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Erina Harlow

"Can you please not kid around on this situation?"

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a character in “The New Mage Guild: Amaranth”, as played by LDCloud


Erina Harlow: Eri, 18 Female
D Rank Amaranth Member

~ Physical Info ~

Her facial + head appearance
Eri is quite athletic in figure, her hair is rather short, she prefers to wear practical clothes that didn't restrict much of her movements but yet not revealing. Despite that, she barely have the obvious feature of a female, due to her figure, fitures, and actions resembles that of a male, she oftenly mistaken as a man.

Right Palm

~ Mentality ~

Eri is quite a tomboy, yet when someone calls her a boy, she blatantly refuses to be called so. She is rather laid back in most situation except in a mission, where she becomes quite serious and often criticizes her teammates if they goof off during a mission. She cares for her friends, yet she rarely shows it to them.

{Likes} {Dislikes}
o Sports Goofing off during a mission x
o Making Friends Arrogancy x
o Cooking Being called a boy x

{Quirks} {Phobias}
% Cracks knuckles oftenly Cats @
% Humming while she is being the listener in a conversation

~ Ability Statistics ~

High Speed - Needle Magic

{Signature Spell}
Full Body Crash - Utilizing both High Speed and Needle Magic, Eri dashes to her opponent, as she gets near, she grows out spikes on her impact point, impaling her opponent

{Spell List}
~High Speed
Eri could increases her speed to the point where even a simple flick could be devastating
~Needle Magic
-Needle Shoot : Eri grows needles out of her fingers and shoots it to her opponents
-Needle Shotgun : Eri shoots a burst of needles spreading from her palm

{Non-magic Skills}
# Athletics
# Proficient Unarmed Fighter
# Talented Guitarist

~ Personal Background ~

Eri was an orphan ever since she was 5 years old, she lives in an orphanage. Where she enjoyed the love that she should've deserved to be when she was with her parents. Eri is quite a troublemaker during that time, she learns magic at the age of 12. At that time, the orphanage were threatened to bankruptcy, every older children in the orphanage went every way they could to save the orphanage from bankruptcy. 6 years later, Eri decides to help by joining a guild and spares some of her earning to the orphanage.

She wasn't a part of any team when she first joined, she usually went along with everyone that offered her to come with them. With her earnings in the guild, she could save her orphanage from bankruptcy. She lives at the orphanage, the place where she refers as home, when not in any event, or gathering, or mission, she is usually seen in the orphanage taking care of the orphans.

So begins...

Erina Harlow's Story


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Character Portrait: Freya Hirane Character Portrait: Sidney Allen Character Portrait: Erina Harlow Character Portrait: Gren Valmosh
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#, as written by LDCloud
Gren was sitting at the bar, hearing out his fellow guildmates while drinking. It was his routine in a gathering, hearing everyone's story and get drunk together. Gren was wearing a dark green vest, with a white shirt and gray pants. "So what about yer story Gren?" the guildmate that sits beside him asked a question. Gren was quite surprised hearing that question, especially since he had nothing interesting happen to him before.

"Eh? My story? None..." Gren answered as he took another sip from the mug. He looked around the guild hall, he saw Izzy, who just came back from her mission, still wearing things that is more minimalist. Gren raises his mug as Izzy went by. Although Gren doesn't really like the fact that she is half naked, he respected her for being an S rank an age younger than him. Gren then looked at the girl who bugs Izzy when she arrived. Gren never really know her that much other than her name, Sarah, and the fact that she belongs to this guild. This fact somehow disturbs him. And then another S rank, Freya bugs Izzy as well, she then proceeded to run around the guild and gives every guild member a hug, including Gren. "Woah! Easy there, hey! Watch it!" Gren was surprised as he gets hugged by Izzy, the hug is rather hurting than loving, which Gren somewhat dislikes

"I mean, spare me from that hug of her, it surprises me, and it hurts quite a bit... What else?" Gren somehow thinks that Freya was forcing herself to show her positive sides, although she doesn't look like someone that needs to be worried about, Gren worried about her past, not that he know anything about her past, but seeing her attitude and all, he really thinks that Freya is like that because she didn't want to be worried by anyone else. He then looked around, he finds Sidney in the Living Area, sitting on a chair, Gren thought that Sidney was weird and childish, and that he needs to change a little bit. And then Freya looked like she challenges Izzy to fight.

"What? She just came back, why would you---" And then suddenly Freya dropped her white fireball that she held on both of her hands, caused a hole on the floor, she then ran into the bar and rested her chest on the bar as she wiggles her legs as she pointed to the freshly baked apple pie. "Give!" she yelled, pointing at the freshly baked apple pie. "Or I'll kill you..." she whispered before giggling. "Just kidding! No, not really."

Gren slaps his left palm to his face. "Well, at least she didn't fight Izzy." He then looked at Freya "Woah there, that pie is for me, and mine only." Gren said to Freya as he walked towards her and takes the pie at ease. "But eh, I suddenly lost my appetite for it, here, tis' for you." He shrugged and then hands over the pie to Freya.


Erina looked at the scene, she then continues to look at the mission board. Many of the missions seems to not fit with her current rank, except the babysitting mission. Erina thought to herself "Maybe I should tag along with a team or something."

It's not that babysitting doesn't fit her role, in fact, it fits perfectly as she usually taking care of the childrens at the orphanage when she is free. But looking at the other jobs, all of the payments looks really promising than the babysitting mission. She sighed then leaves the mission board and took a seat at the living area. She then looked at Sidney.

"Hey, I have yet to know your name, are you new here? So was I." Erina started talking to Sidney, she continues with a smile "The name is Erina, you can just call me Eri, what about you?"


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Character Portrait: Alexander Faust Brimmer Character Portrait: Issabella Esther Carrington Character Portrait: Freya Hirane Character Portrait: Sidney Allen Character Portrait: Erina Harlow Character Portrait: Gren Valmosh
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Issabella Esther Carrington

(Amaranth: Bar Area)

Out of the corner if her eye Izzy saw Sidney wave at her. It was a slow, delayed, somewhat awkward wave. And it was precious, she thought to herself as she smiled and waved back. Sidney seemed occupied with something at the moment, he was paying particular attention to the side of a chair, she was pretty sure he was counting. Sarah then came up to her, "Welcome back, Miss Carrington," Sarah said with a respectful face and tone. She never really liked being talked to so formally, she felt very awkward whenever she heard her last name. Till this day she had no idea what her parents were like, she didn't know if she should wear the name proudly or not. But it was just...too formal. "How did the mission go? It was a high ranked mission wasn't it? Sarah asked. "I know I can't do a lot, but if my power could help then I would be happy to assist you." Izzy sighed a bit, "Hello Sarah. Please don't call me that." Izzy paused for a moment, her face turning grim, somewhat like the happiness - had it been there, had been sucked out of her. "They said it was a success..." she started to say monotonously, "All of the children were found alive, all of the children which were kidnapped were returned..." she paused obviously leaving out some kind of important bit of information. She then changed her mind, several days before till the moment she walked into the guild she had been fighting with herself wondering, what if? But if the what if had happened, perhaps something else could have gone wrong. Sarah was a lower ranked mage, she knew her magic was lacking and weaker, she did recall a time where Sarah helped her in a mission before however. Izzy never forgot things like that. She looked at her for a moment, pondering something, she didn't really like taking people with her - she didn't ever want people to get hurt. But when people wanted to learn and get stronger - "It's over and done, but I will surely take you on a mission, sometime." She glanced daggers at the girl as if to warn her. She had very little trust for most people.

She then began to invade her personal bubble, something which always unnerved her, depending on the person. Had it been Freya they would have ended up sparring or something. "Sorry 'bout that," Sarah then said. "It has been awhile so I tend to forget boundaries, you know?" the girl Flushed slightly. She remembered the girl doing something similar before but her thoughts were interrupted. Freya tackled her giving her a tight squeeze. So there you are. Izzy's personality around Freya was different, and her attitude towards her was different as well, she seemed like a different person towards Freya. Her serious demeanor would temporarily be replaced - something it seemed only Freya was capable of doing. She had the utmost respect for Freya, and was overly fond of her. "Oh, how will I miss you if you won't go away?" she said. Izzy tilted her head and smiled. "Hi Princess." She thought the name was appropriate in so many ways, she also just liked to tease her with it. She looked at her adoringly for a moment, "I was so worried that you wouldn't make it for the feast, Izzy-love. I even helped to cook!" If only for a moment, her face turned into something completely distorted and indecipherable at the words 'helped to cook.'

Freya then ran about the guild crushing everyone with her hugs of near-death. This made Izzy smile some, it was funny to watch, especially for those that didn't know Freya well. "Ready for round two?" Freya shouted, as a fireball came her way, leaving her to jump backwards, along with her pets with were now palm sized. The fireball burned a hole in the floor, "Anytime." Of course Freya would then get sidetracked by pie. Who else but her would challenge someone to a battle and then attempt to get pie - and then threaten for said pie. "Woah there, that pie is for me, and mine only." Gren said. Izzy didn't know Gren all too well, but he seemed like a decent person, this wasn't to say she trusted him however. It only took him but a few seconds to give the pie up to Freya. Princess She thought to herself. "Come on spoiled, I don't have all day." she said as she walked up to Freya and stuck her two index fingers in her mouth, tugging this way and that, causing her to make funny faces. "You sure you want to fatten up now?" Izzy then saw one of the new guild members walk up to Sidney, new enough for her to not even know her name. She froze in place as the girl talked to him, leaving her to still have her fingers in Freya's mouth in a forced awkward smile. "New plan, after the the feast, we destroy each other." she trailed off a bit at the end, she would have normally said something like I destroy you or something similar.

Izzy walked over to the casual lounge like area and sat on one of the chairs next to the two. It wasn't like her to start conversing with others for no reason - aside from Freya, but it was in her character to try and get to know the very basics of the new members. "I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met. I'm Issabella." Izzy's pets floated above her shoulders, the red one nearing the blue one until the both of them both went at it. Little puffs a fire and water were spewed about, but at this point they were too tiny to hurt anything or anyone, Izzy put out the sparks with her fingers. Her expression was just as it always was when talking to others, she lacked emotion of any kind. She of course, still managed to look beautiful, and not like a frightening horrible person - she would like to think. She did tend to be painfully protective of Freya when she wasn't the one trying to take her out, it seemed Sydney would suffer the same fate. If only she could put some kind of magical bubble around him to protect him from any and all harm. She imagined a literal bubble around him for a moment, and it looked very strange. But a bubble not have been the right thing to do anyways, as she was a firm believer in letting people experience life. Mainly because had she not had the hardships she had as a young child, she didn't know what type of person she would have been today. She didn't know if she thought the same for Sidney sometimes, though. She didn't know him well, but he seemed extremely fragile somehow.

Her eyes then shifted over to him, and while her expression didn't change, her eyes were softer. She had a less intimidating look about her, it was also in her voice. It was warmer and more mellow, less cold and composed. "How have you been? And how is Amaya treating you?" she hoped that he was unaware of the fact she warned the girl not to pick on him. "And what about Stamps?" Stamps, that was his cat that he was very fond of. Izzy also had a cat - so to speak. But not the real kind of cat in which Sidney had and was very attached to, she was glad he was able to keep it, the guild was nice enough to allow him to. Her cat was something she had imagined up when she was younger, using Arc of Embodiment. He wasn't something she ever used in battle, but was more of a companion as he had the ability to talk. He also had a horrible habit of being overly sarcastic and rude to members sometimes. He was a good cat, though. She was curious about the new wizard, wondering if she had found her team yet. Perhaps she would be played with Sidney, all the more reason for her to be sitting here right now. Izzy glanced back towards Freya for a moment, there was some part of her that felt bad for walking away like she did. Freya should know by now however, she would make it up to her by giving her all the time in the world for this battle she desired. Not that she wasn't itching for it either. Competition with Freya, it was like a drug to Izzy. It was addicting, and she had to win. The both of them, they always had to win. She knew their battles would be never ending. There would be rematches, or round three, and round four, and round one thousand and so forth. Izzy looked the new girl up and down and waited for her response.


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Character Portrait: Alexander Faust Brimmer Character Portrait: Issabella Esther Carrington Character Portrait: Freya Hirane Character Portrait: Sidney Allen Character Portrait: Gawain Harlen Character Portrait: Erina Harlow Character Portrait: Yuliana Lumina Character Portrait: Gren Valmosh
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Yuliana Lumina

The kitchen of the Amaranth Guild Hall was particularly busy tonight, thanks to the feast. Every member that was good at cooking was moving about the room, occasionally shouting for a particular ingredient or utensil. There were also some people who did not belong, trying to steal a bite of some dish that hadn't been carried to the tables yet. They were, in most cases, noticed well before they got anywhere near the food and were driven away, but some actually used magic for such a childish purpose.
Yuliana was one of the people working in the kitchen. She was good at all kinds of housework, cooking included, so she was a natural choice for the people who were in charge of preparing the feast. She didn't mind, really. She liked cooking, and it was thanks to her doing chores like these that the Guild took care of her living expenses. She didn't go to missions often because of how unsuitable for battle her magic was, so she managed the Guild instead, and was compensated for it.
She slapped away a hand that tried to snatch one of the orange gelatins she had made. She was not actually angry, for tried to make her face look stern as she looked at the grinning boy, one of the younger members of Amaranth. After the boy had left the kitchen, Yuliana double-checked that he hadn't taken any of the gelatin, and then took them to another member who took care of chilling them.
She was about to start preparing another bowl of salad, when someone shouted that some dishes had to be taken to the tables, and quick. Yuliana sighed, and prepared a tray which she then loaded with the prepared dishes. Amaranth was still a new Guild, not yet well organized. Its members didn't have much experience in arranging events like these, and thus, the kitchen was in chaos. The other members probably had no idea how much work had to be done for the sake of their fun.

As soon as Yuliana stepped into the room with the dining tables, she was suddenly assaulted by a bubbly creature that did its best to crush Yuliana's ribs. She barely managed to get the food out of the way before Freya hugged her, driving the air out of her lungs. "Careful, Freya", she said with a very slightly reproachful tone, but the young S rank mage had already disappeared somewhere by the time she had recovered enough to say those words. Yuliana let out a fond sigh as she looked at the lively girl going around hugging people. Yuliana really liked Freya, even if she was a bit hard to handle at times. Or maybe she liked her because she was hard to handle. She was probably still feeling very proud about how she had 'helped' Yuliana cook.
Yuliana laid her load onto the table, where it was soon claimed by hungry mages. The feast hadn't even been formally started yet, but they couldn't restrain themselves. Well, as a cook, it made her a bit happy that they were so eager to eat what she and the other cooks had made. Though occasionally they were a bit too eager, as proven by a -very brief- fight over some pie. A pie that Yuliana had made, now that she looked at it closer. One side of the 'fight' was Freya -that was not particularly surprising- and the other one was the man named Gren. They had recently been arranged into the same team, so she had naturally spoken to him, but since she rarely went out for missions and was busy at the Guild, she wasn't quite as well acquainted with him as one might imagine from their relationship as teammates.
After leaving the dishes on the table, Yuliana turned around, intending to head back to the kitchen. She then finally noticed that a new person had entered the building. It was Issabella. So she had returned then. Yuliana thought for a moment about what she had started some time after Issabella had left for her latest job. She'd planted three different rumors about the nature of her mission, and left them to evolve on their own. When she had last checked their status, a week ago, according to them, Issabella had apparently been hunting dragons in some northern mountain range. It was interesting how rumors could evolve through the passing of time.
She also noticed Sarah, her other teammate, near Issabella. She hadn't spoken with her a lot either. She probably should do so after this party. Right now, she was far too busy to stop and have a decent conversation, so she headed back for the kitchen.
As she was about to enter the kitchen again, she happened to glance in the direction of the living area. The boy named Sidney was sitting there. Yuliana liked him. While he was a bit hard to approach, she had still spoken to him occasionally in the kitchens, when he came to bake something, and she had shown him her magic a couple times. He was rather colorful, in many ways. Yuliana thought for a moment of bringing him something to eat, but decided that she had no time for it. There was food to be made. She disappeared back into the kitchen.

Gawain Harlen

The highly respected Guild Master of Amaranth was sitting on a couch in the living area of the Guild Hall. As always, his majestic figure radiated power and grace... not so much. His respectability may have been somewhat lowered by the fact that he had a glass of some obscure alcoholic beverage in one hand, and was had his other on the shoulder of a female member of the Guild sitting next to him. Not to mention his clothing. He was wearing a sleeveless linen shirt that was worn with age. While it did do a good job of showing his muscles, it seemed miraculous that it was still in one piece. Anyone could tell that it should tear apart any moment now. His loose, black trousers were not in a much better shape. In one word, he looked shabby. Almost like a beggar. Well, a beggar with large muscles and enough magical ability to intimidate almost anyone.
" I was saying, one should never attempt to dispel a barrier made of Scila Runes without first affirming the order of..." Gawain Harlen had three 'modes'. Intelligent, lazy, and lecherous. To someone looking, it would have definitely seemed that he was either in lazy or lecherous mode, clearly making a move on a woman young enough to be his daughter. However, as anyone who came close enough to listen would realize, he was actually in his intelligent mode, explaining to the fledgling mage the delicate process of undoing Runes. Well, in his intelligent and lecherous mode. His hand was slowly but surely sliding down from the young woman's shoulder towards her behind.
Mere moments before his hand reached its target, there was some commotion near the entrance, attracting both Gawain's and his companion's attention. While disappointed at the fact that the interesting new thing caused his companion to rise up and go see closer what was going on, Gawain was also a bit delighted when he saw what was going on himself.

Issabella, one of his two best achievements had returned. He had managed to recruit two women, both gorgeous, and both good enough to easily qualify for S rank, into his new Guild. If it weren't for them, he might've called it quits only a few weeks after the Guild was first established, order from the Council or not.
Gawain stood up from the couch and headed to the direction of the returnee, his mouth curving into a small smile. He had missed the warrior mage, for several reasons. One of them was, obviously, her delightful sense of fashion. Gawain gave her an approving nod as he looked her over while approaching. He couldn't understand why most women decided to cover themselves with so much unnecessary cloth when they were so much more beautiful without. That was one reason he liked her, but not the only. She was also a physically oriented mage, and Gawain enjoyed sparring with her.
He was about the greet her, while looking her up and down again now that he'd come close enough to fully appreciate her, but she suddenly decided to head somewhere -to the direction of the lounge. He intended to move after her in order to give her a friendly pat, but then he noticed the creatures of bone following her. Grimacing a bit, he stopped on his tracks. He'd tried to move for the S rank mage several times before, but those things were always in the way, watching her behind. He bore a little antagonism towards them. Well, he'd get his chance sooner or later. Still, even if it wasn't safe to lay his hands on her, he did actually have some official things to talk about with her as well. After clearing an S Rank mission, he'd need her to report to him.
Then he completely abandoned the idea of following Issabella, when he saw who she was talking to. The Creepy Kid. Not only was the boy himself creepy as hell, but when the Guild Master had once had to check his room in order to do some repairs for the building, he'd found a doll that was clearly possessed. He'd seen nightmares for several nights in a row after that, and avoided the boy like the plague afterwards.
Gawain turned about and nodded to the one standing near him -Sarah. There was something strange about her, but he couldn't quite place what it was. Maybe it was the fact that he had a little trouble remembering her name, even though he never forgot the name of any woman. Very odd.
As he shifted his weight on the floor, he noticed that there was a slight unevenness to it. He looked down, and noticed that the floor was burned in a small area. It did not take her long to add one and one -Issabella had been here a moment ago, and it had been very hard to not notice the Guild's very own Princess giving a brilliant argument on why she deserved to have pie.

If one S Rank mage was unavailable, one should go to the other one. A plan began to form within Gawain's mind. He had missed the wonderful opportunity of Freya's hugging round before, so he'd need to wait for a new chance. Or no. He would create a chance, not wait for one.
Hint number one: Pie.
Hint number two: Not required.
Gawain burst into action. He moved towards the kitchens. He positioned himself next to the doorway to the kitchen. He then moved his head so that he could see into the kitchen, just for the briefest moment. "Target located." He pulled his head back to hiding, having memorized the location of the target and the route to it. He concentrated. A tiny silvery portal appeared in front of him, and four small chains came out of it. Focusing his mind into this matter of utmost importance. Moving delicately, the chains entered the kitchen.
A moment later, angry shouts could be heard from inside. Gawain wrapped his hands around the chains and pulled with all his strength. The chains came flying back, with something additional in tow. As soon as the tray was in front of him, he grabbed it from the air, letting the chains wrapped around it vanish, and ran for his life. Figuratively. And he didn't actually run, since that would be plain suspicious. Instead, he moved with grace befitting a Guild Master. Though there was a certain amount of haste to his steps.
After some time, Gawain decided that he had shaken off his pursuers. Or maybe they had just decided that it was not worth it trying to chase him. Smiling, satisfied, he headed for the direction Freya had been in. It did not take long for him to find her -she was not exactly easy to miss.
Smiling, the respectable Guild Master bent over slightly next to Freya, one arm behind him, and another in front of Freya, holding a tray full of orange gelatin. "Some dessert, my dear?"


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Character Portrait: Alexander Faust Brimmer Character Portrait: Issabella Esther Carrington Character Portrait: Ravenna Character Portrait: Freya Hirane Character Portrait: Sidney Allen Character Portrait: Murmur Burns Character Portrait: Gawain Harlen Character Portrait: Erina Harlow Character Portrait: K'brak Zetlin Halibatore
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Sidney Allen

The smile on his lips grew a centimeter when his wave was returned, a ratification of his existence. His eyes didn't return back to the stitching in the chair, instead it bounced throughout the scenes in front of him. The hall faced a burst of energy shortly after, his attention drifted between the members of the guild as they interacted with one another in a style similar to a domino effect. Each moment that passed between individuals spread the infection, a virus that brought symptoms of elation in it's victims. The serum pulsed throughout his body, moved within his veins until they touched his fingertips, his toes, his ears.

Freya brought the flavor of chaos to the event, even going out of her way to squeeze the life out of him before challenging Izzy - only to be distracted by a mere dessert. Sidney had to inhale his soul back into his body, he wasn't sure if she knew her own strength. On another note, how could such a short girl be able to pack away that much food? He hadn't seen anything like it before! Maybe she had a secret magic that allowed her to consume large quantities of food without getting full, or fat for that matter. His lips pressed together with the presentation of such a thought, it was possibility.

"Hey, I have yet to know your name, are you new here? So was I." The contemplation of hidden magic evaporated in his mind when words filled the space instead. Sidney's head turned towards the voice; it belonged to a girl he had only seen only a few times before, but knew nothing about. "The name is Erina, you can just call me Eri, what about you?" The air around her was kind, but solid, far from being paper thin. He got the impression that she was a strong individual, reliable, even. "Oh," He spoke, he voice holding a soft quality that often drew out syllables. "I'm Sidney Allen. What a pleasure." His smile returned as he turned to face the girl better, retaining an open body language.

Another presence joined them soon after, this one belonging to Isabella who also took a seat on one of the chairs. The scene before him drifted to the woman, and then to the space she once occupied by the bar. The guild master stood there with an ill expression crossing his face, which Sidney found to be a bit comical. He hadn't really spoken to Gawain much, but despite his age he figured that he must be a good man, even if he seem to avoid Sidney and was a known womanizer. He did let him join Amaranth, and allowed him to keep Stamps, and that was all that mattered. Besides, he looked back to Eri and Izzy, he made a good guild for everyone to enjoy.

His eyes seemed to sparkle at the addition of the skeletal creatures to their party. They seemed to be bickering with one another, and the boy was able to count fifteen sparks before they were put out. "How have you been? And how is Amaya treating you?" No longer looking at the magic creatures, but their creator, Sidney started to tug at his scarf at the additional attention that made him both sheepish and happy. "And what about Stamps?" Those were a lot of questions to answer, but he could manage them, being as simple as they were.

"Stamps and I have been super-excellent. Like," His eyes gazed downwards and to the right, his brain trying to recall a certain feeling. "Five by five." They returned back to looking at Izzy this time, but occasionally glanced over to Eri as well. "Amaya is..." Sidney hummed in thought. "She's, Amaya." He smiled at the statement. "She acts harsh but I know that she has a good heart, she treats me well." The boy decided. He wasn't very good with his team leader's biting remarks but he was starting to get used to them, Izzy need not to worry about it. Though, it was nice of her to ask.

Sidney would have spoken again, but Freya's take over of the microphone cut his words short. Something about a national anthem and a holiday, the words were distorted when she 'whispered' the question towards him. Lucky for him, other members answered the question for him, making Freya out to look quite silly. He watched, amused, and even clapped at her announcement of growing half an inch, even if that didn't look to be the case.

Primitively, he wouldn't have guessed that the blonde was a talented singer, and her melodious voice always brought some surprise to him. How interesting it was for someone that could destroy cities to be able to sing such a lovely, gentle tune. The more notes that escaped into the room the more relaxed Sidney started to feel, until his eyelids started to feel heavy, and blinded his sight. Soothing, it reminded him of far away memories, and he only opened his eyes again when the woman crashed onto the floor.


Murmur Burns

"I would call you a woman but your beards do not allow me to interpret you as such," A smile that could only be described as sly and snake-like crossed his face at the appearance of their guild master. She was most positively hellish, anyone deceived by her appearance wouldn't find themselves being so hunky-dory for long. "Where's that half woman friend of yours, Burns?" The woman spoke with antipathy lacing her tone, something he wasn't unaccustomed to. He brought his cup away from his lips, setting the porcelain on a similar plate.

Ravenna was dressed in clothing that showed off her many battle scars, reminding him of animals that engaged in similar behavior; using it to display their power and authority over others. She was not to be taken lightly though, many of those scars weren't there for nothing, she truly was a fearsome opponent. Even himself wouldn't want to fight against her in combat - at least not now, perhaps one day he would have the honor. "I regret to inform you that I'm not aware of his current location." His voice sweet, nearly overcoming the challenging, sour emotions behind them. "However, I'm sure he'll show up soon enough." Murmur said, watching K'Brak out of his peripheral vision. Like the younger man, he only nodded and spoke the others name in acknowledgement as he approached the black haired woman.

He was torn between hating and loving the woman that rested on the thrown. She wouldn't bend to his will easily, and that was ever so frustrating, things moved so much smoother when people weren't so stubborn. That was what he liked about her though, he did appreciate a good challenge. Every interaction between them was like a game to him, something that didn't constantly leave him being the victor. It'd make her happy if he left the guild, but the Crimson Blades was too much fun to be in, even if it came with consequences. Ravenna cutting him for use of her blood magic was one of them, seeing nauseating displays of loyalty between the woman and her right hand man could be considered another.

"Destroy Amaranth?" Amusement crossed his face, but a feeling of nervousness settled within him. That would happen all too soon; discord had to plague the country at a very precise time. If such a bedlam was to occur before he needed it to everything he had put into motion could be set back. It was better to wait for something that would work in a proper chain reaction. The words he used were chosen carefully and his face no longer displayed such lighthearted emotions. "Sounds like fun." He smiled. "Though, much of the guild will be gathered this month, given their festivities." The man said, sounding to consider the best course of action. His eyes met her own, no longer playing coy. "I would have thought you'd be presently more interested in the new slave trade mission we received. Oh, what was the guild called? 'Jyel'?" The smile he worse was positively venomous, fishing for something that could prove his suspicions to be true.

Feeling a new addition among them, Murmur turned his head to look at Vincent, who was silent as ever. That one was quite unsettling, he hardly had any information on the particular mage at all. The blue haired male had made a mental note to keep an eye on him, but he always seemed to slip away so conveniently. "What do you think about all of this, Vincent?" He questioned, dragging another person to walk on hot coals. Their guild master was so fickle, one had to be careful about what they said.


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Gawain Harlen

Freya had just finished eating her pie when Gawain came to offer the spoils of culinary war he had recently gained possession of. It did not take long for the young woman to notice the gift he had brought. The Guild Master smiled back down at the member of his guild when she looked up and smiled to him. She was truly a delightful girl. She was lovely in more ways than one. Not only was she beautiful, but also had a great personality. And most importantly, she truly seemed to like him.
"You're the best, master. You're the most honest person I've ever met - I hope I find someone like you one day. You work so hard all the time and you're so selfless. All men should be like you!" Since she said that, with such trusting eyes, it was hard to imagine that she disliked him. There was, however, a small problem. While it was a good thing that she liked Gawain, it would have been better if the way she liked him had been a bit different. After all, when the young woman stood on her toes to kiss him, she did so on his cheek. Well, this was pleasant in its own way.
"I really like you, master", Freya said after returning down from the kiss on the cheek, blushing slightly. She was so pure. It almost made Gawain feel bad about giving her a small tap on the behind when she left. Almost.
'Mission success', the respectable Guild Master thought as she watched the S Rank mage disappear into the kitchen. Though the result had not been as good as he'd hoped, it was better than he'd expected.

After Freya had left for the kitchen, Gawain was left with not much to do. He glanced about, seeing if there were potential targets nearby. Unfortunately, it seemed like he was surrounded by males and females who had been rather adamant about his earlier attempts to befriend them. He would have to move more slowly with them. Now, however, was not the time.
Sighing, the Guild Master glanced at the direction of Issabella and the Creepy Kid, wondering if he should go talk to the other S Rank member despite the company she was in. However, he now noticed that there was a third person included in their conversation. A young woman. She was rather unfeminine, but he was not someone to mistake a woman for a man, even if they were tomboyish. It took him a moment to remember who she was. Erina Harlow. She joined rather recently. Considering how new she was and her tomboyish appearance, it made sense that he hadn't remembered her instantly.
Gawain didn't get the chance to think about it for much longer, as the by far hardest-to-ignore member of the Guild scrambled onto the stage. Even without the deafening sound that suddenly filled the air, he would've noticed Freya soon enough.

The respectable Guild Master thoroughly enjoyed the show. A small smile appeared on his face at the 'national anthem' thing, but the next thing she said was much more interesting. 'Half an inch? I need to update her file.' Gawain probably found it more interesting than most people in the hall. Then again, he was probably one of the few who misunderstood it. When he heard about a woman growing, he wasn't thinking about vertical growth, but rather, 'horizontal'. Which made it much more interesting.
Gawain kept listening to Freya attentively, and was soon rewarded for his attention, when the subject of her speech turned to Issabella, and a particular story involving her. As soon as he heard the first words of the most interesting story, his hand dived into a pocket, bringing out a notebook and a pen. He began to furiously write down every word he heard, right under what seemed to be a detailed report of the Guild's activities, addressed to a member of the Council. When the story ended and Freya asked her question "I love you, Izzy. Who loves Izzy, too?", Gawain's hand was among those that shot up.
Satisfied after having heard the fascinating story and having written it down, Gawain put the notebook back into the pocket it had been in. Freya began to sing not long afterwards, and he listened to it attentively for some time, before noticing something else interesting.

A small gravitational abnormality in the direction of the kitchen. Being a user of Gravity Magic himself, he had grown sensitive to such things, even if the abnormality did not affect him. The Guild Master turned his head to look at the direction he had sensed the abnormality from, wondering what the cause had been. Then he noticed the Music Boy, and his interest dissipated. He knew the boy could use Gravity Magic, so he was the prime suspect. He was, however, a he, and thus of little interest to him. Well, it might be interesting to do some research on Gravity Magic by training with him, but this was not the time for training.
Besides, something happened to a person who was of interest to Gawain. Freya had fallen off the stage -not that that was particularly surprising. The Guild Master was about to head over to her, but then he realized that she hadn't fallen particularly hard. In fact, her collision with the floor had seemed strangely soft. Gawain thought about it for a brief moment, but then shrugged. Someone had probably interfered. Freya was well-liked, and it wasn't like a room full of mages had no one who could soften someone's fall. Gawain could name several of them, and then there were males as well. He decided that Freya was fine. Even if the blow hadn't been softened, she was still an S Rank mage, and one of them wouldn't be seriously harmed by something like that.
Gawain turned his attention back to the Music Boy. He'd noticed something just before Freya had drawn his attention again. His eyes searched the boy's surroundings, and soon found what he'd thought was interesting. Amaya Tanaka. A promising B Rank mage. And more importantly, she was also rather attractive. She had a good sense of style as well. The respectable Guild Master approved of her. There was just the problem that she was a bit hard to approach, to put it mildly. She seemed to dislike attention. Still, he would eventually get to her. He nodded in greeting, just in case she happened to look in his direction.

"Now then..." Tearing his attention apart from his interests -that is, women- the Guild Master turned to his duties. This was a party, so he didn't have anything official to do. However, as a Guild Master, the representative of the Guild, he had to stay in top shape, both physically and mentally. And that could mean only one thing when in a situation like this.
He grabbed a plate and began to pile up food onto it. A very large amount of it. This was a feast, after all. But perhaps surprisingly for those who knew him, or thought they knew him, everything he gathered on his plate was actually healthy food. While the size of the meal was large, it was a very balanced one, giving him everything he needed. Building and maintaining muscles such as his did not come from exercise alone, but also from a healthy diet.
He began to eat, approving of the taste. Everything had been made by members of the Guild, and it tasted very good. His Guild had many great cooks in it. 'And they're beautiful as well', he thought while eating. Everything tasted better if it was made by a beautiful woman. Of course, it would taste even better if he was eating it in the company of one as well.

Yuliana Lumina

Not long after she had returned to the kitchen to finish up the last few dishes before the official start of the feast, Yuliana saw chains shooting into the kitchen and wrapping themselves around the gelatin that had just finished being chilled properly. She shouted out a warning to the other members in the kitchen, and they tried to grab the tray the gelatin was on, but the chains were pulled out swiftly. Yuliana recognized the magic that had been used. It was definitely the Guild Master's. Some of the other cooks were about to chase after the thief, but Yuliana stopped them. "Give it up. They'll be gone by the time we find him, and we can always chastise him later." Some seemed reluctant, but others nodded. It was no great mystery who was guilty of the theft. This was not the first time their master had done something like this with those chains of his. But Yuliana was determined to root out that bad habit of his. She had decided to make a decent Guild Master out of that old man not a week after she had joined Amaranth. It might take years, but she was determined.
Yuliana and the other cooks returned to what they had been doing before the small incident Yuliana herself turned to arrange some salad onto a plate in a beautiful, colorful pattern. She put a great amount of effort into small things such as this, even though she knew most people would not stop to appreciate it.

Right after she had finished with the salad, someone familiar entered the kitchen, calling Yuliana by the name she preferred to be called. She turned around to smile to Freya brightly, and kept the smile even after she noticed what the younger but much more powerful girl was doing. 'I guess it's no great mystery why the old man took them', Yuliana thought to herself as she looked at Freya eating the last bits of the orange gelatin she had made. Considering the Guild Master's personality and Freya's, it wasn't too hard to imagine what had happened. The question was, how far had the old man gone? It was unlikely that he had done too much -even he couldn't be that forward with someone like Amaranth's Princess.
"I'm really hungry. The appetisers were amazing. You're all such amazing cooks. You'll teach me some time, right?" Yuliana smiled noncommittally to Freya. She had no qualms towards teaching the girl cooking, but she was a bit doubtful about whether she could actually learn. She had shown the people in the kitchen her 'talent' quite well earlier.
Yuliana nodded to the brunette who said that they were ready. There wasn't much else left to do. All the food was ready, and they'd only need to bring in more food as the trays that were already on the tables were emptied. Only a couple people needed to stay behind to watch the food.
Freya left after it was affirmed that the feast was ready to begin. Yuliana turned to the others. "I'll take the first watch", she told them. They were all hungry, even though they'd done some tasting themselves to make sure that the food they'd made was actually good enough to bring into the tables. Thankful, the others nodded and left the kitchen. They'd come back when it was their turn to watch over the food or when the tables were starting to run out of food.

Yuliana let out a sigh of relief and sat down onto a chair in the kitchen after the chore of cooking had finally finished. She did enjoy cooking, but it was a lot of work, cooking for so many.
While she had indeed volunteered for the first watch, she really wanted to join the feast soon herself. She really enjoyed festivities, and had done a lot of preparation. Despite being in a kitchen, she was wearing a fancy dress of a brilliant red -V306-S501-Y479-W320-L029-B731-6, a color close to the color of her hair- decorated with pure white patterns. Of course, she was wearing an apron over it, but it was nothing shabby either. It was made of fine material and had intricate floral patterns on it.
Using the free time she had now, Yuliana began to braid her hair. She'd tied it into a simple ponytail while cooking, but that was not quite enough for a party. A feast required something more ornate, something that a complex braided hairstyle can provide. Hearing Freya's lovely voice singing outside, she hummed herself while working on her hair
Unfortunately, the braiding took both her hands, and when another thief appeared in the kitchen, pulling away a plate of meat without any physical contact, she couldn't grab the food in time. She did, however, identify the thief before he fled. He made a mental note to chastise him later as well. At this pace, he'd have to spend the entire next day scolding people. Unless they fled using the excuse of doing a mission first, of course.
She sighed, and returned to braiding her hair. Some time after the singing had stopped, she finally finished, standing up. She brushed her dress with a hand, making sure it was in good order, before going to stand by the kitchen door. Soon, a replacement arrived to take her turn watching, and she was free to join the feast herself. She entered the main area, looking for a spot to sit in.


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Amaya Tanaka

As soon as Amaya had temporarily used her magic to catch Freya- though honestly the girl would just be falling over again in a minute, so Amaya didn't know why she bothered- she was back to leaning casually against a pillar. She accepted Freya's blown kiss with a playful pretense to catch it and pat it to her cheek, just to humor the childish mage before said girl went running off towards the table of food.
Food! To anyone else she might have looked bored leaning back with narrowed eyes as she did, but she was attentively scoping out the food table. Luckily, there was a decent portion of the chocolate truffles left. Sitting there oh so innocently just waiting for someone to snatch them up.Better yet, Yuliana had just switched shifts, and it was always somehow easier to get away with taking food when the other redhead wasn't there, She was a brilliant cook, much too brilliant, as were other cooks in Amaranth's kitchens. It would be an insult if nobody tried to steal the food! Amaya was just debating how to go about her robbery when her teammate Browen appeared in front of her, dressed like a circus clown, like always. Amaya rather liked Browen. His sense of style always provided amusement to her, and his slow paced way of action kept him from making snappy remarks back at her. Her fellow B rank was also rather powerful with his different magic. Amaya guess he could aim for a much higher rank if he had the motivation.

"Morning Amaya, How are you today?"

"Have quite headache, not made any better by your bright ensemble."
She reached out with left hand , momentarily distracted by one of the feather on his hat, prodding it interestingly before returning her hands to her side. Browen had casually begun eating his plate of meat again. Amaya's eyes twitched up, flickering around the room for a moment, making quick eye contact with the guild master, who nodded in greeting. She didn't bother nodding back, continuing her scope of the room. She saw the table of food- Oh for the love of.... Of course the Princess Freya was devouring those truffles she'd seen earlier. Oh the sadness, that many gone to waste being shoveled into the mouths of the hyper girl and.... a teddy bear. Amaya groaned, deciding to head over and snatch one of the trays for herself while Freya was distracted. She finished her oservations of the room, noting Sidney, Issabella and a new girl, sitting in the lounge area. Ah, Sidney. He was newer to the guild, assigned to Amaya's team, and though she treated him like everybody else she harbored a worry for his slim cat loving form. Actually, she harbored a worry for Browen as well, with his delayed reflexes. She expected him to get hit by a throwing blade or a quick magic any day now.
It was obviously notable that she was much nicer to Browen and Sidney, her other team member, than to anyone else. Browen, because she thought of him as a friend, perhaps, and Sidney, well, because Sidney looked like a breath of wind would knock him into a million pieces.

The red head turned her attention back to her team member.
"Okay circus freak, here's what were gonna do. We're going over there and taking at least one tray of those chocolate truffles first of all. And then you, Sidney and I are picking a job. We really need to start picking them together." Amaya shuddered at the multiple times they had each separately signed the team up for jobs that only suited the one who'd picked it, and often coincidentally exploited the other's weakness. Even Sidney had once signed them up for breaking a cat possession charm, worth little money, simply because he'd seen the word cat. that had actually been a rather scary event. Cat possessions were not a joke.
"We need to pick better jobs, that we can get the full money for. I'm short on rent and drinking money."

She looped an arm around Browens shoulders not giving him time to agree or disagree with anything she'd just said, too intent on getting those truffles before Freya could. And team bonding of course. But mostly the truffles. She'd have to steal them, sneakily maybe. Or perhaps the harpy looking brunette would send them over, not wanting all the food to be wasted on Freya. Hm.

Amaya navigated Browen stealthily around Freya and made a gesture at the brunette, signaling she was taking the truffles. She just threw her hands up, exasperated and shot, "Go right on ahead, because obviously no one else will be able to get any!"

She snatched up the tray gleefully, letting go of Browen as she strut away. "Come on then Lord of the Color Blind, bring your mismatched little but on over here!"

With that she navigated easily into the sitting area Sidney Issabella and an unfamiliar face were sitting.
"Good day my dear frail Sidney, Madame Reaper, unfamiliar he-she I don't know." She perched onto the love seat that faced the chairs the three were seated in, balancing her tray of eclairs on her gloved fingers. She tilted it towards the unfamiliar tomboy looking girl, in a way to make up for her comment, knowing some people didn't now quite how rude/frank she was. "I'm Amaya. Chocolate Truffle? I saved some from Freya."
She moved her eyes to Issabella, taking in the warriors scantily dressed elegant figure. Back from a difficult mission and looking like she'd just emerged from a photo shoot with sorcerer weekly. Truly a role model!
"You should really keep an eye on your princess, " Amaya chuckled slightly. "She'll eat the entire feast."
After the appropriate amount of time had passed for the unfamiliar girl to take an truffle, she moved the tray out to Issabella and Sidney. She narrowed her eyes at the boy. "Eat one, I can nearly see your bones through your clothes. You need to build up for our next mission."

(OOC: Sorry I went crazy with dialogue, wanted to get some stuff started as I might be absent tomorrow, depending. Sorry I'm posting it here, I'm expected to leave for something in like, two minutes, just letting you know. I'll edit this out next time I can get online!)


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Issabella Esther Carrington

(Amaranth: Lounge Area)

Izzy heard Freya's voice echo throughout the guild - but not before she told the story of them both at the hot springs. Freya never did have any shame, and it seemed she took great pleasure in embarrassing those around her. Out of the corner of her eye she swore she saw the headmaster writing something down. Likely that it was the very story in which Freya was telling, it was like that perverted man to do so. Turning her attention back to Sidney, she noticed the singing seemed to soothe him. It seemed like he was almost on the verge of drifting off to sleep. She smiled at the boy with adoration in her eyes, never had she envied Freya so much. Was it her voice in particular that soothed him? Or perhaps it was the song in general - she couldn't be sure. Freya once mused about her voice, but she wasn't about to hop onto the stage which Freya stood - or didn't stand, as she had just fallen from the stage. This was probably one of those moments people would do that odd face palm thing which Izzy never understood. Freya was a clumsy thing, she could probably trip over her feet multiple times a day. Luckily Amaya caught her using her shadow magic, and Browen approached them as well checking up on her well being.

"Stop that." Izzy scolded, though rather calmly. "That's enough for today, take it easy darlings. Mommy loves you." And with that, the bickering little creatures disappeared. Izzy had created the creatures to be fully functioning beings that learned like every other creature, with emotions, and the ability to retain memory after being returned from their summon. Izzy noticed Sidney's eyes opened again when Freya stopped singing. She wondered what he had been thinking of during the soothing tune. What kind of things went on in Sidney's mind? "Good day my dear frail Sidney, Madame Reaper, unfamiliar he-she I don't know." came a familiar voice. It was Amaya, one of the wizards in which Sidney was teamed with, while she didn't come off as the friendliest of people Izzy deemed her a decent person with a rough exterior. She also had great potential as a wizard, however at the moment she was sitting at rank B. Frail. This was actually not so much a smart sarcastic comment as it was true. Sidney looked so delicate and fragile, like the slightest touch could hurt him, and he was so thin. Izzy wasn't sure why that was exactly, another thing she could add to her list of reasons to worry about Sidney.

Izzy looked up at the truffles in front of her, chocolate, she quite liked chocolate. "Thank you." she said, grabbing one. The fact she was able to rescue them from the garbage disposal that was Freya was a feat in itself. "You should really keep an eye on your princess, " Amaya chuckled slightly. "She'll eat the entire feast." Izzy turned to Freya, who seemed to be having some kind of eating contest with one of her spirits. "Let the princess have her fun." she said, mentally betting on Freya over the spirit. She was a bottomless pit, but then again, perhaps the spirit inherited the traits of its master. "Eat one, I can nearly see your bones through your clothes. You need to build up for our next mission." Her attention wandered from Amaya to Sidney again. "Truffles is hardly a meal, though." she stated, now concerned about Sidney's well being. "What might your next mission be?"


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The feast continued normally, Amaya was in good spirits and Freya wasn't injured actually she was devouring an amount of food worthy of the Imperial feast of an Eastern country especially known for lasting days although it seemed that she was eating mostly sweets and Amaya had her eyes fixed in one of the elements that the S rank mage was eating, Browen felt a pain in the neck and a small flashback revealed the cause: the over-enthusiastic hug of the girl who now reveled with the feast.

"Okay circus freak, here's what were gonna do. We're going over there and taking at least one tray of those chocolate truffles first of all. And then you, Sidney and I are picking a job. We really need to start picking them together."
"We need to pick better jobs, that we can get the full money for. I'm short on rent and drinking money."

Indeed she was right, the last job that Browen chose involved entertainment at a children's party, he had to admit that Amaya wasn't made for that kind of missions and better not to talk about the cat possession charm, Browen decided to confine all his memories about that mission in the realm of fantasy and never think about it again, for the sake of his mental health was the right decision, when he returned to focus on the present he realized his surroundings had changed and before he knew it was close to Freya with her multiple trays, Amaya recovered one left saying something.

"Come on then Lord of the Color Blind, bring your mismatched little but on over here!"

He stood eating for a while, someone bumped into him and his hat fell to the ground but the boy continued eating, his brain procesed too late that Amaya went to where his other teammate to talk about missions, Sidney, that boy's mind was a mystery and his body looked as if made of crystal, pure and fragile crystal, Browen walked towards Amaya at the time when Sydney left that place, "Let's choose a mission, I still don't pay this month rent" spoke when he get together with the Amaya's group, the tray was still in his hand so he kept eating his meat.

"Nice to see Issabella" he failed to notice that the other S rank mage was present, Browen didn't get along very well with her, she was a perfectionist and he was the opposite but even so he respect her a bit, scratched his head, "My name Browen" he introduced himself noticing an unknown girl, a new face in the guild, after a couple of seconds he continued eating while the leader was giving a speech that ended with the phrase.


That was when he realized the tragedy that had come suddenly, Browen didn't understand how he could have failed to notice that something so serious was going on "Amaya I lost my hat and my guitar!" he exclamed in despair while tried to remember that time had lost both elements, especially the hat the instrument for him were something almost disposables.


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Amaya Tanaka

Amaya nodded when Izzy thanked her for the truffle, and pulled them back onto her lap when she recognized Sidney wasn't going to take one. She knew his expressions well enough.
"Truffles is hardly a meal, though." Izzy said sounding concerned.
"No kidding, but he never really eats a full meal, now does he?" Amaya shot back, slightly annoyed. Now that she thought about it though, she truffles were probably too rich for the boys tastes anyway, so she took a small breath, seriously intending to try and be nicer to the S-rank. Of course, her suspicions were confirmed when Sidney stood up.
"Oh, I don't like mushrooms,"

Amaya scoffed, about to launch into what she considered a concerned exclamation (Though it was honestly quite rude), but before she could say a word, her face took on an expression of surprise when the pale cat-lover melded into the crowd, disappearing quickly. She looked back to Izzy and shrugged when she realized the older girl had asked her a question.
"What might your next mission be?"

Amaya plopped her left arm on the arm rest of her chair, the arm with an elbow length glove, resting her chin in her hand as she popped truffles into her mouth.

"Not sure, that's why me and Browen were on our way over, to get Sidney and decide... I was going to force us to pick to pick a good one together..."
Amaya quickly stopped the mental images of the cat possession job, not to mention the one Browen had picked... that had resulted in some seriously unhappy parents. She fractionally raised an eyebrow at Izzy, wondering if she remembered when Amaya's team had come home in shambles, Browen sheepish, Sidney nearly in tears and Amaya fuming and set to kill someone.

"I need real money, and real action." Amaya growled, jealous of Issabella's single-team status for a moment. She didn't have to worry about Browen's lack of attention, or frail Sidney! Thinking of Browen, Amaya wondered briefly where he was, when he appeared on cue behind her.

"Let's choose a mission, I still don't pay this month rent"

Amaya glanced up, rolling her eyes. She'd been wanting to pick a mission all week, but Browen had been distracted, Sidney to hesitant to pick, and both had been preoccupied by this oncoming feast. She waited until he'd greeted Izzy and introduced himself to the new girl, who still hadn't spoken.
Of course, The Master then chose to make his speech about not having enough money, which just reinforced Amaya's resolve to get a good paying job. If Browen could get focused on it, then her and him could protect Sidney well enough if things came down to it. And it'd be a good learning experience.
Gawain finished with a proclamation to go and and make some money. Amaya shoveled some last truffles into her mouth, and glanced to Browen.
"Well then rainbow, let's go ahead-"

"Amaya, I lost my hat and my guitar!"

The red-head face palmed. Honestly, I will never be a mother.
But, still, she wasn't going to leave her teammate without his precious guitar, though she didn't see why the hat mattered. Either way, she'd help. As long as it didn't take to long.

"Calm down clown, we'll find them in a minute."
Amaya stood up, pulling down her short tube dress slightly and dropped the half-empty tray of truffles onto Issabella's lap.
"If you know any missions that might suite our mismatched little parade, be sure to tell me on my way back by...I have to go find a guitar."

She rolled her eyes at Izzy as if to prove how stupid this endeavor was, then moved to Browen's side.
"Okay, we'll find them, but no stalling. After we're picking a mission and getting money, no matter what." She stood on her toes and scanned the area, hoping she'd easily spot her teammates missing goods. If not, she could always send some shadow snakes out looking, but that could cause a ruckus, and it was much to much effort to see from their eyes.
"Where'd you last see them then?"


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#, as written by Layla
Ravenna ~ Crimson Blade

The blazing red heart of a deep blue flame floated closer but Ravenna was too worn from the night's events to lift her head and ask that Murmur leave. Her body felt dangerously numb but she couldn't bring herself to care. As she had many times before, she found herself cursing her late master - Naciel Harlen. Why in hell did he have to die and leave his guild in her hands? Still, she owed him as much.

"I'm not asking for you to trust me, but I won't let you wallow and die."

"I will do as I please and die when I feel like it," she huffed, dropping her legs from her chest to settle them on the floor. Ravenna turned her heavy head towards Murmur and the bundle of medical equipment surrounding him. A tiny spark of irritation fluttered in her chest; she needed no help from anyone. Reaching for the ember of irritation, she clutched it around her like an iron shield. Irritation, rage, frustration, that she could cope with. Never ending sadness she could not. So the dark mage clutched the small spark and snapped, "You were dismissed."

He did not listen but instead pressed a wet cloth to her wounds - Ravenna flinched slightly at the contact. He tended to her injuries with a gentleness she very much despised and yet, there was a sick feeling in her chest that felt strangely warm and comforting, yet agonising in its greatness. Ravenna turned her head from Murmur, aware of how close he was. She was injured, spent of her magical power and alone with a man. Pressing her forehead to the edge of her soft mattress, Ravenna did her best to hide the pathetic slither of fear in her eyes. Death clutched her hands tightly together to still their barely noticeable shake; she did not like the closeness of their bodies, much less the artificial tenderness he showed.

Murmur's warmth nudged against her shivering skin and his weight crushed her small frame. A small whimper escaped her lips as a large hand clamped down on her wrists and sticky lips marked her skin. There was a sharp ringing of pain, persistent as it filled her with its agony. She pressed her eyelids tightly shut, hoping to make it all disappear. Her young body could not take the torment and she feared she would shatter and she wished she would. She wanted to disappear and fade into oblivion but life was not kind; blissful death was a mercy she would never be given. The man crushed her bones beneath him, crushed her spirit, crushed it all.

Ravenna’s eyes pale snapped into focus and she found herself panting in cold sweat – was the poison causing her to hallucinate? Lifting her now freshly scarred wrist, she ran her fingers through her long hair as she watched Murmur with eyes she hoped were not wide with fear. Did he notice? She only prayed she did not whimper and humiliate herself before him. She was guild master and such displays of weakness would only dampen her fragile hold on them and give the S-class mage power over her.

Shoving her brief moment of self-pity from her mind, she spoke with purposeful monotony, “You will not speak of this.” Pausing, she continued in a quiet tone of voice, "You may leave." A part of her did not wish for him to go, for his flame was as good as the sun in such absolute darkness. Not that that was not familiar, of course. Brushing her thoughts away, she chastised herself for being so easily moved by such small displays of kindness. Right, kindness. Murmur was nearly as heartless as her. The blue haired man was selfish, cold and conniving. She knew better than to see him for anything less than what he was - a very skilled liar.

The woman who barely looked 25 stood and strolled over to her cello - whom she'd named 'Sora' - that sat by a frame of large windows. The dark wood of the instrument leaned against a plain stand, waiting to be touched. Ravenna lifted the bow from a small table and sat on a stool that rested by the glass, settling the instrument between her legs. Leaning her cello against herself, Ravenna gripped the slim bow – and began to play.

The notes sang through the air as her fingers trembled against the taut strings to create an eerie vibrato within the melancholy sounds. With her head bowed over the instrument, she played a a familiar melody of sweet sadness.

Her wounds rippled beneath the movements of her arms but she felt none of it. Ravenna was far gone, in a place where she could breathe underwater, rather than drown. With Sora, it was as if she no longer became Death and the aura of power and cruelty that plagued the air in which she lived faded, however temporarily. Watching her create such music, it was possible for one to believe she were a mere girl with a sad past and nothing more.

Dark eyelashes brushed against her cheeks as she filled the guild with her haunting melodies. Unusually, she did not care if anyone heard - Ravenna was tired. Her long hair cascaded over the used wood of her cello, curling over the bends and hollows of the now living thing. If she was not consumed in responsibility, Ravenna would play her cello for an eternity without pause. Her memories washed against her mind like tides brushing against a shore, but they did not hurt as much as they did before.

Ravenna breathed with along with the instrument, holding her breath in the long drawn notes, exhaling as she pushed the bow fluidly over the strings. It was Naciel Harlen who taught her to play so beautifully, the brute man was only ever gentle with his violin. He wished for the company of another and felt the cello suited Ravenna. It was a great gift, considering how little gentleness the late master ever gave. He was the sort to crush his pupil's fingers to teach them a lesson on how to inflict pain on others, not one to sit patiently by a young girl and teach her how to caress a cello. Yet he did and that was all it took to make Ravenna do his bidding. He was the first and only to treat Ravenna with such genuine kindness.

The poison pulsed in her veins, her blood doing its best to push the taint from her system. It was not fatal and Ravenna would be fine in the morning but right then, she was merely alive. Her fingers stilled on the cello and her bow slipped from her fingers to clatter on the ground. Ravenna's eyelids fluttered and in the silence of her chambers, she finally let herself go - letting the darkness consume her as she fell forwards.

Freya ~ Amaranth basement

"You smell nice. Sweet. Like food."

Zombies ate? Freya watched the fairy - who'd left her hair for the blonde corpse-demon-zombie-creep's. Standing clumsily, bright stars balanced on the tips of her fingers. Freya walked backwards, facing the blonde creature. "You want food?" she asked, her voice more high pitched than usual with her fear. "Follow me."

She walked backwards, unlocking the basement door as she walked up the stairs, nearly tripping for her eyes were too deeply buried in the undead creature to observe where she was walking. Reaching her hand behind her back, she opened the final door that would lead her to the safety of her guild. She considered locking the creepy man down here but her conscience got the better of her and she thought surely even the dead would fear a lonely basement such as this.

"Come, boy. There's a good boy. Gooood boy," she cooed, slipping into the blissful lights of the guild. When the undead corpse crossed the border and stood within the ground level of the guild - Freya shouted none too quietly.

"IT'S A DEMON!!! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" she ran at the nearest person - Amaya, Browen, Izzy and the new girl in this case and tackled Izzy to the floor. "I-i-it corpse alive fairy MINIATURE PEOPLE!" Grabbing Browen's shirt, she pulled the taller boy down to her eye level, widening her impossibly large blue eyes. "Do you know what this means, Browy-boo...? Vampires," she choked. "Vampires are real."

Waving frantically at the dust-covered man who was just dead before and now appeared to be the walking dead, Freya gushed. "He tried to eat me. Eeeeaaattt meee." Pausing, she shoved her finger between Browen's lips and teeth. "I'M A CUPCAKE!"