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

[color=DodgerBlue]"Now Hold it right there Writer's Crutch, I ain't letting Sunspot off that easily. We'll just have to take him out on the town. Come on, Asahi, lets go get you gussied up, as well as we can do something about that vomit smell."[/color] Laz placed an arm around the sun mage's neck and half-pushed, half-dragged him over to Karia, who was lookin' less than pleased about the whole ordeal, knowing exactly what Laz was going to ask.

[color=silver]"Ain't no way in hell I'm letting that drunken buffoon wear me clothes, especially since he'll get the smell of sick all ov'r 'em."[/color]

[color=DodgerBlue]"Aw come on now, Kaira, don't be like that. He lost the bet fair and square."[/color]

[color=Silver]"Aye, but I never had no part in it, and I'm not about to hand it over to ye just to get them ruined."[/color]

Laz frowned a bit, scratching his chin with his prosthetic arm as he tried to figure out a way to convince the stubborn woman. ". . . I'll pay ya for 'em. Name your price." Kaira narrowed her eyes, seemingly weary of Laz's offer as she set down a set of drinks for another table of customers.

[color=Silver]"Alright, if ya really that determined, I think . . . 30,000 jewels would be plenty."[/color]

[color=Dodgerblue]"Oi, that's bollocks and ya know it. I bet that get-up ain't worth anything more than a 1000, but since I'm generous, how about I give ya 1500."[/color]

[color=Silver]"Now whose the one spoutin' bollocks. If ya want the damn thing, ya better be willing to pay for it."[/color]

[color=Dodgerblue]"Not when ya tryin' to bankrupt me, I ain't."[/color]

[color=Silver]"Fine, how about 28,000? I've got a growin' boy to feed and the people her tip like crap, not to mention a few get to handsy when they they get a few mugs in 'em."[/color] As she spoke, Kaira continued to serve drink to the patrons, glaring at one drunkard who'd tried to reach for her backside, only to find his order come slamming down on the offending appendage with a heavy slam against the table.

[color=Dodgerblue]"Well, I can see why if Maude tries to bleed people try like ye' do. 3000 jewels for the clothes, and I'll even through in tossin' out a few of your trouble makin' customers as a bonus."[/color]

The two would continue this hagglin' for a while, Laz dragging poor Asahi around the whole tavern if he didn't manage to escape from the Devilslayer's grip. Eventually, they settled upon the amount of 5,500 jewels as a good price and soon Laz would thrust them into Asahi's hands with a rather chipper look in his eyes despite the hit to his funds as he threw his prosthetic arm around the blonde mage's shoulders. [color=Dodgerblue]"Now hurry up and get dressed, Asahi. I'll be waitin' to see ya around the Ascension festival grounds, and if ya aren't wearing it. . ."[/color] As he let the thought drag on, his smile would become a lot harder, his eyes narrowing slightly before he became chipper once more. [color=DodgerBlue]"Well, wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, would I?[/color] With an ominous chuckle, he left Asahi to put on the garments( or not, if he was prepared to face the consequences), to walk over to the others who seemed to be heading on their way out.

[Color=Dodgerblue]"Irene, Nemu, Sania, let's get too steppin'. We need to get going quickly, else the festivities my end before we get there.[/color] As he spoke, he turned to Laila, smile on his face as he talked to the woman. [color=Dodgerblue]"You should probably come to, Nutcracker. Deal with any dumb hoodlums that can't hold their liquor. I'm certain they'll be more than a few."[/color] With his invitations handed out, Laz started making his way out the door, holding it open for any who decided to follow him right then and there. However, while he seemed all cheery and smiles, he felt a slight chill run down his back, thoughts sliding into his head in soft whispers.

[h3][b][color=Midnightblue][sub][i]𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔩𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲[/i][/sub][/color][/b][/h3]
[h3][b][center][color=Midnightblue][sub][i]𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲[/i][/sub][/color][/center][/b][/h3]
[h3][b][right][color=Midnightblue][i][sub]𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔣𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲[/sub][/i][/color][/right][/b][/h3]
[b][h3][color=Midnightblue][i][sub]𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔡[/sub][/i][/color][/h3][/b]
[b][h3][center][color=Midnightblue][i][sub]𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰[/sub][/i][/color][/center][/h3][/b]
[b][h3][right][color=Midnightblue][sub][i]𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔫𝔬 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔤𝔬 𝔲𝔫𝔭𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡[/i][/sub][/color][/right][/h3][/b]
[b][h3][color=Midnightblue][sub][i]𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰[/i][/sub][/color][/h3][/b]
[b][h1][center][color=Midnightblue][sub][i]𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯[/i][/sub][/color][/center][/h1][/b]

Lazulin shook his head, trying to ignore the voices as best he could. Still, for just a moment, his gaze turned towards where Pythia had stormed off to. To the guild, he'd seem to be just giving a small wave to the petite red head, even blowing her a kiss in truly over-dramatic fashion as he turned and walked away. Behind his illusion, however, would be him tightly gripping the door handle as he took deep breaths, the glow within his eyes burning with demented flames that wished to be free. However, almost as soon as the voices came did they soon after leave, retreating to their place in his subconscious mind once more, gone but never forgotten. Crisis averted, Lazulin hurried to catch up with the rest of the group, as he'd fallen behind a few steps while fighting back his inner demons.

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

[color=Ivory]"Look around you, Marth. A majority of the girls here either have sisters in the Sisterhood or will eventually be sent there. It's the unwritten law of the Librarium to send at least one of your daughters, and as an exception, I find it . . . interesting. I can't help but wonder what life might've been like if I had been sent there like all the rest. Praying and waiting 'till my day of 'Ascenscion' with either trepidation. . . or terror."[/color] Marianne shifted her eyes amongst the crowd, while she spoke, noticing some commotion a little ways off but paying it no heed for the moment. [color=Ivory]"It certainly a strain of thought that adds some perspective to the ceremony, even if it takes away some of the celebratory cheer."[/color]

Marianne might've said more, but out of the corner of her eyes she noticed a pair of bodies go flying through the air. With a sigh, she turned to see that a pack of hoodlums seemed to have gotten on the wrong side of someone who knew how to fight. Marianne didn't pay too much attention to the scene, however, quickly flicking her eyes to Marth expectantly. [color=Ivory]"Well. . . aren't you supposed to be handling this kind of thing? Might as well do something besides standing around."[/color]

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