[center][b][u][color=8dc73f][h1]Artial Alagore[/h1][/color][/u][/b]
[b]Location:[/b] Festival       [b]Interactions:[/b] [@Vongola_Hasayo]-Kyuuten Rallis[/center]
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Atrial wondered the festival with a bottle of booze in her hand. She wasn't drunk yet but she was a bit on the tipsy side. The only reason she had gone to the festival was to get a few drinks. She had been utterly drunk for the past week as she was trying to ignore the anniversary of her mother's passing. The same had gone for her father who was probably passed out somewhere in the guild hall. These types of things always had some pretty good booze. She had arrived almost immediately after the festivities had started and had almost immediately sought out where she could purchase some drinks. The Harpy loved to drink and everyone knew it. As usual the plain looking girl was wearing black clothing, something she did to avoid to much attention, and her eyes, as usual, were covered with her bangs. However, instead of wearing her usual black, low cut jacket, she had opted to wear a tight black turtleneck like shirt and a simple black vest with a collar. This was to hide her very open Harpy symbol. She wasn't in the mood to get into it with a Golem tonight, so hopefully none of them recognized her, and covering her symbol was enough. 

As she wondered she caught sight of Kyuuten, the ray of sunshine he was, and his Celestial Spirit Pyrrha. Deciding to interact with him was an easy choice. And at least she wasn't the only Harpy here tonight. [color=8dc73f]"Hey there Ky!"[/color] She slurred a little as she walked up to him. Her speech was only slightly impaired, and her calling him Ky was normal. She had a tendency to shorten everyone's name, much to some people's annoyance. [color=8dc73f]"Fancy meeting you here."[/color] Again her speech was slightly slurred. In all reality she wasn't surprised to see him at all. He didn't care much for the rivalry between the two guilds and if she was being honest she wasn't really into it either. She never understood the reason to fight with the other guild that helps protect the city. Though she never voiced this opinion and simply went along with it. 


[center][b][u][h1][color=8882be]Nezar Bistrum[/color][/h1][/u][/b]
[b]Location:[/b] Festival       [b]Interactions:[/b] Nobody yet [/center]
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Nez, having returned from a mission not to long before the start of the festival, sat at a table and shoved his face full of food. He was hungry from the journey and couldn't contain his love for food at that very moment. He hadn't even returned to his house before heading to the festival so his hair, which was normally well kept, was usually wild, and he still had his satchel, which contained his sketch book and other supplies for his magic. The bag was even still draped across his body as he hadn't even bothered to take it off and place it on the table. The Golem Hand mage had specifically made sure he mad it back in time for the festival. It would be the first that had taken place since he had joined almost a year ago. At the moment he was to busy stuffing his face to interact with his guild mates and the public but he would not be opposed to someone joining him if they so desired.