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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
[@Sageage]-[@Paradox Witch][/center]

Roland's heart was thumping as he spilled his guts onto the table. Metaphorically of course. He wasn't dead, yet. His body had begun to relax, falling back into the chair, eyes focused onto Chiron. There was indeed a fire. Burning, pounding, pumping. The worst part of it, Roland was a bit of a romantic era hero. Tragedy was all part of the story. But, as he was relaxing, his mind was settling. 

He reached out, hand gripping a cup of wine. The cup felt light in his hands, and he brought it slowly to his lips. Was the cure to his woes really so... Fragile? [color=00a99d]"Chiron. I am could never become a monster. Because when has a hero ever become a monster?"[/color] There are, in this world, many cases where that has become the case. Those that didn't die young were the villains of another heroes story. Or they merely faded away, unable to keep up with the demands of their bodies. Though, with such confidence, Roland may very well manage to avoid such a fate. 

The liquid touched his lips, and poured down his throat. Like a river it washed away the toxins. It flooded his system with strength, and he was lucky to have been gripping the cup was gently, because as his power returned to him, his sudden rise in strength applied pressure to the cup, nearly breaking it open. He placed the cup down, empty to a drop. 

Power. He felt great. He felt... Like a hero once more. Standing up, Roland clenched his fist and looked into the distance. 

[h3]The Hero Returns[/h3]

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Attending Church
[@Yukitamas] - [@EnterTheHero][@Scallop][@floodtalon][@Kyoka][/center]

Suzaku gave the response that Xerxes had expected. Not denying, but not fully agreeing either. A good middle of the road answer that anybody can accept. After all, it probably wasn't an answer most would comfortably accept. But while Suzaku was a hunter, Xerxes was a doctor, and worse, a man with strange morals. In fact, as the two had spoken, he had in his hand a chalice, glancing into it in brief moments, studying the land, and chasing after ghosts. 
[color=fff79a]"Well Suzaku, it seems we already know where the Master is."[/color] He said, slowly raising the cup for the man to peer into it. There, was the master of Berserker, as clear as can be. It wasn't hard to piece the two together. [color=fff79a]"Ask me to find him later, and I'm sure I'll have success there again."[/color] Xerxes smiled, and placed the cup down, cutting his connection quickly to avoid being spotted. 

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One a positive, the giant tree was blown apart. On a negative, Darius was already out being busy. On a positive, Xerxes and the others had access to a rather fair amount of familiars that began to scamper. Entire roots were picked up, and carried away, the town probably watching as the mage's familiars scampered about, collecting everything they could, and then vanishing back to the crew all the way in the church. 

[color=fff79a]"You know, this tree could be useful."[/color]