[b]michael[/b]

Michael sighed softly and just gave a nodded to Zephyr. He didn't partocularly care that he had been rude. It just annoyed him that people thought him weak because he got embarrassed and nervous easily. He just nodded, feeling half a child as Prince ruffled his hair. He shoved his hands in his pockets, feeling like he had completely stuffed up. 

A warm hand touched his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. [color=fff79a]"michael. It does not matter if you make a small mistake. You have the best, at heart, and that is all that matters"[/color] he looked to the angelic figure, Uriel was kind, always looking to keep Michaels spirits up, and the fact that he just summoned himself whenever he wanted helped with this. [color=00a651]"thank you, Uriel"[/color] he said in a way that suggested he was just going through the motions. Maybe he wasn't cut out for guild work. 

But he looked up, and said softly [color=00a651]"I'll be the bait. Y-you w-will stand out t-t-to m-much, and p-p-probably a-scare the b-bandits o-of, Prince. A-and Y-you're b-both known as g-g-guild w-w-Wizards. N-no one would s-suspect m-me of f-foul play and t-they'd p-probably just l-laugh, G-giving you t-time to ambush"[/color] he spoke with the stammer, nervously. Uriel gave a nod, before disappearing, blinking out of existence as he closed his own gate. 

[b]time lord[/b]

The TimeLord was in his underground, for lack of a better word "house", looking at one of several stacked notes. In his hands however was a note book that anyone that knew Sasha would know as hers. He gave a sigh, spreading out the clumsily drawn images of the dragons he had shown Trinity, opening the sketch book, he pulled out more sophisticated drawings of the same dragons. 

[color=598527]"Youre skill has improved greatly, dear Sasha, but for an eight your old, your drawings were good. These are better. Such detail. And yet, it still doesn't tell me what I need to know"[/color]

He sighed heavily, thinking outloud, he closed his eyes. [color=598527]"you could have been great with us, your knowledge of history was exceptional, even if you're reading and writing skills needed work. Such a tragic child. So sad, so lonely, so afraid. Well, I'm glad to see you've found yourself, at least, or are well on the way to. If only. Would you know, would you have found the missing link by now? Maybe. We can never know. And yet, I fear that time is running out. So many missed clues, not seen until too late"[/color]

He sighed heavily, rising, the sketch pad in hand. Sasha would find it where she had left it, minus the dragon drawings. He ran a hand trough his hair, which was messy from frequent such actions. He had a dark, blue bruise under one eye, and a cut above his left eyebrow, and walked with a limo, indicating he had been in a fight recently. 

He slammed his fisted hands against a wall, frustration overwhelming him. He growled, eyes falling on the mark on his hand. [color=598527]"damn it,
Why does this have to be so hard? Why does no one know where they are? Why, why why why!"[/color] he roared, and the carven shook. He snatched up his cloak, throwing it around himself, and storming out. 


[b]penny[/b]

[color=f7976a]"I don't know if I'd be able to form a completely solid weapon"[/color] she said, losing focus for one second. 

As Penny landed on her back, her breath left with an "oof" and she struggled to rise, before being pinned. Breathless, from having the wind knocked out of her and from laughter, she shook her head. [color=f7976a]"never"[/color] she wheezed, and knowing she couldn't over power Damian, and flip them over, she let flames engulfing her, she shot out from underneath Damian, into the air, landing after she caught her breath. 

She slid into an odd stance, watching Damian. She was turned on the side, effectively giving him a smaller target to hit head on, her back foot ready to propel herself either out of the way or into an attack. 

She chose attack, launching herself at Damian, fully expecting to be stopped.