[ It's not the first time today that Cor is wondering just what he's managed to get himself into, or how he even managed it to begin with. In fact, reading the Task Board the marshal is having an absolute voyage of emotions, though mostly it's exasperation and amazement that the island hasn't managed to blow itself up yet. Cor doesn't consider himself to be an employment snob. Even back in Eos he'd taken on hunts that were required, it didn't matter that he had been Crownsguard for the King, work that benefited the world and the people within it would always be considered helpful. But then Cor never really expected to be reading such requests as carpentry project, spider collecting and the ever elusive panty thief.]

Maybe I'm misunderstanding this. [ Cor speaks to himself, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear as he folds his arms and frowns slightly. Maybe there's a trick he's missing, or perhaps it simply is just what it says on the tin.] Pineapple gel may just be pushing it....

You're going to love this!

[ Before Cor can even move or retaliate at the sudden sound of sales in his ear, he finds himself completely at the mercy of one very enthusiastic staff member. What had seemed to be a polite enough store assistant had suddenly turned into whirlwind of excitement, obviously taking Cor's quiet, stoic nature as someone who needed this ring immediately. Obviously Cor would change his mind once the ring was on his finger, right?? Either way before the ex-Crownsguard member can even say Regalia the offending piece of jewelry has been shoved onto the middle finger of his left hand and Cor just stares at the assistant with an almost baleful blue gaze. Really? Was this really happening? All the events in his life shaping who he is just to be berated into a sale by some random shop assistant?

It doesn't really explain why Cor finds himself headed out the shop door, feet on a mission to find something or someone. It's hard to decipher when his body doesn't seem to want to communicate with his brain all too much right now and it's only when he literally bumps into someone that Cor manages to gain some kind of control again and he puts his hands up apologetically.] My apologies, I wasn't watching where I was going.

[ Cor Leonis, known to some as "the Immortal" due to the amount of suicide missions he went on and came back from, the one who curbstomped his enemies through being one of the best fighters in Eos, skilled with his blade kotetsu, has officially had it up to his neck with sewers. One time he'd gone through Crestholm Channels for a challenge at the age of eighteen and that had been more than enough sewers for one lifetime. Apparently fate had decided otherwise in this new world, opting to put him in sewers once again for no reason other than because.

By the time the marshal and company had even found the exit through the Lake Niras outflow, Cor knows they must look a sight, himself most of all. Just about every inch of his black uniform is covered in dirt, muck and other assorted maladies that Cor simply doesn't want to identify. There's even smears of dirt down one side of his face and his lips thin as he resists the urge to completely lose his temper. He has no issue with adventures or fighting the good fight. But when it's pointless with no rhyme or reason it's enough irk him some, rattling the normally cool composure he carries.

Cor takes a deep breath, instantly regretting it as the smells assault his senses enough to knock his bad mood out and away. He's seen people chewed up and spat out by marlboros and they smelled nicer than this!]

I think it's wise we just don't talk about this.