[center][h2][color=crimson]❀[/color] [u]Rosalina Idwal[/u] [color=crimson]❀[/color][/h2][i][color=Crimson]The Demon Hunter[/color][/i]

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The streets of Crocus had taken on an entirely different form. The once crowded, living city had taken on a cold and somewhat sad demeanor that mirrored Rosalina's. The Council woman meant no disrespect to the man from Isval, but she could not help as though she was backed into a corner. Her gaze wandered up to the very top of the various buildings, watching clouds gently drift across the sky. She wished nothing more to do the same right now; drift along without having to deal with such sensitive situations. Mako's voice, careful yet firm, was a constant reminder to her that she must be careful not to seem rude by acting so aloof. 
"[color=DarkOrange]You must understand, Miss Idwal, that until he either accepts or dies, I am bound to search for him and follow him. Eventually, I will be forced to put him in a position where he can't say no, though I can not touch him until he has in turn defended himself[/color]". Neatly folding her gloved hands over one another, Rosalina continued through the streets towards where she knew the man Mako sought to be stationed.
[i][color=Crimson]You could just say no[/color][/i]. What good would that do? The man was clearly persistent, and if she were to be perfectly honest it didn't seem as though Rosalina's permission was a factor in Mako's quest.
[i][color=Crimson]Have him arrested[/color][/i]. For what crime? He had only expressed his intent to challenge the man, promising that he would not attack him while defenseless. Of coarse, Rosalina knew that having someone arrested for no reason was well within the power of a Council member, but her blood boiled at the idea that she would ever stoop to the same level as the previous Council.

"[color=DarkOrange]In our culture, when one man causes another to loose his honor, he prepares himself for at least a year of hounding before accepting. This man, who you captured, has had five years of avoiding me. I will not take no for an answer when my mother could be dead and I not know it.[/color]"
"[color=Crimson]We are approaching his post,[/color]" Rosalina spoke bluntly, not being incredibly keen on conversation. Five years. Mako had wasted so much time in a foreign country over this obsession. In her heart, Rosalina knew she was unfit to judge. Where Mako came from, honour was clearly of great importance. They passed a wall of slate gray bricks, with only an old wooden door at the far end of the wall. The hinges were rusted and the wood splintered, indicating the poor condition this old guard post had been left in. Her fingers gently enclosed around the brass handle, turning back to Mako with one final, almost desperate look.
"[color=crimson]Are you ready for this?[/color]" Rosalina wasn't, but that hardly mattered now. There was no way she would be able to stop Mako from getting what he wanted, unless she were to draw her own blade against his. The thought was ludicrous. How would such an act reflect on the Council? It seemed this poor man would face his past, whether he wished to or not.


[center][h2][color=MediumPurple]♫[/color] [u]Isabella and Bullet[/u] [color=FireBrick]☠[/Color][/h2][i][color=FireBrick]Phoenix Wing's[/color] [color=MediumPurple]unstoppable duo![/color][/i]

[color=MediumPurple]♫[/color] [@Zarkun] [color=FireBrick]☠[/Color][/center]

While Isabel and Jane were still deciding, Bullet had already returned with a large slab of pork belly on a paper plate. The crispy, golden skin was immaculate all aside from the large bite that the young man had already taken from it. The aroma rose to Isabella's nostrils, causing her stomach to rumble gently with impatience.
"[color=DeepPink]Not so keen on squid, but I've never had crab before[/color]". Isabella, spotting a stall where you could purchase seafood prepared in various ways from, quickly ushered Jane and Bullet forward.
"[color=MediumPurple]Well, I suppose today can be your first time! Onwards![/color]" The man behind the grill smiled eagerly at the potential customers before going on about the quality of his produce and how it's the best stall in Crocus.
"[color=FireBrick]Two servings of fried squid thanks,[/color]" Bullet ordered, removing a leather wallet from the pocket of his robe. He turned his attention to Jane, "[color=FireBrick]Order whatever you want, it's our treat[/color]".