Delsin breathed a sigh of relief as he and Ria finished their announcements to various levels of excitement and applause. There seemed to be a few discontents from all quarters who were displeased with this turn of events, but the majority of both guilds, as well as the townsfolk, all seemed to be on board with the idea of the joint S-Class trials, and the extra festival days that would accompany the announcement.
Wandering down the steps of the platform with Ria, he exchanged a couple of brief words with her about meeting up later to discuss further actions, before she was swept away by a tide of Harpies all pestering her with questions and comments about the coming trials. Watching her apologetically wave at him as she disappeared off into the crowd, Delsin waved back and then moved on to further business. He'd said that he wanted Vega to collect his own team members, but there was more than one layabout and solitary individual in Golem's Hand, and Delsin knew well that most of the other potential teams would be getting near to capacity even now, what with the number of people who were seeking to advance to the S-Class from his guild. His plan, therefore, was to get these floating members of his guild and hopefully get them interested in joining a team for the trials. One way or another, if enough people were interested in the trials, Vega would essentially have to become responsible for a sizable team if he still wanted to participate. What could possibly go wrong...
Speaking of solitary Golems, Delsin was broken from his train of thought by the sight of one of his guild members doing a handstand with an exceptionally odd expression on her face. Exceptionally odd was, of course, a very common description for Kage, and so hardly surprising to Delsin if he was being honest. Walking up to her, Delsin knelt down so he was closer to her eye level before speaking.
"...I'd tell you all the blood is rushing to your face right now, but with your mask I honestly can't tell. I'm not even going to ask why you're like this either, I just hope you heard the announcement from down there. With your recent success in the field by yourself, and on reasonably well paying jobs no less, I would be expecting that you'll be entering the S-Class trials. I think you'll appreciate the extra autonomy and the better lodgings in the S-Class only areas, given your...esoteric nature."Standing, Delsin lingered a moment, observing his odd guildmember for a moment before heading on into the crowd. The path carried him naturally back toward the guildhall, before he ran into some familiar faces. Jack had clearly taken his instructions to heart, and could be seen in conversation with his unfortunate drunk victim. Crossing through the crowd to meet them, Delsin started by addressing Jack.
"Well well, looks like you can be trusted to be responsible after all when the need arises after all. I'm impressed you've got him acting so sober to be honest. That aside, I assume both of you layabouts will be entering the trials as well? One of you will be in it for the challenge and the drinking money, and the other will be in it for the comfort of the S-Class lodgings and the freedom to be a professional layabout on the money you'd make on the S-Class jobs. Would that be about right?"Delsin winked conspiratorially at Damian after this before continuing with a grin,
"I hear the ladies are pretty keen on the vaunted title of S-Class too, just between you and I."
Mis mused. She mused long and hard about Ria's announcement. Working with the Golems? She was all for reconciliation between the guilds, and had forever been one of the loudest voices calling for an improvement of relations between the feuding guilds, but this seemed like a big leap. There were still many in both guilds who harbored strong negative feelings toward their opposing guildmembers, whether from scraps and fights, or derisive gossip and the like. When she'd heard earlier that the guilds would be having a joint event, she hadn't even considered the idea that there might actually be Golems introduced into her team. One way or another, she would have to keep her team as a group so they could keep working together. Dreadlin would be their best bet, since barely anyone was particularly close to him and also running in this trial.
As she was formulating a plan of action, Mis felt a cold sensation on her head, followed by a quiet comment from Ceri.
"...Ah, u-uhm. Mis you've...got...something in your hair..."Summoning a small floating mirror just above her head, Mis looked up to see Ceri, a mostly-eaten creme brulee, a partially spilled creme brulee, and a modestly sheepish face. Mis pouted up at her grumpily before pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket and wiping up the spilled desert with it.
"Goodness gracious, is this the thanks I get for all my good works? You can carry me next time for that stunt! Also you have to feed me some of your food as punishment; let it be a lesson to you~"The spillage somewhat sorted, Illedrith cast around to see if she could find who she was looking for. It didn't take long, as her guild's well-known lizardman not only stood out from the crowd in a spectacular fashion, but also just naturally had a small pocket of space around him from the townsfolk subconciously not straying all too close to him. Some habits die hard.
"Alright Ceri, hold on. The rest of you, come with me, we're off to find ourselves a team!"With that, Illedrith was off, weaving through the crowd as quickly as she could, leaving a path of rattled passerbys in her wake as she made a beeline for her target. When she got within twenty meters she called out to him as she closed the distance.
"Drreeeeeaaaaadlliiiinnnnn!!!!"Sliding to a halt in front of the enormous lizardman, Illedrith looked up at him and grinned.
"I hear you're in need of some teammates! Let me present to you a wondrous offer. At least four team members for the price of none! What a great deal! You won't get this sort of offer again, let me tell you."
