[center][h3][color=CCCCFF]Joakim Fortinbras – Frenzy Camp[/color][/h3] [@raijinslayer][@liferusher][/center] Having left a moment ago, Ange returned with a blouse in hand. She discreetly handed it to Isla, for whom it would practically serve as a dress, being a couple sizes [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=64542262]too large.[/url] Joakim, meanwhile, found himself confronted with more protests from Argus. He considered what the demon mentioned about the members of the dark guild that tortured him having connections to Zeref. When Argus mentioned the gruesome death of his last would-be exorcist, Joakim grew visibly less motivated. [color=CCCCFF]”For the sake of having much of a rest of your life, I hope you are wrong.”[/color] Argus bowing to him took him a little by surprise. The offered hand received a long stare from Joakim. [color=CCCCFF]”Useless formality, with a possible risk to my health. Forgive me if I do not risk disintegration. But my name is Joakim, third son of Baron Fortinbras of the northern tribes. Your willingness to try and be good for a time is appreciated, but remember: your punishment is already decided. If you are redeemed, that will be punishment enough. If you cannot, that is the final crime for which your life will be forfeit. Your demon's days are numbered, Argus. The question is whether or not you die with it. I am convinced that is your choice. Ange, if you please.”[/color] He raised his ribcage staff, to which Ange raised her wand in reply, and the two makers worked together to create a single, vast cage, as big as a master bedroom, that surrounded Argus, Isla, and the Lovers, who despite the power suffusing the air around them had yet to wake from their magically-induced slumber. He gave a little bow. [color=CCCCFF]”Please, do not disappoint us.”[/color] Then Joakim left in the direction of the medical tent, seeking aid for the burning wounds inflicted by Argus' aura, of which he had remained stolidly silent. Ange remained nearby as a guard. [center][color=F0DC82][h3]Leixia Wuiwomi – In the Little Wood[/h3][/color] [@oblivion666][/center] Though Leixia's arrow salvo hit its mark, is overall effectiveness did not appear to outweigh Riona's enthusiasm. Now sore [i]and[/i] less than convinced of victory, the archer tiredly readied her bow for another shot. Her opponent's wild charge abruptly turned into flight, upward rather than forward this time, and Leixia watched Riona's viridian flames transform into a bow. [i]Hmph.[/i] Did this punk chick think to beat her at her own game. Leixia lined up her shot, noting by Riona's technique that she was in truth no more than an amateur. While somewhat of a red flag, Leixia ignored it, and when her foe fired she returned the favor. By the soldier's judgment, her arrow would collide with Riona's in midair and send both flying off to the side—a remarkable display of her prowess with the bow. She did not expect Riona's arrow to burst into a dozen or more copies, with only the original being deflected. Not pausing long enough to even groan, Leixia turned tail and sprinted away at top speed, barely outdistancing the arrow swarm. After turning back, she quickly calculated where Riona's trajectory would land her and strung three arrows to her bow. Like lightning she loosed them, nearly guaranteed to hit. [center][color=d8bfd8][h3]Nero the Genie – Arena Stands[/h3][/color] [@rivaan][@lunarlors34][@shikaru][/center] The moment a devilish grin appeared on Jessica's face, Nero not only knew he had her, but that her desire might entail no small amount of fun for him, as well. Crossing his arms, he beamed at Arthur's unease, anticipating a grand shenanigan, and when Jessica made her wish, Nero broke out into a fit of giggles. [color=d8bfd8]”Neheheheheh!”[/color] He managed to compose himself, the perennial squint behind his glasses more giddy than usual. The only betterment the dark mage could have asked for would have been for stick-in-the-mud James to be the wish's target. Throughout this, Janna's inquiries went ignored, up until the moment she mentioned that fulfilling Jessica's wish would elicit one of Janna's own. [color=d8bfd8]”Why, I'm doin' this because it makes people happy. Includin' me. Law of Atavism!”[/color] For a fraction of a second, a green and purple magic circle appeared behind the head of both Nero and Arthur. The very next, however, Arthur had gone. In his place sat a tiny creature, wrinkled and gray and downright adorable, despite how pissed off it seemed to be. Where Arthur had stood a moment before now lay a [url=https://vitaminsforpitbulls.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/english-bulldog-puppy-for-sale-909x1024.jpg]rather endearing bulldog puppy[/url]. He looked around, doubtlessly confounded by the alteration in perspective, as Nero laughed. [color=d8bfd8]”D'aww! What a precious puppy ya make, mister Arthur! Isn't he, Aya?”[/color] In high spirits the Genie looked around for his little companion, only to find himself completely alone. Like a flicked switch his mood changed instantly. [color=d8bfd8]”Ayame? Uh oh.”[/color] Unfortunately, he could not rush off just yet, what with the client and all. Where could she have gone?”