He tried not to show it, but when Reia said that Jackson was the true heir, there was a grimace on the patriarch of the Darcone family. Though it was only for a brief moment, no doubt the ever-observant Reia Alexandria Roselia caught it. In fact, the thought of her questioning him about it brought an amused smile to the face of Bahamut. But to the matter of her question, he mused a thoughtful hmm. 

“[color=0076a3]True heir you say?[/color]” Hamut mused aloud, “[color=0076a3]well, pray tell, what constitutes a “rightful” heir? Your brother — Roland was it? — was the rightful heir before he was hung,  wasn’t he? I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t he caught murdering your father. And it was Grant who caught him. Tragic. To think your older brother, through no fault of his own, had to lose his rightful place as Emperor of Rozarria because he simply was at the wrong place and wrong time.[/color]” Hamut had a grin on his face as he spoke. “[color=0076a3]The same with my grandson. He had been wrongly convicted for the heinous act of killing his own father, which in fact he didn’t. Not the same, but you can probably see where I’m going with this, can’t you Empress?[/color]” 
[hr]

When they stopped and Grant caught the notice of a fire, Savayna did as well. As a dominant ice magick-user, there was an uncommon trait she shared; it was a sixth sense. To her, fire magick has this strong presence. It’s not that it weakens her or anything, but if it’s in a general distance of three miles, she can detect it. 

And at the fire was Vlyn, the male Viera. Savayna still wasn’t used to that no matter how much time she spent around him. Given what had just transpired at Omisace, she was going to spend a lot of time at Stigma, so she would have to get used to it one way or the other.

As they would take a seat around the fire, Vlyn offering a meal to them, there was a thought that crossed her mind: how did he know where we were at the exact moment we chose to stop? It was peculiar, and it made her raise her eyebrow at the Viera. “[color=lightblue]So, this thing you need to tell us,[/color]” Savayna said, “[color=lightblue]you mind being a little more specific?[/color]”

[hr]

That hurt him like a sword to his back, it really did. It was like she didn’t think he was a man or anything. Well, not a [i]real[/i] man. That wasn’t true. He was definitely a man. Come on, just look at his bulky muscles! Only a real man would have those kind of muscles. But nope, guess that didn’t matter. Her cold tone was evidence enough of how she truly felt about him. Still, Dominic would not lose faith in their future together.  He had faith that he and his honey would be together at long last.

But until then, he watched as she and Lorrie would dominate. Only, he noticed something off. “[color=cb0015]Wait, there was…[/color]” DOminic was sure there was more than just twelve of those guards. Based on how he counted before, there was one missing. 

And as Shion whistled, he saw one uncloaking themselves from a vanish spell. Shion didn’t see him. Lorenzo didn’t see him. He had a poisonous dart aimed - and shot - towards Shion. Dominic didn’t think. He just acted, and used his incredible speed, to burst forth. He placed a protect spell in front of Shion, and crimson sparks would surround his fist as he punched the last guard out with such force that it broke the metal door of Shinto’s cell.

“[color=cb0015]Whew, that was a close one.[/color]” Dominic mused aloud.

“[color=50c878]Jesus, Dominic,[/color]”  the Arc would hear a voice say, [url=http://i.imgur.com/ttQIUh6.jpg]walking[/url] from the wreckage of the door, dust in his sandy blonde hair, and sunglasses, though they were vastly slimmer than Dominic’s aviator-styled ones. “[color=50c878]You overdid it again.[/color]”

“[color=cb0015]Shin, my best friend![/color]” Dominic brought Shinto into a big, bearhug. The blonde protesting but giving in due to Dominic’s overwhelming size.

“[color=50c878]Okay, that’s enough,[/color]” Shinto let out a huff as he saw who were responsible for his release. “[color=50c878]]Shion how good to see you again. I have heard through the grapevine that you’re doing well for yourself. And if i’m not mistaken, during the attack on Archadia by Zodiark, you were caught dining with Francis von Sicarius.[/color]” Shinto recalled.

“[color=cb0015]Wait what?![/color]”

“[color=50c878]What what?[/color]”

“[color=cb0015]That bastard Francis was with my honey!?[/color]”

Shinto whacked Dominic across the head. “[color=50c878]You delinquent, you and shion had one night together. [b]One[/b]. I’ve told you plenty of times that it wasn’t serious, but nope, you don’t listen to me, do you? Maybe now you’ll realize this one is far above your league.[/color]” Shinto let out a heavy sigh, “[color=50c878]my apologies Shion. I forget how hard-headed he can get. For any stupidity you have suffered through because of him, know that it will not happen again.[/color]” Shinto said as if swearing it to Shion. “[color=50c878]Now then, mind telling me why you broke me out of prison? Not that I’m not grateful , but you have me at a loss here.[/color]”

“[color=cb0015]It’s quite simply really.[/color]”

“[color=50c878]Oh?[/color]”

“[color=cb0015]Lorrie here(Lorenzo Of Rozarria) wants us to help him rescue his sister who is currently the prisoner of Hamut —[/color]”

[color=50c878]“Lorenzo Roselia?[/color]” Shinto chuckled, “[color=50c878]you’re Grant’s older brother. The same Grant that’s taking a fancy to my sister.[/color]” He said, chuckling again. “[color=50c878]To think Savayna found herself a proper prince that loved her the same.[/color]” Shinto walked up to Lorenzo, smiling at him. “[color=50c878]A brother of my sister’s love is a friend of mine. So, I’ll help in any way I can, but allow myself to formally introduce myself,[/color]” Shinto held his hand out to Lorenzo, “[color=50c878]Shinto Glacie, older brother of Savayna Glacie.[/color]”

[hr]

When Nadeline spoke, suggesting that Sylvester go back to Rabanastre with her, back to Wesley, a thought came across his mind, momentarily halting any outward facial expression. It was as if his mind went blank. Then, like switch, he turned back on, smiling gracefully at the future queen. “[color=mediumseagreen]I cannot. At least, not yet.[/color]” Sylvester informed Nadeline, holding his tone at a low, hushed, yet completely audible, level. “[color=mediumseagreen]But, I will escort you out of these god-forsaken tunnels.[/color]” Sylvester took the lead.

Sylvester extended his hand outward. A brilliant white light shone in front of him, bright with hints of gold. Magick would take the form of an oval-shaped portal three paces wide and five tall. As he would put his hand into that portal, he gripped something, and pulled it out. From portal came an [url=http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/secretsnicholasflamel/images/c/cc/3033728-excalibur.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20131003133212]elegant sword[/url] with a pure gold hilt that curved into the blade in the form of a claw of some sort. The blade itself flashed white, particles of holy floating around it. An inscription of some sort could be seen on it.

Whipping it to his side, the portal ceased, and he looked at Nadeline with a guile smirk. As he did, he took Nadeline’s hand. The warmth of her skin brought confidence to him. The halls of wherever they were were dank and smelled like rotting flesh. They were poorly lit, but they felt familiar. Sylvester knew which way to go. He knew that taking a left where it would seem like a dead end would lead them to a secret staircase that went up. He knew not to take them because that would lead to a trap. If Nadeline questioned, he would explain to her to trust him. When they would head down a series of flights of stairs that went up, down, spiraled and contorted to mess with one’s equilibrium, they came to a door. It was locked. It wouldn’t budge no matter what either of them tried. Then Sylvester scoffed at the door, pressing his free palm against it. Pulses of red and white and gold and black went through the metal door, and completely dematerialized it. 

When they came into what the door hid, it was three passageways, each having a different colored light: the left had a red, almost crimson light at the end of its route, the center was azure, and the right had jade. “It seems we are at a crossroads of sorts,” Sylvester ironically remarked. “[color=mediumseagreen]All three look cheery, don’t they? But I fear that we can’t leave it up to chance. So,[/color]” Sylvester placed a hand on Nadeine’s shoulder.“[color=mediumseagreen]Ultima, why don’t you make yourself useful and decide which is the safest route. I mean, that [i]is[/i] what you Scions like to do, right? You like to make decisions for us mortals.[/color]” Though not blatant, a hint of loathing for the espers was present in Sylvester’s tone.

[hr]

For the love of the Scions, why was he so fucking positive? Did he not realize what kind of situation he was in? Or rather, did he not realize [i]where[/i] he was? He acted as though he was in his office, sipping his evening tea and enjoying the sunset view from his office. There is no black tea with saffron, cinnamon, and a dash of some fancy rose. There was no sunset view. He was in a prison cell, yet he acted like he had nothing to worry about.

Jaakuna shook his head, finding his brother’s optimism sickening. “[color=ed1c24]Well, I’m here to break your happy ass out. Unless, of course, you would prefer to stay here?[/color]” Jaakuna was more asking for his own sarcastic self. He wasn’t going to leave it to ROman, because in a matter of moments, his two short swords would slice cleanly through the bars in a diagonal motion. “[color=ed1c24]Now, let’s go. General night is going to be back, and I’d rather not be here when he does. Unless you want to face his wrath.[/color]”

“[color=mediumslateblue]I personally do not.[/color]” Lannit chimed in, feeling left out.

“[color=ed1c24]See, you’re outnumbered, so let’s go.[/color]” Jaakuna tugged his brother by the arm, and hurled him over his shoulder. 

A haste spell was cast from Lannit, and they sped away from the dungeon, away from where General Night’s men would be present, and to a safe location about one-hundred paces away. Still not close to where Dominic had been, but it was far enough.

“[color=ed1c24]I think we’re far enough,[/color]” Jaakuna said, setting Roman down on his ass as gently as he could. Getting a haste spell done on him throughout the day really took its toll on JAakuna. He needed to catch a breather.