Fairy Tail RP

"Well I can't wait to try it." Blaire smiles.//"wrong on What?" Brent growled.

“I think I’m going to head over to the guild after this.” He tells her as he scoops it into two bowls, then sets hers on the table.

"Thank you!" Blaire says. "Want me to go with You?"

“I’d love to have you along.” Alice sits and eats, barely taking the time to chew.

Blaire finishes up her food and heads over to the sink. "Good. I was going to go with you anyway." She teased.

“Oh, so I never had a say in the matter?” He follows her to the sink, placing his bowl in. “We’ll do dishes later.”

"I was testing your reflexes. Seems a little slow." *Everett says.*

"Take me to this food!"

Brent muttered some words under his breath. "If that's what you think I'll be ready for the next attack you plan on."//"Nope you didn't." Blaire smirked. "thank you for the salad it was really good!." She heads over to the entrance swinging her bag onto her shoulder.//Brooke leads the way to the guild. "I'm Brooke."

"Not exactly an attack, just a test." *Everett grins.*

Brent raises an eyebrow. "Whatever you want to call it, I'll be ready."

"Now that you're ready, it's a little different. You'll be on edge whenever I'm around." *Everett says.*

Brent grins. "I'm used to it."

*Everett scratches the back of his head.* "Hm." *Everett takes a moment to inspect Brent's arms, then the rest of him, deducing he's quite the muscular fellow, at least compared to Everett himself, who while lean and athletic, is not particularly built.* "You have to be swift and discreet, but not invisible. Your strength must take a front seat sometimes."

Alice flips his hood up and steps outside. “How long have you been gone?” He furrows his brow as he tries to think.

Brent looks unimpressed. "You are really telling me that? I know that strength isn't everything. Nor is magical abilities."//"A week." Blaire follows after him.

"You're an assassin." *Everett leans back in his chair, satisfied with his deduction.*

Brent bites his lip. "Don't need to say it so loudly." he mumbled.

*Everett chuckles.* "Don't worry, I don't have bad intentions."

"Why exactly are you trying to figure me out then?" Brent asked.

"I figured we may have a few things in common. I also just wanted to test myself." *Everett's plain eyes seem to have a sort of intensity to them the longer you look at them.*

"You won't figure me out." Brent puts his hands in his pocket.

“Hello Brooke.” *He sighs.* “Have you... by any chance... any idea how you purchase goods?”

"How to purchase goods?" Brooke turns around with a puzzled look. "Have you even lived on your own before?"

"Have something to hide?" *Everett tilts his head.*