[COLOR=#00a651][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]E R I S  C A R I O S[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][b][color=00a651]Location:[/color][/b] Fenix Tear Main Base | [b][color=00a651]Interacting with:[/color][/b] [@Urizen] [@JrVader] [@Sho Minazuki][/sup][/INDENT]
The recurring nightmares, scattered and nonsensical as they may be, had taken a toll on Eris. The feeling of helplessness settled inside her heart, weighing heavily on it until she couldn't breathe. It had once been her parents, her friends, her closest companion, and now it had shifted to her guildmates, Azuria and Zeire, who she had come to care for like her own. The faces changed but one thing remained constant: she would always be out of reach, out of time, out of options.

Then it would all end with [i]her[/i]— like the devil on Eris's shoulder. Like a scene shifting back and forth with her mind creating false scenarios of fights that never occurred and of words that have never been exchanged. Like some sort of cruel joke, or maybe even a curse, as it stood as a constant reminder of what she had failed to do. 

Still, time marched forward as it always would.

So when she woke up in a cold sweat with the dark sky outside her window, she pressed on. With that, she prepared and headed out to start cooking up the guild's breakfast. She wasn't sure who would need it but it was always best to have some prepared just in case some starving guild member stumbled inside the kitchen without her around. She made sure to put some of their favorite food aside. Once that was all finished, she made her way to the meeting. 

Once everyone was out, Eris set out a small box of cookies for the remaining people left in the room. Her week was about to get a little bit hectic. After all, they were supposed to repair a bridge that hadn't been touched in the past century. On top of that, as far as she knew, Iceberg wasn't exactly on friendly terms with anyone so there was an even greater risk of them being there. She doubted holding up a white flag and telling them they were just a repair team would grant them any sort of immunity. Good thing Gwen was around.

She had caught Lucas on his way out to ask him to come with them. His library was sure to have some form of knowledge about the bridge that could help them. As long as she kept Gwen and Lucas in sight, maybe the two wouldn't grind each other's gears too much. That left one more spot and maybe the others already had extended an invitation to someone else. 

[color=00a651]"Running me ragged, huh, Guildmaster?"[/color] She joked as she leaned against a table. [color=00a651]"At least you didn't tell me I had a demonic fog raid on top of all that."[/color]