[center][h3][i]X – Wheel of Fortune[/i][/h3]
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An indifferent shrug greeted Grant's details.  “Keep her around?  Fine.  Easy, even.”  Lockheart removed her glasses, and used the end of her shirt of polish the lenses.  Grant's analogy -that of business- would have seemed very appropriate to any onlooker watching the scene, given the utterly casual demeanor of both parties.  “A few days is fine.  Any time off I have from capturing this sister of yours can be put to use in other endeavors.  I'm a busy miss, after all.”  The glasses returned to her face, and she blinked several times to make sure that no impurities remained.  “I assume you'll let us out?  Now that we're working together, there's no need for basements and bindings.”  The pebble Lakota held skittered away across the floor, having slipped her talons.  Even in the darkness, with no action to be had, the Sun looked nearly fit to burst into flames, like a wolverine with a chip on its shoulder.

[center][h3][color=007FFF]Indigo Afina – Arena[/color][/h3]
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Still a little lightheaded from the massive explosion, Indigo soared over Crocus at a leisurely pace.  Though her memory of the camp's location might not have availed her under normal conditions, a birds-eye view of the city streets meant that an island of verdant green grass and trees amidst the sea of brick and concrete was easy to spot.  Indigo touched down just outside her own tent, a few wisps of [i]the Yawg's[/i] atmospheric power allowing her a comfortable landing, and she went inside.  After putting the book with the rest in her footlocker, she zipped closed the tent door and changed out of her damaged attire into one of her favorite workplace [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=61086413]dresses[/url].

Upon exiting, she found herself accosted by Jane Putcher, who had been wondering what in the world Ike meant when she happened to spot Indigo flying in.  [color=CD5C5C]”Ahoy!”[/color] she waved.  [color=CD5C5C]"You be not goin' t' believe everythin' that has happened. Ike's curse ended, and he crawled out into t' sun t' find none other than Argus and, o' all people, Isla, standin' in fore o' him.  "Next thin' you know, Ike tries t' kill Isla, and t' rest o' us come runnin'. Ike's sick with anger, and Argus starts fightin' him. When we try t' stop, he attacked us too! But Owen jumped in and snapped him out o' it. T' situation calms down and we go t' try and talk about everythin'. Turns out, time went smartly in t' paintin'. Ike spent a whole month in thar.  Really changed him.  And Gabriel, he...uh, he was here too.  We did nab Isla.  She be awake any minute now.  Bet she'll be happy t' see you again, eh?"[/color]  Jane indicated the detention tent for Indigo, who thanked her and began toward it, her face a mask of tranquility.

A few moments later, the light streaming through the doorway to the detention tent was blocked by a figure that Isla would no doubt find familiar.  [color=007FFF]”Why, I'm so glad we could meet again,”[/color] Indigo beamed, though her eyes contained no humor.

[center][color=E1A95F][h3]Chester Graham – Frenzy Camp[/h3][/color]
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Despite the intensity which Ike seemed to harbor, particularly in his loaded question, Chester did not appear to be disturbed.  He walked in silence for a few moments, formulating a response, before saying, [color=E1A95F]”Do you think you're the first soldier to pick a fight with his comrades?  We live a stressful life sometimes.  The resentment you've earned from Leixia and Joakim will be punishment enough.  Did you know that Demetri once went ham on General Sanders himself for remarking that cooking wasn't manly?  Given what you went through, I don't think Sanders will be too hard on you.”[/color]

The two passed between a couple of tents, stepping carefully over the support ropes.  Once they stood clear of the flapping green cloth, the food wagon could be clearly seen only a few meters ahead.  Its bags, barrels, and other containers sported a coating of frost that glittered prettily in the sunlight, as if the magical ice knew that the sun held no power to banish it and so twinkled in joy.  Chester stood to the side to let Ike have first pick, his arms still crossed.  [color=E1A95F]”Don't wallow in nonsense, Ike.  You're not a monster, and we're not gonna lock you up.  We have a naga, a dullahan, an owlman, and a war sphinx in this guild, but they're not monsters, are they?  Sure, you've changed.  Inside and outside, I expect.  But we're not gonna throw you aside, so don't you do it to yourself.”[/color]