[center][h3][color=C2B280]Fleo Plector – A Very Anime Situation[/color][/h3][/center]

A sudden jolt permeated Fleo's nightmare, fragmenting the dreamscape and reeling her consciousness back to reality.  Her eyes blinked open, their first subject the uninspiring ceiling.  It did not take long at all for her to become aware of a pressure on her chest, and turned her eyes thereabouts to find the source of the discomfort.  She froze as she witnessed Nolan, looking very unnerved himself, sprawled upon her with his head between her breasts.  Like a red tide, a furious blush spread over her face, her magenta eyes opening ever wider as her skin assumed the color of a radish.  Then she exploded.

Fleo's limbs literally detonated in an explosion of dust.  Clouds of the irritating particles billowed out into the hallway and out of the uninstalled windows.  Over the din of the eruption, a voice, flustered, mad, and highly embarrassed, bubbled forth loud enough to penetrate walls and floors.  [color=C2B280]“OFF!  I'm almost ten years older than you!  I thought you couldn't stand women!?  You can't stick your face in a lady's boobs until you've at least gone on three dates!  Are you some kind of pervert!?  Why are you in my room!?  Lucas, why are you here!?  Did you put Nolan up to this!?  How dare you!  Funjin Bakuhatsu!”[/color]

More dust exploded out of Fleo's room, sending the boys into the hallway.  Fleo, wearing only shorts and a tank top, though with her arms and legs fully reformed and covered in bandages, stormed out with another Dust Bomb ready to throw.  In the commotion, she had apparently found her headrag, for she was wearing it again, though she didn't look pleased.  In fact, Fleo's expression was very confusing; it was roughly half murderous, and half struggling not to burst out laughing and the look on the boys' faces.  [color=C2B280]“Who's ready to sneeze for a week straight?”[/color]

[center][h3][color=D8BFD8]Nero – Guild hall[/color][/h3][/center]

The cheerful responses of Ayame, occurring just before the events concerning Lazarus, elicited cheerful compliance on Nero's part.  When asked who 'Icy Drawers' was, he had pointed to Sasha, and when she remarked about the handiness of his magic, he declared, [color=D8BFD8]“Yessiree!  When it comes to combat I'm downright awful, but when it comes to helping or hindering there's no-one better!”[/color]

Then the confrontation occurred.  For a while it looked to Nero like the whole thing would be resolved peacefully, and so his hand had been lowered when Sasha attacked Shujin and Jarvis removed him from the premises.  Nero cursed inwardly, not wanting to upset his little friend.  It had been an embarrassing one-sided fight after all; now, nobody would take the metal-molding Rune Knight or his ideals seriously.  It took the Genie a moment to fully comprehend what Ayame was saying, for her reply didn't directly parallel his, but was constituted of her own analysis of the situation worded in her own way.  Nero smiled dejectedly at the girl, bemoaning himself for trying to impose on her his views.  Perhaps she had a better grasp of the situation than he did.  After hearing the confession of Lazarus, he lost interest in interfering with the matter.  His voice regained its usual volume and joviality.  [color=D8BFD8]“I guess he does feel shame after all.  That's a good start.  I hope this queen judges him justly.  Not fairly—justly.”[/color]  In his eyes, fairness was a concept created by the weak to take advantage of the strong, but that didn't need to be injected into his rhetoric now.