[center][h3][i]X – Wheel of Fortune[/i][/h3]
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It did not take a genius to figure out that Grant's proposal wasn't a friendly suggestion.  Lockheart rolled her eyes -a rather human gesture which looked rather strange on her now that she'd revealed the depth of her inhumanity- and irately replied, “Whatever.  We're not the best Beasts for the job, but we can do it.  Lakota's a bit of a meathead, so I'll take care of it.”  At this, her companion looked up from a pebble she was playing with and performed a very rude gesture with her talons, seething quietly.  Ignoring this, Lockheart continued.  “I'm not the stabby-stabby type, though.  My thing is...hmm.  Well, I can give people diseases, or pains, or other conditions.  All I need to do is be within your dear sister's hearing range, whether she's listening or not.  Would that be sufficient to suit your twisted ends, brother of the year?”  She snarked, but with an easy smile, seemingly aware of her hypocritical humor.

[center][h3][color=007FFF]Indigo Afina – Arena[/color][/h3]
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Unlike the majority of the stadium's female occupants, Indigo looked at Nolan only very briefly, and when she did, it was out of respect rather than any sort of lust.  The boy clearly held a great power inside him, far more potent than her own at his age.  Everything the sorceress heard indicated that any person with Slayer magic should be counted among the toughest of foes.  [i]If he were ten years older,[/i] Indigo mused, now surveying the crowd from a corner of the game-master's box, not wanting to call much attention to the fact that she, too, was less than fully clothed.  [i]Even the magic power of the Yawg, my strongest book, would be unable to touch him.  Indeed, he is a ruthless jerk for trying to torture me, but I can forgive him.  He's one of the few Phoenix Wing members with a brain in their skull, however cruel.[/i]  Making up her mind, the blue-eyed soldier stepped up and held a hand out to shake.  [color=007FFF]”Your power is mighty.  It reminds me of the legendary Shadow Dragon Slayer, Rogue.  I imagine you will be just as famous one day.  Next time, however, you need not try and attack my spirit.  It's a low blow, unfitting for anyone who styles himself a 'good guy.'”[/color]  If he accepted her handshake, he'd find her grip nearly as firm as his.  She then listened as the points totals were announced, and found herself pleased.  Evidently, her hard work hadn't been in vain.

After that, Indigo sashayed toward Sheldon and gave him a slight bow.  [color=007FFF]”My thanks for your generous award, Gamemaster.  I'm afraid I must excuse myself for now; my clothes, as you see, are in a sorrowful state.”[/color]  Shortly thereafter a rushing air around Indigo buoyed her up into the air, and she sailed in the direction of the Frenzy Camp to find less exploded garb.

[center][color=FF6347][h3]Owen Whately – Frenzy Camp[/h3][/color]
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For a few moments, Owen stood, his rage subsided and replaced by embarrassment.  As everyone in Frenzy Plant could attest, the southern swordsman was one of the friendliest people in the guild, and to see him so overtaken by anger downright shocked Chester and Ange, who remained silent throughout the whole ordeal.  To Owen, being so mad felt stupid, brash, and downright wrong.  Another couple seconds later, with his lips parted but teeth clenched as if he froze trying to say something, he sank into the nearest seat with his head in his hands.  [color=FF6347]”I'm...I'm sorry, folks,”[/color] he intoned in a muffled murmur.  [color=FF6347]”I reckon I've spoiled any chance o' seemin' like a nice guy for a while now.”[/color]  He sat quietly, breathing to clear his head.

Jane, though expressing much reluctance on her face, nevertheless walked over to her comrade's side.  Though the two didn't cooperate that often, given Owen's affiliation with team Cut Capers and Jane's tendency to snipe from afar, she nevertheless felt tied to her fellow weird-talker.  Among the A-rank soldiers of Frenzy Plant, they were the least venerated and powerful.  Compared to the others' magics and personas, Owen proved too simple, and Jane too specialized.  After a moment of thinking, the former piratess muttered, [color=CD5C5C]"Don't worry about it, mate. Everyone gets mad once in a while. We...um, we still think a lot o' you."[/color]  Somehow, even though they completely shouldn't have, the words caused Jane's cheeks to redden slightly.  A second passed before she noticed it, and an annoyed look crossed her face.  [i]What...?  Why was that hard for me t'say?  And why am I blushin'?  This ain't embarassin'.[/i]  Confused, she began to try to reassure Owen again.

At that moment, Ike laid a hand on both of their shoulders.  Jane flinched slightly, feeling as if she'd been interrupted.  While Owen remained silent, she replied, [color=CD5C5C]”You ain't in much o' a position t'make demands, bucko.  I guess I can oblige you though.  That boy's like poison, though.  You know this guild's like a livin' thing.  If he makes all o' us suffer, he's got to go sooner or later.”[/color]

At the mention of food, the fine-bearded, goggle-wearing beastmaster called Chester stood up.  [color=E1A95F]”I'm in the mood for some grub myself.  If you like, I'll show you to the food wagon.  We've got all sorts of good stuff.  Joakim put a hex on it to keep everything preserved.”[/color]  Crossing his arms, he watched Ike with a rather mild manner considering all that had happened.