[center][@Leslie Hall][@Raijinslayer] [img]http://i1244.photobucket.com/albums/gg569/Lmpkio/Ezekiel_zpsqbnuhnvo.png[/img] [h2][b][color=fff79a]Ezekiel Benson[/color][/b][/h2][/center] Sitting in one of the farther seats in the Smiling Parrot, Ezekiel Benson can be seen drinking a mug of hot cocoa from two tables away. He simply looks back with an alert face, his eyes big and wide, listening in on the conversation at hand. Yup... they were drunk alright. Most of them anyways. Despite coming from such a hostile and rough living style, the rustle-haired blonde had some decent manners surprisingly. While supposedly of legal age to drink alcohol, Ezekiel never had a fondness of it. Beer is too bitter, liquor is too strong, and wine... is a rich-man's drink. Wine reminded him a little too much of the Librarium and he refuses to drink it because of this. Of course he can easily switch into being a ghetto-sounding pirate and join in with a drink of his own, but most of the time he is calm and quiet. He couldn't help but to smile at the conversation however, chuckling to himself as he sips another chug of his drink. It's a perfect drink to have on a day like this, the eve of a shower of rain coming in from the horizon. Yet this isn't just any ordinary day. His big ole' magical cannon lies beside his seat, a prize Ezekiel will never trade anything else for. Not even for a million currency. After all, the old man down in the market wouldn't quite have the weekly customer like him anyways. [hr][hr] [center][@Leslie Hall][@Crimson Raven] [img]http://i1244.photobucket.com/albums/gg569/Lmpkio/Ulysess_zpstaj4gem5.png[/img] [h2][b][color=CCCC00]Ulysess Callistrophous[/color][/b][/h2] [i]~30 Minutes Prior~[/i][/center] Ominous clouds loom over the grand holy city of Judea, beginning their slow but steady approach. Within the Librarium Academy's doors, lies the humble dojo belonging to the Sensei Ulysses Callistrophous, or "Callus" for short. The dojo was rather large, to accompany a good number of newly recruited students willing to join the Cleric Knights and Librarium Hunters, but at the same time it was cozy and humble. The windows above would normally reveal a glare of warm sunshine, instead showing nothing but oncoming dreariness, yet below, the warm lights shine through the paper-thin bamboo walls, producing a welcoming aura through the darkened room. Swords and katanas of different shapes and sizes can be seen against the glowing light. A mural can be seen next to the indoor entrance, showing a brief story and history of Pandora, from how the islands were formed, to the victory of the War of Faiths. An exist of beads dangle calmly in the exit way to the outside patio, where one-third is covered by a roof, the rest being a beautiful garden, so well made that it seems like it was a piece of an actual area with bonsai-looking trees sprouting in such bizarre forms. A small-sized rock garden can be seen to the left, with three large rocks sprouting from the sand and a waterfall flowing from the right and into a decently sized pond, filled with koi fish. It was a rather zenful place to be in... He was meditating on a mattress outside, overlooking the entire garden. Callus can sense the rolling storm and tension from beyond, yet here it was still peaceful. The faint rumblings of thunder can even be heard through the lizardman's ears, with his acute sense of hearing. Rain hasn't set point in his location, but it's arrival was no doubt inevitable. Suddenly, a man wearing a martial arts uniform creeps from the beady frame, uttering a faint rattle. He had jet black hair, being averagely tall, and hazelnut eyes. His name was Gregory Dimmevill, and he is a student and advisor to the Sensei. [b]"Sensei."[/b] the man calls out in a gentle tone. His voice causes Ulysess to slowly open his eyelids, revealing two golden reptilian eyes. He slowly turns his head, signifying that he has his full attention. [b]"I've just been informed that Deacon Peter requires your immediate attention, along with Whirlwind."[/b] continues Gregory as he pauses for his attention, [b]"It involves with... her departure."[/b] The lizardman nods as he slowly gets up from his sitting position, stretching his arms and legs as soon as he gets up. [b][color=CCCC00]"Thank you Gregory."[/color][/b] the lizardman responds in a kind, yet elderly tongue, [b][color=CCCC00]"I will attend to it shortly. If you see Mr. Astra, tell him to wait for me. We'll depart together."[/color][/b] [b]"Yes Sensei."[/b] the student bows as he quickly exits the room... [hr] [center][i]~Present~[/i][/center] Both the lizardman and the armored warrior enter the two large doors that lead to the Deacon's office, greeted by The Mother and her fellow Sisters. "[color=silver][i]Oh we are just simply thrilled to have you here to celebrate our beloved Elvira's departure![/i][/color]" the Deacon calls out welcomingly, yet the Mother Superior's gaze being exclusively on Whirlwind, the human. Ulysess kept quiet, silently sighing to himself. His race as a lizardman was severely looked down upon in Librarium's public society. After all, his entire race, save for his village, were enslaved to work for them, mostly on construction projects. They were good men in providing in hard manual labor, most of them anyways. Now they're slowly beginning to grow more tired and weary, with some becoming more animalistic then humane. It was saddening to see his entire race slowly moving into retardation, once described as an advanced civilization with ideas revolutionary of their time, now becoming nothing but mere animals with every generation. It was a painful reminder of the deal he made with the Librarium, all to keep his village, especially his friends and family, out of this slavery. In his train of thought, the Deacon rises from his seat to greet the two hunters. "[color=silver][i]Yes, the town of York is thrilled to be hosting such honorable guests for this momentous occasion. We trust you and your comrades make yourselves at home.[/i][/color]" The lizardman nods respectfully as he places his Rune Sword "Arcadius" and takes a seat to the nearest chair to him, with both the Deacon and the Mother exiting the room shortly afterwards, leaving the two hunters with the girl alone in the room. "[color=LemonChiffon][i]I am most honored by your presence, kind hunters.[/i][/color]" Elvira states in a rather empty tone, seemingly empty with emotion. [b][color=CCCC00]"It's an honor to be here, Miss Elvira."[/color][/b] Ulysses responds kindly with a warm smile while he makes himself comfortable, glancing at Whirlwind as he sits patiently in his seat.