[color=Dodgerblue][h1][center]Lazulin Mulciber[/center][/h1][/color]

[color=Dodgerblue]"Psh, In your dreams, ya maggot!"[/color] Lazulin shouted as he forced his head out of the sweaty pits of the Chaser's literal ball of sunshine, Asahi. The grin Reynolf had spotted upon the Devilslayer's face was gone, replaced with a warm grin as he seemed to join the Sun mage in crossing arms and raising a hearty glass. What would go unnoticed, however, was the little bit of sleight of hand that Lazulin had enacted upon his fellow guildmate's mug, the dropping of a small pill into the frothy remnants of whatever lay in within hidden by a well-placed movement and illusions. 

With that done, Asahi would find the positions reversed as Lazulin turned the tables,putting on a little pressure with his prosthetic arm as a bit of payback before letting the drunken fool go, the seemingly playful gesture really just a cover-up for the pill to dissolve with the rest of the drink, which would take rather little time. [color=Dodgerblue]"Ye willin' to put your money where ya mouth is, Asahi? Everyone here knows I could drink you under the table'n back without even battin' an eye."[/color]

Slamming his own mug against the table, Lazulin turned towards Maude with a grin. [color=Dodgerblue]"Come on Maude, give us a big round of drinks so we can see who the king of liquor is around here. And to make it a tad more interesting, the loser has to pay off their bar tab by helping tend to the rest of us. . . and they've got to wear a pretty little maid outfit while doing it.  Yes, Haha, that'll be perfect for the little sunspot. Come now lads and lassies, let's start a racket till she gives in. Drink! Drink! Drink! [b]Drink![/b]"[/color] A loud beat began to echo through the tavern as he and the others around his table began to bang their mugs on the table, repeating the demand over and over until Maude either caved or stuck them all full of those knives of hers.

[@Altered Tundra]

[color=Ivory][h1][center]Marianne Shimizu[/center][/h1][/color]

As the villagers made merry about the place, a single figure stayed separate from the merriment, her armor shining in the light of the sun. Unlike those around her, this young woman held no joy or happiness about her person. Her stony grey eyes cheered on the chosen Sister, Elvira, in her rising to the same place as Juno in the heavens. A scowl dug itself in upon her features, her thoughts turning toward the subject of the celebration. [color=Ivory][i]Hmph, I wonder if they're as happy as everyone else here about their . . . 'Ascension'. I wonder, if Father had caved to the pressure of others, would I be?[/i][/color] Marianne current opinion about the current system of the Sisterhood and how much it was forced upon every family to give up their children was that it was a perversion of the faith, as well as a way to keep women in a place where trying to break from the mold is consider a waste of their 'potential'. Just from her own experience, she knew that trying to be anything greater then a sister was often looked down upon by those who held to Junoism steadily and faithfully.

Letting off a soft sigh, the white haired maiden moved on from her little corner of the festivites, walking through the crowds with a clear, authoritative gait, no set destination in mind. Really, the only reason she came here was a grim since of curiosity, a part of her wondering what life would be like if she had gone down that path. [color=Ivory][i]Probably would've been an easier life, all things considered. . . much, much easier.[/i][/color] As she considered everything she could about her life, Marianne couldn't help but bring her hand up to her face, tracing the three long, thin lines of scar tissue down from her temple, across her eye, to where they ended near the bottom of her chin, memories of humid, oppressive heat and rumbling beasts rolling through her mind. And yet, it was not the fear, the misery, or the pain that came to mind as she contemplated the story behind this particular wound. Instead, it was a faint warmth, the sound of laughter, the feeling of security when you had another watching your back in a fight. 

[color=Ivory][i]I wonder where she is right around now. . .[/i][/color]
[@Mercurial]