[center][h2]Damian Gerard|The Calm Before the Storm[/h2][/center]

Damian was nowhere to be seen in the Guild Hall, but over the last two months, that had become the normal thing for the Blade of Phoenix Wing. If he wasn't out working on jobs, he was out training. The only time he could be found at the hall was when he was picking up a job. The month after the end of the Games, Damian had bought a house near the sea, a small place that he intended to add on to at some point, but for the time being was large enough for just himself and a couple of guests. The place was fairly sparsely furnished, with a couple of couches and a viewing lacrima in the living room, the kitchen essentials and beds, nightstands, and dressers in the bedrooms. It was functional over beautiful, but that was to be expected of a former soldier.

However, on this day, he sat on the roof of his home, having just finished some agility training, and ate a light lunch as he looked out over the ocean. There had been a decent number of natural disasters, but he had been more focused on cleaning up the messes and helping Penny improve her weapon summoning abilities than he had been on finding the source of the disruptions to daily life. [color=FireBrick][i]Not that it would matter a whole lot anyways. No one truly tells the land beneath us what it should do and when, even if Earth magic mages like to think they do.[/i][/color] He took a moment to glance at the fading remnants of snow melting around him in various areas across Magnolia that he could see. Coastal towns never kept it as long as those inland, and he wondered how Crocus looked under a blanket of white, or even Shirotesume Town.

Deciding that he’d have time before the end of the season to find out, he finished his lunch and stood up, riding down a drain pipe to the ground and locking his front door before heading to the hall. It was time to see how Penny was.

The events concerning Mithera and Melina still weighed on his mind from time to time, remembering what he had witnessed the young Luna do to the man who had tried to hurt her friend. A man who had been said friend’s brother. [color=FireBrick][i]Remembering that he’d tried to kill his own sister still makes me angry enough to hunt the bastards in Iron Enigma down…[/i][/color] Ultimately though, he had already decided that it wouldn’t be worth either way.

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[center][h2]Jack Goran|Many Paths, One Goal[/h2][/center]

Jack sat in the courtyard as Jackie and Aria trained and sparred, only paying it half a mind as he rolled the lacrima he had received from miss Shin in one hand. It would seem that many of those not in the position of a guild master misinterpreted just how much free time they had, and Jack had even less with the amount of time he spent helping Jackie and Aria acclimate to society outside of an Assassin’s Guild or the Mirror World. That wasn’t to say he was uninterested in hearing what Sasha had dug up, but he DID have his plate full as both a Guild Master and a Wizard Saint. There was a bevy of new jobs constantly flowing in that his members could barely keep up with, or at least those who actually took jobs.

And then there was the matter of picking another mage to join the ranks of the Saints, a rather heated debate between those who were Saints already. All of the suggested candidates had qualities of a Saint, and certainly had the capability to have earned their right to be a Wizard Saint, but still, only one could become one. With a sigh, Jack stood and beckoned over Hunter. [color=Turquoise]”I’m going to make a visit to Magnolia, see what it is miss Shin needs. Inform Ammy she’ll be in charge while I’m gone and I also want you to help Aria. She’s going to need something stronger than mist to increase the strength of her constructs.”[/color] After Hunter nods, Jack heads inside.

Gathering up his usual travel supplies, he heads to the train and boards the one to Magnolia, a bagel in his hand with blueberry cream cheese on it.

[center][h2]Hunter Jorgenson|Striking While it’s still Hot[/h2][/center]
[center][@Joshua Tamashii][/center]

As Master Jack went inside to gather up his supplies, Hunter approached the Maiden Sisters and watched for a moment before clearing his throat to get their attention. [color=DarkGreen]”Your technique is good, Aria, but your constructs, well, if someone with some real power behind their hit makes contact, it’s over at this point.”[/color] Taking up a position across from the pair and slides into a ready stance, back straight with one hand behind it and the other held out palm up. [color=DarkGreen]”Think of it like this, when you create a shape, whether it be with Maker Magic or magic with constructs in it that aren’t Maker Magics, the resulting construct is like a sword fresh from the anvil. It’ll still be warm, which can either make it stronger or weaker. If it’s weaker, then blitz your opponent with speed and quantity over strength and individuality.”[/color]

He smiled as his own magic aura grew in anticipation. [color=DarkGreen]”That said, come at me with all you two have. Learn by doing they say.”[/color]