Lyla Lighthand's Story

5 Years ago...

"Can you beat me jindal? Can you kill a dragon who taught you everything just for your guild? For your so called friends?" The black dragon scoffed and laughed as he saw Jindal and Jamboree stand up. "I'll help you destroy this cocky lizard and we can go home." Jamboree said with a cough and a heavy breathe as he spit some blood on the ground. "Let's go Jamboree Unison raid!" Jindal formed a circle of shadows around the dragon as Jamboree threw all the swords he could summon into the ground around the dragon who dodged them all equally. "Ha! you two missed now I'll finish this with a..." Jindal laughed as Jamboree ex-quipped herculean armor. Jindal Used the shadows to hit the dragon with a roar from all sides. The force blew the swords at the dragon impaling him with all the swords. The dragon was growling from inside the sphere still clearly alive until a giant fist of shadow came down on the sphere causing a massive explosion of darkness. The two mages looked up to see their opponent still standing...



5 Years Later...

"Hey jindal's back that's him right the black dragon?" A few people asked as a dark mist flowed into the guild's main room and a figure shrouded in it walked in. He threw the paper at the nearest flat surface. "5 year quest complete. I've killed Nagiru the black dragon. Jamboree is busy getting our new friends and will be bringing any new members into the guild hall soon." Jindal announced before finding a nice dark spot to sit and fall alseep.

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A choir of commotion jutted Jin out of his slumber, one hand autonomously grasped the hilt of a blade while the other prepared to slip off the sheath. It wasn’t a healthy practice sleeping next to sharp objects, just something that grew on the adolescent swordsman. He decided to be one of the few guild members to sleep in the guild hall since it’s usually a very peaceful morning. But this awakening contradicted such a belief. Once his pupils dilated, he eased his guard around the katana and sat upright in his bed, wiping the sleep out of his eyes before letting out an unrestricted yawn. ”What is it so early in the morning…” His movements were groggy and sluggish, taking a few seconds with each turn until he finally got out of bed and dressed himself. Rather than going with the iconic military uniform, Jin decided to sport something a bit more casual; a brown sweater with a corresponding undershirt, a pair of black jeans with his sword buckled, and a scarf the same tint as his hair.

With a nod of affirmation the boy exited his room and lethargically proceeded down the halls, accidentally letting another yawn bypass his lips. When he had seen it himself, the commotion was most definitely warranted. It had been quite some time since he had seen that scruffy face. But looks were always deceiving, albeit Jindal appeared to be a slacker, and without a doubt acts like one, when the time called he managed to commit some impossible feat and save the day. The mystery shrouding him was almost as dark as the mist he had the tendency to pop out of, but Jin wasn’t one to pry an amnesiac. He actually liked spending his time effectively, rather than pointlessly wasting it. Not a moment had passed and the studious Lyla was already machine-gunning orders at the recent returnee. The teal-haired girl was so hellben- determined to exceed her family without assistance, a rather authoritative personality had came to fruition, one which sharply contrasted with the innocent Lily. Speaking of the blonde, she was already comforting Jindal as soon as Lyla stormed off. A slight smirk parted the corners of his lips at the sight. But that expression quickly changed to distraught when the clutz gracefully tripped and spilled the sweet beverage.

Jin ran a hand down the back of his neck and paced his way over to the side of the room, ”If you sleep like that, your back’s gonna go out when you’re older. Long time no see, Kiddo.” Even though he was only two years Jindal’s senior, Jin’s mature personality far exceeded his age. ”Hey, I didn’t see you bearing a bag of any sort. I hope Jamboree has the souvenirs with him, or my heart may shatter into a million pieces.” The swordsman grabbed a towel from a nearby table and motioned to Lily that he would clean up the spill, ”This stuff’s expensive, be careful with it next time.” He gave the girl a kind smile and discarded the towel in a receptacle, ”Sleep on one of the couches and get a few minutes of shuteye, unless you want Lyla to give you another earful. Even though it’s been five years, I’m still a coffee addict. Gonna head out to my usual joint, you know where to find me.” Jin began to make his way towards the exit, but suddenly paused and glanced back, ”Glad to have you back. Can’t wait to meet the new members.” He waved at the two before taking his leave.

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The aforementioned joint happened to be a restaurant he fancied. Customer flow at this hour was practically nonexistent, so he found it the best time to grab his morning refreshment, chock full of caffeine and invigorating goodness. The shop’s bell rang as he opened the door, Jin peered inside to see who was present. Nobody as of yet, excluding a lone waitress setting up the menus. The white apron heavily contrasted with her black attire, almost to the point where he wanted to verbally note it. Although, the pair of opposite colored wings did manage to catch his eye. Humanoids were considered a commodity, but usually one’s facial features were matched their inherent animalistic characteristics. He shrugged and sat himself at the restaurant’s bar, and waved at the girl, ”Erm, could I get a cup of coffee please?”

"I... I... Layla I am not in the mood for your yelling right now. I knew the target very well and it was the only thing I remembered and I had to eliminate it! So just back off for a bit!" Jindal yelled still covered in the dark shadows that cloaked his every detail like mist before letting them drop. He was bruised and heavily cut in various places. He groaned a little from the pain before standing up and holding out his new swords both made of dragon fangs and the sheathes were made of black scales. "I killed the dragon that taught me my magic for this guild. I then carried Jamboree on my back while bleeding for two days without any sleep. I then spent the next four days fending off the urge to sleep so I could help him recover so I think I earned some rest!" He said before coughing a bit and being forced to bend over. "I need to get a little rest and I need a meal. I refuse to eat stale bread or muddy water again. I'm bringing more jewels next time and I sure as hell don't care for this part of the reward." He muttered tossing a silver key onto the table in front of him he then gave a cocky grin before turning to the request board.

"You guys weren't interested in joining our guild from the start were you?" Jamboree said staring at two now knocked out people with the guild symbol for a dark guild called Death Head Caucus. "We came to get a guild member back from you guys His mission is done our master said. He didn't return yet and we've tracked him down you idiot. I know who you are you're from..."



5 Hours Later...

Jamboree entered the coffee shop looking beaten and tired but carrying a bag of goodies. "Hey Jin seems our new members were actually fakes. Death Head Caucus was trying to get some spies in. Good thing I felt something wrong or it might have worked." Jamboree said before opening the bag that contained a dragon head and some claws but it also contained a few roses. "Look what I got! We're gonna put it on the wall in the guild's main hall. It was Jindal's idea he said it would respect his old mentor." Jamboree set the bag down having cleaned the head before putting it in the bag.

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Jin tilted his head as the girl continued with her cleaning duties. Something out of the corner of his peripheral vision caught his attention, he shifted uneasily in his seat as he watched the shadow of his table slowly creep its way to the top and proceeded to form lettering on the cloth cover. ”I’m not a waitress, I’m only here to clean… Oh, I see. My apologies.” This place was better off than he had expected. They had enough income to higher employees with specific roles, rather than jacks-of-all-trades. He knew that at least everybody who walked through the streets had an ability of their own, no matter how versatile or effective, everyone had a tince of something. But this girl’s ability was something strikingly familiar, ”...It’s just like his. Maybe we should have Jindal patent umbrakinesis…” A fraction of a smile formed on his face at the thought, but she definitely had a noteworthy ability. The waitress she called was a familiar face and instantly recognized him as a regular, greeting the coffee-seeking boy with an endearing smile which could charm any passerby. ”So, what would it be today, Mr. Akri? The usual?” Jin returned the expression and nodded, ”Yes, please.” The waitress disappeared into the kitchen to prepare a brew, leaving the two alone yet again. He was tempted to help her out with cleaning, but that sense of accomplishment after completing a task was probably her sole form of motivation to get through the day. It was rare to see people work normal jobs so religiously.

A majority of the populace were members of a guild, and depending on the conglomerate’s fame or notoriety, could bring in a lot of income and a few renowned titles. Jin unconsciously began to twirl the end of his scarf around a finger while he waited for his coffee, with the meticulously working girl as his only way to kill the time. That was the case, until another individual skulked into the restaurant and sat down next to him. A bewildered Jin slowly turned to his right and glanced up at the titan of a man. His hand began sneaking its way towards the hilt of his blade, just in case. Most people were easygoing, but once in a while there are those loose cannons who waltzed around with enough pompour to drown somebody. He could recount the times he was involved in bar fights, which he always came out on top, but drunks were surprisingly more persistent than normally sober individuals. If this guy suddenly started magically chugging beer through his helmet, Jin would already be able to tell that he would be in for a bad time.

The waitress finally returned with his coffee on a circular platter and placed it in front of him. ”Thank you.” The boy gently blew at its surface to cool it off. A third person suddenly made an appearance, just to spice things up, and thankfully he was bearing gifts. It was Jamboree, and as per the usual, roughed up as if he was just in a tussle. His comrade ebulliently showed off the contents of the bag, and also informed him of an attempted internal attack. He gave the guild members a surprised look before leaning back in his seat, ”Well, at least you caught onto them before they rooted themselves in the guild. Would’ve been a real hassle hunting them down for any stolen information. Man… I was really looking forward to the new members.”

Jin tipped the cup and gulped down a portion of the bitter beverage, ”Speaking of Jindal… Go easy on the guy. He came back today looking like he was beaten up by a neighborhood bully, and nearly fell asleep on the spot. Lyla gave him one helluva earful for it.” The swordsman propped his chin against the palm of his hand and stared at his friend, ”I’m sure there’s a lot running through his head right now. It would be best to give him a few days off, considering the quest he just finished...Now as for the new members…” Jin glanced at the ginormous man sitting a few seats down, then back at the girl who was now attempting to seclude herself in a corner. He placed an arm around Janboree’s neck and pulled him closer, then dropped his voice to a whisper, ”We have two new candidates right here. Anybody’s acceptable. They don’t need to be deities, just have to be able to take our place in case we fall victim to some godawful fate.” A playful smirk abruptly painted itself on his face, ”Also, that girl over there can control shadows, and might have a few more cards up her sleeve. It’ll be interesting seeing to umbrakinesis users in the same guild. As for the other guy…” The task of recruiting him seemed impossible, merely striking up a conversation with him was daunting enough.

Jin released his friend and gave him a pat on the back, ”Well, g’luck~ Use that Sword God magic you always use to woo those fangirls. Who knows, maybe he likes roses?” The boy backed away from the table, simultaneously picking up his coffee cup and walking over to the girl sweeping to her heart’s content. He set the platter down on the nearest table and paced his way over to the girl, then tapped her on the shoulder. ”Hey, you can take a seat. I’ll sweep for you. Also, the name’s Jin Akri.” He pulled out a chair for the girl and then offered an open palm, ready to accept the broomstick. ”Would you care to join a guild…?” He suddenly perked up when he realized how sudden the question may have sounded, ”Sorry, um, don’t feel obliged to answer right away. There’s a trial run and everything for it, but most people tend to take a liking to Cait Shelter.”

As Asa hid inside the ball of shadow she listened nervously to all the conversation going on around her, she swallowed nervously as she heard him offer her a haven at Cait Shelter, forcing herself to drown any hope she almost felt. A bright white light started to paint itself on the shadows, writing letters like the shadows hand done earlier. I can't have a haven in the day... However, the tendrils did disappear, sinking back into the shadow that surrounded her.

Jin tilted his head at the lettering, on his face was an unbalanced mixture of perplexion and surprise. "So she also uses photokinesis...? Interesting. Maybe she isn't so much like Jindal." In all honesty, he wasn't sure if he could handle to people whose sole ability was popping out of shadows to give people a shock. He eased his guard as the tendrils retracted themselves back into the orb, making his job quite a lot easier. On top of that, the light she wielded was of a notable purity, immortally untainted by anything negative in this world. "You know, they say light of such an intensity is a gift from angels, which briefly descended from the heavens. Of course that's a whole lot of religious hosh posh, but others simply believe it's a gift from the moon." He wasn't sure whether the girl was tied with the sphere which always shined brightly in the night sky, but he could at least attempt to coax her out. "I personally don't care what others think of me, and because of that, I can roam the streets at my leisure. Maybe you might want to try that policy with us?"


As was silent a moment, well, her lettering was silent, before she simply wrote, The moon gave me life... with the moonlight on the shadow that surrounded her before the shadow slowly sand back onto the floor, revealing her, crouched down with her arms around her legs and her light grey eyes watching him, as if she'd been able to see him through the shadows the entire time. She slowly stood up and looked around at the mess she'd caused, beginning to pick up.

Jin waved his hand and set a chair upright, putting the crisis to an end. "Well, the sun accompanies the moon. They're both forever linked to each other. So... will that be a yes?" He asked, thankfully, most of the tables and chairs were unharmed.

Asa nodded softly as she put the tables back upright and waited for Jin to lead the way.

Jin smiled and gave a quick thumbs up to the other two, who had just beared witness to the whole charade. "Crisis averted!" He stated with certainty, as if the whole thing abided by a plan. "JIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!" Just like that, a giant hand clamped itself around his scalp. The boy slowly turned around to face his demise; the shop's owner. She was the embodiment of the term amazoness, slightly taller than Mr. Helmet, yet probably ten times stronger. She lifted the swordsman into the air, with his flailing arms as his only way of survival. "Mind explaining what happened?" Jin managed to free himself from the grasp and dropped to his feet, taking a moment to catch his breath, "I would go into detail, but I'm just going to skip over all of it and promise Cait Shelter will cover all repair fees. Don't worry Jam, I calculated this month's net income, we're in the clear. Also..." He twiddled his thumbs while looking at the ground, "Yes, Jin?"

"Can I have another cup of coffee to go, please?" The shop owner held herself back from turning the boy into that afternoon's main course, and stormed off back into the kitchen. "Well, we managed to survive that. Jam, want to lead the way to our guild hall? Pretty sure the others will be hyped to see our new members." Jin suddenly paused, as if his train of thought had derailed. After a few moments of silence he facepalmed and glanced back and forth between the two newer individuals, "...I can't believe I forgot to ask... What are you names? I'm Jin Akri, and the pretty boy is Jamboree Maksim.'

Asa watched the store owner almost turn Jin into minc meat, litterally, then looked over at him when she was asked her name and she looked down, shadows moving over her head that read. Asa Sachi She still didn't want to speak to anyone yet if she could avoid it.

Where My Demons Hide - Imagine Dragons


Jindal saw the notice after sitting at the table and staring at the wall for a few minutes. He then stood and decided he'd do his best not to get voted as guild master. Large crowds and transportation were his only weaknesses and they would be more common as a guild master. "I am not suitable to be a Guild Master due to my past!" Jindal shouted hiding his relief that this would work before a few members he didn't know spoke out. "But you don't even remember your past! Yeah you're fine I think you'd Do great! AYE!" Jindal started to get nervous and realized they wouldn't let him off the hook that easily either. "Shit. Exactly why I shouldn't lead You guys would do better with Equtas." He said trying to divert their attention since he'd been the first to make any comments about mastering the guild. He now had a few people crowded around him. "I gotta go I have a job" Jindal said slightly panicking before vanishing in a cloud of shadows along with a job off the s rank board. He then proceeded to walk outside looking at the random paper he'd snagged.


Jamboree watched everything at the coffee shop unfold before sighing and deciding to pay the shop owner for all the damages and stuff himself before leading the way aback to the guild where he explained what happened to the fake recruits. "I'll happily throw myself into the fray for Guild Master! I've got the experience but if it's not me it should be Jin or Layla maybe Jindal." Jamboree explained.

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Jin opened the door and motioned for the three to enter before him. The guild’s main reception room was surprisingly unadorned, with the only spice being the sporadic arrangement of trophies and awards hung up on the walls. No cloth to brighten up the dull colored couches, a barely maintained bar with a few used glasses on the countertop, he wouldn’t be surprised if they were overwhelmed with disbelief that this was the hall of the renowned Cait Shelter. The group had already received the notification of the soon to be held polls from a dispatched guild member, and as expected, many were assembled in the room due to that, in addition to greeting the new guild members.

If anything, Asa and Hunter seemed even more dubious than the two original recruits who had furnished backgrounds. Murmurs seeped through the conglomerate of members at the sight. It was blatantly obvious that more had their eyes locked on the giant in the room, rather than the basically ordinary looking girl. Jin glanced at the expressions the masses were making. Nobody didn’t seem sound in rising up to a position of such omnipotence, or moreso, they had already decided on a few candidates. The person to make this verbally clear was none other than one of the runners, Jamboree. He sacrificed himself for the good of the community, but also mentioned Lyla, Jin, and Jindal. Jin himself didn’t seem to resonate with the last option, as seen by his furrowed brow, Jindal seemed to be a candidate because of his power, but that was it.

As for Lyla and Jin, it didn’t take a genius to state why. They were both longtime veterans of the guild, Lyla was a dominating mastermind with years of adult-like wisdom to back her up, meanwhile Jin had a borderline military pedigree and had a high tier combat style. They had enough jurisdiction to make onerous decisions, but were not considered official leaders of any sort. With that being said, he took the bag containing the souvenirs and raised his free hand, ”I agree, it is time we appoint ourselves a leader, a person to make detrimental decisions during rough times. We may be a guild known for our expertise in combat, but it’s not the strong leader who wins, but the one strength and an equivalent amount of virtue is the one to rise to the challenge. I just want to make this clear, regardless of who we appoint as our leader, this will still be the same Cait Shelter which welcomed you in the day you joined our ranks. I say this with the upmost certainty, because it is not our goals which connect us, but our ideologies resounding in harmony that keeps our ties intact.” He looked over at a group of five members and handed them the bag, ”Find a mantle for this and place it wherever you like. Have Lily help you if need be. I think Jamboree drained all of the blood, but just be careful.” Jam wasn’t exactly known for his tediousness, but hopefully he had the foresight to act accordingly with a trophy from a beheaded dragon. There wasn’t exactly a guidebook for such a thing.

”That being said, I’d rather not run for guildmaster. I’m too much of a goofball to ascend to such a status. On another note, as Jamboree mentioned earlier, we were nearly breached by a dark guild who seem to have a vendetta with us. We would like to ask that guild members travel in teams of two or more, just for safety reasons.” Having issues wasn’t something Cait Shelter hadn’t experienced in the past, a guild with such fame would most definitely anticipate signs of animosity. But going through the hassle of living under a false pretense and fashioning the reputation to bolster it was surprising, even almost plausible. Chances are, this was only a prelude to the symphony of strife soon to ensue.

As the selected members went upstairs to rummage through the hall’s storage, Jin walked over to Hunter and Asa and pointed a thumb over his shoulder in the same direction, ”The second floor is where the sleeping quarters are located. Just find an empty room and claim it as your own. Unsealing the mattress should be enough of a sign to others that your room is occupied. If you have any questions, should be pretty easy to find me. Just remember to knock, don’t want to walk in on any maidens changing~” He chirped the last part while satirically wagging his finger at Hunter, he then turned around to face the whole embodiment of the guild population. By this time, the group had returned with a wooden mantle and was already in the process of setting up the display. Jin showed them all an assemblage of ebullient white teeth, ”Alright, enough with the serious talk! Let’s welcome our new guild members, Hunter Briggs and Asa Sachi!” A chorus of cheers echoed throughout the room, a grand greeting for the two additions. Jin stepped back towards Asa and dropped his voice to a whisper, ”In case you’re not feeling up to the occasion, feel free to make a beeline for a room. Should probably get some rest after working at that cafe.” The boy still took her timidness into account, and would rather not have a repeat of event a few minutes prior during a celebratory event. "So, you two, how does it feel to be one of us?"

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Jin traced Hunter’s line of vision and set his own gaze upon the guild’s enigmatic white knight, Equtas. She was never the social type, surrounded by almost as much mystery as Jindal, and with that did not hold a fondness for such events. He only had fought alongside her a handful of times, but those few instances alone were enough to gauge her as a strong force, on par with him. They both specialized in manifesting their magic into beings to fight alongside them, except her summons weren’t as flexible and interchangeable as his. Jin gave a light tug at his scarf as the girl passed him by, his way of bidding her good luck on whatever quest she took upon herself. It was then did one of the guild members swing by with a few beverages. ”When was the last time… Ah, to hell with it.”

Jin waved away any uncertainty and snagged a glass for himself, and gave the member a quick cheers before taking a sip of the beer. To most he must have appeared as a lightweight, given his slim physique, but Jin’s had enough sake during traditional banquets to build up a tolerance. Although, he was a bit interested in how Hunter planned on drinking from his own mug. Maybe he would reveal a portion of his face? Jin shrugged off any thoughts when the man finally devised a response, the manner of which it was asked made him perk up. It started off solidly, but progressively derailed into turmoil as Mr. Helmet believed he was digging himself his own grave.

A playful smirk stretched across the swordsman’s face at the questioning of the guild’s recruitment policy. ”Oh yeah, you’re right. There’s a looooooooot of paperwork we missed out on, and a few oaths and stuff were skipped over, and tradition has it that any faults result in the recruit’s expulsion…” The boy trailed off and longingly stared at the ground, witnessing the man’s reaction out of his peripheral vision. Although he had the emotionless helmet visually defending him, the coarseness of his voice along with the ever so slight increased bloodflow of his jugular were bearers of his uneasiness.

The smirk parted into a grin, Jin pat the man on the back and chuckled, ”Kidding, kidding… please don’t bash my head in. I’ll admit, we’re a bit lax in that respect.” After another sip the boy continued, ”I guess it’s because we can sense peoples auras, ya know, see where their heart is.” He tightened his scarf and relaxed his composure, since it was a celebration, there wasn’t as much of a need to remain on guard as usual, ”...Jamboree and I think in the same light. When we recruit mages, we don’t think about what they can do. We wonder how they can apply themselves? How well they can operate in a cohesive unit with others? How can they fit in? Some excel in certain categories while others struggle. Strong people are nice and all, but what really keeps you alive is working with others. Per example, if I was your opponent, I’m sure there’d be a bit of weight added to the back of my pants with you as my foe. But also, I see you as somebody to mobilize behind, that reserved composure of yours ensures that.”

He sighed and glanced over at the bulletin board, still full of quests waiting to be accepted, ”We also look for how much fun people can have. Excursions are one’s source of happiness, my friend. Don’t miss out on ‘em.” Jin turned to face the conglomerates of celebrating guild members and waved at a certain few, ”Oi, could I get some coffee?” One of them broke into laughter and managed to get out a few words, ”Maybe you want to stop by that cafe again and grab a few more members?” Jin returned the same impish grin, ”Who knows, maybe I will? Perhaps one of them’ll be a busty fox lady, I know you fancy them, Benjamin~”

The member giggled and indulged himself with his beverage, "With these changing times, people will have to come to terms with their weaknesses, for the bettering of themselves and those around them." Jin sighed and stretched out, ”N’ways Hunter, go out there and strike up a conversation with a few of them. Gotta know who you’ll be fighting alongside in the future. I have to bounce, Lyla’s making me allot guild expenditures, and I know hell’s awaiting me, especially after that little event at the cafe. If I don’t come back alive…” Jin placed a hand on the man’s shoulder and looked up at him with empty eyes, ”Tell my metaphorical wife I love her. Well, see ya~” The boy sluggishly dragged himself upstairs, doomed to mounds of paperwork on the third floor.

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”Just die already!” The child pleaded, digging the sword deeper through a figure of equal age, blood smearing the hilt as he did so.

Jin awoke with cold beads of sweat running down his face. He instantly sat up and glanced over at sword resting on the other side of the room, propped up against his dresser, gracefully reflecting the beam of moonlight. Only now did he realize he was still in the same apparel he was wearing that morning. He must’ve returned to the room half awake and instantly passed out. The boy swung his legs over the edge and got to his own feet. Still in sluggish mood, he stumbled a bit before affirming a stable stance. A yawn was about to fly from his lips, until his ears picked up faint footsteps proceeding through the hallway. ”Guess my suspicion was correct…” No way a child of the moon could remain cooped up inside of a guild hall. ”Perhaps Lyla and I should construct some sort of condo on the roof?” Jin sighed as he rummaged through his drawer and produced a spare blanket, then quietly paced his way down the stairs, trailing the girl set on sleeping outside. He caught the entrance door as it was about to close and cleared his throat, ”There’s a shed around the back of the complex, the roof is a bit beat up, so some moonlight should be able to get in. On the bright side, you’ll have some privacy.” He held out the blanket and stared up at the very orb proudly suspended in the sky, shining brightly, ”Looks pretty clear tonight, not a cloud in the sky.”

5 weeks later...

Jindal stepped into the guild hall closed in shadows as normal when it happened. He got a odd chill in his spine before the guild door was violently thrown open. He put both his hands up out of instinct and wondered where that idea had come from. He then looked at the door and saw a group of council enforcers standing there holding a paper. "Jindal the black dragon you're hereby under arrest for crimes against the council and the destruction of a building in this very town. The other charges are as follows:

48 counts of assassination.
77 counts of hiding evidence.
223 counts of using forbidden magic.
3 counts of murdering a council member.
1 count of joining a dark guild.
99 counts of theft.
221 counts of defacing public property.
800 counts of assault and battery.
3 counts of arson
And finally 2 counts of using the secret magic of death head cactus. Death head law a thousand executions."

Jindal stood up shocked and a large amount of gasps could be heard. He looked at them shocked then at everybody else before taking a deep breathe and sighing. "I don't remember any of that but I trust the council's judgement. I may or may not be guilty but I certainly won't add to the list of crimes." He said before turning to walk to them without putting up resistance. He was arrested quickly.

Jamboree looked stunned and almost tried to fight for Jindal but decided against it. "You guys are making a mistake! He's innocent." He stated before turning to go to his room on the second floor of the building.