[center][h3][color=d8bfd8]Nero – Dragon Fang Hall[/color][/h3]
[@Zarkun][@Invisible Man][/center]

[color=d8bfd8]”Oh, no.”[/color]  Nero swallowed his food and put his head in his hands as Michael ran his mouth.  The idiot boy evidently thought that the best way to handle broken goods was to rattle them with the full force of his ideology.  Every spirit wizard he'd ever met was so unnecessarily, blindly dogmatic about the beings they depended upon.  They thought their connections to their spirits made them special, the only ones who could possibly understand about such matters, and therefore gave them free reign to inflict their own dogma upon whoever they deemed less enlightened.  

Nero leaned on his elbow to watch, a mocking smile on his face, while Joslyn embraced Eve.  Did it mean that she truly had Eve's best interests at heart?  The genie doubted it.  He listened, completely flummoxed, as Joslyn tried to show how much she valued Eve by saying the the Dragon Fang members ought to replace the family she was obsessed with.  The irony of it almost made the dark mage laugh out loud, if only it didn't hurt so much.  Neither did he fail to notice the howling sound of Wind Make near the doors, meant to keep Eve caged in like the animal they thought her to be.  These fools had no idea how to deal with insanity; they just kept shoveling their ideals at it, hoping that it would work, but it would not.  That was why Nero was alone while Eve was surrounded by well-wishers: the well-wishers had found that it didn't work on him long ago, and given up.  Of course, Nero didn't really blame them.  He knew of only one cure for his condition, but before he could enact it he had work to do.  Nero recalled the Law of Manifestation, and how it could alter personality.  Perhaps he could be the one to actually help Eve.

His attention was drawn by Jake and Balthazar.  [color=d8bfd8]”Correct me if I'm wrong,”[/color] he venomously spat to Ayame, [color=d8bfd8]”But is a guild member [i]questioning and threatening[/i] a fellow member, supposedly his family, over the kid's dogmatic spew?”[/color]  His head reeled as Michael's stuttering rose to a terrific crescendo.  [color=d8bfd8]”By the Horned One!  How can someone be both so pathetic and so annoying and not be tied up somewhere?  And they say I have issues.”[/color]  Leaving behind his coins for the bartender, he vacated his barstool and made his way closer to where Eve was still being smothered by Joslyn and Zen at the same time.  He took a deep breath, and his expressions altered completely, becoming his usual happy-go-lucky, harmless facade.  [color=d8bfd8]“Gooood morning!  Could I speak to the young lady for a moment?  I'm a licensed therapist for good people with bad powers.  And don't you worry, I won't let her escape.”[/color]