. "New member? Why are you holding her like that? We definitely do not people to demonize our guild with such deplorable behavior."
 
"Well, the police came in and handed her over." Blazrin nodded to Mecha. "They said this lil' rascal is bad news. They had t' take her belongin's away. They said she's nothin' but trouble. They said we gotta take her in 'cause they don't have any room left in the jail."

Blazrin looked at the girl and stuck his tongue out.

"I hold her like this 'cause she's a feisty one! Even with those cuffs on she's still fightin'!"
 
"Are you gonna keep talking or can I be put down now?" The young woman says with a scowl and furrowed brows. "These cuffs aren't gonna take themselves off."

"Course they have to pick some group I dunno anything about." she muttered. "Didn't even use the old metal cuffs, just a damn plank of wood!" In an attempt to try and split it herself she lifted up a knee to try and bend the old wood and split it, but it only splintered further. 

"Bah... Yeah, guess I am new. You the leader of this.... thing, Pops?" She asked after giving up the effort. "They didn't tell me shit before dragging me out here."
 
“So a criminal? I guess we’ve sunken to levels to get the scraps nowadays, huh?” Mecha turned to the girl trying to break the handcuffs. 

“I’m call Mecha Samurai. An android program to serve and protect the public from villains. I am not the one you referred as “boss”. That title goes to the leader of the Clan, Silence, The Silent Swordsman. I’m simply acting as an assistant whenever he is unavailable.” Mecha explained.

He grabbed some paperwork from under the desk and pulls it out. “Take off the handcuffs to prevent further harm, Blazrin. Once you filled out these paperwork, you will be officially be part of the clan with. I will let you on the details of what we do here once you are done."
 
Blazrin placed the girl on the floor and effortlessly broke the wooden cuffs using only his hands. He stared at the girl with a high brow and wondered what she was truly in for. His eyes gazed at the papers and he chuckled, remembering the time he had to sign in.

"Don't be thinkin' you'll be gettin' away with your crimes in here, girlie."
 
"Yeah yeah, I heard it the first..." She paused to count the numbers on her fingers. "Four times? Jailers run out of things to say once you tune them out anyway. Besides, you're stuck with me, and I'm stuck with you." She raised a brow in a matter-of-fact demeanor before turning towards the desk to fill out the papers. "I'd say that's a lose-lose situation," She remarks while rubbing her wrists and flicking off the splinters.
 
"And.. just sign right here and you're officially part of our clan." Mecha Samurai said.
 
"Right... E...lea...nor." Eleanor made some ridiculous looking signature but she just seemed to like moving her pen in circles. "Aaaand, signed." She looked at Mecha Samurai expectantly, but her glance would shift to the bag every so often.
 
Mecha Samurai took the paper and reviewed it. "Alright, with this, you are now officially part of the clan."

Mecha Samurai opened the drawer, pulling out an device to placed a stamp on it. This is considered a seal of official for members to be recognized as part of the clan.

"Well. Let's get right into it. We are the Clan of Swords. We tackle missions in our usually in our area. Though, ever since the newest guilds being build here, we have been losing steam. So we take on missions outside our usual area to generate some funds. We take pride of our sword, so we refused to have our honor fall over competitive scenes." Mecha Samurai looked over to Blazrin. "Can you bring the young lady's bag? It peaks my interests..."
 
Blazrin held the bag away from him since he assumed it was full of weird stuff that he wouldn't understand. He did this on purpose to try and annoy the girl.

"Be care tho'. It might have some sort of cooties or something." Blazrin placed the bag on Mecha's desk. "The guards never said she was clean, I could smell her even with the doors closed."
 
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