Ezekiel
Ezekiel could only blink at the guild master's sudden exit, gaze shifting over to the other man's shaking form as he seemed amused by the rather extreme reaction. As the reasoning was explained to him, Ezekiel nodded slowly, somewhat understanding, but still feeling lost at how a man strong enough to be a guild master could possibly be scared of cats. And how am I supposed to keep them away from him? They just tend to show-up.
Ezekiel's rumination on this problem was soon forgotten, however, as the dramatic cancelation of magic caught his attention. Looking up to see that two figures had appeared, Ezekiel didn't recognize them at all, but then again, he didn't have to. While he'd never seen there faces, the emotions of those around him, of awe, respect, and subservience, as well as the aura around the two was all that he needed to know that they were the King and Queen of Fiore. Ezekiel stayed silent as his impromptu guide said something about why the King and Queen were around and, apparently, stopping the conclusion of the Games. However, something didn't quite add up in what the man was saying, not to Ezekiel at least.
"I know that things aren't the best between Fiore and other nations, if only from casual hearsay, but wouldn't that mean it'd be good to show the strength of our guilds? If we showed ourselves to be strong after so long, then wouldn't it act as a deterrent against any other nations that would wish to do us harm?
@hatakekuro
Argus Leandros
Argus and Flint's conversation was cut short by the sounds of tents being packed up, taking a chance to look over at the rest of the encampment, Argus noticed how everyone seemed to be on the move.
"Whelp, looks like relaxation time's over." With a grunt of effort, Argus worked himself pack up, making his way over to help out with the preparations as best as he could. He may have been a bit invalid, but like hell was he going to laze around as long as he could still hobble around. "We'll have to continue this chat some other time. I'm sure we both have some good stories to tell, if nothing else."
And with a small salute, Argus waved good-bye to his new guild mate as he headed off to make himself some form of useful.
@The Wild West
In Crocus, Arena
Argus looked down at the rows people below him from atop the Arena walls, his three section staff in hand as he couldn't help the sting of annoyance currently soured his mood. He'd sped up his healing once they'd gotten within sight of Crocus so that, as soon as they were there, he'd be able to catch the closing moments of the games. However, instead of the bombastic finally he'd been hoping to witness, all he'd gotten was some royals killing the fun for everyone.
So now he sat above everybody, wondering what else he could do. He thought about heading to the Phoenix Wing stands, see if he could finally apologize to the chick with the glasses. However, such a trip would likely not end well is she still harbored some resentment, so he figured he'd save that for the 'ball' he heard one of the other members mention during the trip back. Sounded like the perfect place to apologize, given as how it ensured that neither of them would try to go at the others throats if things went sour again. . . hopefully. I really don't think I'd get off so lightly if I screwed at an event like this. Shit, what if they don't let me go? I mean, it's not the end of the world, but I really feel like I should apologize to this chick soon. Hmmm, I could always find someway to sneak in, the stronger members will likely be there as well, so I could probably get away with that part of the plan.
As Argus plotted, he'd start to make his descent back down to the city floor, using the handholds he'd made in the wall in order to ease his ascent, since he couldn't rocket himself up there anymore. Once he got about level with a nearby building, he'd extend his staff across the gap, and have it retract to pull him over. Unfortunately, he misjudged the distance a little, and overshot his target, causing him to lose his balance. He just managed to catch himself before he went over the other edge of the building, taking a moment to right his balance before he let out a sigh of relief.
From then on, he'd used the staff like a pole-vault, leaping from roof-top to roof-top in search for something to do as he made his way back to the Frenzy Plant H.Q.
@Lugubrious