The shrill voice of Lamia Scale's guild master, Ooba Babasaama reverberated throughout the stone walls of the buzzing guild (she was loud enough to go through the stone).
Said mage lifted his head from the conversation he was currently invested in with his comrades, Yukka and Tobi. Turning his body, he faced the guild master, head craning as she was atop the railing of the third floor--where her office was. A simple nod of understanding from Lyon and he bid his friends farewell for the moment;
she needed him in her office.
Once in the office, dark hues scrutinized the situation before him, Jura--leaning against the wall to the left of Ooba's desk, arms crossed, eyes closed and an almost annoyed expression on his face--Ooba, sitting on her (rather high) seat at her desk hands folded together and a frown etched upon her face.
"You called?" the door closed before the ice mage and he swaggered over to the blue armchair that rested across from the elder mage's desk. (The tension in the air was not about to ruin his mood)
"This is serious, Lyon," Chastised Master Ooba as her eyes become clearer, her gaze piercing the ice mage, "An order came from the Magic Council. A similar one has been sent to Fairy Tail, however, Gray Fullbuster is off on a request and therefore it befalls on just you."
"Lucky me."
"Lyon-san," Jura spoke, now his eyes were opened and giving the ice mage an almost parenting stare, "It will be in your best interests to realize the seriousness of this mission."
"He's right," Ooba spoke once more, and the attention of the other mages in the room returned to their master, who's aura commanded not only respect, but for them to listen.
Which Jura did--however, Lyon once more spoke in an almost bored tone.
"Well, I don't even know what it is. Hard to take it seriously."
"Listen up them, brat!" Annoyed now, the old woman let out a deep breath before her composition become once more calm and solemn. "Out in the foreign countries, there is a massive, clandestine and dangerous Slave Trade going about. Especially in the warring countries like Bellum and Desierto. Six years ago the Council found out about it after two dozen slaves ran away--and now, for the past five they have been sending agents to get more information so they can put an end to it.
In Joya, there is rumors of them looking for a Ice mage--specifically Ice make to help them with their tasks. The leader is known as a skilled water mage, Nori, and a Hessian under the big boss--known only as Master.
Your job is to insinuate their ranks and destroy it from within--killing Nori and getting all the information you can as a step to end this madness."
It was silent after, and the ice mage in question stood up, turning so his back faced the two mages he looked up to.
(Could he do it?)
"Lyon-san," Once more, Jura's voice broke the silence, and loud footsteps told Lyon that the man stepped forward, no longer leaning on the wall, "People have died doing this. If you wish not to go, then Master Ooba and I will fight for you not too. I'm sure Makarov-san will as well. This is more of a mission for someone like Laxus or I---but the organization behind this does not wish for an Earth mage or a Lightning mage, but an Ice make mage."
The words, probably said for benevolence and comfort felt more like jabs at his own power. With a quiet scoff, the silver haired man turned on his heel and faced his master.
"He's right, Lyon. You can either die, and be found, or be tortured, perhaps made a slave and die where no one can find you." Ooba's words only made the Ice mage nod.
"Or, I can be the first to actually get the job done. Which I do plan to do."
"--You'll do it?"
Stunned, Ooba merely looked at the man she has seen change so much in the eight years he's been in her guild.
(She didn't know whether to be angry or happy at his agreeing to go.)
"I shall infiltrate their ranks and do what needs to be done. These people and their lives sicken me."
Standing o her desk now, Ooba gave a hardened look toward the young man standing before her (his resolve was strong, too. that was good.) "The orders say you must kill Nori. However, taking life is not an easy task to fulfill---especially for a man so full of nobility and valor such as yourself, Lyon. I implore you not to succumb to that darkness and to bring Nori in alive...I'm sure the council can find more progress with him alive rather than dead."
A nod of promise was given to his guild master, and Lyon Vastia stepped forward, right hand outstretched before him, his eyes not on Ooba, but the manila folder labeled:
ＯＰＥＲＡＴＩＯＮ : ＩＮＳＩＮＵＡＴＩＯＮ
"May I read the full details?"
Once the folder was passed to him by Ooba, he tucked it in his arms and nodded at the elder woman, and once more she spoke.
"In there is also your alias, your personal history and your fill mission detail. The Council says you must leave by the end of the week."
"Thank you, Master Ooba," with a turn of the head, dark oculars landed on the well respected (and at the moment, stunned---but perhaps integrally proud) earth mage. "Jura."
With another turn of his heel, the ice mage made his way to the exit of the confined office in Lamia Scale. Once at the door, he stalled in his walking, his left hand on the cool of the doorknob.
"--I'll make you both proud." murmured words barley reached the ears of the intended, and with a gentle shut---he was gone from their eyes.
(He was going to go back to his apartment and read his mission.)
(In addition, he had to settle some personal affairs.)
"I'm so sorry that I wasted your time because you really do mean a lot to me and I hope you have a very nice life because I really think you deserve it. I really do."
