[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5404355][color=LightCyan][b][u]Ky Lien[/u][/b][/color][/url][right][color=lightcyan][u]Location[/u][/color] | [i]Rising Starborn Guildhall. [color=silver]Rembrandt[/color][/i]
[color=silver][i]Interactions[/i][/color] | [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5401420][color=f7941d]D'Angelo Schultz[/color][/url] [@samreaper], [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5407483][b][color=white]Arial Gratas[/color][/b][/url] [@twave], Jenna Wolfsbane [@Zarkun], [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5401576][color=BFB4B0]Akemi Desdemona[/color][/url] [@Lunarlord34][/right][hr]

Ky watched as Ariel shifted through magic with the ease that one might change their hat or select a record in a jukebox, hanging on every word of her curious dilemma. His understanding of the circumstances that led her here was limited, though he cunningly masked the gaps in his knowledge with the occasional thoughtful nod and an accompanying “[color=LightCyan]I see.[/color]” Or, “[color=LightCyan]Ah.[/color]”
Never both at once.
That would be [i]too obvious[/i].
What wasn’t obvious to him, at least at first, was the significance of having freely offered his magic to Ariel. Her gratitude brought a flush to his cheeks and an effervescent flutter in his chest. Try as he might to hide it, there was nothing to be done to stop the boyishly coy smile that widened across his face. 
Something was swelling within him. In time he would come to know this feeling as pride; the satisfaction of knowing you were a part of something bigger than yourself. 
The lost piece that completes the puzzle.
No longer stuck between the cushions, unable to fit in anywhere else.

As he was, Ky didn’t fully comprehend [i]why[/i] Ariel’s acknowledgment had stirred him so. It wasn’t even entirely directed at him or particularly overflowing with gratitude given the girl’s monotonous manner of speech when reverting to her base, white, form. Yet it was significant enough that when Jenna suggested to her that she should join the guild and seek out the other Mages who could provide the missing fragments of her psyche, Ky instinctively stepped forward beside the guildmaster to voice his approval.
“[color=LightCyan]The boss is right! You’ll meet so many mages if you stay here! I’ll introduce you. You and Tangelo.[/color]”
Ky spotted D’angelo’s theatrics from the corner of his eye. The more he came to know this eccentric cloud mage, the more apt his initial comparison to a comic book character seemed to become. Everything he did was so animated and bold, with a dramatic flair that was downright Shakespearean ([color=LightCyan][i]whoever that is[/i][/color]).
A sly thought had crossed Ky’s mind that a certain, uptight, lightning twerp would absolutely cringe at having to spend more than five minutes around him. Already he plotted to orchestrate Adelyn and D’angelo’s fated meeting in such a manner that she could not easily escape his wiles. The cogs of mischief were turning, and he somehow suspected that D’angelo would similarly relish in their machinations.

Ariel’s wolf transformation, while fascinating, had taken a backseat to the sudden shift of the crowd. Ky turned to spot the white hair of Akemi as she made her way through the hall - the crowd parting around her and her mysterious concoction as the bow of a ship parts the sea. Much like D’angelo, Ky’s stomach was not so easily turned by all manner of gross and disgusting abominations - and Akemi’s unique brand of culinary disasters were ever a favourite of his.
Not for eating, of course. His sense of self preservation wasn’t that poor.
Ky spotted the job flier in her hands and waved her down. Assuming she had taken up the opportunity to join their gathering, Ky peered over the top of the piece of paper to try and catch a glimpse at whatever assignment Akemi was considering.
“[color=LightCyan]Show me, Akemi! I wanna see. An escort? Aw, I can do that! Come on boss, can I go? Please?[/color]” He had to crane his neck to meet Jenna’s gaze, his own fiercely determined with the prospect of something perhaps a bit more exciting than his usual assignments.

[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5404355][color=cadetblue][u][b]Kiba[/b][/u][/color][/url][right][color=cadetblue][u]Location[/u][/color] | [i]Garrison Command. [color=silver]Rembrandt[/color][/i]
[color=silver][i]Interactions[/i][/color] | [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5401576][color=BFB4B0]Adelyn Amberfield[/color][/url], [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5404640][color=9400D3]Mark Penderghast[/color][/url] [@Sanguine Rose], [color=silver]Sergeant Munroe[/color][/right][hr]

Kiba watched the confrontation unfold between Mark and Seargent Munroe with his same, unbothered expression. This was not the first time he had been chided by a member of the garrison or a guard; nor was it the first time he had worked with Munroe. The Sergeant, assumedly preoccupied by his myriad duties, had never once addressed Kiba by name despite him having offered it at their initial meeting and the handful of reunions since - he had just never presumed that a minor detail like his name was that important.
As far as working with Rising Starborn mages went, Kiba embodied a lot of desirable traits. He took orders well, never spoke back and completed the task as efficiently as possible. Of course, the guards seldom admitted to anything that would resemble praise where the immigrant mages were concerned. ‘The silent one’ rang particularly hollow for him as it was fairly accurate and not one of the more creative, more racially charged, insults they had devised for him. Nonetheless, he paid them no mind. He had learnt young that in the toolkit one could use to break a person’s spirit, name calling was a rather dull blade.

The mission seemed to be falling apart when neither man gave way to the other. Despite his own feelings, Kiba could see where Mark was coming from. In his own country, Kiba had watched men’s throats be slit for lesser perceived slights against one’s character. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand the significance of honour and decorum, but rather that he had always thought they were the purview of the wealthy and powerful. For Mark to so vehemently defend not just his own, but Kiba and Adelyn’s honour, seemed quite preposterous. Kiba was no noble - he was no one.
He spared a thought for Adelyn. The young girl held herself with a modicum of respect and dignity after all. If he had been her sworn fang, duty would require that Kiba demand satisfaction on her behalf for the Sergeant's careless words.

Yet he was not sworn to Adelyn.
He was sworn to Jenna. In a sense, anyway.
And Jenna had allowed this job to reach them, so complete it they must. If Adelyn had not stepped up to ease the tension herself, then the task of bringing the focus back to the mission would have fallen to him. He didn’t wish to insult Adelyn by implying that she wasn’t capable of speaking on such matters without his input - so he remained quiet. That is, until the Sergeant turned to him in anticipation of a name.
“[color=CadetBlue]Ki…ba[/color]” He stuttered out, though he held no expectation that it would stick this time.