Fleo Plector – Magnolia Street
”Yeah, that'll be great!” Fleo bubbled, clapping a hand around Annalise's should, whose owner visibly flinched. Reluctantly, still sustaining her staring contest with the ground, the stranger trudged along with the group, lagging behind. Having apparently noticed for the first time the rather showy top she was wearing, Annalise had shaken her cloak until it fell all around her, making her look somewhat like a nun—if nuns dyed their hair hypnotic shades of blue and violet. Barely speaking above a whisper, she fumbled through a response to Ariel's aggressive questioning.
“N-no, no problem, p-please, just, it's all fine, I'm sorry...”It took a couple of minutes to get back to the guild hall on foot. Though still somewhat soggy, Fleo didn't appear much worse for wear, but Annalise. In the course of the short journey back, the strangely-accented swordswoman changed moods a whopping five times, first to creepy, then to sarcastic, then to flirty with Angelo before quickly turning shy again, and finally becoming loud and excitable when the guild came into sight.
”Oh, wow! The amazing Phoenix Wing Guild Hall, at last! I have traveled much far to see it. Now I know for sure I can find wizard who can help with my job!”Laughing but quickly tiring of Annalise's shiftiness, Fleo led the way inside. As they passed a generic guild member, the motion kicked up a slight wind that knocked Annalise's hood off. Though very difficult to see in this light, there nestled a glinting, greenish, polygonal shape in the lower left side of the back of her head, one that didn't resemble any sort of conventional jewelry. Taking no notice, Annalise pulled a roll of paper from a pocket and opened her mouth to say something. In that instant, her demeanor changed from one of cheerfulness to one of surliness.
“...I will return in a minute,” she said in a slightly deeper voice, though still in that same clipped accent.
“Grab me some lemonade or somethin', will ya?”With that, she headed to the job board, unrolled her slip, and began tacking it on, ignorant of any proper custom. Fleo watched her for a moment before her gaze shifted to Sin and Virtue, whose current situation caught her interest intensely. What exactly had been going on in her absence?”
Nero – Dragon Fang Guild Hall
Nero chuckled and waved his hand at Ayame, giving her the signal that the coast was clear and she could come in. With his back to her, he wasn't too sure that she could see him, but for the moment his thoughts were elsewhere.
“Nooooooo problem, sir,” he assured Master Goran.
“All I'll give is money, and all I'll take is hospitality. In the metaphorical sense, of course. Scout's honor.”Upon entering, he found the Dragon Fang hall to be of grand design. Like Shirotsume proper it boasted a certain rugged, quaint quality indigenous to mountain towns, but this particular edifice bore a flavor all its own. A look around at dents, burns, cuts, and other markings all over the place gave the impression that the members physically contended with one another on a daily, if not hourly basis.
“Neat!” He remarked, and mimed taking a snapshot with a photo-lacrima. Not far away from him, Jackie spun Shujin around, fixing for a brawl.
“Ooh, looks like we've got a quarrel fixing to begin. And Shoe Chin, to boot! I'd go and say hi to my old buddy if I didn't hate his guts so much. Ah hah, just kidding.” He raised an eyebrow at the guild master as he held the door open for Ayame.
“D'you wanna take a sec to stop the fisticuffs, or could ya maybe show us to a room?”