[center][h2]Damian Gerard|Repairing the Rifts[/h2][/center]
[center][@Caits][/center]

Damain wrapped Penny in a hug as her flames died down and she spoke. He had no words of advice to give her, or at least, none that came to mind, but he did have something to help lift her spirits. [color=FireBrick]"Ariel doesn't know your story either, nor could she ever hope to understand it the way I do. Give her time and give her space, and rather than trying to carry the world on your shoulders,"[/color] Damian stepped back, a soft and warm smile on his face, [color=FireBrick]"worry about what you know you can handle. You aren't the only S-Class wizard in this guild nor are you the only wizard in the world. Ariel has Nolan and the entirety of the rest of the guild to help her and eventually, she'll come to realize that anger at good intentions serves no purpose."[/color]

Letting his hands fall back to his sides, the Blade of Phoenix Wing turned to look towards the sea and the rising sun. As he watched it, a saying came to mind and he spoke it out loud. [color=FireBrick]"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But today? Today is a gift. That is why it's called the present."[/color]

[center][h2]James Hunt|A Test of Honor[/h2][/center]
[center][@Lunarlors34][/center]

Shortly before dawn, James had awoken his swordsman-in-training and ran him through some drills, not only sword fighting, but some hand to hand training, during which the Paladin dismissed weapons and armor alike, and some physical training, focusing mainly on endurance and upper body strength. After words, the pair would have gone through their separate morning routines, and then headed for the construction zone. Upon arriving, it wasn't hard to find the client, as he was torn between yelling at what few workers bothered showing up and telling them to stay in sight as to avoid any more hostages, along with seeming somewhat jumpy himself. [color=SteelBlue]"Mister Takafumi? We're here to solve your gang problem."[/color]

[center][h2]Jane Addeson|Forgiving is a Pain[/h2][/center]
[center][@Leslie Hall][/center]

For two months, Jane had done the exact same routine every day; wake up, get ready for the day, eat breakfast, work a job, come back, and sleep. After being stood up at the ball at the end of the Grand Magic Games, dealing with the rest of the guild wasn't a fun idea, especially since it had stung her pride and, to some degree, her heart, and she didn't want to lash out at someone unintentionally. The day had started out similar, with her just finishing a morning run, when she came through the doors to the guild hall. There was a crowd gathering for the trip to Tenrou Island, but she wasn't interested in going. However, another change from the usual caught the Energy Blade mage's eye.

At the bar, looking rather unhappy at that, was none other than Isabella, the girl who'd stood Jane up at the ball after the Games. However, as she detoured to speak with the girl, it wasn't anger she felt right at that moment, but curiousity at both why she had been stood up and why she looked like she'd eaten a bowl full of lemons. [color=DeepPink]"Hey there, beautiful. What's with the sour face?"[/color] She took up a spot next to Isabella, standing and leaning against the counter.