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[color=turquoise]Cinera
[u]Day 17 - Afternoon - Lvl 13[/u]
It came as a bit of a surprise when Delcastle simply walked down the stairs without an answer, but the look on his face served as plenty of explanation. He had something planned, and it was important. Her guess was that it involved the group of people downstairs; after all, it was just like him to get involved with the strange ones. Not only that, but even she could see the young redhead was obviously struggling with her eye in a way similar to how Sapphira was suffering. As was like a child though, she was very clearly in pain from the injury, as much as she might try to hide it. [i]I wonder if Sapphira is in that much pain...?[/i]

In all honesty, Cinera didn't want to get involved with the group. The terrible gut feeling from before had returned, and something inside told her not to get involved with these people. They not only seemed volatile, but strong - especially the old man who was swooning. There was an aura about him that seemed to have more strength than he was making visible. She opted to watch her teammates from above, standing on guard in case anything were to happen. It was better for them not to see just how many party members they had here... just in case, right?

Because she couldn't hear what they were saying, it came as a bit of a shock when the barely-conscious old man stood and clocked Delcastle right in the jaw. Her instincts immediately kicked into gear as she leaped over the railing to land smoothly on the ground beneath her. [b]"Hey, are you..."[/b] She couldn't even get the words out to check on her comrade before she froze, seeing the unusual look in his eye. It was... to say the least, something she had never seen before. Something about his gaze looked almost murderous, and she felt a chill run down her spine. It lasted only moments before she saw him gain his composure once more, but her body felt stiff from fear. [i]I don't think I've ever seen him angry...[/i]

That wasn't important, at the moment. Shaking it off, she calmly walked over to him, her eyes filled with a curious concern... and a bit of caution. [b]"Are you okay...?"[/b] Once she noticed the mark on his cheek, any thought of his dangerous expression faded into an aching concern. Cinera quickly pulled a washcloth from her inventory and wet it with one of the waters she had stored. As he waited for an answer, she reached up to wipe away the bit of blood he probably hadn't noticed. [i]He hits harder than it looks...[/i][/color]

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[color=red]ScarletRain
[u]Day 17 - Afternoon - Lvl 15[/u]
At the sound of a ding in her inbox, Scarlet opened the menu to see a PM from Edgar. Was he trying to apologize? She was surprised to see such a calm message after he had walked off in a huff, but he seemed to be trying to make up for it. Not in the mood to pick another fight, she sent him a quick reply.

[b]WHAT DO YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE?
NOT REALLY IN NEED OF ANYTHING SPECIFIC.
COULD YOU MAKE A STRONG SET OF BRACERS?
BY THE WAY, WHERE ARE YOU?
MIGHT WANNA LET YOUR TEAM KNOW BEFORE RUNNING OFF...

... HOPE YOU'RE OK.[/b]

The last part she added just because before closing her inbox. Now, it was quite annoying to have her rest interrupted by this new, unusual fellow. When she finally had a chance to relax and process one of the most emotional things to happen in her life, this shmuck wanted to bother her? A bit annoyed already, she lifted her head up from the table, propping herself on one arm as she listened to him speak. By the way he spoke, he had some sort of proposition in mind for them. It's not like they were an entirely formed group, anyhow - her grandpa was even a leader of a different guild, to which she assumed her uncle was a member (or even another leader; she hadn't cared to learn details such as this before). The very public fight before should have shown just how separated they were as a group, yet this man had still approached them. And he had a smooth way of speaking that made her want to hear him out... if he spoke quickly, anyhow. With a bit of an annoyed glare, she gave a little wave of her hand toward a nearby chair, offering for him to sit.

She wasn't dumb enough to leave his little glance to her eyepatch unnoticed. He obviously understood where she was, and the mention of a dungeon which could heal this type of injury only confirmed that he was aware of her predicament. Scarlet knew exactly what he wanted. [i]He's here for manpower, so they can get through the dungeon...[/i] She had noticed the fox's scratched ear the moment she approached with him. After all, not many players had physical scars such as this. They wanted more people to help them push through the dungeon safely.

Scarlet paid her grandfather's actions almost no mind as she thought this over. Honestly, they would probably need help getting through the dungeon, as well. With the disarray they were in, she wasn't sure they would actually be ready in two days. However, the way he spoke to them made her angry; it was as if he expected them to have no option except to say yes. Did he think he had cornered them? Was he planning to use the prize at the end of the dungeon to blackmail them? He kind of deserved to get punched, she thought. The young lady hated these kind of men more than anything - the ones who thought they could use people however they wanted to achieve their own goals. [i]What if the item is only for one person?[/i] That was her main concern, and there was no way they would allow her to use it with one of their own injured, as well.

[b]"I'm gonna have to say no,"[/b] She blurted out before any of her teammates could respond (aside from grandpa, obviously), her expression uncaring as she laid her head back on the table. [b]"We're just fine getting through the dungeon on our own. And we already knew about it, by the way. But best of luck to you."[/b] Scarlet hoped they would just walk away and find some other random people to bother, but they didn't leave. In fact, the young fox lady blurted out something surprising, making her sit up to face Sapphira. Her own face had become bright red with embarrassment, thinking back to her accident in the gorge. Her tough demeanor would be ruined if they knew how stupid her accident had been, and that it had been right at the base of the very dungeon they were discussing.

She felt her anger revive her a bit from her exhaustion as she stood, fists clenched angrily. [b]"I-I didn't injure anything!"[/b] Scarlet blurted out, defiantly. It's not like anyone was fighting her, but her stubborn instincts made her want to deny that anything had actually happened. [b]"My eye is... f...ine..."[/b] Suddenly, a sort of dizziness rushed to her head as she stood, a sharp pain exuding from her eye. With her body as weak as it was, she felt herself collapsing under its weight as she suddenly staggered, accidentially falling against Delcastle's chest. Her hand reached up to touch the patch once more, the burning becoming a bit more unbearable as she slumped to the ground. [b]"A... Agh..."[/b] The world felt like it was spinning. [i]Okay, something's... wrong...[/i] Her eye shouldn't hurt this badly. The little fox girl didn't seem to be in any pain from her injury. Weakly, she pulled the eyepatch off again, opening her injured eye as best she could. There was no outward change to it, aside from its usual foggy contrast. [i]It's... hot...[/i] Her vision was hazy as she thought she saw a glimpse of some sort of shadowy figure in the doorway of the inn, behind Delcastle. [i]What... What is that...?[/i] But nothing was there. Slowly, she shut her eyes and slipped into unconsciousness.[/color]