[center][b]Penny[/b]
[@Zarkun][@Expolar][/center]

As Damian layed her out come more, fipping her over onto her back, pinning her again, Penny huffed, but wasn't really angry, returning his kiss. She accepted the help up, brushing snow of herself, looking over to the girl as she spoke. Penny stayed silent, watching what was happening. 

Most of what had happened at the magic council, Penny hadn't yet caught up on. Being transferred to Edolas had meant she had missed a bit of what had happened, so Penny was content to listen. While she knew that Damian had beaten Crane, she found it amusing that such a confused description could come out of the battle and events there. Terrifying? Well, she knew it probably would be terrifying to have Damian's attacks and skills directed at you if you were an enemy. 

Instead of interacting for now, Penny stayed back, watching this woman. She glanced to the pack, and then back to the woman, wondering if this was just a trick, or some sort of trap. Penny remembered Grane, and she winced, remembering the vileness of his attacks. She had pretty much been thrown around like a rag doll, and then stupidly returned for more. She had been out of it for the rest of the time, really, until being sent to Edolas. She had scars from the battle, but then she had lots of scars. 

Penny did speak up now though, [color=f7976a]"So, what do you want?"[/color]

[center][b]Michael[/b]
[@Silver Fox][@Oblivion666][/center]

Michael blushed and as Prince run his finger under Michael's chin. [color=00a651]"I don't want a Prize...just to do a good job"[/color] he said softly, shifting nervously, but once they had all agreed, Michael was ready. He hoped his spirits would be too. Michael readied himself as night began to come along, people hurrying to their homes. 

Michael stood, waiting for the Bandits, hands in his pockets, looking the very imagine of someone nervous, shy and scared. He shook as they approached, and it wasn't entirely an act. He sniffed, glancing at the bandits, wide-eyed. 

[color=00a651]"E-e-excuse m-m-me!"[/color] he said, managing to make his voice loud, but there was nothing to be done about the stammering. He flicked his glance away, and continued, despite the snickers from the bandits. [color=00a651]"I'm f-f-from d-d-dragon F-f-fang, and I'm h-h-here to s-s-s-stop y-y-you"[/color]

The leader, Michael supposed it was the leader, gave a loud, braying laugh, [color=0054a6]"How, by stammering at us? Get out the way kid, or we will have to hurt you"[/color] Michael shook, swallowing, and shook his head. 

[color=00a651]"No"[/color] He said, [color=00a651]"I'm summon thee, Balthazar!"[/color] He had the demon spirit's key in hand, and Balthazar summoned, [color=ed1c24]"This better be good, Michael. I'm not in the mood for anything like you're  usual foolishness"[/color]

Michael smiled, and nodded his head in the direction of the bandits. 

[color=0054a6]"Haha, there's only one of him, and nine of us! We can take him, and his stupid spirit!"[/color] Michael just smiled, and Balthazar sneered. 

[center][b]Donna[/b]
[@demon shinobi] [@t2wave] [@burthstone] [@soren][/center]

The Woman, Donna, the requestor of the job had seen the group arrive, and with her blonde hair tied back, her blue eyes fiery with anger, the small woman stalked out and began yelling at the top of her voice [color=ec008c]'ABOUT DAMN TIME! i'VE ONLY HAD THE JOB UP FOR MONTHS! WHAT, ARE YOU WIZARDS GUILDS SO DAMN LAZY, YOU CAN'T GET OFF YOUR BUTTS AND HELP THOSE WHO NEED IT?"[/color] She was clearly distressed, upset