Fleo Plector – Phoenix Wing Stands
@ZarkunFleo nodded sagaciously.
”Ah, okay, I gotcha. I'm also sorta out here to see what the world has to offer. Actually, it's more or less my life goal. I had a pretty...confined childhood, so now that I can go wherever I want I'm making sure to take everything in I can. Places, people, culture, guilds, games, nothing's too lowly or obscure to be worthy of attention. The thought made her smile, and she looked out, not at the empty arena, but at the immense variety of people who wreathed it.
Though Indigo maintained her regal demeanor at first, her confidence began to ebb when Isla turned the situation around. Sure, the Librarian had ultimate power over Isla in terms of combat, but she also knew nothing about how the wretched girl's magic operated. One false move could mean the end of Ike. Even if she were to use an order to demand Isla's compliance, she couldn't be sure of a resolution that completely suited her. Without any clue how Paint Magic worked, Indigo couldn't issue a specific order, and the more broad an order was the easier it was to find loopholes, abuse wiggle room, and generally not cooperate.
Gingerly, Indigo picked up the painting and tucked it beneath her arm. Though the situation seemed impossible, she knew that with enough time Ike would be freed. True soldiers didn't leave one another behind. When Isla mentioned restoring her leg, however, the Librarian was able to look down the bridge of her nose imperiously at her and sneer,
”It seems like neither of us will be able to get exactly what we want. I suspect my magic has severed the nerves that allow you to use your leg. They'll be fixed in time, just like Ike.” The Librarian gave Isla a mocking bow before turning and striding away. As she went, she called to the people who remained around the painting booth,
”Trust this girl at your own peril. She is as good as a demon who feeds on pride and steals you away.” A few moments later, and Indigo was gone. There had been no flashy magic, no monologues about the power of friendship, and no fight, but all the same justice had triumphed over a small evil.
”You know the west entrance to the arenya? There's a whole heap of vendors down nya, including the churros!”None other than Ni Rensa had appeared by Argus's left side. In the middle of the great lull that had settled over the Doma Flau due to the paucity of spectacles, the War Sphinx still looked excited and upbeat. She'd been utterly tickled by the Crimson Demon's comment about her appearance, and having followed him up toward Enma, proved only too happy to keep on talking.
”You left so fast, I didn't get to thank nya for the compliment! Nyobody's really scared of me or anyathing like that, but usually the only people who go outta their way to talk to me are the...” Ni Rensa's face grew terribly serious all of a sudden, even developing a
sharp-toothed scowl.
”...the fur fetishists.” Clearly, this soldier didn't shy away from saying whatever came to mind. She fixed Argus with a glance that said
Can you believe it? ”I mean, seriously. Isn't it obvious that I'm a meanya ceruleanya fightin' machinya? But whatever! Who the heck are you?” After changing topics, her features were once again their bright, inquisitive selves.
In reply to Eve's suggestion Nero offered an affirmative nod.
”I'm always down for downtime. What do you think, Aya?” As of yet, Ayame had not responded either to the other dark mages' presence or words. He hoped a period of isolation from her friends, even if very brief, hadn't locked her into some sort of 'panic mode' where she'd allowed her shyness and anxiety to overwhelm her mind. The idea popped into Nero's head that he'd definitely be able to remove those problematic traits from her psyche, but immediately afterward the genie chastised himself for the thought. The Law of Manifestation wasn't something to be used on friends in any situation short of a dire emergency.