[color=00a651][h2][b]Annabeth Justenfant[/b][/h2][/color]

The Guild Hall was a rowdy, cacophonous mess of activity, same as any other day. Sometimes Annabeth wondered why anybody thought combining every Guild in Fiore under one roof on a daily basis was a good idea. The fact the building was still standing was, in her mind, nothing short of miraculous. But then, that was partially her responsibility; she was, after all, one of the S-Class mages, and that meant she was expected to help keep the building in one piece as best she could. Though that didn't mean she had to like it, she thought, as a group of four mages began to start brawling with one another at a table nearby where she was peacefully eating. Initially, it was alright- just fists and boots, nothing dangerous. Brief, comical fisticuffs were usually not the issue. 

And then one of them threw a fireball. 

Annabeth smelled the spell before it even fully formed in his hand; fire magic always had this odd sort of burning scent that went before it, and she was very acutely aware of that. The torch bolt went wide of its target, but just as the others began to call up magical counterattacks they were all stopped by an ornate spear flying through the air and impaling itself in the middle of their fight. A second after, Annabeth appeared next to it, standing in between them. [color=00a651][b]"I certainly hope,"[/b][/color] she said in a polite but firm tone that had all the feeling of a disappointed mother, [color=00a651][b]"That I didn't just see any offensive magic about to be cast. Because I'm certain such [i]fine, upstanding[/i] young mages are aware of the Guild Hall rules, and would [i][u]never, ever[/u][/i] break them by using magic against one another outside of the sparring ring. Riiiiiight, boys?"[/b][/color]

The color drained from the faces of all four lads as they sheepishly apologized. While she was not the strongest mage in the Wizards, the threat of an angry Anna was still quite potent as an enforcement tool. But, then, there was also her sweet side. [color=00a651][b]"Good!"[/b][/color] she exclaimed as she smiled and patted each of them on the head, [color=00a651][b]"Because the last thing we want is any of you getting hurt. Go on, get back to the table, your food's all getting cold."[/b][/color]

[color=2e3192][i][b]Mages these days.[/b][/i][/color] rang a voice in her head that only she could hear, [color=2e3192][i][b]They're all so quick to reach for the mana. What ever happened to talking about your problems?[/b][/i][/color]

[color=00a651][b][i]This, coming from a mystical artifact for the express purpose of solving problems with his pointy end?[/i][/b][/color]

[color=2e3192][b][i]I was a last resort, and I solved any problem I was confronted by with dignity! I didn't Magic Missile first and ask questions if anything was still alive! By the by, it seems there's someone over there looking for you.[/i][/b][/color]

[color=00a651][b]"Hmm?"[/b][/color] she asked as she turned her head about. Sure enough, there was Akatsuki, waving at her as she tried to edge through the bustling crowd. [color=00a651][b]"Ah, there we are. Thanks, Gungnir."[/b][/color]

[color=2e3192][b][i]At your service, Mistress.[/i][/b][/color]

By then, the teenage lady had made her way over, and Annabeth greeted her with a smile. [color=00a651][b]"Miss Kawashiro! What can I do for you, hmm?"[/b][/color]

[@Suku]