@Joshua Tamashii@floodtalon@Caits

Zephyr Hardt

Zephyr just laughed at both Mikey and Ryan's reactions. Mikey was worried about Ryan's gambling and Ryan despite being lectured was still thinking about gambling, if anything you could see just how big this gambling dream was. "Thats the literal term of Gambling Mikey, its always risky no two ways about it. Also you might want to take Jackie's advice Ryan. I mean I am all for stupid ideas but sometimes ya just gotta know when to stop... D-did the dollar signs just get bigger?" Zephyr asked in astonishment at Ryan's true gambling form. Zephyr then looked at the battle and scratched his head. "Iron enigma? I've heard of them but don't think its very good rumors, Grant seems... well happyish about this fight."

The Guild Master of Iron Enigma sighed softly before crossing his arms. "In what world can't a man know how his own daughter is doing. I could maybe see if I had, say, beaten her or worse, then it might warrant that response, but not when she just left and never came back without any kind of warning. While I may of pushed her a tad hard, yes, but that was for her to learn her magic better." His voice showed a hint of ire now, but he kept himself under control. He took a breath and looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking again. "Hmm. I guess you could add that to the list of motives for possibly kidnapping Mithera, but if I was out for revenge against her you'd be investigating a murder. Not a kidnapping." He only glanced once at the fight, unconcerned about the fact his son was fighting against someone.

@Zarkun

Jack looked over at Zephyr as he spoke. "The rumors and stories you've heard aren't good because they're a Dark Guild. I don't know how they managed to become a light one in name, but it does not bode well. As such I asked Shujin to keep an eye on them. I would ask that you all do the same." When the match began, the name clicked in his mind. Another Iron Enigma member who'd been conversing with Shujin had said to watch Delilah and Grant. He looked over towards the Dark Guild's seating area and recognized a member of Phoenix Wing down there. Now why would they be questioning anyone over there? I'll have to ask Jamie when she gets back.

"Amelia...points don't matter. What you did today has probably made the other members proud you fought hard and amazing, for someone as young as you to be able to summon the spirits you did plus the rider named war? That is insane you are stronger then you know amelia"said rose before looking at Jarvis." believe me, I'm on the same boat about it being dangerous but I know whether me or lucus wants, it is up to Elyse if she wishes to follow in our footsteps or her own. Amelia is a beautiful young woman with gorious wings and amazing ability with her spirits. There will be a time where the guild might not be around to help her. You need to stop doubting her abilities and help her become better and more confident in her ability." rose said to Jarvis as she didn't mean to be mean but she was speaking as a parent would,


Amaya listened before she shakes her head "your right somewhat. I was born in a little farming village that were very devoted worshipers of our deity. As far as I know both of my parents were farmers and gave me to the temple to be a gift for our deity. So I grew up as a shrine maiden, priestess, whatever you wish to call me, all I knew was my chores, rituals, studies all for the deity/the God or whatever you wished to call her. One day after my 8th birthday, raiders came to my village and burned down and took whatever they could." she said taking a pause as she closed her eyes taking a deep breath before she continued. " everyone who wasn't cut down in the first wave was gathered in the temple courtyard. One by one, I watched everyone I knew young and old slaughtered in front of everyone. I was near last so I dashed to our inner sanctuary and prayed as hard as I could to our deity on the gem we were given. They came after me once everyone was finished. I shut my eyes tightly expecting a swift painful end...instead I heard the most frightening roar of my life and crashing of the roof. I kept my eyes closed out of fear hearing shouts and cries of the bandits, soon all I heard was deep breathing before a voice told me to not be afraid.

Amaya opened her eyes looking up at the light shinning through the tree leaves " a literal Dragon with scales that reflected of the deepest ice was staring at me. My mother aurora was the one the gem was connected to her, we worshipped a literal Dragon. I was in tears expecting her to end me but instead she took me under her wing, found me clothing as I grew, feed me sheltered me. It took her years before she taught me her magic, she said she only was teaching me cause she knew I needed to learn to defend myself if she wasn't around. She was around till about a year ago I went hunting to get food and fell asleep, when I awoke she was gone but she edged in ice "go to the Phoenix wing" and so a year I have been traveling with no knowledge of this land and here I am.

Amaya hopped down from her branch, fixing her skirt " me and zero are from the same mountain and both first generation Dragon slayers, from what I read. I think there is another one in Dragon gang that emerald Dragon slayer that fought zero. Anyways, now you know my story and can see why I feel I don't deserve to speak of my past " she finished waiting to see what he thought of her past and life before the guild.

Damian shook his head and decided he was wasting his time. "Daughter or not, my point stands. If she wanted you to know, she wouldn't have left. You can expect a visit from my guild in the near future, Guild Master of Iron Enigma." And with that, Damian walked away and returned to his own seating area, taking a seat near the top and leaning forward and seething. Without anything concrete, he couldn't whoop any kind of ass for answers. And at this juncture, that was something of his only option. "We'll find you Mithera..."

Fraquar sighed and followed after Jamie, determined to keep up. He saw no reason not to help and he was sure Jamie was simply in a bad mood, which was only making things worse really. Either way, he followed behind the Phoenix Wing Guild Master, making sure that he was far enough away from Jamie to not bother the other Master, but close enough to not lose track of him.



Amelia simply sniffed and tried to calm herself as Jarvis spoke. Rose handled the situation better and was more comforting. Letting out a sigh, she wiped her eyes and slowly sat up, still upset but feeling a bit better.
"He's not a Rider. He's a River Spirit, who humans turned into what we know as a Rider. War is simply the name we gave him. His real name is Phlegethon and there are four others like him, scattered across the land. The problem will come in the form of the price..." Amelia said before suddenly stopping. The next thing Rose and Jarvis would know, she had collapsed and fallen off the bed, her expression one of extreme pain and her body shaking from it as her hands were over her heart. To her, it felt like it was on fire, literally on fire. The pain was almost as bad as the operation that had given her her wings and she could barely breathe past it.

Luckily for her, the pain would only last one minute before it slowly faded away, though for her it felt like an eternity and she felt even more tired then she had before.



Joshua listened to her story, staying silent and taking in all she said. In some ways, it was better then what he thought had happened to her and in others it was worse. When she was done, he was quiet for a minute or two before speaking.
"At the very least, even if it is in ruins, you have a home to return you." He said before holding up his hand with the murderer's brand on the back of it."You once asked me about this mark. Since you told me your story, I will tell you mine. As you know, I came here from the Far East. But that is not where I was born. Instead, I was born in the Far North, a land of ice and snow as far as the eye can see and an unblocked sky no matter where you go. It was a land where strength ruled and the weak died quickly, with a few exceptions.

My village was a stable and a strong one. We hand land and we protected it fiercely. When it didn't produce, we took what we needed from other villages. From the moment I was able to lift a wooden sword, I was taught to use one. I had a talent for it and when I was young, I learned I had a talent for something rare in those lands: Magic. I was lucky enough to find a teacher and journeyed with them for a while, learning how to use my magic, my Requip, before returning to the village."

Sighing, Joshua looked at the sky now, his expression hard to read
"When I returned, I was full of pride. I thought I was the best and no one could stop me. A friend of mine in the village disagreed. And we ended up fighting." He said." We ended up fighting for four hours, possibly longer, and going through several wooden sword. The entire time we flung insults at each other and tried to get in the others head. He succeeded and hit me where it hurt most: my pride. In anger I used magic and requiped a real blade before... before I slashed his chest open.

The match ended immediately and the guards dragged me away while I was still in shock and threw me in prison. I was there for days before learning he had died shortly after I had injured him. I was branded a murderer and exiled from the village, stripped of my name, my inheritance, and my right to ever return to that place. I can't even rightfully call it home anymore, as I am no longer considered a part of the village.

After that, I found my way towards the east and trained there, learning to control my anger and how to fight with a blade and avoid killing. And as you know, after that, I headed here. And the rest is history."

Damian looked up briefly from his seething and saw Master Jamie and the guild master for the new guild Rider's Blade, though he wasn't sure what his name is. Standing, he intercepts his guild master. "Don't waste your time with Iron Enigma, Master Jamie. They won't come clean." He turns to the other guild master and offers his hand. "Damian Gerard, Phoenix Wing S-Class. You're the guild master for Rider's Blade, right?"

Zander crossed his arms, preemptively looking side to side as if to find an opponent for Argus. Once finished, and having mulled over the idea of a potential demon in the prestigious guild called Frenzy Plant, the Ruby Knight ended up offering Argus a stiff nod. ”Very well then. If you're eager to go for it now, then you'll most likely be fighting Cecilia herself, as the only C-rank soldier we have currently. Though, I do expect that Heisty Beardo is around here somewhere, if I know the man.”

After following the gaze of Argus and landing his own on Salvoy, Zander shrugged mentally, deciding that he might as well tell the new arrival about the looming threat provided by the whale's brethren. With Hyun and Xyster present, and standing nearby in silent interest of the strange-looking, black-eyed man now among them, now was as good a time as any to divulge. ”No, not at all. Pay attention. Hey! Nash and Salvoy, of the guild Tough Love!” He hailed the two mariners, who looked his way obligingly. Zander spoke to them before broadening his audience to everyone present. ”This concerns you as well. Salvoy is one-of-a-kind. In the entire world, there are only twenty-five like him. They're like Celestial Spirits, but represented by cards instead of keys. Some are good, like the World here and the Hermit, who is affiliated with Frenzy Plant, but most are bad. Most worryingly, Ludo has told me that they seem to be congregating in Crocus. In particular, watch out for the Jester. To put it shortly, he's a frog that turns invisible, and he's a huge wild card.” The knight frowned severely. Ludo's report had set him on edge, even though neither he nor Magni had spotted anything unusual but Thor during their patrols.



Though fully prepared to scadoodle at Marlene's behest, acknowledging that popping up uninvited into a potentially tense situation wasn't the best way to introduce herself, the recognition from Enma convinced her to stay. She treated him to a warm smile as she readjusted her navy blue peaked cap, which her long fall had knocked askew but miraculously not off. ”Aw, Nolan talks about me to his friends? I knew he cared about me! Man, I didn't know what to expect from an actual friend of Nolan, but I'm not surprised. You're a frightening man. Seriously, just being near you freaks me out.” For once Fleo forgot about her hands of dust, and tentatively reached out to shake Enma's. If he squeezed too hard, her hand's cohesion would be compromised.



For a moment, Nero's rage, swirling and churning like a cyclone, opened up ever so slightly. In that second he realized that the man who'd destroyed his face had been saved by another. That realization, however, was nothing compared to the jolt he got when he suddenly recalled that his friends Ayame and Eve were standing nearby and had seen his breakdown. The dark mage suddenly froze in panic, allowing Gabriel to tackle him to the ground. Nero ground his teeth as the impact sent a spray of his own blood over the grass, but this time, he did not allow his hatred to get the better of him. He couldn't afford to. He couldn't let Time Lord's implication be right: that he was a villain to even those he professed to care about. Nero forced himself to listen to Gabriel's howls, marveling how a man who just inflicted so much pain could still fancy himself the victim. A dozen twisted fates flashed through the genie's mind, but in the end, he decided that he couldn't kill Gabriel after all. Plus, with the event over, there would be people out on the streets. Witnesses never bode well for anyone.

Nero summoned his energies and growled, with as much despair as anger despite his best attempts to suppress them, ”Five millimeter radius! There's no escape! A point-blank Law of Embodiment radiated outward from the dark mage's skin and immediately took hold on Gabriel. Instantly, flesh and cloth transmuted to plastic, and Nero, still bleeding, shoved the Gabriel-shaped manikin off and worked his way back to his feet, assisted by Eve. After a moment of steady breathing, he spoke out to assuage her concerns, revealed that his voice had returned to normal. ”I'm...I'm sorry about that. I've got...issues with surprise touching. But this doesn't mean that I'm a bad man. Everyone breaks...now and then.” He smiled, causing some of the blood to run into his pearly white teeth. Evidently, the pain didn't bother him so much. ”We'll get goin' in a moment. Head away from here into another part of the city. Gimme a second though, please.”

He turned to face the statues of Rat and Gabriel and snickered. ”Listen up. I'm not gonna hurt you. In twenty minutes the curse will wear off and you'll be back to normal. Look, I know you were tryin' to be considerate, but there are times when you just oughta not mess. There's never been a time mindin' ya own business didn't work out. Here's the thing though: if your alternative to bein' nice is to attack, you've got issues even worse than mine. At least I own up to my problems. Thinkin' you're so great that you can do whatever you want without thinkin' of the consequences is the worst kind of crazy. If ya were really tryin' to be nice, ya wouldn't have gone and made it worse, no matter how I talked to ya.” Nero sighed and wiped some of the blood off his face with his sleeve. It was clear that he'd be scarred for some time. ”Don't cross me again. Just...let it go.” With that, the genie span on his heel and began to walk away, hoping that Eve and Ayame still believed in him enough to follow, and wishing he knew the words to make things right.

NOLAN

Confusion, insecurity, and fear ran rampant through his mind. Why...why did he feel this way? Why was she on his mind now of all times and why was his chest getting tighter and his face burning up? Was he getting sick? Because judging from how he felt like he was going to vomit his breakfast all over the corridors and he couldn't stop shaking. It was so foreign to him that he couldn't tell what exactly was going on with him. Lately his mind has been preoccupied with her for the majority and tried to use the games as a distraction with little success. By the gods what did she do to him to bring him on the bring of insanity?! Thank the gods that she wasn't anywhere near him to see the torment rampaging in his head! He was afraid of women and yet she was on his mind! He kept thinking of his faults and his follies! What she did to him was going to tear his brain in half!

Nolan was so wrapped up in his internal conflict that he failed to notice four strangers approach him hesitantly. Judging by their attire it would be safe to say that they were of noble heritage or had come their to a large sum of money. The two men were both wearing stylish suits, one black with a red tie and white collard shirt underneath and the other white with a matching white tie and a light purple collard shirt underneath. The two women's attire was more modern than the frilly dresses that other nobles would wear. One wore a red dress that was above her knees and a black leather jacket that had a crest of one of those absurdly high end clothing stores and the other woman wore fitted jeans that had the crest of Heart Kruez stitched along it and a navy blue jacket to combat the November chill.

The woman wearing the navy blue jacket approached Nolan and asked tentatively, "E-excuse me. A-are you Nolan Waltz?" Her whole body was shaking in anticipation for his response. She could hardly contain herself being in front of him. It was hard for her to fight the tears that wanted to swell up.

He was pulled out of his thoughts and his attention was brought to a young woman that looked remarkably similar to someone he knew. He then glanced at the three others and the man wearing the black suit had a striking resemblance to Nolan himself except he seemed to be someone in his mid twenties and had handsome trimmed beard and his straight brown hair was slicked back. The young woman on the other hand had the same wavy brown hair as Nolan did. Oddly enough he didn't feel any sort of fear or nervousness towards the woman. "Yes, I am Nolan Waltz. Who are you all?" He watched the woman burst out into tears and the man in the grey suit held her close to him. Nolan's eyes widened in surprise. "W-what did I do?"

Walking with great pride the man in the black suit approached Nolan with a smile. "You've done nothing wrong Nolan. It's...it's been awhile since we last saw each other." The man seemed to choked the last words out. It seemed like it was an emotional time for him and the younger woman though why?

"You...I don't know you at all. Tell me who you are. Spit it out." Nolan said coldly. His patience was starting to thin fast. He felt like he knew who this man was, but at the same time he couldn't place the name on the face. It frustrated him to no end that he felt something nagging at him, but he couldn't stop thinking that they were so familiar to him. Their voices, their faces...They were much to familiar yet distant like a long ago memory.

The man sighed disappointingly and ran his fingers through his hair. "I figured that you wouldn't recognize us. It's been a long time that you last saw our faces. I'll be straight with you Nolan. We're your siblings. Jay and Melody."

His words rung through Nolan like lightning. His spine tingled as if electricity danced around it and his body shook. There...there was no way it was true. His siblings died a long time ago during that sea storm. The dead stay dead; there's nothing anyone can do about it. "...I don't have siblings. They've been long since gone from my life. Don't waste any more of my time." He turned heel and was about to walk away before Jay grabbed his arm. "Let go or I'll-." His eyes widened at the sight of an all too familiar locket. The lid was open and it held a picture of a family of five. A five year old Nolan sat on his mother's lap while Melody sat on his father's lap and Jay stood there dignified. Nolan swung his arm free and glared at the man threateningly. "Where did you get this? Did you steal it from their bodies?!" There was no way he could accept this. No way in hell! His siblings were dead and that's that! There would be no argument about that!

Jay was shocked by Nolan's outburst, needing to take a step back for fear of his life. "Nolan...we are your siblings. You weren't the only one who survived the storm that night. We looked for you, but we couldn't find you. We thought you were dead for eight long, eight long agonizing years. We only found out that you were alive after you became a member of Phoenix Wing...well, and here we are."

Melody sniffled and walked out of the man's hold. "We...we didn't know how to do this so we thought that if Phoenix Wing was in the games then we would be able to get a chance to do this."

Silence was the only thing that came from him. What could he say to all of this? What was there to say? His head felt like it was going to explode from his pulsing headache. It was too much. It was way too much to take in. His chest felt it was constricted by a vice-grip and found it harder to breathe. "I...but...I..." Nolan leaned against the wall for support and his breathing turned into rapid gasps for air. His body felt like it was burning up, his hands and feet tingled, his face dripped with sweat, and he shook uncontrollably. Every nerve in his body told him to scream, but not a sound came out of him. His siblings tried to approach him, but he kept stepping back. "This...is too much." He started to mutter in between gasps. His legs began to wobble and then gave way, nearly collapsing before Jay and Melody grabbed a hold of him. They settled him down on the ground.

"Nolan deep breaths. Come on, you can do it." Melody said, holding his hand with both to try and calm him down. In the back of her mind she thought that this wasn't how to approach someone in this kind of situation. It was completely out of the blue. Most people would be in shock too if they found out that someone they thought was dead was actually alive.

In what seemed to be a bit over ten minutes Nolan had finally come down from his panic attack. Slowly he stood up and took a deep breath to regain composure. "I...really don't know what to say to all of this. I guess I'm...happy? Where do we go from here?" He said questioningly. This was just bizarre. It felt surreal to be talking to people that he had thought were dead for the longest time. It was more like a dream than reality. Hell he wasn't sure if the whole thing really wasn't a dream or some stupid hope that his brain was trying to cling on to.

Jay grinned from ear to ear at the thought of having his little brother back in his life. "I can get you a job in my company. It's a lot more secure than playing mage all day." He said with a smirk.

"...What the hell do you mean by 'playing mage' all day?" Nolan said with a low growl.

"Well if you want real work that gives you a well deserved reward and status then throwing butterflies around isn't gonna do it." Seems like Jay doesn't have the highest regard for occupations of the magical variety. What he didn't expect was getting a punch square to the jaw, knocking him down to the ground.

"You...god dammit I thought you would change. This is my life Jay. Just because you can't use magic doesn't mean that it's worthless." Nolan sighed and shook his head. "Perhaps it would've been better if I thought you were dead still." He turned around and began to walk away from him.

"W-wait!"

Nolan didn't stop walking and soon left his siblings to their own devices. The people they came with just stood their awkwardly and wondered why their spouses dragged them along to begin with.

"Dammit...Fucking dammit!" Nolan yelled out in a fit of rage. Eight years he hadn't see that bastard brother of his and this is what happens? It would've been better if he thought he was still dead. At least then he would think about him as a loving brother than the jerk that he is.

@Caits
The girl still didn't say anything but just looked around some more as she was led around. Ariel shrugged a bit. "I guess you're right. Magic is still a pretty new thing to me. I thought joining a guild would help me understand it more but it only made things more complicated." She began thinking about what to do next.

It crossed her mind that maybe she should leave before things could possibly turn south. There was a reason she chose to avoid the games in the beginning. Ariel wouldn't just leave the spirit that she presumably summoned. Plus there was still one left that had yet to show itself.

Argus grinned at the thought of fighting Cecelia, as she looked like she'd good opponent, but his amusement was cut short as the Ruby Knight took advantage of his inquiry to make an announcement to those in attendance. Apparently, the big guy was a spirit of some kind, there were 25 others like(which didn't make him one of a kind, but now wasn't the time to correct the man), most of them were dangerous, and that they had to be on the look out for a frog that could turn invisible. Odd . . . very, very odd, but if the spirits were anything like this wail guy, it'd be cool to find one of his own.

This is definitely something I need to look into. Wonder if Zander will be willing to give info on them. Probably not, since he's warning us about them, but one could never be to sure. Ehhhhhhh . . . I'll wait until I've been apart of the guild for a bit, then I'll ask him.

"Well, I'll keep a lookout for any other strange looking people and/or creatures. In the mean time, I'm going to go find Ceclia so we can have that challange. By the way, would you happen to have a big open space for fighting around here? I'm not planning on using my main magic for this one, but if I do, it'd ve best that I'm away from these tents and stuff. It's a very destructive magic, and I wouldn't want to accidentally break anything in the scuffle."

After Zander answered his question, Argus would give him a bow of gratitude, before turning to both Xyster and Hyun, giving them a wave and a smile before rushing off towards the last place he saw Ceclia. He was probably going to have to wait a bit before they could start, as he'd messed up her armor not to long ago, but he wasn't in that big of a rush. I wonder if she's figured out that I was the cause of her little wardrobe malfunction yet? Even if she has, would she even be mad about it, considering I gave quite a bit of my savings to pay for a replacement. Yeah, I probably have nothing to worry about

Nodding his head in self-agreement, he soon arrived at the repair tent, opening the flap to look inside.

"Hey Cecilia, it's Argus. That Zznder guy said that you're going to be my opponent, since there are no other C-ranked mages around. Well, he did say something about a guy called Heisty Beardo, but I get the feeling looking for him will be a pain. So, whenever you're ready to do it, just say so. I don't mind waiting a little while."

@Lugubrious

Michael
@Lugubrious

As Hermes found Michael, Michael was already moving, leaving Zephyr and Ryan abruptly, with a shouted "Gabriel's gotten himself in trouble"running down the stairs and out the arena. Michael ran smoothly, cursing Gabriel's idiocy, cursing the fact that he had to go save his brothers butt, and cursing that this just had to happen.

Maybe splitting up, maybe being in different guilds, wasn't such a good thing for them. Michael should never have let Gabriel out of his sight-his brother was a bit of a loose cannon, often getting annoyed and angry that he couldn't just be accepted, or if he was being ignored, and then he wouldn't listen to common sense. Gabriel was one of the best people out there, but he was childish and impatient at times.

And now he had gotten himself in trouble.

Michael skidded to a stop, just in time to prevent himself from crashing into Nero. Taking in the scene, Michael sucked in a breath, and let it out. He scanned the scene, and could just imagine that this had been provoked by Gabriel, but the retaliation was just...nasty. Over the top. And Evil.

He wasn't surprised to see Eve, and Ayama there. Anger flashed over his face before it disappeared. And Michael glared at Nero, saying softly, clearly, "I don't care what he did. This is not the kind of thing you do in response to this. He wouldn't have attacked you, I know my brother. Shoving is not attacking" Michael took a wild guess, because shoving was Gabriel's go to move. "Gabriel does not like to be ignored, especially if he was trying to help. I don't care what he did. YOU do not do this, to anyone unless they deserve it. And Gabriel would never have deserved this. Change him back, please. Leaving him like this is doing more bard then good, and if your intentions were to do bad, then you have succeeded, you do not, never, attack with magic, unless the person attacked with magic first!"

He stood with hands on his hips, feet apart, in a pose that wouldn't have been threatening, except that anything other then slouching and stuttering was threatening on Michael, the post outlining muscles and Michael's tall frame. But it was probably still a hilarious pose on a man. The need to go over to Gabriel, and see if he was truly okay pulled Michael's eyes away from Nero, to his brother.

Yes. Turning someone into something when they didn't fight with magic was just evil-Michael had no doubt that Gabriel had only touched, and hadn't attacked with magic. There was no way in hell that Gabriel would have attacked someone with magic unless they had attacked first, or unless it was for a job. Gabriel didn't use his spirits like that, didn't use them to settle his differences. The way rat was showed Michael that the spirit had turned up without Gabriel summoning him, and pushing Gabriel out the way of an attack.

Tears pricked Michael's eyes, for his poor brother. Gabriel just wanted to be able to help people, and Michael couldn't help but feel like it was his fault that Gabriel had problems. Gabriel had to look after him for so long a time, and the needing to be accepted probably came from him too. Gabriel tried so hard, that when he didn't get what he expected, it hurt him so much that he had to try and get attention, or something back on him. All Michael wanted to do was go over then and hug him, but he couldn't because of the genie's work. "please change him back. You've done enough to hurt him for a long time, so I hope you're happy" His voice trembled as he looked back to Nero.

Sasha
@YipeeXD

"I know that" Sasha said, wishing she could explaining easily what she had been trying to say, "I didn't remember it happen. Why do I remember now? Who did it? Why did they call me Neeshan? Why did I call them little brother? it was after my parents death, after Ben's death." She was confused, worried and just wanting to know what happened. "I feel like somethings been planned out for me, but I can't figure out what, nor can I figure out why. Was my old master just using me, for something greater? I want answers, but I'm terrified of them"

It was clear that she just wanted to talk, just wanted to get her thoughts out, as she stared at the battle going on.

Jarvis
@Joshua Tamashii

Jarvis didn't want to listen to this, having gotten through this with Jamie, and it just made Jarvis feel bad, feel like he was wrong and feel like he just wasn't good enough for anyone. Jarvis's hands fell into fists and he drew in a shaky breath. "Don't lecture me, Rose" He said softly, managing to keep his voice level. "I just got through that with Jamie, and I don't need it from you" He was going to say more, but then Amelia fell off the bed.

Jarvis hurried to her, kneeling down, terrified to touch her as she seemed to be having some sort of attack. When it was over, Jarvis gently glasped her hand, "Amelia? Amelia!"

Master Jamie
@Zarkun

"oh, I'm not going to go talk with them. I'm going to find where they took her They can't get away with this, and the games officials are idiots" Jamie said, stopping as Damian intercepted her. Jamie gave a heavy sigh, thinking. Karn could be good at sniffing Mithera out, but Jamie didn't want to ask Karn, he seemed tired and Jamie knew he wasn't well. There was amaya too, the dragon slayer could probably hunt up a scent just as easily. But did Jamie want to put anyone else in danger?

Thinking still, Jamie said "We won't leave a mark on any of them. Go get Penny. Her Sleep Song could put them out. And..." Jamie hesitated, "Get Ayama, for scent, or Zero/Zenoram. Whichever you find first"

Rose listened to Amelia explain who war really was "so he was like a godly elemental right?" she said trying to understand this 'price' she mentioned before she crouched down under Amelia as she feel. Rose watched the sudden episode of pain" that's what it is." She said lifting Amelia back in bed "just rest now, we will talk more later"she said to Amelia before looking at Jarvis " all I speak is advice, it is your choice whether you hear it or not...now I gotta go check on elyse" she said leaving the room


Amaya sighed as she looked down shaking her head before saying "I could never go back to those ruins, it wouldn't be fair to those I had to bury there and without aurora there, it's just a barren wasteland of snow ice and sorrow. Amaya Yashia died the day her village was destroyed, Amaya, the ice dragon slayer was born that day."she said gently before she listened, it was sad to hear his tale " I am sorry to hear that but blood is thicker then any punishment, you still have your blood family in here, no exile can take that away plus our home is phoenix wing, they accepted us for who we are no matter what" she said happily trying to cheer up the mood" as I once read 'when a phoenix dies it turns to ash but it will rise from those ashes reborn once again' that is us the day you were exiled and the day my life was charged were when we died but were born anew...I think that is how it goes"she said having to think about it for a few seconds

"The name's Fraquar Alinstar. Nice to meet you Damian." Fraquar said, shaking Damian's hand with his nonmechanical one. He then listened to Master Jamie and could guess what was going on. One of the members of Phoenix Wing seemed to have been kidnapped. Shaking his head, he spoke once Jamie was finishing mumbling to himself."If you found a scent now, it would be a miracle. Not to mention we're in Crocus and there would be plenty of other scents in the air. Both human and nonhuman. No, you need something more reliable. I have a few favors I can call in and one of my members was a bounty hunter and likely has some contacts here. We can help you find whoever it is you are seeking."



Amelia wouldn't move for several minutes before slowly climbing to her feet. It still looked like she was in a lot of pain but she seemed to be pushing through it. She climbed back on the bed and laid down, her breathing labored and there was a layer of sweat on her back and brow. She turned around to look at Jarvis.
"I think I might need a bath when we get back to the hotel." She said weakly, trying to make a joke out of something that probably shouldn't be joked about.



"No. They might be my blood family but we can no longer view each other as such. We're nothing more then strangers now. Even if I saw them, I would not recognize them and they would not recognize me. They might as well be dead." Joshua said before letting out a sigh. Kicking himself off the tree, he looked up at Amaya and held out a hand."I think everyone in the guild is like that, in some way, shape, or form. But enough about that. You want some ice cream. I heard there's a parlor nearby that serves some really good ice cream, with all the toppings you could want."

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Zephyr Hardt

As the fight continued, Zephyr was startled by Mikey's sudden abrupt exit only shouting that Gabriel was in trouble. ".... Okay then, good luck then? Could have asked for help though.." Zephyr mumbled to himself before looking at Ryan who seemed to be into this gambling thing a little too much. 'Well sometimes they got to crash and burn to see the error... although we should probably get him help for this problem.' Zephyr thought to himself before looking at Jackie, it then hit him that with Mikey gone no one could stop him from sparring with her! Oh wait yes there was, the fighting rounds of the games were going on and if he was too busy sparring with Jackie what would be more embarrassing than being disqualified cause you weren't there?

However he could still make plans for after the games, maybe if he was lucky Mikey wouldn't have the Zephyr is doing something reckless sensor go off. This feels like gambling. Zephyr would look at Ryan before chuckling and walking over to Jackie. "So after today's games are over, would you be able to spar then? I don't know when Mikey will get back, but if I'm lucky he wont lecture and tell me to stop." Zephyr said thinking the plan was solid proof, but his plans are never solid proof, not with his style anyway.

In reply to the inquiry, Zander indicated with a point of his finger the area now occupied by Salvoy and the inquisitive Frenzy Plant soldiers gathered. ”In a few minutes, I expect that our guests from Tough Love will return to their guild. Once that's done, there will be a space there decently far from any of our buildings. Do try and control your magic, however. Collateral or property damage is something Frenzy Plant does not tolerate. Brawlers, those without self-control, and fools lay waste to their surroundings. Soldiers strike with expertise and precision.” He stepped away to regather those who'd been training and begin once more. Their first instruction was to remove their armor and put aside their weapons; now, they'd be bolstering up their skill in the martial arts that went hand in hand with armed combat.



At the sound of footfalls, Cecilia looked up from her repairs. Sweat had begun to bead on her brow, and the pieces of armor layer scattered about on a makeshift table. A sheet of tanned leather lay on top of it, and in the short time that the young knight had been out of the demon's sight, she'd already begun carefully incising new strips from the big piece. ”Oh, hi. Um...a fight? Repairs going okay so far, but it's gonna be a long time. I guess I could fight you without it though. I could grab a shield, and I still have my helmet and graves.

With nary a sound, not even from his breath, a large, bearded and fur-wearing man shifted into view mere inches behind Argus Leandros.



So intent on trying not to see panicked was Nero that he nearly allowed Michael to bowl him over. Instead of anger, however, a spark of fear arose in the genie as he flinched backward, though he was quick to cover it up with a casual smile despite the state of his features. It caused Nero no small amount of uneasiness to think about how much he must look like a homicidal maniac to any bystander, with this amount of blood on his face.

When Michael started talking, however, that insecure smile became mocking. Nero just wanted this whole ordeal behind him, so he could forget about it and try to convince his friends that he wasn't a threat to them. Now he found himself faced with an angry twin and yet another problem.

”Didn't deserve!? the dark mage questioned, laughing in Michael's face. He brushed a hand across his own, staining the white glove again with his blood, and flicked a few droplets onto Michael's clothes. ”Can't you see what he did to me!? Can you?! My face is totally screwed. I'm startin' to get lightheaded from blood loss. How am I gonna afford a hospital bill? He did this to me, and I acted in self-defense. You think I'm supposed to try and hit him back with these noodle arms? If some meathead slugs a little wizard kid, is that kid supposed to try and get even with just his small hands? This guy is a menace. I'm leaving him exactly the way he is for twenty minutes. If I were to let him go now, he'd turn around and beat the livin' daylights out of me. And then I'd be dead—though maybe that's better than livin' in a world with people like you two in it.” Though he grinned widely at Michael, his black eyes burned with hate. ”Why don't you just leave me alone? Nero turned ninety degrees to his left and started walking.

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Marlene Evangeline

Marlene was most utterly dumbfounded at the situation. Just a brush of dust coming from this newcomer and the demon seems to completely forgot about what was going on? HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN? But none of the less, having her step in, thankfully saved Marlene's head, or so she thinks, for the time being.

"Uhhh..." she says speechlessly, "W-What just happened? WHAT'S GOING ON?"

Lazarus

He was silent for a moment. "You worry too much Sasha." It pained him to be so blunt with her. But it was for her own benefit. "Sometimes you have to be invisible." He crossed his legs and folded his arms. "When you are out of the way of everyone else, and your only concern is your mind, you will find the answers you are looking for." He frowned. "But for now. Support your friends with all you've got." He sprung up. "Go Maddox! Win so I can kick your ass later!" He chuckled.

Shujin

He nodded at master Jack's comment. "Indeed. There are some dangerous characters in that guild. If anything happens, it needs dealing with swiftly and firmly." He muttered. He looked at the battle. Grant... I've been trying to get you for years... Although I no longer have the authority, I have the overwhelming urge to slap you in irons or slit your throat. He glared.

Nero was still consious luckily and reacted to the position Ayame was standing right now. He didn't attempt to pass her but the place Ayame was standing didn't matter to poor Gabriel her passed her and went full onto Nero. Ayame quivered down in fear squating down to the ground covering her ears and slowly started quietly sobbing. Why were people so mean to her friend all the time. He was diffrent but he didn't mean harm. Ayame didn't think it was Nero his fault and didn't even care whos it truly was. All that matter was to fix this hurt bit in the reality. The twon were franticlly fighting on the ground as Ayames tears started to flow from her eyes onto her lap and the grass. Ayame looked up slightly with her tears filled eyes as Gabriel was quiet and Nero began talking to him. He was made up out of plastic by the curse mage and someone identical to him had appeared before their eyes. It was the brother of the plastic man. He was almost just like his brother but not as pushy as he was. Ayame quietly stood up. The life in her eyes had already faded as she suddenly loudly started to yell "SHUT UPPPPP."

Birds in the area flew away and more people started watching the even that was happening. It almost seemed like the earth itself was moving from the loud shout of Ayame and indeed it was moving. A part of the ground was lifting up into the sky as Ayame quietly began talking with a shadow covering her tear filled eyes "Why... Why does everyone need to pick on my friend today. Has he ever done something wrong with you. There is no reason to suddenly change someone into plastic. You know how much it hurts to constantly have the feeling that you are being hated by somebody, to be picked on by others. It hurt so, so much." Ayame balled up a fist and held it tightly with the other hand against her chest while almost shouting out her words, tears still streaming down her face "You get tired of it and your patience will quickly run out. Quicker and quicker untill eventually you go insane. Even seeing how someone can live with this constant feeling is hard to watch. Why does everyone think that they are the victims when the true hatred lives in themselves. So quit harrasing my friend!" The earth and stones began shifting quickly and formed into a 5ft tall hand. The hand quickly accelerated, sweeping towards the left and went full force towards michael. The sudden move made the reaction time to dodge for michael even smaller.

Ayame quietly watched not knowing what was happening. She stared at her own hands for a while knowing she had done it "Huh...?" her vision started to get blurry as fell to the ground. She curled up into a small ball and started twitching with her eyes and body, cursing herself for what she had done just now in a quiet unhearable voice as tears continued to stream down her face.

"I want to fight you at your best, so don't worry about me and get your armor fixed up. Like I said, just call my name and I'l-" Argus stopped mid-sentence as he felt a presence behind him, a life of combat making it hard for him not to be alert at all times. He didn't sense any killing intent from the one behind him, however, so he simply turned his head ever so slightly to address the man.

"Heisty Beardo, I presume? Word of advice, it's not a good idea most times to sneak up on me. It doesn't usually end well." Too emphasis the point, Argus motioned downward with his eyes, bringing to attention the dagger he'd requipped instinctively, the tip of the blade pointing at the man's gut. He unsummoned the weapon as he fully turned around to talk to the furry man. "But that aside, I apologize for pulling a knife on you. I've just had some bad experiences in the past that make me very panicky when somebody sneaks up behind them. So then, let's introduce ourselves properly this time; I'm Argus Leandros, hopeful recruit for Frenzy Plant, and I'm glad I found you. I was supposed to fight Cecilia for my enrty, but she's fixing her armor up right now, so if you could be my opponent, that'd be awesome."

Argus backed awsy from theman as he spoke wanting there to be a comfortable amount space between the two. As he finished, he held his hand out for the smith mage to take hold of it as a show of his agreement.

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