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[h3][color=orange][center]Hildr Reinhardt[/center][/color][/h3]

The Reinhardt matriarch waited till her daughter and her close friend had left the apartment, even going so far as counting to twenty just to ensure they were well out of ear shot or hadn't left anything behind. Certain in her solitude she reached into an inner breast pocket of her jacket and produced a featureless flask of polished silver. A flick of her thumb removed the stopper before she upending the contents down her throat, welcoming the burn of something a bit more potent then hard liquor as it worked through her system.

[color=orange]"Sons of bitches, I can't turn my back for two minutes before these craven shits descend on my baby girl! She gets enough of this shit from her father, she doesn't need it half way across the world too."[/color] Hildr slammed the flask down onto the table and dug into her other breast pocket to produce a sister container. It met the same fate as the first and joined it on the table, noticeably lighter. [color=orange]"I should walk right back in there and kick in those brats teeth! Grah!"[/color]  

Freed of the influence of home life and higher society, Hildr allowed herself to loosen the metaphorical tie and indulge in the anger characteristic of her DGO days as a Berserker. Too a lesser degree Eris had followed in these footsteps, but the different times seemed to be hampering Eris where Hildr had flourished. Then again the matriarch was far too loose to be bogged down by the ideology that Eris had clung to. It would be fair to say that Hildr would have remained to stew in her anger, contemplating the best way to eliminate Eris' Sweeper problem and escape to a country without an extradition treaty when her massager went off, her driver wanting to know if she'd be staying over.

[color=orange]"Ugh, may as well leave before I foul up dearie's evening. Oh, her and Cassandra do look adorable together, wouldn't want to get in the way of that."[/color] Face flush as her libations began easing her rage to a simmer, low but still present, she pocketed her flasks and made for the door. As much as she wished to right all the wrongs and fix Eris' life, it was apparent that this situation would require a different tact. Several minutes and dozens of floors later, Hildr slid into the passenger seat of an orange BMW. Releasing a world weary sigh, the Reinhardt Matriarch turned to her driver with a strained smile.

[color=orange]"Hey, I'm going to hate asking you such a huge favor, but how do you feel about transferring schools to do a little protection work?"[/color][hr]
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[h3][center][color=aqua]Broker Of Fortune[/color][/center][/h3]

When she had offered her services to the overworked mage, Broker had hoped for some work of a technical nature so she could begin on her path to be a Grand Master engineer, not being a glorified tour guide. The phrase 'Shit rolls downhill' had to have been the Blue Guild's motto at some point, as it was still prevalent to this day just as it was in reality. [color=aqua]"Whatever you say, chief. Just make sure we get some good mats down to the workshops so we can make use of these professions!"[/color] Broker called out to Absinthe's back before she could get out of ear shot, putting forth a great effort not to show her exacerbation with having busy work left on her lap. 

The artificer turned to Joker, the latest to bolster the Blue Guild's swelling ranks and gave him a quick nod. [color=aqua]"I'm Broker of Fortune, though you can call me Broker 'cause I know it's a mouthful. Since Absinthe has, well, ditched us to our own devices, how about I take you on the five cent tour before we find something to do?"[/color]

She waved for Joker to follow as she led him through the bowels of Blue Castle, a brief and hurried tour that really only touched on the most important of locations like the King's Throne Room, Absinthe's office, the access points to the Castle walls, several popular gathering halls, farmlands, and concluding it in what was undoubtedly the most beloved section of the Guild's capital, the workshop. Dominating the center space was a tank not unlike the ones plastered on all their recent propaganda, bringing a pleased grin to her lips. 

[color=aqua]"Whether you drive them or not, you have to admit having a tank at your back is amazing. Personally I can't wait till I get good enough to start making some worthwhile modifications to them, but for now I have a lot of grinding to go before I can tack on something useful."[/color] Turning around to lean against the war machine's treads, she regarded Joker warmly. [color=aqua]"Now that we got that out of the way, got any questions or something you needed another hand for? I should have time left before I head back the The Network."[/color]