[center][h3][color=c2b280]Fleo Plector – Phoenix Wing Hotel[/color][/h3]
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In the few minutes to herself bestowed upon Fleo, she had not only found herself a plate of eggs and fruit, but eaten most of it.  During her last morsel of pear, the dusty woman found herself approached by the familiar and welcome figure of Trinity.  Though the two womens’ recent weeks held no instances of further cooperation between them, or any special events for that matter, their friendship remained very alive.  When Trinity’s dialogue hinted at some sort of favor Fleo could do her, she leaped at the chance.  [color=c2b280]”Sure!  Happy to help ya anytime.”[/color]  She crossed her arms, curious.  [color=c2b280]”You said ‘escort’, right?  Kind of a weird turn of phrase if you’re just popular.  Have you turned into some kind of celebrity overnight, and you need protection from the paparazzi?  Heheheh.  Well, I’m here for you.  Anyone tries to shoot you, they won’t –shoot you, like with a camera, I mean- they won’t be able to see a thing for all the dust.”[/color]  

To prove her point, she held up her bandaged hand.  In her palm, a clod of dust swirled into the shape of a camera, before splattering onto the floor.  Innocently looking at the ceiling, Fleo shoved it under the table with her foot.  Afterward, Trinity received another curious look, though not of the same inquisitiveness that Fleo sported only moments earlier.  [color=c2b280]”Worry…?  Uh, sure.  Lead the way, I’ll lend an ear to your explaining.”[/color]  Her fork zipped toward the last piece of egg and stuffed it into her mouth.  The next moment, Fleo discarded the silverware and stood to her feet, ready to be of assistance.

[center][h3]Frenzy Plant[/h3][/center]

When the call came for the guilds to assemble in the Doma Flau, Frenzy Plant, ever anticipatory of action, was collectively ready.  By now, everyone knew the drill, so without any sort of special appearance or speech from Master Sanders the company of soldiers left the camp, with the exception of Isla Takane, Eliza, Arivaderci Salvay, Nandy Rewman, and Bytan Brass.  Isla received some books to read, but remained imprisoned in her spacious glass cell.  With neither a Mystic Beast or a Crimson Demon to guard, Bytan remained nearby but not at rigid attention, and the other soldiers dispersed through the camp to attend to their various tasks.