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The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

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The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

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The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Phillis Circus: Big Top - Somewhere Backstage

Even though Tammie had wiped out as much fire as she could, some still continued to spread along the seats - and the smoke itself began to seep backstage at a gross pace. Eric and Baltimore weren't the only people in the back who sniffed out the brewing smoke.

Both Vance and Guinevere rushed to the scene wordlessly, through the maze of the backstage. Thankfully they knew their routes, though even if they hadn't, the smell and piling smog made their destination obvious. A handful of performers passed by the two, coughing into their arms or holding their collars over their mouths. Some passed by them without acknowledgement while others stopped what they were doing to ask the ringmasters if they were okay. Guinevere nodded back to each question affirmatively, a hesitant smile across her green lips - but Vance ignored them all. They never stopped running.

Not until they ran into a wall. Or at least, what felt like a wall.

They had reached one of the few corridors that led directly to the big 'backstage' room just outside the performance area. It was almost within reach. And yet, they couldn't push themselves forward. Vance pulled himself back, angrily rubbing his head. "What is this!?"

Guinevere had a more delicate approach. She reached for the air before her, the air that Vance had slammed himself right into, and pointed at it. The skin along her finger bunched up as if she was stroking a glass surface. Her expression unchanging, she pulled her hand back. "It seems as though someone does not want us to join the ruckus."

Vance snarled and about-faced, preparing to take a neighboring corridor. Guinevere followed after. They charged right back into the previous room and into the curtain opposite to the one they had just taken. As Vance pressed into the next curtain, however, the fabric shifted with his movement but ultimately led into a wall, causing another needless head injury.

The brother pulled back once more, shutting his eyes to the blurs around him. Guinevere once again stepped forward, and brushed the curtain aside to see into the next room. Once again, absolutely nothing stood between the curtain and the room it revealed, but it felt as though a brick wall cut off their route.

And within that room was a little girl in a cutesy dress, looking back at them.



She held her arms up defensively, though without confidence. Her palms were shown to them, flattened. And behind her stood that godforsaken man whom they caught trespassing earlier. None of the others that were with the niece formerly were in sight.



Guinevere frowned, but said nothing.

Baltimore took this time to yank her uncle's wrist and dart into the next room, out of the Phillis siblings' sight. Once they were seemingly safe, Baltimore instantly dropped Eric's wrist and began to motion wildly with her arms and hands.

Eric's eyes widened with shock. "Wait, you want me to go out there? To the stage? But what about you?"

Again Baltimore motioned with her hands, this time also pointing to other areas within the tent. Her intention to resume exploring the Big Top alone despite the danger present was clear. She just wanted the confirmation from her dear uncle.

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Phillis Circus: Big Top - Onstage

Isabella was charging right at him - right at him - yet in the nick of time, he was saved. Pushed out of danger's way in a fell swoop. It was that sexy chick! She had managed to dodge Sammie's katana in time to save his life from hell. A look of both disbelief and gratitude crossed his features as he realized what was happening - these guys actually believed him and adhered to his dangerous plan.

As he rolled to his feet, Crispin was quick to rejoin the game. "Thanks," he called out as he followed in after Aria's setup. He would have to thank the big mama later for taking his hit. The illusionist had crouched down, attempting to sweep Isabella off her feet. During this, Crispin leapt over her, his arm reeled back and sizzling hot. Then he struck forward with a flaming hot punch. If Aria's kick didn't get her, then he would...!

In the meantime, Lute's interference would not go unnoticed.



With one of Sammie's blades grounded now, thanks to the virtuoso's soundwave, the magician chucked the other into the air and swept her hat from below her. She held it out, its opening facing skyward - and the katana dropped right into it, without cutting through the other side. It had been stored away instantly. Instead of propping her hat back onto her head however, she continued holding it out to the side.

Despite her outbursts earlier, Sammie opted out of even dignifying that white-haired rascal with any words. It was time to teach these assholes a lesson! The magician suddenly reached back into her hat and, from it, began flinging short-lived fireballs in Lute's direction. Whatever missed his body immediately singed a chair behind him. With every throw, Sammie stepped closer to him.



Having finished trying to wipe out flames eating away one section of seats, Tammie let out a big sigh. She turned around... only to find Sammie flinging the fire she just stowed away back out into the open and setting more seats aflame. Well, at least all the civilians were escorted out the tent! "Nooooo Sammie, what are you...! I just...! UGH! YOU PEOPLE ARE ALL JERKS."

Before she could whine any further, she spotted a red blur making its way down the steps as opposed to fleeing like the other civilians. Even though she didn't look armed, she was still going to cause trouble if she joined into the battle as opposed to flee... even if she did help her and her brother escort the guests out as safely as they could. With an audible grunt, Tammie chased after her. Being much more small and nimble to Estelle, she caught up with her quickly and cut her off from joining the assailants onstage or in the pit.

Tammie extended both arms (and legs) outward, a makeshift block to prevent Estelle from passing her apparently. "Hey you! Stop right there! Don't make me hurt you!" It didn't look like she was going to stop anytime soon though, so (clumsily) she mimicked her sister and pulled something out from her hat while it was still atop her head: the same katana Sammie had just re-stored. She then held it before her with both hands. Incorrectly, of course.



Unlike his sisters, Cammie made his way outside instead, following after Max's outburst with two of the assailants. He hadn't seen the lean one get touched at all by Max, and yet there he was, sailing high in the sky along with his red-haired friend. Either Max's power was more complex than Cammie thought, or something else weird was going on there. Nonetheless, with a nod to Poppy, he charged after the sky-high fighters and tried to keep under them as best as he could while they were still clumped together.

Taco's Borderlands Hunt! [ Casual +, Ignore Post Count ]

I'm still here! You said you've been swamped/busy, so I figured you were catching up with things. ^^ Hope you feel better soon!

I'm so jell you went to PAX. :| But that's okay, I went to SDCC earlier this year dressed as a psycho. :D In exchange for not playing any new BL demos, I got MVP in my team's Borderlands laser-tag~ *insert further boasting here* Glad to hear BL helped arm you for FPS games though! Ever since playing as Zer0, I've been crazy with using melee in games, which I never did beforehand. So I don't doubt it's had some sort of effect on you too, hahaha!

I started with 2 as well! I moved to 1 after a friend agreed to play it with me, but I was never motivated enough to continue onwards myself after he swapped to the ps4. Traitor. ¬.¬

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

No worries, Kathi! Don't be staying up too late to post >o< Especially now that school's started!

I'm definitely going to start posting earlier once classes roll over next week. My sleeping schedule is still a bit screwy right now thanks to late work nights and trying to work things out with Riley's fluids (poor thing's getting worse :/) - but I won't be able to keep that act up much longer after break ends. >< I hope my transitioning won't hamper on anyone else's posting schedule!

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Phillis Circus: Big Top - Onstage

While Isabella had Crispin in a chokehold, Sammie strode up to him as well. As if Isabella's stare - sharper than the knife in her hand - weren't enough, the magician's outburst was sugar on time. Throughout both of the girls' screams, Crispin, choking, reached up for Isabella's wrist and futilely attempted to shove it away.

"Is this what you wanted? Is this what you wanted??" Sammie opened her arms. An introduction to a screaming madhouse that was supposed to be family-friendly fun for all. "You've demolished us! You've demolished our home, our lives! I swear to Magis, if you so much as even move, I'm gonna castrate you! And it's gonna hurt like a bitch!!"

Crispin could barely sputter a response. "Wh, what, you didn't - hack - think I'd... rebel after you... cramped me up in...?" His rebuttal was cut short as Isabella forced her grip down on the pyro even harder, threatening to flatten his neck right against the stage floor.

"We didn't think you'd be so stupid to try and kill everyone! You're a monster!"

Steam suddenly escaped from the acrobat's wrist, rising into the air and dissipating into the brewing smog. Hot, hot, hotter - Isabella's skin around Crispin's own weak grip, as well as her palm around his throat, both began to glow a chili red. So too did the pyro's own palms and neck. It was sudden, stinging sharply, causing her to loosen her grip just barely despite herself. But that was all Crispin needed to forcefully roll himself out of her grasp and into the open. He stumbled onto his feet, nearly collapsing again, but fought with all his might to keep himself standing.

His vision blurred, but he couldn't let them know that. Crispin hacked and sputtered before speaking up again. When Sammie and Isabella moved to go after him, the pyro put his fists up defensively. The brass outlying his knuckles shined from the lively flames surrounding them. "Me!? I'm not - the one locking everyone up! You... honestly think I wasn't going to do this!?"

Despite his defensive stance, Sammie marched up to him, her own fists trembling with each step. "The hell are you talking about!? You're the one who wanted to join us!" One of Abram's pets - a panda - charged frantically in front of Sammie, cutting her off from Crispin. The bear growled and whined with panic, tossing his head to and fro and he tried to figure out what to do. With a grunt both angry and sympathetic to the poor bear, Sammie could only step aside so Crispin could be in her sights again. This time, she pointed vehemently in his direction. "That's it, isn't it!? That was your gig the whole time - joinin' some big ol circus family just to burn them all down! You're sick!"

The amount of shock written on Crispin's face - he... couldn't even... "Wait - what!?"

Rapid footsteps, rapid footsteps. Crispin's attention immediately turned towards the stage, towards the owner of those steps. That one sexy chick from earlier...! She was coming to help him! Ohhh praise the gods, she was coming to help! "You! You, please"--oh gods what was her name--"you've gotta help me! Please... I'm a good guy! A good guy! Look - I've got... a guilder ID on me somewhere...!" He hunched over for a moment, coughing up whatever phlegm remained in his throat.

The panda's roar cut him short again. This time he took off towards the empty seats, just short of where Moira's trio were sitting beforehand. He tore through the chairs in desperation. While the flames themselves were not as sizable as they could be - it was still enough to distress the animals, the children, the concerned family members and phobics... all the screaming just riled up everyone even more than it should.

Instead of targeting Crispin now with the path clear, Sammie instead turned her direction to Aria. This magician girl - she was so cool, calm, and confident since the moment they met her just outside the circus gates. And now, she was anything but.

"What are you, one of Crispin's little goody-guilder henchmen? You wanna watch a bunch of innocent people suffer for his sick entertainment!? You think this is funny!? Well!?" The magician girl lifted her huge hat for a brief moment, pulling something out from the inside - two long katanas - weapons far too long to fit inside the hat, but alas. She promptly dropped her hat to the ground, now thrusting one blade towards the illusionist. "You better speak the hell up or I'll cut you!"

Sammie's voice boomed with anger with her final threat, tears welling in her eyes. Her face reddened, though whether it was from the fire's glow or her own anger was not clear. "I'll cut you down! We'll all cut you down!"

She was beginning to lose it - as was Crispin. The pyro sputtered yet again, gasping for air in this brief respite. Isabella's clawlike nails had left their mark in his skin. But he couldn't let her have this fight. He kept his eyes on her now, still holding his fists up. "Mom's SO going to kill me!"

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Phillis Circus: Big Top - Audience Seating

Once the final screaming child was calmly hushed out of the eastern most exit by Cammie, the magician let out a deep sigh, before turning his attention to the guilders assisting: Estelle and Lute, in particular. "You two," he called to them with a wave, loudly yet still monotone. "Thank you for your help. Hopefully we can escort the rest of our guests in time before..."

"Oh Tammie! You're okay!" Someone had latched onto him and screamed with delight into Cammie's already dying ears.

The androgynous magician did not hesitate to pull himself back from Max Powers, before whacking him with his cape to prevent him from clinging onto him a second time. Max was effectively spun around, now flailing at the empty space before him. "I'm his brother, you dolt! Tammie is down there!"



His younger sister did her best to help out the audience members towards the center region - though telling everyone that they would suffocate on their own screams and not make it out alive if they kept it up was anything but helpful in their situation. Once the area began clearing up, Tammie began hopping between rows to assist those who were stuck or too frightened to move. She froze, however, as she looked back to the flames onstage.

"Kyaaa! It's making its way to the walls!"

The magician dashed down to where the stage end met with the fabric wall and stood at the gap between them, cape out. "Umm! Uhh! Guys! A little help here!?" Unfortunately her cries were unmet, as the other performers were either scrambling to exit themselves, if not preoccupied with the arsonist who started the whole thing. Tammie bit her lower lip, holding out her cape before her and backing away as the fire continued to creep towards her. "Stay... stay...! Easy, easy...!"

It didn't heed her. Crawling closer, and closer, the flames threatened to latch onto Tammie the same way Max had to her brother. But Tammie refused to let that happen - so she did what any sane person did and - "AHHH I don't know what I'm doing!" - began swatting away at the flames with her cape.

And... the flames caught by her fabric were erased away in an instant, like a rubber to pencil markings.

"....ooooooh." Tammie blinked rapidly at this, pursing her lips into a tiny "o". As more flames crept to her to take their fallen's place, she swat at them again. Same thing. Tammie's little "o" quickly spread to an unsightly "U" and she continued batting at the flames, this time making her way down the stage, passed the center, and to the other side. "Everyone! Everyone, look at this! I'm saving the act!"

Eventually, the flames along the stage had been cleaned up entirely. Of course, there were still fires climbing up the tightrope poles to watch out for, as well as those that had caught onto the front-row seating from Crispin's initial punch (catching Lucien's sleeve on fire in an instant) - but there was still definitely enough time to celebrate. Tammie jumped, pumping her fist, though dropped her celebration when she heard no clapping.

A couple of onlookers from the audience who had yet but to be escorted but had calmed down looked back at her, with nervous smiles. Tammie only pouted at this. She angrily turned to Crispin's direction and stomped her foot. "That would've been sooooo cool if you hadn't told everyone to LEAVE! Gods Crispy, and to think I thought you were cute for like two whole minutes!"

All things considered, everyone onstage completely ignored her.

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Phillis Circus: Big Top - Onstage

The crowds erupted into screams yet again as Poppy finished off her logic-defying act. A couple of younger fanboys had collapsed to the ground, seemingly fainting, as Poppy's glitter landed on them. Others had already knocked out from extreme shock after seeing an actual lion being tossed around like a plaything. Still others were fanning themselves at Isabella's agility, eyes glued to her despite all the other performers' actions.

"All right!" Sammie stepped forward with a clap. Her smug smile never winced throughout the entire show. "What a show, am I right, am I right?" By this point, most of the audience members had risen to their feet, Pride members included. Sammie's voice only encouraged the screaming to boom even louder than it was. "You think you've seen something? You ain't seen nothin' yet! We can only have more in store! Hey, hey - who here is a returning guest?"

Many guests raised their hands high, jumping and screaming yet again in response to Sammie. "Haaa! What a number! All you newbies"--she pointed a finger out to the crowd--"this just goes to show that we got something new to boast every night! Incredible, innit?" Her smile widened even further. "But now - now we have something even newer in store! The debut of our two new members, and our special stars for the night!"

From afar, both Cammie and Tammie contorted their expressions. While their postures remained unchanged, they tried to speak silently to their sister with their visage alone - slightly shaking heads, mouthing lips, narrowed eyes. As Sammie continued speaking with utmost confidence, her expression as she looked to her sisters on opposite ends belied her vocals. Only when she faced the audience again did she regain that confidence.

"Many of you have sent in fanmail, hatemail, requests, complaints to our circus, our home! You all should see the number of times one particular thing was pointed out: that our dear performances aren't - well - 'hot' enough for continuous returns." To this, a handful of audience members cooed, while others gasped wildly in anticipation that their mail had been heeded. As the performers on stage stepped aside and some offstage to allow room from the back curtain, guests sat themselves back down one by one. It was only a matter of time before they'd be back on their feet.

"Well, we heard your pleas, and are coming right back at ya with exactly what you wanted! You want 'hot,' you got it!" The audience cheered. "You want 'burning,' you got it!" Another cheer. "You want 'on fire,' you got it!" A third cheer, louder than the two previous.

Trixie leaned over to Estelle, whispering. "Are they, er, bringing some really flashy person on stage or something?"

"Drumroll, please!" As Sammie directed the audience's attention to the back curtain, Olga the gorilla began slamming her fists on the floor in a rhythmic beat. The curtains pulled open on cue, and a young man with a nervous smile stepped out. He seemed to be dressed for success, with a fancy black vest to boot, but his pink button-down beneath it and his baseball cap showed otherwise. In his hands, he held two long club-like sticks.

"Introducing our newest member - the one, the only - Crispin Ocelooooot!"



As the audience roared with a welcoming cheer, Crispin waved back shyly. "Um... hi."

"Now watch," Sammie stepped back in front of Crispin, gesturing with her hands, "as our companion breathes fire into the sky! A lovely obstacle for our beloved acrobats to dance over, don't you guys think? What do you say to our human cannonball Max soaring straight through not some dumb loop - but an actual wall of flames!? Hey, ever seen an animal play with fire?? Well, we've finally got it all!"

The audience clamored at once, the most excited they had been all night. After all they had already seen - imagining all of that all over again but with fire - it drove them wild.

Crispin held up a hand to speak, forcing a hearty laugh. "Actually! Actually! I had a bit of something else in mind. And it requires audience participation."

It was only then that Sammie's smile was wiped clean. "What are you doing?"

"Pssst, guys! Guys!" Tammie called from her standpoint in a whisper loud enough for Sammie and the other performers to hear. "He said he had something new and different in mind for tonight's show. For his opening act anyway. Cuz... uh... don't worry about it! ... I think."

"AHEM!" Crispin cleared his throat, grabbing at his collar. "Actually - I don't need help from one person. I need help from everyone." His seemingly nervous grin widened into something almost maddening. His own confidence sent Sammie's spiraling away. "Don't you worry, all you beautiful people! I ain't gonna hurt ya. Chef's word! I just need a little help from each of you. That's all." The audience continued whispering amongst themselves - though Crispin's next words quickly quieted them.

Tammie bounced from where she stood. This was so exciting! Every time another performer on stage looked her way, expecting some sort of explanation, she put both fingers to her lips before pointing back at Crispin. Still bouncing, of course.

"For my grand act! If all of you lovely people could rise to your feet!" They did so at once, with hesitation more or less. "You need to listen carefully - very carefully. Once you see fires light the skies - I need you all to do one simple little task. Please: make your way to the exits. Calmly and quietly, but quickly. Trust me, the spectacle will look a lot better from the outside than from in here." Crispin's eyes lit up. "You guys like fireworks, right?"

The clamoring within the audience grew louder and louder. Some infants sensed their parents' fear and began to cry loudly. Tammie's lips pursed. "...oh."

"Someone stop him... someone stop him," Sammie snapped under her breath, walking towards Crispin with her arm outstretched. She opened her mouth to speak - to tell the audience that this was a joke and he was a rejected jester - but Crispin continued to avoid her grasp, instead stepping in front of her every time she attempted to speak up.

The other performers began to make their way towards him, which he caught onto quickly. He dropped the two sticks in his hands, revealing something golden laced along his knuckles. Shining brass. "All right, folks!" Crispin fisted his palm, his wrists and hands burning with a red aura. A wisp of smoke danced out of his pores and dissipated into the air. "It's showtime!"

"No! Stop him!" Sammie cried out, initiating the audience's screams. She jumped after him.

Narrowly avoiding another performer's grasp, Crispin leapt forward and punched the edge of the stage - immediately lighting it on fire as sparks of flame burst from his hands. The fire was not sizable, but thanks to the screaming, it began traveling around the stage and towards the tent's fabric walls much more quickly than it would have otherwise.





"Ahh! I'm going, I'm going, I'm going!" As the rush escalated, Trixie leapt from her seat and launched herself into the sea of madness gathering at the nearest exit. She was lost from view in an instant.

The Big Top began to waver, threatening to crash in on itself as the flames continued to spread. The flames themselves was quite a distance away from the audience members, but at the rate it was spreading... Guests all throughout the tent screamed and flocked about. With the various exits crowded, thanks to multiple people trying to bust out at once, there was nothing else they could do but make matters worse for themselves.

Instantly Cammie and Tammie both made their way to opposite exits, to help their guests leave in a timely manner without them all getting stuck by trying to squeeze out at once. Funnily enough, a couple of other performers from on stage had joined the rush as well - not to calm them down, but to leave alongside the audience members.

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Phillis Circus: Big Top - Rear

"Who are you?"

Eric gulped as he looked up to the two faces staring him down. These two figures - the Phillis siblings, the ringmasters - had caught him. They looked so... stern. Mean. Distempered, even. Their regal atmosphere immediately gave off a no-nonsense vibe, and the man's contorted face looked as if he was about to burst in anger against the poor uncle.

"And what, pray tell, is that wretched smell?"

"He is not one of the performers. That is obvious enough." The woman stepped forward to get a closer look of Eric, while Vance stepped back. However, instead of berating him, she offered a soft smile instead. "Are you lost? Are you, perhaps, in need of the toilets?"



A deer caught in the headlights, Eric merely stood there and gave no response. Sweat ran down his neck, threatening to build if they continued to interrogate him. He was only... he was only looking for his niece! She wasn't anywhere else in this gods-forsaken circus - she had to be here, in the Big Top!

His stomach grumbled. He could only thank the gods that it went unnoticed.

Vance turned to his sister with a look of disbelief. "Lost? He is in a restricted zone, Gwee!" He cast his arm to the side. "There are fences with signs labeled all around this tent detailing exactly that. How on Ddaear could a man be so fatuous as to simply ignore--"

"Vance, you're frightening him." The woman placed a firm hand on Vance's shoulder, pulling him even further back. Flustered, he attempted to speak out against her, but she carried on speaking to Eric nonetheless - effectively shutting him up. "My name is Guinevere Phillis, and I am the ringmaster of this circus. Please excuse my dear younger brother, for he is rather... short-tempered, to say the least." She brought a hand to her lips and chuckled softly.

To this Vance let out a deep sigh through his nostrils, but reacted no further. He only stood there, arms placed at his side, with his dark eyes focused on Eric.

Still retaining her smile, Guinevere lowered her hand and continued to speak. "Every day we deal with children and adults alike sneaking into the Big Top and exploring what needs not to be explored. Men and women of all ages have curiosities they wish to satisfy, you see - they want to know the secrets behind our performers' tactics. So it is understandable..."

Eric's stomach rumbled again. He clenched it tightly with a single hand, but otherwise remained unmoved. Man, these ringmasters like to talk!

Vance brought a hand to his face. "Gwee, enough with the formalities. We are wasting time here. Have you forgotten already? There is still the matter of--"

"Nonsense, Vance. How I long for a day when you would not stress out during a performance."

Again Vance released a deep sigh from his nostrils. His sister never hesitated to interrupt him. "That does not change the fact that, Gwee, this man does not belong here. He must be kicked out of here, at once." With a sneer, Vance walked onward, passed Eric and towards the curtain which he had rolled from. "I'll see to it that a staff member escorts him immediately."

"No need, brother." Guinevere's smile never faltered. "I shall direct him to the exit personally."

The redcoated man stopped in his tracks, setting down his foot with a stomp. "Fine. But do not take too long!"

She giggled again. "You seem to have forgotten who is the older sibling, dear Vance... I shall return shortly." With that, Guinevere partially turned away from Eric, motioning for him to follow after her. They took the curtain on the opposite side of the room and continued down a small number of other rooms, many of which featured three or even four other curtains to go through. It astounded him, albeit wordlessly, that the circus staff had their paths in the Big Top memorized.

Eventually, the two reached a long corridor. "Here we are." Guinevere stepped to the side and motioned for Eric to continue down the path and out the final curtain, the Big Top's southern exit. "Now, Stevie and Lily should be on watch just outside of here. Do tell them that Guinevere sent you to be on your way, and they'll leave you be. Perhaps if you're lucky enough to catch Stevie, he may even offer to walk you to the toilets so you would not have to go there alone." The ringmaster chuckled again, coyly turning away as she had done so. "Enjoy the rest of your night, good sir. I pray you will not have to miss the finale."

And then she departed.

---

Dumbfounded, Eric watched as the curtain fluttered back in place following Guinevere's leave. That was... that was it? No punishment or hardcore beating or? They just... told him to get out? But they looked so prim and proper - he was certain they were going to beat him into submission for catching him sneaking around back there. Could these really be bad guys? Maybe they really weren't kidnappers.

Before Eric could proceed out of the corridor, he heard a flurry of muffled footsteps from behind the curtain he had just come from.

The curtain peeled open, and a little girl with a red ribbon in her hair poked her face out. She smiled gleefully upon seeing the man standing in the way. As he himself got excited to see the child, she quickly brought a finger to her lips to silence him. Then she stepped forward, holding the curtain open as she motioned hastily to someone behind her. Someone - two - three - four others followed after her into the long corridor.

One of them, a woman in her mid-twenties in an outfit similar to Isabella's, fidgeted with her hands as Eric came into view. She nearly stepped right back into the previous room. "Um... um... who is that?"

The ribboned girl turned to her with a wink - and the others understood immediately. All tension relaxed from their shoulders. The ribboned girl then took a quick dash forward to embrace her uncle.

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

EDIT: Hurray, plot progression! Sorry the posts are so long, but with pushing things forward, the length and buildup were a bit of a necessity >o<;;
Hope you guys enjoy <33