[hr][center][h3][i][color=#0489C2][b]Ｓ[/b][/color] [color=#00001A]z a y e i s[/color][/i][color=333333]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .[/color][sup][center][color=333333]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .[/color][color=000000][i][b]ᴍ ᴀ s ᴛ ᴇ ʀ  ᴏ ғ  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ  ɢ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ[/b][/i][/color][/center][/sup][/h3][sup][sup][sup][sup][img]https://drfhlmcehrc34.cloudfront.net/cache/7a/2e/7a2eca87d796d9fd03a702d75817da61.png[/img][/sup][/sup][/sup][/sup][/center][center][sup][color=#00001A][b]"Which will it be, your pride...or your life?"[/b][/color]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ptXZCsVyEkU]Theme I[/url] [color=#0489C2]♦[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyWn5RcLA7c]Theme II[/url][/sup][/center][hr]

The proceedings were going well, and yet his face looked surprised and intrigued by it all, rather than pleased. Of course, it was all an elaborate act, most of his emotions after all. His attention flitting back and forth between his delicious pet, Zeki, and Archene, Szayeis was taking mental notes of everything going on and everyone present. He even got to see something mildly interesting, a girl who appeared to be a human-prae hybrid. My were those becoming more and more common.

His attention shifting away as he began deciding how to present his 'character' to the others, the incognito nightwalker decided to voice his opinion. [color=#00001A][b]“Are...are you sure things will go that smoothly though? After all...isn't that infamous [i]monster[/i] in town? The eximius the prae are looking for. He's on all the wanted posters and all over the net. You know the one. Szayeis.”[/b][/color] There was a frown on his flesh-puppet's face, and a seemingly genuine tone of worry in his voice. [color=#00001A][b]“Or...are we going by the mantra that the enemy of your enemy is your friend?”[/b][/color] Following that he fell silent, shuffling his feet slightly, as if uneasy and unsure if he truly wanted to stay. The reality was of course, completely to the contrary, not that it really mattered.[hr][center][h3][i][color=#079FE0][b]ℳ[/b][/color] [color=#7D0000]a i r y e ll[/color]  [color=#079FE0][b]Ҝ[/b][/color] [color=#7D0000]a s i o[/color][/i][color=333333]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .[/color][sup][center][color=333333]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .[/color][color=000000][i][b]s ᴀ ɴ ɢ ᴜ ι ɴ ᴇ[/b][/i][/color][/center][/sup][/h3][sup][sup][sup][sup][img]https://drfhlmcehrc34.cloudfront.net/cache/7a/2e/7a2eca87d796d9fd03a702d75817da61.png[/img][/sup][/sup][/sup][/sup][/center][center][sup][color=#2E6A95][b]"I'll let you off easy this time, but don't be surprised if [i]next time[/i] things don't end so cleanly."[/b][/color]
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Largely satisfied with the response from their host, Mairyell laid back, smiling slightly and nodding his head. He had to admit, the eccentric shop keeper had won him over—though whether he could truly be trusted well...only time would tell. Speaking of which, what time was it? This in mind he pulled his phone from his pocket and checked the time. He then sent Aeris a message, which read:

[i]'Meeting is going well. First mission is a prison break. Be safe, see you later,'[/i] he paused a moment and then, almost reluctantly added a small heart at the end, before sending the message and stowing his phone away.

It was then that their last arrival spoke up. Glancing at the human...or was it hybrid? It was strange, he was getting an odd read off the man. Well, hybrids weren't too horribly uncommon, especially in Ominar, which he had always found a bit odd. Pushing the thought into the back of his mind he found himself frowning at the fellow, clearly disappointed. He wondered why the man had even come if he was going to think like tha--....

His thoughts cut off abruptly as the man said that one abhorrent name. He took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his jaw clenched tightly, his vis spiking ever so slightly. He continued breathing to calm it down, and he forced his eyes closed, if only so no one could see them turning bright crimson.

So what Aeris had said was indeed true, that [i]bastard[/i] was in the city.

He'd have to make sure to pay him a little [i]visit[/i].