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Aster.  Paralyze.  Polak.  Alisea took up Reylan's pen and signed her own name to the document, bringing the count up to four.  Only two more people needed to sign for it to be official--although, having everyone sign now would minimize the paperwork to be done later.  [color=ec008c]"That makes four, but... Reylan, might you be forgetting something?"[/color]  Alisea tapped the top of the page, just above Aster's signature.  [color=ec008c]"You need to sign it, too,"[/color] she answered for him, offering a smile and the return of his pen and form.

Her task completed, Alisea was ready to sleep.  She slid her chair back and slowly stood.  [color=ec008c]"Everyone should pass through here sometime tonight,"[/color] she began, casting her eyes around the inn.  She caught sight of Dirk easily, only a table away and happily feasting on his umpteenth Shepherd's Pie.  A small glimpse of a large, furry back tucked into one of the booths gave the magess a start inwardly, but she kept her smile in place.  [color=ec008c]"Everyone,"[/color] she reemphasized, pointing Reylan's attention to the partial silhouette of Totoro.  [color=ec008c]"And so I leave you to your first task as Guildmaster of the Legion of the Wolf:  collect the members' signatures, and in the morning I will accompany you to submit the paperwork.  Goodnight!"[/color]

Alisea waved a goodbye to those gathered at the table as she walked away.  Passing Dirk's table, she offered him a wave and a quiet, [color=ec008c]"Goodnight, Dirk!"[/color] as well.  Dubstepp's booth... was opposite her exit, so she wouldn't be able to pass by it.  He likely wanted privacy, anyway--nothing he had done so far could be called 'social behavior.'  The magess left the dining hall, climbed the stair, entered her room, closed the door quietly behind her, and collapsed into the bed.

Finally out of the public eye, Alisea groaned into the pillow.  [color=ec338c][I]'This is the sorest my arms have been since freshman season.'[/I][/color]  It would be a relief to go back to fighting monsters, the magess decided.  Her mind repeated that ludicrous thought back to her.  After a moment, Alisea broke into a fit of giggles.

Fighting to bring her mirth back under control, Alisea forced her arms to do just a little more.  Opening her menu, she removed her armor and cloak, her sandals and her simple clothes.  Clothes--she had forgotten to wait for Karma.  Sliding under the covers, Alisea rolled onto her stomach and navigated to the friend menu.  A short time later, she sent off her apology.
[hider=PM to Karma]Sorry, Karma!  I already retired for the night.  If you would mimic the starter clothes, that will be fine; I just want a fresh change.  As much as I would like a long skirt, that would make movement in combat too difficult.  Thank you again!
- Alisea[/hider]
After a moment's contemplation, Alisea started working on another private message.
[hider=PM to Fyaira]How are you fairing?  Is Jack alright?[/hider]
After some minutes, Alisea received an alert that she had a reply.
[hider=PM from Fyaira]I'm good; he's alive.  I was amazed; it took three days before he really accepted they were keeping us trapped here.  He keeps saying the whole 'death game' part is impossible, though.  I feel like I'm trying to tell a kid Santa isn't real.  The guy can still shoot a mug at twenty paces, though.[/hider]
Alisea laughed quietly.  She spent some time like that, trading messages back and forth.  At the back of her mind, she wondered when Aster would come.  Probably not soon; this was early for bed even by Alisea's standard.  If she didn't come soon, though, Alisea wouldn't be able to ask about that picture Reylan made for her.  She was curious:  what would the archer have painted for the swordswoman?  More importantly, why?

With those thoughts floating through her mind, Alisea slipped off into dreamland.
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