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[h3]Yon-Ging [b]☉[/b][/h3][/center]

[indent]It was the smell of the room that he hated. Sterilized and medical. As if they had scrubbed away all their stains and impurities; putting on the facade that they were good and just. Like angels, except some believed angels and demons were one and the same. Yon-Ging tended to fall in that category aswell. The citizens of Dawn Island viewed the Royal Family as "blessed ones"; once ordinary people before being kissed by The Light. 

And yet here he stood, in the very heart of their operations, being [b][i]released[/i][/b] from his monthly questioning. He pulled his backpack over an arm and started towards the mechanized door. A red light went green on the panel next to it. It hissed open and as he stepped forth to leave, Detective Vell's voice chimed.   

[b]"Yon, if you happen to learn anything about your father, do contact me as soon as possible. I... I know this gets frustrating. The questions-"[/b]

[color=gold][b]"The interrogations you mean?"[/b][/color] Yon-Ging corrected. 

She paused before letting out a cool breath, [b]"You was gone for a year, Yon. You nor your mother is willing to talk. I can't bargain with my superior when you give me nothing to bargain with. You think about that. You have a promising future. Top of your class, number one Tyro for a position in the Royal Guard."[/b] She stepped to his side, her violet eyes equally disappointed and equally threatening. [b]"Don't squander it over a criminal."[/b]

Yon-Ging didn't meet her gaze. [color=gold][b]"Sure thing, Detective Vell."[/b][/color] 

After a few more choice words about his future, she officially let him go. Which meant he would spend the next fifteen minutes making his way out the Government Building. He fell into the deep, ignoring the stares that he usually gathered. Like his father, Gon-Yang, he was a visage unlike most of Dawn Islands' residents. He was a few shades darker, his eyes a brilliant gold. It was enough for any Guard, royal or not, to put two and two together. That Yon-Ging and Gon-Yang was in some form related. 

The view outside the glass elevator was, as usual, serene. From high up, the perpetual autumn that consumed Dawn Island looked more like soft firelight. Embers dancing in phantasmal parades, background by clear skies and tall skyscrapers. 

He smirked then felt the whole of the moving-room shake violently. Instinctively he held tight to the curving rail inside. The far-off screams and cries of battle soon roared to life below him. Yon-Ging mushed his face against the glass to see the ground below. Smudges of grey twisted and twirled towards the buildings while Guards dressed in black and blue met them with swords in hand. 

[color=gold][b]"Right,"[/b][/color] he muttered, his friends and family instantly in his mind. 

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He found the armory faster than expected, dressing himself in the typical armor of the Guard. A familiar voice startled him enough that he brandished the sword. [b]"Yon, the hell are you still doing here?! Don't you here the alarms, Dawn Island is being invaded."[/b]

A technique his father had taught him was enough to fix his unsteady heartbeat. [color=gold][b]"I know. I'm going to fight them back.
 I have family that I'd rather not get mixed up in the bloodshed. The attackers are a small force led by a hooded figure."[/b][/color] He answered her question before she could get it out. [color=gold][b]"Seen them on the elevator. Figured you could use help."[/b][/color][/indent]