Calvin listened carefully as everyone spoke. After his previous outburst, he was trying to keep a lower profile. Cyrus’ message was somewhat sensible. Cooperation would be important, but it needed to be forged through the fires of conflict and relationships, not artificially constructed by a bunch of lovey-dovey teens. After he was done talking, Cyrus came towards Calvin, and Calvin leaned his head to the side, indicating he wanted to have the conversation on the side. 

“Well everyone, this has been a fucking blast. Guess we’ll be seeing each other every good old morning!” He plastered a dumb grin on his face, and it disappeared with a roll of his eyes. He turned to Cyrus.

[color=D1c2bf]”I think this one was meant for you.”[/color] In Cyrus hand was some sort of ingot, with a light purple hue to it. [color=D1c2bf]” I give it to you with the same message, though whether or not you decide to take it to heart is up to you.” [/color] 

“I get what you’re saying, but you gotta understand. These fucking kids, if they go around trying to trust everyone, bad shit can happen. Bad shit happens on a good day, and this may be one of the worst.”

Cyrus handed the ingot to Calvin, and he took a moment to take a deeper look. It was lighter than the average alloy. He held it up to the light, and nearly fainted. 

“Holy shit.” He was stunned. It couldn’t be. No fucking way was Killgood handing out shit like this. “Fucking Orichalcum. This is for me?” He looked up at Cyrus, and there were tears in his eyes. “Is it genuine? Do you know? Oh, what am I saying. Of course it is. You can’t replicate the good shit like this.” He was grinning like a madman, and couldn’t control himself. He reached out, and embraced the Infinite Politician. 

“I can’t believe it. Thank god you didn’t fucking hand it off to one of the other fuckers. They would have used this thing as a paperweight.” He was glowing. He looked over to Shona, who had laid out several glasses. 

“Look. I gotta drink, but you have no idea how much this means to me. I appreciate it man. If you every want some of Ice’s candies, come and get them. He doesn’t need all of them, I’m sure.” He was smiling, but this time it was genuine. 

“You should have a drink. It’s early, but what the hell. Today’s a good day, and I don’t think things are going to stay that way for long.” The smile began to fade. “Thanks man. I know we all saw each other’s names, and all that. But, once again, it’s good to meet you. Calvin.” He pulled off one of his gauntlets, and offered his hand. 

Regardless of whether Cyrus accompanied him, he walked over to Shona’s table, the grin still on his face. He had the ingot in hand. “Recognize this?” He said, unable to contain himself. He placed it on the table. 

“If I had someplace to smelt it, I could maybe- No. I don’t want to get caught up in possibilities when I may never get to use it.” He was a bit sad, and looked at Shona. 

“Still, pretty amazing gift.” He pocketed the ingot with great care, and gestured towards the ale. “Mind if I have a drink?”

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