After taking in the scenery, enjoying the ride, and finishing the last of a sandwich he bought from a store at the nearby city, Alter was in front of a desolated ghost city with a small cat-shaped building. Said place was the guild's headquarters, and as he enjoyed the last of his meal there was no doubt he was standing out. Like a sore thumb, he was easily recognized amidst the people in odd tribal clothing. Their stares were all over him as if trying to determine whether he was real or not.
So, with his most charming smile and closed eyes that gave him a foxy appearance, he took off his hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed deeply, "Good day to all. My name's Haru Alter. I'm an inspector that works for the council and news about this guild and a member caught my interest. I hope I'm not being rude asking to see one…" he pulled a paper from his coat and studied the name and picture, "Wendy Marvell."
"That's… me." a small girl with blue hair done in long pigtails, adorable ribbons that gave her a rabbit-like appearance, and a white dress approached him shyly.
He smiled and kneeled before her, hat still on his chest and his eyes remained closed, "What a pretty thing you are." He playfully opened an eye and grinned warmly, "Don't worry, dearie, I'm not going to hurt you. Even if you're adorable enough to eat, I promise this will only be a series of easy questions and nothing to sweat about."
"Wait there." A female voice said strongly, and Alter stared at a tiny white cat that stood on two legs with a frown on a face that only heard of smiles on books, "How do we know you're not a phony?"
Chuckling and playfully wincing in mock-hurt, Alter answered her warmly, "Ah, the little lady makes a fine point. Sorry, it seems that some days I forget my manners. Please don't mind, and here." He handed them a small business card with a red spiral on it and his name written, "My business card. Take it, I have a handful of those for any occasion."
Wendy accepted it and felt herself blush as she stared at the handsome man's warm smile, "Thanks, so… uh… Mr. Alter, what questions do you want to ask me about?"
"Normal stuff." He said and pulled out a notepad and pen, "Your time in this guild, powers, and personal info. You're free to keep quiet about it, and I won't mind since some mages are entitled to keep their abilities secret if it can harm their performance."
"Hold it there, buster!" the small female cat walked to him, not even reaching his knee, "Just handing us a card isn't proof that you work for the council!"
Alter closed both eyes, sighing, "I guess this is my luck with smart ladies, it seems. Too bad, because I like girls with smarts." He opened his eyes with a soft expression on his face, "I can see you at my office if you want proof of who I work for. Just handing the guys at the entrance my card works to get to see me."
"Wait, you don't have to go!" Wendy said, mortified, before turning to her feline partner, "Charla, you didn't have to be so rude!" she still looked worried, not angry.
The cat turned her nose, "Sorry, but it's just that you can't trust a guy that smiles that much! He didn't even get flustered or change expressions when I suspected him! Who does that?!"
Alter chuckled and patted the cat's head gently, "My, you're a sharp one! If you were human and around my age, I'd be delighted to get to know—" he stopped petting her when seeing her claws out, "Well then, I guess I should know when I'm crossing a line. Sorry again."
"I'm not trusting Wendy around someone whose smile feels so fake…" Charla warned him.
Alter decided to stop playing around, and opened his eyes ever so slightly while smirking, giving himself a look fitting a malicious fox or a cunning snake, "You don't get to where I am by being idle, little lady. I may not look like it, but I'm a guy who dislikes finding bothersome things in life." He stood up and his smile returned to his warm one with his eyes fully opened, "I just don't have much to worry about, yet."
Charla felt goosebumps shake her spine up and down at what felt like a threat but also a declaration of the man's confidence in his strength, all while giving away his power. Just that one sinisterly foxy look on his face said a lot, yet it felt like he was just amused. Like seeing her try to be a thorn on his side was getting him to chuckle like some good joke. Despite how odd he acted, she didn't know if she could call him evil.
"Yet?" Wendy asked, breaking Charla out of her trance.
He chuckled and waved a hand dismissively, "Sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like you'll be trouble, I'm talking of a guild that is a pain on my neck…" he sighed and rubbed the back of his head through his hat, "I shouldn't be complaining, but I can't help but vent a bit when I get the chance. Uh, sorry, we are supposed to talk about you."
Blushing and smiling at his friendly attitude, Wendy had him follow her to an empty seat, "Well, I don't know if you've heard, but I am mostly a support. My abilities are meant to heal others… I don't like fighting to be honest, but I can hold my own with wind magic since I am a… a Dragon Slayer."
Alter started to write it down and arched a brow, "A Dragon Slayer? Huh, you know, you're supposed to be rare, but I seem to find many of you all around. Phantom Lord, Fairy Tail, and now this place. And that's not even starting on the ones that are half-baked…" he mumbled but then slapped his forehead, "Oh right, sorry, our interview. Again, sorry, I can't get my mind on you even if I want to with how cute you are."
Wendy blushed and looked away, "It… It's all right, mister. I, uh, don't know what else to say."
He put down his notepad with a smile, "Then let me say I wish more Dragon Slayers were like you. Polite, gentle, and adorable." He petted her head, and in turn her face grew hotter while her heart skipped a beat, "You needn't worry about fighting or the likes, I can see to it that you get clients that could use your abilities better after I hand my report. Though that part of being a support intrigues me."
Looking down at her feet while her thumbs were too busy rolling around each other as she twiddled them, Wendy tried her best to answer, "I… I don't like to, but I can fight. My wind magic can do some damage if I use it right, and I can be of use against others that use wind."
He chortled, "Now that's a fun ability given what I can do!" he kept open a single eye and smiled warmly, "I wish I could test that out, but I don't know how you could handle me, and I wouldn't want to hurt a little lady. For now, I think I'll handle my report. Talking to you really helped me see what kind of girl you are, Wendy. You really are a treat."
As he stood up and walked to the exit with a friendly wave, Wendy spoke, "Uh… um… will you come back?"
He smiled back, "Sure, if you want me to. Take care. You too, little cat lady." He took off his hat and, with his eyes closed, put it on his chest and bowed deeply before leaving. Once near his moped, his smile turned into an amused dark smirk, "A Dragon Slayer who is a cutie pie of a wind user, huh? It seems I should visit more often; she is quite naïve… wouldn't want her to end up around guys worse than I."