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[h2][color=C24641]Zak[/color][/h2][/center]

     With his request denied, Zak withdrew his hand from the harp and shook his head. [color=C24641]"Oh well Thas a Shame. Dwarves don't particularly fancy me...nor elves....nor lizard people, imps, bird people, mermen oh especially mermen for...reasons. Priests, pirates, skeletons are okay, werewolves...who generally don't like anyone, black dogs, scientists, lochn-"[/color] Suddenly Zak stopped, interrupted by the sight of his light being blotted out. Fluttering shadows dimmed the pavilion as the flock of angels freshly freed from perdition teemed above. [color=C24641]"Oh my oh me..."[/color] Uttered Zak, gazing up at the sight of the war torn angels. But they weren't angels at all. Just as Syphax descended from among, he realized they were harpies. A horde of them at that. One could even say an army.

     [color=C24641]"Would ye look at that...Bird peo-uh...Ah mean harpies."[/color] Zak tugged at his collar. [color=C24641]"Thas gonna be murder on tha cleanin lass aint' it?"[/color] Standing and leaning on the pillar next to the musician, Zak took one final puff off the joint, before ashing it out beneath the heel of his boot. [color=C24641]"D'ye spose harpies fancy harpists?"[/color] Asked the fiery haired angel jokingly as he crossed his arms and observed the flock, and their leader. A new face to him among the many that now held their allegiance with heaven. It was pretty clear Zak had missed a lot since his last visit to the citadel, which was understandable as it had been at least hundreds of years. He didn't need a lot of motivation to remain in obscurity. However he had preferred to not show his face after the fiasco that got him strictly forbidden from 'playing around' with Machina tech. Zak never showed it, but he didn't appreciate being the talk of the town, whether for heroism or mischief. 

     Interrupting his thoughts, Zak's attention, along with his focus, shifted to a falling feather. It cascaded down from above just close enough for the quick handed angel to reach out and snatch it from the air.[color=C24641] "Oi see what Ah mean? Issa mess waitin' to happen!"[/color] Zak twirled the long, grey feather between his fingers, admiring it's primal and animalistic features. [color=C24641]"Ya know...Ah bet this would make fer a great writin' quill."[/color] 

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