Both Savayna and Michel found it beneficial to their own sanity to ignore whatever had been going through Jaakuna’s mind. Savayna had glanced over at him with his cheeky grin, while Michel could only shake his head. Knowing him, he was thinking of something worse to say than what he had before to make Emiri blush like a tomato. So, instead they would focus on what Emiri had said about this Sophia person. It, if nothing else, was more interesting than Jaakuna at the moment.

[color=teal]“How strange..”[/color] 

Michel bit his thumb, pondering on what Emiri told them. He sincerely wished he could offer up more information in retort to what Emiri just told them. She seemed to know more about Sophia than Michel, someone who was under Shion’s tutelage for three years now, had. Additionally, he seemed bothered by something she said. 

[color=teal]“I think we should--”[/color] Michel spoke, though he sensed a presence that made him alert. Immediately, his mist surrounded not only himself but the others as well. Michel’s mist, unlike most, was somewhat protective in its essence. It came in varying colors and effects, but right now, it was acting as both a magick and physical prowess boost and a protective, shell-protect combo. [color=teal]“--show yourself! You cannot hide from me!”[/color]

“It seems not.”

Everyone would hear the voice of what sounded like a man, but something about it was peculiar. It was layered with obvious tells of magick woven to hide their real voice. Truth be told, it wa shard for anyone to gauge if it was a man or woman speaking to them. However, as shadows would fade away, in front of them, was a figure wrapped in cloths of summer colors: red, white, gold, orange, bronze - all of it was spread throughout the monk-like visage this person had. In their left hand were praying beads and in the left, a wooden staff. This monk wore a hood that was silver and had markings of an ancient language that Michel didn’t recognize. IT was hard to see who this person was, but as it lifted its head up, eyes shown from across the way, a shade of the brightest summer colors, all swirling around, dancing in those two irises.

[color=lightblue]“Who are you?”[/color] Savayna asked. She was on-edge. Whoever this person was, something about him or her made her suspicious.

“Who I am matter not, Scions.” The [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/36/59/2f/36592fd42f169c1a2bf1fffc6e497f04.jpg]figure[/url] spoke, this time their voice simmering down to that of a deep, echoed male.

[color=lightblue]“Fine, then what do you want?”[/color]

“I come bearing a warning to those who have Ascended.”

[color=teal]“A warning?”[/color]

The monk nodded.

[color=lightblue]“What kind of warning?”[/color]

“Not yet. All of the Ascended have yet to arrive.” 

In light of this not-so-speedy development, Savayna scratched her head, looking to the others for some kind of direction. Michel didn’t like that this perosn was here, though he couldn’t shake the feeling that the two of them have met at some point. Jaakuna, on the other hand, seemed as relaxed as he could be.

[color=ed1c24]“I guess we wait.”[/color] Jaakuna spoke, hands behind his back as he planted his rear firmly on the ground.

[color=lightblue]“How can you be so damn calm?”[/color]

[color=ed1c24]“You heard the monk. He’s not going to say anything until the others arrive, so might as well wait.”[/color] He shrugged.

[color=lightblue]“You’re utterly useless.”[/color] Savayna let out a huff of annoyance as she walked closer to where Emiri stood. She couldn’t stand to breathe the same air as Jaakuna right now.

Michel shrugged as well, propping himself where he stood, and took a seat. [color=teal]“Jaakuna, though often foolhardy, does have a point.”[/color] The sounds of gasps were heard from the collective. In that same moment, Michel suspended his mist from before, feeling the need no longer to keep it active. However, he would keep it centered to him just in case this monk gave him a reason.

After about a moment, Michel looked at the monk. [color=teal]“I suppose we wait, though if you don’t mind me asking, Monk, is there a name we can call you instead of ‘he’ or ‘they’?”[/color]

“Grigori.”

[color=teal]“A pleasure, Grigori. I am--”[/color]

“I know who you are, Michel Sicarius, as do I know who the rest of you are.”

[color=teal]“You’ll forgive my surprise, but I would’ve remembered if we had met.”[/color]

Grigori said nothing in retort, he simply stood there as still as it was humeanly possible. To be honest, it was a bit off-putting, especially considering how he knew about them being Ascendants. Moreover, he had a warning. What sort of warning could he have…

And then, as if some kind of divine intervention, Michel looked up and saw a welcoming sight. [color=teal]“Well, it’s about time the three of you arrived.”[/color] Michel said, a wide smile as he saw Grant, Wesley, and Nadeline fly in from an aircab.