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"Seriously? You think I have a crush on her?" Travis pulled a similar face as he had when he had nearly come to blows with Vega. "Have you ever actually talked to that crazy loli? It's like diarrhea of the mouth with her. And she's as bad as Vega when it comes to throwing her magic around over stupid shit."

He shook his head and sighed, his arms turning back to normal as he picked up what was left of his plate of nachos. 

"Anyway, man, enjoy the rest of the festival. The pun thing...actually wasn't really so bad." He chuckled. "I'll try to think up some more next time, huh? You've won the battle, but not the war, Hans-y. I'll see ya around."

Hopping the cafe's fence rail again he headed back out into the street. Arm wrestling, snack food, pun wars...Vega was a dark cloud on this otherwise sunny day, but Travis could ignore him long enough to finish out the rest of the day. Probably. Hopefully. He decided to swing by the game booths, though he'd give Hans's doppleganger a break. Maybe some of the townspeople had cardboard cutouts of Vega. 

Much mirth and cheer was had by the residents of Luna Crescente, with food and fun and, of course, the inevitable chaos brought by mage guilds. It probably wouldn't even have mattered if the mages of either Golem's Hand or Harpy's Wing could be considered "normal" personalities. The art of magic was the art of taking a piece of one's self and uniting it with the energies of nature. The product of that connection, the energy unleashed by that reaction, was Magic. Magic was reflective of one's self. Mages could never avoid standing out in society, because as long as they used Magic, they would lay their hearts bare to the world.

And just as it was natural for them to stand out among those who did not use that power, it was natural for them to gather among those of like nature. Desires and fears. Dark pasts, and hope for the future. Friendships and hardships. Alliances and rivalries. For a mage, all could be found in one place: 

The Guild.

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After the events of the festival, Travis headed back to his apartment building with a tired, slogging gait. He'd eaten til he felt like bursting, played til he felt like passing out, and now he looked forward to a bright new morning and the work it would--hopefully--bring. 

"Wonder who I should work with tomorrow?" he thought as he stood on his doorstep, wrestling with his pockets for his keys. "Hm. If that monster hunting job is still up I might ask Sunny. And maybe..." He finally got the door open, and strode into the flat. It was a simple arrangement, just a two bed, single bath layout (though he didn't have a roommate, so the second bedroom was just a storage/workout room) with a small living area and attached kitchen. "Nah, Amy will be my last resort--before Vega, at least. If Rei's around I'll ask him. Or Ky."

He locked the door and pulled his jacket off as he walked into his bedroom, but didn't bother with anything else. Flopping down on his back, arms and legs spread haphazardly across the covers, the Take-Over mage was soon sound asleep and snoring as loudly as the Arzuros.