[color=C2B280][center][h3]Fleo Plector – Phoenix Wing Hall[/h3][/center][/color]

The minstrel's arrival caused Fleo to perk up.  Jumping to her feet, she declared to the group, [color=C2B280][“Looks like we're all here, then!  If we're all awake, we ought to head out.  Yesterday evening I scooted over to the train station to check the schedule, and there's a locomotive that passed through Onibus leaving in about...”[/color] Fleo's eyes opened wide as she beheld the clock on the wall.  She offered the other women an embarrassed smile. [color=C2B280][“...Ten minutes.  Oops.”[/color]

Fleo rushed outside, with Annalise on her bandaged heels.  The train station lay all the way across town; it would take some serious footwork on everyone's part to get there.  The dusty woman rounded earnestly on her hooded companion.  [color=C2B280][“Is there a way you can use no-name to get to the station?”[/color]

At that, Annalise treated Fleo to a withering frown.  [color=black][b]“What d'you think I am, a fortune teller?  'Course I can move fast.  Watch and learn, toots.”[/b][/color]  Brushing Fleo aside, she held her sheathed sword in the air.  A web of cracks spread across the surface before the scabbard fragmented into a swarm of pitch-black butterflies.  Still bearing a condescending demeanor, she flourished the bared blade in the air, and the metal seemingly disappeared.  A moment later, judging by the amount of air now cycling around them, Fleo guessed that the steel hadn't vanished, but materialized into wind.  So, too, had the butterflies become sylphs, and all at once they flew against Annalise's body, carrying her with them invisibly but steadily.  To onlookers, it might have very well looked like the dye-haired foreigner was sitting on an invisible chair, and even Fleo had to admit it looked rather weird.  

Watching Annalise go, she raised slightly skyward on a cushion of dust, but before rushing off turned back to look at Trinity and Ariel.  [color=C2B280][“Trin, I know you've got that weird sort of net trick you used to find me, but you okay to follow us, Ari?  Most fire mages I've known have used their powers to boost their jumping, at least.  Oh, but if you've copied my Dust Magic, then you can use Sirocco, right?”[/color]

[center][h3]The Frenzy Fort[/h3][/center]
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With Gabriel concentrated on poking Thor, he lost his chance at nabbing [i]More Than a Feeling[/i] when the somber Eliza plucked it from the board instead.  She made as if to walk off, but glanced at the two newcomers for more than an instant, even if it was down her nose.  Chances were, she couldn't do the job alone, and it would be easier to deal with the attention of people she didn't care about than the people with whom she'd already formed bonds.

After a moment of unease, she took a step toward the two and offered the slip to them between her fingers.  [color=5D8AA8]“Vere you two vanting to do thiz job az vell?”[/color]

[center][h3][color=d8BFd8]Nero – Dragon Fang Hall[/color][/h3][/center]

Breathing a sigh of relief that the Rune Knights hadn't even noticed him, much less recognized him, Nero prepared to invade the bar and order something special: real bacon.  His enthusiasm for grilled flank meat diminished a tad, however, as he happened to catch a glimpse of the commotion that the Rune Knights were apparently on hand to deal with.  With as much discretion as he could gather, Nero leaned in to check out what the problem was.

Apparently, the whole fuss revolved around one girl.  Looking at her, the genie could not say he was impressed.  Ragged, dark hair, unhealthy-looking skin, sunken eyes, and purplish discoloring around said eyes made her look like, as best Nero could place it, a creep.  The fact that such a cheery smile adorned such a face made her almost downright unnerving.  And did someone just say necromancy?  Yipes.  It did not escape Nero, unfortunately, that yet again he was being hypocritical.  [color=d8BFd8]“Geez,”[/color] he murmured, [color=d8BFd8]“I hope I don't look like that.  No wonder nobody likes me.  Hey, at least she'd probably go for a wish later, if the Rune Goons aren't hauling her off to an asylum.  That'll be fun.”[/color]  As much as he wanted breakfast, the dark mage decided to linger around a moment more to see how the conflict was resolved.