[h1][color=DarkRed]Argus Leandros[/color][/h1]

"A pleasure to meet you, Leftenant Bolganone, and I do apologize for all the trouble . . . damn, never should've come to this city, been nothing but a pain in the ass." Argus sighed, saying the latter part more to himself as he turned away from the bars of his prison to Isla, who was pouting in his general direction and declaring that she was still angry at him, to which Argus could only shrug his shoulders in response. "Not much I can do about that, is there? If I've learned anything in these past two days, and holy shit have I caused a lot of trouble in two days, it's that I'm terrible at talking to people, especially when they're mad."

Argus, having said his piece, would walk over to a corner of the and relax, summoning a thick leather strap into his good hand while he looked down at his useless one. 

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to take care of this damn wound before it gets much worse." He than place the leather strap between his teeth, prepping himself for the pain he was about to be in. Soon, a dark red smoke would leak from the wound as it began to rapidly heal, the flesh quickly melding together to leave behind a ugly red scar. Due to the time it took for him to finish the healing process, it couldn't heal completely, which he didn't real care about. What's one more scar. As soon as it seemed everything was finished, Argus' body suddenly tensed as pain coursed through his arm, the veins turning black as the energy rebounded onto his system. If not for the leather strap in his mouth, he might've bitten of his own tongue, but luckily all he did was groan and scream from the pain, both noises being muffled as he bent over himself. 

The pain was gone as soon as it came, but it still left Argus more than a little fatigued. AFter that was done with, he simply would lay out along the ground, tapping his fingers on the gorund as he felt the urges of boredom starting to creep in.

[i]I'm going to go insane in this fucking cell if nothing happens in the next five minutes. Want to break out . . . but that'll cause trouble. . . and I'm on thin-ice . . . fucking hell.[/i]

[@Lugubrious]

[@liferusher]

[h1]Nidhogg[/i]

"Meh, I had nothing better to do, and still don't for that matter. What mission are you going to take? Bandits? Cats? Mansion Cleaning? Ah the joys of guild work, being the country's personal errand boys and gophers. For a world recovering from a fear of magic, people sure are quick to make use of those who practice it." Nidhogg chuckled to himself, before turning a crimson eye to Cyare, a bit of curiosity lighting up his eyes as he gave her his full attention.

"So,other than looking for work, what brings a lovely young lady such as yourself, and you're companion here, to this shithole of a capitol? Is it only business, cause if so, I do suggest you take pleasure in watching the games, if for nothing else than it's a good way to find out if they're any guilds you wish to join."

[@Krayzikk]