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As the saying goes; Speak of the Devil, he's sure to appear. Or in this case, a certain dragon-wielding assassin. Icarus stepped into the kitchen shortly after Gwyneth mentioned his name, laughing silently at her comment about hunger. [color=gray]"You don't have to worry about me Gwyn, I'm not the one that needs to eat for 3."[/color] He leaned across the table to grab an apple from the bowl in the center before crossing over to the cooking tops and brewing himself some coffee. High-quality beans from the southern territories, bought cheap at a market near the border and one of the few things he's quite possessive about.

Coffee in hand, he rounded the table and took his seat. He deliberately waved it closer to Kylie as he passed her, a teasing grin on his face. As he took his seat, he nodded to the other two men of Night Raid before settling down into his seat, arms crossed with the thumb of his right hand idly stroking the red fabric around his upper left arm. It was a gift he had once given to his fiancee, now it was the only thing he had to remember her by, along with the silver ring hanging on a chain around his neck. He'd moved on, 6 years is a long time after all, but he didn't want to forget her. Shaking his head a tiny amount, he re-engaged with the conversations around him, waiting for the briefing to start. [color=gray]"I'm curious too. It's our first major mission in over month."[/color] After the team almost failed the mission a month ago, Icarus had devoted a lot of time into improving his skills with the Tyrant's Heart, and he was looking forward somewhat to applying that in the field, especially his improvements with Balmung's various firearms forms.