[center][h3][color=8F9779]Cormorant Sanders[/color][/h3]
[@Caits][@Joshua Tamashii][@Zarkun][/center]

Once again Frenzy Plant's commander committed himself to silent absorption of what Jamie had to say.  He retained a collected expression throughout, with the singular exception of narrowed brows when hid fellow guild master misnamed the legendary scourge 'Acnologia' as 'Archnolia'.  

With the briefing concluded, Sanders grunted before replying, [color=8F9779]”Well, if it's true that there's a single magical island whose power prevents natural disasters, consider my concept of nature shattered and my state of mind more anxious.  Otherwise, that will suffice.”[/color]  Of course, nothing she'd really said indicated exactly what he was supposed to do to help, but after a few moments' musing he came to an educated guess.  [color=8F9779]”As to the reason why this place of power is weakening when magic is the strongest it's been in over a century, do you implicate the activity of dark guilds, or some sort of entity attacking the island in some way?  If so, it stands to reason that an expedition would be in order.”[/color]  He clasped his fingers, leaning forward.  [color=8F9779]”For such an endeavor, and to assure the realm of our cooperation in a matter of national security, Frenzy Plant would be willing to lend the aid of our airship, the Devil's Treasure.”[/color]

[center][b][color=007FFF]Indigo Afina – Frenzy Fort[/color][/b]
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The massive amount of time Indigo had, over the course of her life, spent with her nose in a book -coupled with her keen powers of observation- meant that little before her escaped her notice.  As such, when Cyra turned to the side to mutter something unintelligible, even if for just a second, the library picked up on it and without hesitation began to ponder its meaning.  The girl continued talking, and Indigo continued watching and listening, and while doing so it became apparent how strange Cyra's mannerisms were.  Whether she achieved the intended effect or not, she was making a good attempt at acting mature, which elucidated how much she understood her current situation at the very least.  One thing stood out: the name 'Shinzui'.  With nobody else around as far as she could see, Indigo was left to look to the hand resting upon the katana sheathed at Cyra's waist, and it clicked in her mind that she was referring to her weapon.  To be more precise, she referenced it not just in passing, but as though it were alive.  Indigo's understanding of prominent Sevenese, though shaky, did indicate an affinity for treating weapons with ceremonial reverence, but given some of the girl's actions so far Indigo couldn't help but wonder if it meant something more.

Such matters could, however, be left for another time.  [color=007FFF]”Your commitment is impressive!  Alright then, let's see about getting you enlisted.  First, I'd like you to look over and fill out this sheet...”[/color] the sorceress slipped Cyra a piece of paper, previously within her desk, and a pencil.  Once that had been taken care of, she pulled up a list and leafed through it, her index finger against the page.  [color=007FFF]”Hmm...okay!  So, as you may or may not know, we here at Frenzy Plant test an applicant through a trial by combat.  We begin by pitting you against a member of our lowest rank, then allowing you to test yourself against higher ranks one at a time.  You keep the last rank you've earned once you're defeated.  Right now, a certain fellow named Bartholemew is present who can perform your C-rank trial.  Are you ready to begin?”[/color]

[center][h3][color=FF6347]Owen Whately[/color][/h3]
[@Joshua Tamashii][/center]

A shake of the head served as Owen's response to her initial question.  [color=FF6347]”Doesn't seem so.”[/color]  The girl went ahead and gave her name, as well the fact that she was a 'spirit mage', which could mean any number of things.  This wouldn't be a meaningful conversation, then, but he held no reservations about exchanging pleasantries when the situation called for it.  [color=FF6347]”Owen Whately, Corporal.  Rapier Cast.”[/color]

His fellow soldiers, with varying degrees of interest in the chat between deadpan and amicable, took the opportunity to speak up for the first time.  Two began to talk at the same time to start, and after a second to resolve who'd be going first, the introductions proceeded as normal.

[color=CD5C5C]”Ahoy there.  I'm Jane, and I use Cartridge Magic.[/color]  The bodacious buccaneer grinned.

“Hiya!  My name's Blair, Blair Ravencroft, and I'm the best there is with Autumnal Spirit Magic!”

“You may call me Miss Gatlock.  I do not deign to trifle in the arcane arts.”

Now, the attention of all four soldiers lay squarely on Amelia, respectfully expectant.