[center][h3][color=C2B280]Fleo Plector – Magnolia[/color][/h3]
[@t2wave][@CirusArvennicus][/center]

Though Ariel's change of heart and accompanying ghostly magic drew from Fleo a raised eyebrow, she was relieved that the girl would be able to make the admittedly strict deadline.  She watched as Ariel was literally spirited away by Annalise's backdraft.  That problem solved, and knowing that Trinity could travel herself, Fleo activated her own sirocco and sped toward the train station, throwing up a distinctive stream of dust behind her as she raced by stores, houses, and commons.

She arrived at the train station in what felt like no time, her hair whipping around despite the cap's best efforts to keep it contained.  In actuality, the trip took her six and a half minutes.  It hadn't been uneventful: several times she'd been privy to the sight of Trinity being dragged along by a tornado-fueled parachute.  Now, watching the minstrel climbing off the ticket booth's roof and seeing Ariel and Annalise nearby, she knew everyone had managed to make it on time.  [color=C2B280]“Yeah, we're all here.  Awesome!  Our first obstacle has been overcome, and we're on our way to adventure.  This is a sure omen of victory!”[/color]  After purchasing tickets from a not-as-impressed vendor and rushing to the platform, the four-female team dodged inside the closing train doors and managed to find an unoccupied cabin after only fifteen minutes of wandering, during which Annalise managed to remain in a rather dopey personality.  

This didn't change as the train departed, and the dye-haired foreigner simply stared out the window, watching everything with wide eyes, as if it was the first time she'd seen it.  When the train crossed a bridge over a running, sparkling river fringed with verdant trees, Annalise sighed, and spoke in that clipped accent for the first time in a while.  [color=black][b]”It's all so fantastic.  It's like I'm in a dream.”[/b][/color]  Fleo looked over at her and sighed, not sure what to make of her.

[center][color=5D8AA8][h3]Eliza – the Frenzy Fort[/h3][/color]
[@liferusher][@Caits][/center]

Eliza shrugged nonchalantly.  [color=5D8AA8]“Vell...it is not unreasonable to think that even von such as I might haff trouble doing this job alone,”[/color] she said, pronouncing her 'i's as 'ee's and glancing at the newcomers without much enthusiasm.  [color=5D8AA8]“I suppose I can let you two join with me.  Really if thing is a spirit.”[/color]  She pointed out the supply room, down the hall.  [color=5D8AA8]“Get from the storage some stuff, and ve vill go in several minutes.”[/color]

[center][color=d8BFd8][h3]Nero – Dragon Fang Hall[/h3][/color]
[@Invisible Man][/center]

The sight of Prince, especially having already attached himself to an otherwise venerable guild master, elicited an irate smirk from Nero.  It seemed that he wouldn't be able to forgo the pleasure of the catman's presence, though an encounter with him, whether physical or verbal, could still be avoided.  Eager to not become a target, he looked back again at the strange newcomer, and judging by her sudden lack of shackles, Nero guessed that she wouldn't be carted off to a sanitarium just yet after all.  It took a substantial amount of effort to not burst out laughing when poor Ayame, who he'd left in the room a few minutes ago, smacked right into her.  Ignoring the so-called Time Lord walking off toward some kind of room with Jack Goran for now, Nero pushed himself off his resting place and made his way toward his companion and the young woman she'd just collided with.

Drawing closer now to Eve, Nero noticed that face-to-face she looked even more exhausted than she had at a distance.  If not for her happy outlook, she would have appeared downright morose.  As best the genie could place it, Eve hosted the 'zombie look'--a living death that arose from too much coffee and too little sleep, though given her evident status as a necromancer, he wryly supposed that the term fitted her somewhat more thoroughly.  As he opened his mouth to greet her, something clicked within his brain.  [i]Weird looks, dark powers, but always smiling.  Where have I seen this before?[/i]  With that in mind, Nero banished his the cutting comment he'd planned and decided to go with something a little more mundane.  Snarking could come later.  [color=d8bfd8]”Hey there, Aya!”[/color] he announced in a singsong fashion.  [color=d8bfd8]“Gone and klutzed your way into someone already, have you?  Don't worry, I don't blame ya.  As I can attest, dark magic has a certain allure.  So,” he turned now to Eve, “What the hex your story?  Takes a lot to get outta the mitts of the Rune Goons...not that I'd know.  Was that the Dragon Fang mark they branded you with?  Ooh, that's gonna hurt in the long run.  If I had to stay in a wizard guild, I'd just die, if the pitchforks didn't get me first.  And you did this voluntarily?  Eck.”[/color]   The genie made a disgusted face, but then shrugged, adjusting his glasses.  [color=d8bfd8]“But maybe you're into that.  Lemme tell you though, nothing takes the joy out of masochism like a slow roast.  Better to do it quick.”[/color]  He grinned, hoping that Ayame didn't know what 'masochism' meant but not particularly caring if she did.