Lazarus

He stood there, in her embrace, happy in the moment. He was tired of the world as it was. If every moment could be just like this one, he would be truly happy. He sighed, enjoying the warmth of Sasha's hug.


Shujin

Hands in pockets, he was walking to the edge of the roof, to return to Lazarus and Sasha, ready to travel to Tenrou. Everything with Penny just then had reminded him of unfinished business he had, for when he returned from Tenrou. He meant what he said to Penny, he would bring back any information he found about her predicament. He was just about to make his way down to the ground floor when he felt a clunky presence behind him. In the split second he turned his head, he had managed to raise his arm covered in iron to take a boot from Damian. Falling from the edge of the roof, he reached out to grab the ledge with his spare hand. Or so he thought, he was just too far away from the ledge, so he fell. [color=ed1c24]"Shit, shit, shit, shit."[/color] He spoke as he fell. About half way to the ground, he created a sharp steel bar, planting it into the guild wall, holding on for dear life, as his momentum swung him backwards and forwards. He finally came to a stop, dangling from his bar with one arm. He chuckled to himself, his iron arm sizzling with a footprint on it. He shouted back up. [color=ed1c24]"I meant everything I said Penny! Until that time comes!"[/color] He looked down. It wasn't far from there, a few metres best case. He let go, bending his knees on landing with a thud. He dusted himself down, before rolling his sleeves down. Forming iron around his arm in that split second was far too fast, it was stupidly hot, and had seared his arm completely with burns. He shook his head, used to it by now. A passing guild member stared in confusion at the hole in the wall where he had jammed the bar. Shujin sheepishly rubbed the back of the head. [color=ed1c24]"Put it on Lazarus' tab?"[/color] He waltzed off back into the guild hall, rejoining Sasha and Lazarus.   

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