[i][b][center]Tyrael Marchosias[/center][/b][/i]

Tyrael didn't comment on Meirin's concern. In hindsight the carousel was a new thing that even he wasn't didn't know much about. The fact that no incidents have been reported (As far as he knew) about the ride made him think it was safe to use. But all the more reason he'd like Lyn to experience it, for good or ill. Of course if it was a bad experience there'd be hell to pay. When Tyrael approached he could see the workers look at him with fear. Whether it's because he was a demon or because they knew he was a professor, Tyrael didn't care much for it. Her let Lyn down to wait in line before approaching one of the workers.

[b]"When will the next ride begin?"[/b]

"H-hello good sir! Next ride is actually beginning right now, we just need to reset the ride..."

Tyrael nodded his head and was about to join Lyn when the worker spoke out. "Ah, I must apologize, sir, but... There's a weight limit for the carousel... No one over 200 pounds." Under normal circumstance Tyrael would feel insulted at the perceived insult, however seeing Lyn look so excited at the carousel, he opted to ignore it. [b]"So be it, [i]mortal[/i]. But I want the child to ride on the best seat available."[/b] The worker bowed his head and got the others to go back to work. Soon a man dressed in fine clothes stepped up onto a podium and began shouting for people to come ride the carousel, and that there were some mounts available. There was twelve in total, and the ride itself was free, though a modest donation for Hysteria's "Creative Dynamics" group was most appreciated. 

However as the riders got onto their mounts, there was another issue. The horses used to move the carousel around were exhausted and needed some time to rest. An hour at least, but regardless the customers would have to leave. When Tyrael noticed how long things were taking he went back to see what the issue was. [b]"What is taking so long?"[/b] He asked bluntly. The head engineer, the only worker there who seemed to have no fear of Tyrael, answered back. "Horses are tired sir. We've been pushing em hard for the past few hours, and they're near dead if we make them do this one more time. We'd ask the college if we could borrow their horses, but the thing is that ours are trained to power the carousel. Any other animal gets jumpy in cramp spaces." Sighing, Tyrael had a simple solution to this problem: Demons.

[b]"How many do you need?"[/b] 

"Four at the minimum, though six makes things easier for everyone I'd reckon."

Looking over at the horses being led out of the carousel, Tyrael knew a few bestial demons who he could easily command that would fit. [b]"Then stand back."[/b] Tyrael's hands began to glow with a dark green energy as he focused on the demons he needed to summon, remembering who they are and what plane they exist in. When he found the six needed Tyrael tore open a hole between the Inferno and the Physical Realm, and used his demonic powers to call the creatures forward. From the hellish portal came [url=http://i.imgur.com/EVGcNkz.jpg]large hellhounds[/url], with two-heads and glowing red. They were shorter than the horses but a bit wider, and more or less the right size to power the carousel. Vicious beasts normally, but under Tyrael's control they were docile as dogs (Which they kinda were). He spoke in a profane language of demons and commanded them to enter the carousel, serving as it's new source of power. They did so dutifully, even allowing the frighten workers to put them into harnesses. And just like that, the carousel was back on schedule.

[i][b][center]Vultures[/center][/b][/i]

Approaching Ovak, Leith, and Grey was a [url=http://i.imgur.com/3T4PXVC.jpg]lone woman[/url] who smelled of blood and roses. She smelled almost like Lucilia, which for at least one of the three gathered there, it could only mean one thing: This woman was a vampire. Unlike any vampire seen thus far, she had crimson leathery wings sprouting from her lower back; whether these are natural parts of her body or something she has only for the occasion was to be determined. She approached the trio, curtsying deeply before introducing herself. [color=firebrick]"Greetings, I am  Shaltear Yzarc. I am the Baroness of Tide Tower. May I speak to you, Archmage? I'd like to ask you about some of your students."[/color] Shaltear spoke politely, yet her eyes were filled with quiet hostility, like a woman bent on revenge.