Making One Cultured

The woman rolled out of bed. Her grin was infectious as she prepared for the day's affairs. Eating a sizable breakfast, the woman began dressing in her battle uniform, composed of a simple of midnight black robe and leggings. Grabbing her pitch black scythe (a gift from her father), Aojiro gave it an experimental twirl, delighting in the sharpness of the blade and the crispness of the spin. The woman's euphoria only as she remembered what day it was. The time had come to go raiding. Granted, a good portion of her guilds members were out conducting their own affairs, but Aojiro decided a small group would be sufficient for crushing this guild. Known as Cross Bones, they had caught her attention for being arrogant and condescending. They also possessed one or two mages that captured her interest. It could very well prove an opportunity to further consolidate her Succubus's power. Malicious intentions sprang in her mind while she remembered the guild's most recent addition. Perhaps it was time to introduce him the culture of Succubus Eye. Strapping her weapon to her back, Aojiro went to rouse Xero from his slumber. Finding his room, she knocked on his door. "Xero, wake up. It's time to go hunting." Aojiro stated simply, malevolent glee stirring in her voice.