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"[color=mediumpurple][i]Why are you always like this?[/i][/color]"

"[color=Firebrick][i]Like what?[/i][/color]"[h3]Isabella Pinelli and Bullet[/h3][color=silver][i]Early Morning - Phoenix Wing hotel lobby[/i][/color]

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Isabella lowered her arms, letting them slump down by her side in disappointment. Her reception wasn't as spectacular as she had been hoping. Bullet was busy bumping fists with some old pals that were chilling in the lobby. A silly grin plastered across his face, Isabella couldn't help but smile. Her eyes met his, and Bullet's positive attitude softened at the disappointed look in Isabella's eyes. He waved his friends off, telling them they'd catch up later before returning to his team mate. He gently nudge her using the left side of his body, slightly pushing her off balance and out of her melancholic thoughts.
"[color=FireBrick]Chill out, Bella. Everyone's still half asleep. You'll have plenty of time to see all your old buddies.[/color]" Isabella nodded at his words of support; but it still didn't make her feel much better. Walking through the lobby, Master Jamie gave the pair an approving nod as she went about her business. The pair were surprised to see their Master dressed in such an uncommon way. Regardless, they were happy to see her. Bullet flashed his master a large smile and a thumbs up; his way of telling her that their mission was done and dusted. Isabella blew Jamie a kiss, a gesture that carried with it all the nights Isabella had spent thinking about Master Jamie and all of her other friends while she was away. Seeing her again almost brought tears to her eyes. Bullet patted her gently on the back, and Isabella turned to see another one of his smug smiles.
"[color=MediumPurple]Shut up! I'm not crying![/color]" Isabella proudly pointed her chin up, facing away from Bullet.
"[color=FireBrick]I missed Master a lot as well.[/color]" Bullet said quietly, folding his arms as he stared at Jamie gathering everyone together.

The two probably would have sat there talking about how much they missed each individual person (going into the intimate details for each and every one of them) when an older lady covered in bandages approached the two of them.
”[color=silver]Whew, what an entrance!  Good thing I'm not old enough to have heart attacks, eh?[/color]” Her voice was unfamiliar to the pair, but Isabella was just happy that a fellow guild member had come and spoken to them. The woman introduced herself as Fleo Plector. She was a more recent member. Isabella was about to introduce herself when Bullet's obnoxious voice cut in front of her.
"[color=FireBrick]What's with the bandages? Did ya lose that badly in the tournament?[/color]"
"[color=MediumPurple]Bullet![/color]" Isabella squealed, clasping her hand over her companions mouth. "[color=MediumPurple]Don't be rude! I'm sure Miss Plector here is an exceptionally skilled mage![/color]" Bullet grumbled a response in protect, but it was muffled underneath Isabella's grip. He broke free of the hold, shaking his head in annoyance.
"[color=FireBrick]Geez, I didn't mean anything by it.[/color]" He quickly lifted his head up and smiled at the stranger. "[color=FireBrick]I'm Bullet! The baddest beast in this guild.[/color]" He proudly stuck his thumb at his chest.
"[color=MediumPurple]I'm Isabella Pinelli! The two of us were out on a very long mission. We've been gone for months, so I suppose we've never met. Might I be a tad presumptuous and ask about those bandages though?[/color]"

Bullet glared at Isabella in annoyance. It was apparently okay when she asked? Just because she dazzled it up with some polite words. Bullet never really saw the point in that; it just made her look like a snob sometimes. He sat there fuming slightly, when someone they knew all too well approached the two of them.
"[color=silver]Hi guys! Found us here, huh?[/color]" Sasha's voice was a much welcomed one by the pair. Isabella politely excused herself from Fleo to ran up to Sasha and give her a big hug.
"[color=MediumPurple]Sasha! Oh, how I missed you! How have things been here while we were gone? I want to know everything![/color]" Isabella pulled Sasha away back towards Fleo. Bullet didn't even get a chance to say hello.

Another new voice caught the attention of the young man, and he turned around to see a man a few years older than him approach them. Their height difference was quite significant; Bullet having to practically stare up at him.
"[color=silver]Welcome back, I guess. You two must've been gone for a while, because I honestly don't recognize either of you two. I'm Mayt Marris.[/color]" Bullet lifted an eyebrow at him, wondering where he'd heard that name before.
"[color=FireBrick]Oh, right. The S Class.[/color]" Bullet reached his hand out, firmly shaking Mayt's with a determined smile. He had heard about some of the newer S Classes whilst he was away. When the shake ended, the young boy didn't release his grip. "[color=FireBrick]When I found out some newbie made S class before me, I was super pissed. Like really angry. I hated you even though I'd never met you. I want to apologise for that. You seem like a cool guy. I'm Bullet, and that's Isabella Pinelli.[/color]" Isabella waved hello at Mayt before returning back to her conversation with Fleo.

Bullet smiled at the two girls being friendly, finding it funny that they'd seemed to split off to converse with their own genders for once. Bullet let go of Mayt's hand and bowed respectfully; which was something he didn't do often.
"[color=FireBrick]You must be amazing to have made it this far so quickly. But Isabella and I are also amazing. We'll be joining you at the top sooner than you think![/color]" Bullet straightened himself up with a determined grin.