[h1]Argus[/h1]

Argus had been a mere split-second away from charging Ike once he returned with Isla in his arms, not trusting the psycho for an instant and fully expecting him to kill her. But then he set her down, if a bit roughly, and surrendered, releasing all the tension in the air and letting everyone lower their guards. Argus himself was just glad that this mess was all over, and fostered the vague hope that maybe in the wake of this cluster fuck, his little rank had been forgotten. A few minutes later, with all the present guild members around a fire, the guy with the sword made it very clear that wasn't the case, but what he says made Argus ponder something.

[i]Hiw did what I do embarrass the guild? I'm still not even a part of it, and even if I was. . . why do my actions matter to them?[/i] Argus scratched at his chin, his usual response to when people chewed him out for his pranks sticking in his throat in the face of this concept. It wasn't the first time he'd been called an embarrassment or something similar or more hurtful, but it had never gotten to him before. He'd even enjoy it sometimes, taking pride in the anger and frustration of others in response to his practical jokes. [i]So why is this any different?[/i]

Argus' train of thought was interrupted, however, as he gelt the swordsman's gaze on him. Sitting up straighter, Argys couldn't help feel a little more meek than usual, having lost his center if self from the man's comment. While he seemed to be addressing Ike in particular, it was clear that everyone involved was expected to answer. Wanting to get his word in before anyone else, so that no misunderstandings could be caused, Argus decided to speak up before anyone else did.

"Well, I've no idea what went in between Isla and that Ike guy to make him go all psychotic just from seeing her, I met Isla after she met this Indigo woman, who took her ability to walk. This was right after my prank, and while it would've been prudent of me to keep in the move, I happened to see what I thought to be a young girl in need of help. So I picked up her paintings, we went to her apartment, an invited me in for this tea stuff, and over the course of the conversation, she offered to paint a portrait of me in exchange for the deed. By this time it had gotten late, and I am very unfamiliar with this city as it is, so when she offered to give me a place to stay, I agreed."

Argus eyes flickered around as he thought about, then dismissed mentioning his night terrors. It was an issue for another time and not one he felt very comfortable discussing anyway.

"When I woke up, I found her asleep in front of the portrait, which she had finished in a night, and felt touched by the action and saddened that I couldn't help her. This feeling got even worse when she seemed to suffer some sort of heart attack out of nowhere. She tried to brush it off like it was nothing, but I was unconvinced and thought to bring her here so that, if there was something wrong with her, you guys might have a healer around to help. As for what happened after, well, not much to say. Dude went psycho, the chick with the big gun tried to put us to sleep, I fucked up by bring him with me when I dodged due to acting out if reflex and the rest is history." Argus sighed as he finished his explanation, feeling a little tired and a littkevfoolhsjbthat he hadn't caught on to Isla sooner. But still. . . "If you don't mind me saying as such, I've no regrets in helping her, even if I was somewhat tricked and manipulated, cause I do feel that she's got some earnest goodness and kindness in her. That, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't at least try to help someone who didn't seem able to help themselves."

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[i]Hmmm, quite the old one we have here, and yet, not quite smart enough to avoid making slip-ups. Not the brightest, it seems, but maybe that's the type that make up Phoenix Wing from what she tells me of their non-existent standards. But then again, who am I to judge, Shadow Heart is the same way. [/i]

Nidhogg instantly caught the girl's mistake, but gave no indication of doing so, merely nodding in agreement. As he studied the girl, his mind turned to the other members if his guild that he knew were in the area. He wondered what those beats were doing right now, and considers trying to rid then for a bit, but decided against it, too much work for morsels he wasn't allowed to touch.

"I've heard the same, they were probably really something before the war happened." Nidhogg face took a slightly melancholic, longing look, as if he was thinking of a distant memory. It was bait, trying to see if he could draw more out if her by convincing her that he was a fellow immortal from times gone by. This thought process was cut, however, as things stared to get interesting in the screen. Whatever Nolab had done, it seemed to have back fired in him in a major way, as Indigo seemed much more willing to fight at fill strength joe then when she had been enraged.

"Tch, should've made a run for it while he had the chance. Now he's gone and ticked her off. Seriously, why would he stuck around in a gift he's nearly guaranteed to lose. Must he some foolish form of stubborn pride, am I right?"