Shop Lifting (Mission) {Deion-Solo} [Finished]

Deion stepped into Clover. He looked around at the somewhat bustling streets and began to walk. He brushed past people carelessly, causing them to turn and look at him. He dare not look back. He wasn't here to deal with them. No, he had an ulterior motive of ending... shop lifting? He never bothered to read the poster until now and didn't care enough to sigh. An easy mission, he thought, walking towards his intended client.

Deion stepped up behind the man and placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump as Deion spoke. "Fairy Tail. Here to help.", he spoke quietly as the man turned around and Deion's hand fell to his side. The man wasn't too old, he had his hair, still a youthful glow. He spoke as his razor-sharp, icy cold eyes tried to figure out Deion, who refused to budge.

"Eh, oh right." His voice was gruff and somewhat annoyed, perhaps troubled due to his unfavourable predicament. Deion couldn't help but not start sleeping at this very moment as the man carried on. "Anyway, the rates of crime have increased significantly. We've tried to get them out ourselves but we couldn't.", he stated, as Deion appeared to nod his head while breathing, unaware that he was having a conversation.

"Anyway, if you could simply provide us with extra protection, that would be acceptable.". The man looked at Deion and questioned why he had stopped replying altogether now. Wanting a closer inspection on the mage's state, he poked and prodded the wizard, who didn't budge.

Deion could see the man. Held back his yawn and blinked. The man's hand was on his mask. He swatted the forein hand away and spoke. "I will handle it. After all, I represent Fairy Tail.", he said with some pride and dignity. Although it didn't seem obvious after he walked away from the client and vanished. In reality, he jumped onto a building and slept.