[right]Forests surrounding Rembrandt
April 13, X903
Suspicious Monster Sighting
[@Cello][@Lunarlord34][@Sanguine Rose][/right]

As Adelyn's magic aura flared up, her grimoire becoming something of a lightning rod, though not as effectively as she would have likely wanted, as blue lightning continued to hammer away at clearing, even as the red beast struggled to stand up. However, her efforts weren't in vain, as it bought time for Mark and Kiba to get a feel for everything happening. The only thing that no one properly accounted for, was Adelyn's counter attack as she screamed for someone to shut up, the beam of blue lightning striking with an unexpected ferocity. The impact caused a massive explosion that obscured the Sergeant's view of the beast and he frowned as he looked through his scope.

[i]Did she actually get it? No, we bounded that thing in close range with the heaviest ordinance we had, there's no way-[/i] As if to prove the Sergeant right, another beam of concentrated blue lightning arched towards Adelyn, aimed for her chest. Mark arrived just in time though, snatching her and Kiba away just in the nick of time as the giant bolt scorched the freshly abandoned earth. The beast howled and unleashed another storm as the red beast finally managed to regain its feet and howl back. The sergeant didn't move from his scope, though he did hear the call over the ear piece. "Negative, red beastie is up and challenging the lightning one. We're calling the mission, fall back. We didn't think the fucking thing would come looking for trouble."

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[right]Road to the Outpost
April 13, X903
Urgent Delivery-Rendezvous
[@Remram][@Sanguine Rose][/right]

"No, and I wouldn't anyways. This is a direct communications VOX, not a wide receiver model. I only get what I search out or get sent, but any abnormalities would be reported to us somehow. The artillery unit refusing support also has the base on edge and they're recommending we rest up at the outpost until they can ascertain what's going on. However, while we're ready to head straight back, we understand if you need or want to rest. I'm not an expert on magic, but I'm told using it takes a physical toll on you." He glanced over at Ria. "Miss Ria needs it the most I would think."

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[right]Rembrandt Township
April 13, X903 
Rising Starborn Guildhall
[@CitrusArms][@Squirrel98][@Remram][/right]

Jenna chuckled as the trio set to interacting with each other and the older members of the guild and went back to her office to retrieve the magical stamp that would grant the two new arrivals their own marks. As she walked back towards them, she found herself thinking over the one job on the board and frowning to herself. [i]The fishery is overrun by amphibious monsters, but Trinity said combat isn't her forte and I don't know anything about our two new arrivals. I could go with them myself, but there are matters here to attend to, with the Paladin himself visiting today...Oh wait![/i] Setting the stamp with Karma, the Wolf Takeover mage gently pulls Zen away. "I'll make sure he gets you a second helping, Evangeline. I just need to have a word with him in the kitchen briefly."

Once the pair were in the kitchen and out of immediate earshot, she sighed. "I need you to go with Trinity and potentially our other two new arrivals to the hatcheries."

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[right]Rembrandt Township
April 13, X903
Rembrandt Train Station
[@samreaper][@twave][@LunarLord34][/right]

Aylin listened to Akemi ramble with interest, having never been allowed to be unsupervised a moment in her life. Though many instances that the young girl described the young noble knew to technically be illegal, the stories were no less engaging or interesting and she knew she was hearing valuable life experience, though how it was valuable perhaps her bodyguard could explain later. The cooking would require investigation, perhaps a request to speak with this 'Zen' Miss Desdemona had mentioned the next time she was in Rembrandt. Meanwhile, her bodyguard watched the object that D'angelo had tossed with suspicion, though it didn't really do anything that he could tell aside from await the smack he mentioned. In the car ahead of the party's, the agitation grew as the cloaked figures moved from person to person, their antagonizing of the occupants into action against the person of import within the car bearing fruit, though the young noble girl hadn't actually done anything.