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You Can Become a Hero!

Yasuhide Seo WIP

S e o

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Yasuhide Seo

_Age

15

_Origin

TBD

_{Physical Description}

Seo's a mostly average looking for a boy his age, standing at around 5'5 and tending towards pretty average clothes for the most part. Stuff like grey jeans, button-up shirts, light mono-color jackets, and so on. He does have some form of vanity though, often tying up his hair in a messy rat-tail style whenever he goes out. His eyes are a warm golden haze in coloration and tend to light up anytime he uses his quirk, though when he gets tired, they tend to fade into a strange dull grey as if to symbolize his lack of energy. The only other notable thing to mention about him, however, is the rather nasty looking scar that covers the base of his throat and is extended down the whole of his chest by a set of surgical scars. While this injury is mostly healed and doesn't keep him from doing strenuous activity, he has long since lost his ability to speak because of the damage to his vocal cords.

Aside from that, he's often seen wearing a few patches attached to his belt that hold a number of metal balls of varying sizes, as well as his trusty Aluminum bat, -kun.

_{Characterization}

Most people wouldn't think that Seo had been through a traumatic event just by talking to him. He jokes around, goes out to hang with people, plays pranks, and in general doesn't seem to take much of anything seriously. However, those who he used to be close to him know that things aren't quite the same as before. He's more distant than before, never really calling anyone by a nickname that isn't itself some kind of joke, despite being the type to think of pet names to the point of annoyance. When he goes out with others he often doesn't interact beyond the occasional word, seeming to be there more to keep up with what's expected rather than any desire to actually be there.

Not only that but there are times where he can take his jokes a bit further than is in good taste. It's not a purposeful thing, often only happening when he gets overwhelmed by a situation or when he finds himself feeling irritated with the person in question. He often feels guilty about the words as soon as they leave his mouth, but rarely tries to make amends or take them back. This isn't because he's too prideful to admit wrong-doing,but because he doesn't see much point in trying to cover up for his behavior. The action has been done, the words can't be taken back and any attempt to soften the blow of them likely rings hollow. So he lives with the fallout and tries to act like he either doesn't care about what he said or that he didn't realize that he'd don't in the first place.

_{Personal History}

Seo was just a regular kid. He had a crush, he watched movies, idolized heroes, and dreaded school. He often told himself this as he traveled to his father's place of residence in one of his many stints of running away from home. He told himself this every time his dad had to drive him home, lecturing him about how he shouldn't make trouble for his mother's new family. . . but never before stopping for some ramen or takoyaki from a local stand.

Seo knew that his dad had been involved in something dangerous a while back, his mother had often told him such whenever he came back along with all the other troubles his leaving had caused for her and her new husband and their new daughter. But he'd always thought that the hero who hung around his dad's house would protect him. That's why he was there, after all. As such, it was a chilling experience when he came to his father's home only to find that no hero was nearby and the door had been broken down. What happened afterward was a blur of action, fear, and desperation. Seo recalls running inside, he recalls calling for help and even recalls a vague shape of a person standing over a still figure on the ground. A thick metallic scent hanging over it all, followed by an immense pain in his chest.

When he woke up in the hospital, the world felt. . . so much greyer. People apologized, though no one he knew and no one who was too sorry to not talk about his father when they thought he couldn't hear. Another thing that Seo remembers was how he had only seen his mother once or twice during his stay in the hospital, with hardly a word to say. But for Seo, the only thing that made him angry was whenever the hero came by. They tried to excuse themselves, to apologize, to ask forgiveness from a 13-year-old boy that might as well have been an orphan now. Instead, Seo just stayed quiet. Some doctors told him he couldn't talk, some others told him he wouldn't talk because of what he saw. But the only thing Seo cared about was returning to a normal if different life. His father was never one to grieve, so why should he?

The only thing he wanted to do right now was to prove that he was better than the hero who'd failed his dad. That's what he told himself every time he woke up to from a dream of that night, every time he felt a hard ball of emotion settle in the base of his gut. He didn't waste time before he started to study up on all of the hero schools and requirements. There was no time to rest, no time to process, no time to really feel as if he'd lost someone. As long as he kept working, kept pushing himself to be better than he was before. . . then his dad was right by his side, cheering him on like he always did.

At least. . . that's what he told himself.

_{Character Development & Conceptualization}

Seo s basically a big ball of issues pushed into a mostly chipper package. He does truly want to be a hero to help others, but deep down, he also just. . . feels a lot of anger and frustration with no clear target to point at so he makes a boogeyman of the villain that killed his father and stole his voice. It's a strange grey area where he wants to be a hero for both the right and wrong reasons.

As a result of this, I think he'll be fun to play with because his nature is innately somewhat two-faced and unknowingly antagonistic at times. He wants to help people and definitely feels that it's an important aspect of a hero to be like that, but at the same time, losing one of the few people he genuinely fosters a connection with after dealing such a cold home environment makes him naturally defensive to anyone trying to connect with him further. He can put on a face of friendship and lip service, but if people try to pull back the curtain, he tends to get a bit aggressive in his jokes and pranks, lashing out to keep people away so he doesn't have to risk losing someone again.

Abilities & Talents

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_{Quirk Type}

Emitter

_{Quirk Description}

Pole-tergeist:Pole-target
Named by Seo after a few haunted house pranks, it's a quirk that is simple in execution but deceptively versatile in the ways it can be used. In its most basic form, this quirk allows him to place special markings on anything he touches with his palm or the back of his hand, imbuing them with a positive or negative charge. After the mark has been placed, he can activate it with a thought, connecting it to another active mark and causing an interaction between them based on whether the charges are the same of different. If the charges are different then the marked objects will pull towards each other, but if the charges are the same, then they'll push away from each other instead.

On top of that base premise, however, Seo has figured out how to do a few neat things with his ability due to experimenting with his quirk. Firstly, he can build up a stronger charge inside his body before placing a mark or activating one of the marks on his hands, causing it to emit a stronger magnet effect on whatever mark it's connected to. So instead of two objects interacting equally on each other, the stronger force overwhelms the opposing force first, and then the rest of the force is transferred over, meaning that he often needs to double the amount of energy if he wants to completely negate any blowback from his quirk, something that can obviously be very draining.

His other trick is that if he's wielding a metal object, he can use it as an extension of his body by pushing a constant charge through it. The charge allows him to place marks on others by making contact with the metal object, and the charge remains for about 30 seconds after leaving his hands, enabling him to throw these objects at others in order to mark them, thou the mark placed is usually weaker than his normal mark.

_{Other Talents & Attributes}

Atheletic: A baseball enthusiast like his father, Seo still tries to work in some practice here and there, not wanting to let his new desire to be a hero completely degrade his skill in his favorite hobby. He's a better pitcher than he is a batter, able to throw fastballs of up to 90mph with decent consistency.

Street Artist: Having spent more time traveling across Japan rather than staying at home, Seo used to have a few . . . questionable friends before the incident. While there life choices weren't something he agreed with, he enjoyed his time with them and still practice some of what they taught him, though he always tries to choose places to do it where it won't be quite as disruptive to the public. Abandon buildings and warehouses that are far from the public eye. He's. . . not great, but he's getting better. He doesn't practice on a large scale that much anymore, but it still takes some time to just chill out to an album after an intense workout or a real bad nightmare.

Foreign Music Enthusiast: Another aspect that he picked up from his street friends is an appreciation for foreign music, mostly hip-hop and the like. He doesn't really understand most of what he hears, but he looks up translations and relates to a good chunk of what a lot of the singers talk about. He finds the beats to be pleasant and likes to listen to it whenever he's exercising, painting, or whenever he needs to relax and just not think about anything for a while.

Self-sufficient: Seo's friends often joke that he'd make for a good housewife given that he's pretty good at doing housework for a boy his age. He often has to cook for himself, though he often sticks to small low-cost meals that are quick and don't take many ingrediants to work with due to having low funds and being on the move more often than not. He's pretty good with reading a map, often memorizes train schedules by heart, and often has a pack full of camping supplies in his room in case he ever needs to be alone for a few days.

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Dab

A Worldbuilding Exercise [Private]

Again sensations trembled through the earth, rousing the being as it felt something coil through its formless consciousness.

Irritation.

Shifting and writhing within the land's veins of magic, it lashes out. Mana surges forth, twisting and tearing at the earth, winds, and sky with its rage.

Action: Shape Climate

I4- Eternal Storm raging over the entire square, with only a single center of calm within the center

H21- Wild Magic pours into the area, dangerous and uncontained it lashes out at anything and everything, causing strange disfigurations within the area. A very hazardous place.

Action: Shape Land

P6- Rising upward into the sky and down into the earth are strange black crystals that spread like a disease. The largest of these crystals is an ebon spire that can be seen from miles upon miles away. From time to time, the stones pulse with red and golden energy, as if about to burst, before soon settling once more.

S5- A massive canyon range is carved into the earth, possessing cavernous caves within the rock faces that reached deep into the bowels of the land.

Points remaining: 1 of 11

A Worldbuilding Exercise [Private]

Within the bowels of the land . . . something stirs. It is slight, with little purpose or direction, reacting to something it does not know. Yet from the veins of the world, pulsing with the rush of magival power, it begins to think. It begins to wonder. It begins to form.

Nothing happens . . ..for now.

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

Bludmach: Outskirts

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As things seemed to settle into quiet. All that could be heard between the 4 was the gurgling of swamp gas and the ethereal creak of Klaus’ spiritual vessel sinking into the displaced muck of the marsh. As Kvasir stomped over to the finish of the creature, however, he’d find nothing but a few small red beads that seemed to have adorned the monster, cracked from the force of the impact.

Malon, lifting himself up with a pained groan as he did his best to get the most of the caustic gunk off of any exposed part of himself as he could with a gloved hand, looked around with a rather nervous energy.

“Hey, uh. . . Mr. Wolfman? Can that ship of yours fly by any chance? I don’t think the cart is going to be in proper shape af-GACK.” The soft-spoken Marsh Runners' words were cut off as a black tendril wrapped itself around his neck and slammed his head down onto the ground with a hard thud. His body went limp as from beneath him, the creature rose, though it’s figure was more. . .transparent than it had before. For Kvasir and Klaus, however, very little time would be afforded to ponder such things, as a sudden pressure around their ankles was all the warning they’d get before their legs were ripped out from underneath them, two more figures rising above them. Amorphous blobs of transparent mist and shadows with a pulsating red core at their center, the surprise attack would be followed by even more tendrils coiling around the two men in an attempt to push them into the caustic muck.

The most solid one, however, did not seem intent on staying. With a swiftness, it gathered up the limp body of Malon and started to fly across the Marsh in a jet of inky blackness, aiming to leave with the Runner rather than continue the fight.
@Asura@Severance@OwO

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White Harbor

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Team Bessie: Quest Start

As Serena gives a wave to see you on your quest, the three of you make your way to the docks. The sounds of waves breaking against the dock supports are nearly masked by the hustle and bustle of the excited fisherman looking eagerly towards the water and busy dock workers moving to and fro.

The reasoning for this excitement was quick to show itself, however, as from the depths of the bay a rather large creature sprung forth from the water jaws snapping at something overhead before it fell back into the waves. Waves that now rushed towards the dock, building up into some rather massive crests as they surged forth. However, before they could even get close, an array of runic sigils would pop up a little distance away from the docs, holding the massive surge of water back. If they looked, the group would see that on little rowboats not to far away from the barrier were a few men holding out there hands, likely the ones maintaining the barrier.

One such rowboat was pulling up to dock now, carrying in a rather exhausted looking young man who barely seemed to manage enough strength to tie his boat to the supports.

@Sanguine Rose@j8cob@pkken

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

Bludmach: Outskirts

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Klaus’ maneuver proved more than enough to protect the Marsh runner from a grisly fate, though the surge of muck that followed his ghostly vessel launching itself forward from below did send him flying once more with a very audible scream. To his credit, the man did manage to act on Klaus’s words as he soared, tucking himself into a ball-shape so as to minimize both exposure and impact damage if he did make an impact with the ground.

The black beast, however, would find itself getting properly keel-hauled as the ethereal vessel ran aground on top of it with a rather nasty crunch. The ship would slide forward a few feet before coming to a halt, the short burst of excitement quickly falling into silence as nothing seemed to happen in the wake of the ambush.

Was it dead?
@Asura@OwO@Severance

White Harbor

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Clara

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Arc,” Clara said, though somewhat distracted by the slight commotion going on back at the guildhall. It seemed like someone had gotten into a fair spot of trouble with their. . . Aunt? The reporter couldn’t quite tell but pushed the event out of her mind, for now, and focusing her attention on the small group that seemed to have formed around her. “So, if we’ve got nothing to talk about while we walk. . . how about a little impromptu interview? No hard questions, I promise, but now that I don’t have to worry about that Serena hovering over me, I feel a bit more free to ask a few.”

“For example. . . how did all of you come to join Winter’s Blade? Most of you don’t seem like Harborites. . . at least, not to me.”
@Inkarnate@Grey@Hero@KiwiTime

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Serena and Aiden

“Well now, looks like the lot of you have a proper plan going.”Serena chuckled, taking the glass back from Cade with a nod. At Ria’s little speech, her smile tapered off a bit, but only for a moment before she continued speaking. “Now then, since the reporter has gone and run off with Nia and Star boy, I guess I’m going to have to tell Aiden he can st-”

Before she could finish her sentence, the doors to the Guild Master’s office blew open with a burst of frigid air that coursed through the whole of the guildhall and giving everyone, even the newly protected party, a bit of a shiver. That was not all the came, however, as the gust was followed by a squad of flying shapes that darted and swooped around the hall to spread a faint dusting of glistening ice particles to fall gently through the air like a rain of sparkles(to the delight of children in the hall and the mumbled groan of a few adults as they hugged their coats tighter). The flying shapes would land, one after another, on the banister before the guild master’s office, revealing themselves to be rather immaculately carved dynamic Ice-Make sculptures of Falcons as Aiden made his entrance. Dressed in a large fur white fur coat that melded with his own mane of white locks so well it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began, with some rather fine clothes presented underneath, he nearly looked the part of a regal guild master.

Almost. . . if not for the child-like grin that broke his face apart as he set one foot on the railing, whipping a hand out in greeting as he made prepared himself to make an announcement.

“Peeeeeople of Winter’s Blade!! I would like you all to wel-”

“She’s gone.” You could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed Serena’s statement as Aiden hung there, mid-pose.

“She’s . . . huh?”

“She’s gone. Left to follow a request with Arc, Nia, and a few others. . . I think I might’ve scared her off, not gunna lie.”

An audible groan followed shortly after Serena’s statement as the guild master let his arm drop limply to his side, blowing a stray strand of hair from his face.

“Well. . . at least she’s in good company. I trust that whoever she’s with will give her a great impression of us.” With a slight shake of his head and a light tap to the cheek, Aiden regained his good mood and continued his momentum. With a strange level of grace for the towering man, he flipped over the railing as his Ice-make creations took flight behind him, each one moving to just where he’s about to land before he gets there to act as another jumping-off point as he traversed across the breadth of the hall in a matter of moments before finally landing down at his destination: right beside Kim to watch Mrs. Bloomberg make her exit.

“Which means I can take a moment to ask what seems to be the problem between you and Mrs. Bloomberg?” He knelt down beside the boy, taking a look towards the door, then Serena before settling back to Kim with an almost expectant glance. “Something you want to tell me?”
@Sanguine Rose@j8cob@pkken@Leslie Hall

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

MISSION BOARD

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MISSION	SUMMARY	MEMBERS	STATUS
Beast of the Bludmach ☆☆☆☆	In recent times, a string of assaults have taken place within the Marshes of Bludmach, leading to severe food and water shortages. Head to the City and find out who or what is behind these attacks.	ELDRID, KLAUS, KVASIR	IN PROGRESS
A Light in the Dark ☆☆☆	White Harbor is no stranger to bizarre happenings or disappearances, to many it's just part of life here. However, Thoronia Whitecliff's son has gone missing and she won't just sit down and accept it.	ARTURUIS, LEE, KARNA, NIA	IN PROGRESS
Delivery ☆	A local tradesman would like to have some added security as he travels to Hilgerd. Talk of bandits along those roads.	TRIXIA	IN PROGRESS
Pop Goes the Weasel ☆☆	A pest infestation has come along with the spring time weather. Give these White Harbor men a hand at getting rid of 'em.	---	PENDING
Drive off Big Bessie ☆☆☆	Big Bessie has come around for her yearly frolick, but the sea hasn't been as plentiful as we like with her bounty this season. It's been two weeks, so if you could drive her off for a bit, it'd be great.	RIA, WILL, CADE	IN PROGRESS

_{Credit to Hero}

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Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

Serena

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"Give the kid a break, grumpy." Serena rolled her eyes as Caderyn glared down Arc as if he wanted to vaporize him with the strength of his gaze along. "I don't get what you have against the kid. He's a bit loud, sure, but harmless for the most part. . . and makes for good eye candy for a few of the village girls if the rumor mill is anything to go by. Makes good business when they come and try to talk to the dolt."

With that said, the red-haired woman looked over to see that Claire was still talking with Nia, but didn't seem to be taking down any notes like you'd expect an interviewer to do. Taking a sip from one of the glasses in front of her, Serena wondered what the spectacled reported had in mind but decided to leave her to it. She had done her part in setting everything up and telling Aiden that the girl was here, so everything else was up to him.

"Before Ria comes and collects you both, either of you wants this drink? Seems like Nia and Company are stealing our reporter away from us and I'd hate to see it go to waste."

@j8cob@pkken@Sanguine Rose

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"Glad to see you guys don't lose your sense of humor around here." Claire couldn't help but join Nia in her laughter as the strange blonde started to pose for seemingly no reason. She gave a nod of acknowledgment to Nia and Lee as she followed them over, risking a glance over at Serena as she did so. Seemed like the redhead wasn't moving to intercept her, so she was likely free to proceed with the group on their job. Glancing over at Lee, she couldn't help but notice another figure skulking around along the edges of the guildhall, with little lights that acted in a similar fashion to the stranges. . . illusions she wanted to say that the pale man had around him.

"Uh. . . excuse me for assuming but. . . do you know that little girl over there? The one with the lights popping in and out of sight over her head?"

@Hero@Grey@KiwiTime

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Road to Hilsgerd

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For one Trixia Blackfang, the last few days had been. . . less than stellar. Two days of nothing but watching the scenery go by, chilly nights on the roadside, a rather tasteless campfire broth, and similarly unappetizing trail rations. So far, the rest of today seemed likely to just be more of that as she sat on the back of the wagon while the trader that had requested the job managed the oxen pulling them along with nary a word to say. The entire trip he'd been fairly quiet and averse to conversation, speaking only in one or two words responses at best.

"HEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyy Trixie. . . whatcha lookin' at?"

Odin

(Un)Fortunately, the man's son, Odin, proved to be much more sociable sort, having poked and prodded at the young girl for details and stories about how the guild was like, about her magic, about her life before the guild, and any other number of topics that a young merchant's son could think of as he tried his best to either get to know or irritate the girl. At present, he was sitting next to his father, turned around to give the young girl one of his beaming over-exuberant smiles.

"I can't wait to show you the sights at Hilsgerd. Most people tend to think it's just a sleepy little town, but I'm telling you that if you know where to look, it can be quiet the fun little destination." He continued without even giving her room to really answer, gesturing to the road ahead where one could just make out the signature Windmill that marked the boundary town. While explicitly on the border between this region and the rest of Fiore proper, it was the first major settlement that people from Fiore are likely to pass through and as a result, often sees quite a bit of trade flowing through it. "There's that one pie shop that mother always loved to visit, the minstrel shows that play around midday, not to mention sneaking up to the old windmill. Oh, and let's not forget. . . "

And so the boy would likely continue, spouting off about all of the mundane little pleasure to be found in the town unless Trixie saw fit to interrupt him.

@Quincy

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Bludmach: Outskirts

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As the trio got themselves sorted out after their tumble in the back of the wagon, Klaus and Eldrid both would be made privy to another noise entering the marshlands, if only just so. Hidden in between the bursts of toxic bursts. . . a low grumble that was coming from. . . below. They would have only an instant to react before the entire wagon was suddenly launched skyward, flipping end over end and sending any unable to react in time soaring as well. Where the wagon had been situated, a shadowy creature stood instead, its form flickering as if it was not but a mirage brought on by the toxic swamp gases.

But the strength which had launched the wagon was very much real and so was the toxic muck that some of the crew was about to fall into. Contact with the red mud with any exposed flesh would bring forth an almost searing pain as the caustic stuff began to eat away at their very flesh. Malone, for his part, was already getting ready to break his fall, curling into a ball to disperse as much of the force from landing as he could manage. That, mixed with the soft nature of the soil, made it so the force of the fall would not be too bad for anyone taking similar precautions, though it still knocked the wind out of him upon impact, seemingly unable to get up right away as he tried to catch his breath.

They would be given scarely a moment to breath, however, as the creature continued its assault by tearing a path straight towards the weakest link in the group: Malon.

@Severance@OwO@Asura

Winter's Blade: A Fairy Tail RP

Aiden

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Aiden's office was a rather spartan room, lacking in decoration, adornment, and even furnishings aside from the large oaken desk situated towards the back od it. A desk that, at the moment, was completely covered in piles of paperwork stacked so high, it was impossible to tell upon walking in that someone was even sitting in the chair. However, the soft mutterings and slight snores that rung out from behind it was enough to confirm the Guildmaster's presence within.

As Ria walked up to Aiden, she'd find him face down against his desk, a quill still in hand as he seemed to have fallen asleep in the middle of his work. However, as soon as she moved to shake him awake the man would come to consciousness with a start, his head shooting up to scan the room in a slight panic. However, as he turned to see it was only Ria at his side, his features relaxed into a sheepish smile as he pushed himself up off of the desk.

"Oh, it's just you Ria," He chuckles while taking care to peel off the paper that had stuck to his face in his sleep, making a face at the smeared ink as he set down. "Uh, go on and tell Serena I'm on my way. I need to make myself look a tad more. . . presentable."

Making a gesture for the young dragonslayer to leave, Aiden got up and made for a little side door in his office, meaning to clean himself up in the sink and perhaps get a new set of clothes situated.

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"Oh hush, Sorcerer's Weekly isn't all fluff. . . and even if it is, they're the most read publication in Fiore so what they say still matters. As for Bessie, some folk around her claim closer to a dragon than a fish, not that I put much stock in it." Serena said with a shake of her head as she watched Ria head off to wake up Aiden, letting her eyes drift across the guildhall in search of Claire. Her brow raised a bit as she saw her engaged with Nia, but after watching the two interact for a bit, she shrugged it off to instead keep talking to Cade. "That said, I hope you aren't planning to sit back and let Ria and Will do all the heavy lifting. If so, I can't imagine the Guildmaster wou-"

Before Serena could continue with her accusation, or what she was getting to with them, the guildhall doors would burst open as one Winter's Blade's more enthusiastic members came in. He was about a whole day late, but the casks of ale and sack of coins the young man brought with him spared him the worst of Serena's ire.

"You're lucky I like you, kid, else I'd run your ass over the coals for staying out all night. I had to calm the guild master down about 50 times, he was so worried about ya." Despite her scolding, Serena kept up a smile as she watched Arc make his pronouncement though it fell a bit as she listens to what he was actually calling for. It was a tragic turn of events, to be certain, and she could only hope that Arc and whoever went with him managed to get the boy back in one piece . . . or at the very least, put Thoronia's worries to rest on the fate of her child. Luckily, Serena was brought out of her small funk by Will's appearance and quickly put on a smile to mask her misgivings. She didn't want to ruin anyone's day with thoughts of grim realities that might not even come to pass.

"Ria actually beat you here, but I sent her off on a little errand to get our illustrious Guild Master ready for an interview. I'm sure she'll be down soon enough and you can all be on your way to giving Bessie the nudge she needs to get out of the bay and back to her mama."

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"I can see that." Claire chuckled as she watched the blonde hair boy make his entrance, unsure quite to make of the odd mix of outgoing personality and strangely demure politeness he showed. However, upon hearing the kind of mission that the young man was calling recruits for. . . an idea came to mind for the young reporter. A gleam enters her eye as she tapped her stylus against her Lacrima-journal, seeming to wrestle with the thought of what would be more preferable before settling on her next course of action with a nod. "If you don't mind me asking. . . are you planning to join him on that request? Because I think that, as much as I'd love to sit down and do a few interviews, the best way to get a view of how a guild function is to watch it in action."

Plus, I don't have to worry about Serena trying to mess with my head the whole time to get me to give this place a favorable review.

@pkken@Severance@Hero@j8cob@Grey@Sanguine Rose