[center][h1]Aiden[/h1][/center]

Aiden merely smiled and nodded at her words, his eyes turning to look at Kuroko, thinking a little on the man's comment with a grin on his face.

"I guess so, but then again, it also means I don't have to compete with you, Mr. Pencil Wizard." Laughing slightly at hus small joke, Auden ked the group over to the bar, where he gave a respectful nod to Tessa as he asked for a light ale. People could mock him all they want, but Aiden knew he was atrocious at holding his liqour and wasn't trying to make a fool out of himself as well. He also asked for the old pastry mage to give him another thing of ice cream, making it his 7th one in the last few hours. The slayer's addiction to ice cream was almost as well-known as his rage-fulled rampages, of which a few were caused by the very confection.

Every dragon had a treasure to defend and this one guarded his frozen treats with an intense passion. Trying to steal some from hom was unwise in the extreme unless he allows you to have some, and since that's never happened, just leave him to his treats. Otherwise, you'll be in for a bad case of frostbite to follow the terrible brainfreeze you're about to endure.

"So, since it's been awhile since this team formed up, whose to say we paint the town red. That or a request, as I'm fine with either. Been cooped up in here too long and I'm eager to stretch my wings, so to speak."

Aiden spoke in-between bites as he began to tear through his sundae, stopping a moment to slow down and savor a particular good bite, before he kept on going.

[center][h1]Revan[/h1][/center]

"I can avoid everyone as much as I damn well please, Hana . . . besides, Interacting with these ankle biters is the last thing I need right now." Revan said, his eyes remain closed but the air becoming heavy around him, a sign of his anger . . . and his depression. The war had been hard on him, he'd lost some good friends, some kids he grown to care for . . . even his own son. Just the thought of it caused his heart to ache with regret. Their last words to each other had been full if venom and anger(about what, he couldn't remember) and then Xavier was gone from his life forever. The wound was still very fresh, and dealing with the young recruits reminded him too much of what he'd lost.

Opening huseyes ever so slightly, he looked down to see a man walk in to the Guild. While he didn't think much of it at first, the longer he stated the more he felt . . . something stir in his blood. Something about the boy pulled at him, and that was never a good sign. Without a word to Hana, he got up and jumped from the rafters, landing directly in front of the man with a heavy thud. Dressed in plain, casual clothing of a black shirt, blue jeans, and some shoes, he had no right to look half as inti idating as he did. But as his red eyes stared into those of the newcomer, he gave off an intense presence, a glare across his features that could burn a hole through stone.

 "I can smell the darkness coming off you, no matter how much you try to conceal it, as you can probably smell from me as well. I don't know who or what you are, and I can't say I care that much either. I just want to get o e thing straight." Revan spoke in a low, harsh tone, one that could only be heard by the man he was talking to, and he closed in with every word, gradually increasing the pressure he exuded with his magical energy. "Causing any trouble around here is a mistake that you will not live to regret, whelp, so behave yourself or I'll have to turn you into a stain in the ground. Understand?" After he'd given his warning, whether the man heeded it or not, he walked away to the bar, taking a seat at the table and barking an order at the decrepit hag serving the drinks.

"You know the drill Tessa, 3 barrels of the good stuff and I want it now. I'm probablygoing to deal with people today and I want to at least try to do it buzzed, got it?"

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