[center][h3][color=purple]Zero[/color][b]/[/b][color=violet]Zenoram[/color]
Phoenix Wing Guild Hall
Interacting With: Damian[/h3]
[@Zarkun][/center]

How long had it been since Zero had returned to the guild this time? The most notable had been his returned near the beginning of the Grand Magic Games. He’d been in and out of the guild sporadically since then. Normally, Zenoram would have been the one in control. Zero was usually tired after completing jobs, or just didn’t want to deal with the social interaction. Unfortunately, Zenoram was exhausted mentally. He’d been the deciding factor in a battle for the first time in just about ever. The job was to capture a young mage who’d been vandalizing a small town along with committing petty crimes. It was possible that Zero could have taken him had he just been using High Speed magic as advertised. However, the little bastard had paired the High Speed with Slowing Magic. Zero could barely move against him.
 
[color=purple]You awake?[/color] Zero asked Zenoram, beginning one of their typical mental conversations.
[color=violet]Hmmmm?[/color]
[color=purple]There’s something in the air.[/color]
[color=violet]What?[/color]
[color=purple]A powerful magic. A scent that I can’t quite place. If you were in control you could feel it.[/color]
[color=violet]Does this mean we’re going on another job? So soon?[/color]
[color=purple]I don’t know.[/color]
 
Zero sniffed at the air as he approached the guild. He could already tell it was packed. There were so many people. More so than the usual at a given time. At least more so than the usual he was used to in his mini-visits. He could have distinguished between people, but that would have taken more work and concentration than he was willing to give at the moment. 

Zero sighed as he kicked open the door to the guild, his bag slung over his shoulder. He couldn’t be bothered to open the door like a normal person, opting to instead slip his free hand into his pocket as he walked in. The young dragon slayer then took a moment, focusing as he sniffed before taking the quickest route to the person who likely had information on what would be going on. 

[color=purple]“Damian.”[/color] He said simply as he came up behind the swordsman and lightly jabbed his fist into his back. [color=purple]“The hell’s going on around here?"[/color] He asked rather bluntly, ignoring any semblance of tension there may have been.