[center][h1][color=silver]Vikki[/color][/h1][/center]

The demons and red skies vanished just as Vikki and Edric reached each other. The bounty hunter looked behind her and saw that the demons were quickly evaporating. She trotted to a stop as she reached the man with the drawn scimitar, pausing to catch her breath.

[color=silver]"Ugh,"[/color] she grunted with a streak of annoyance. [color=silver]"They always puss out right when it's about to get fun."[/color] Sheathing her katanas on her back, she looked around somewhat incredulously before turning her attention back to the man in front of her. [color=silver]"What a shame, I was kind of looking forward to see how you fought with that sword of yours. I've heard good things about how you Athalians fight,"[/color] she said with a wink and a twinkle in her eye. Before Edric could read too much into that information, the lavishly dressed bounty hunter went over to a bench nearby and sat down on it. It felt kind of weird to not have any assignments for a day or two...this festival was supposed to keep her occupied for at least another day, but it was obvious that was no longer happening. She looked around purposefully at the people mulling about in the aftermath. If there was one Athalian, there were bound to be more.

[center][h1][color=red]Mizuki[/color][/h1][/center]

Mizuki was leaned up against a wall with her arms crossed, slightly brooding and slightly contemplating. On the one hand, she was happy to be able to use her fox-fire again, and it felt good to release some anger on the demons. On the other hand, there had been a [u]lot[/u] of them, and she had been running out of steam by the time they evaporated. She had the feeling that eventually she and everyone else would have been overrun, and that was not something she approved of. Furthermore, the invasion ruined the festival and meant that she wouldn't have a chance to experience the night festival, which was the main reason she was there in the first place. Still, she was at least thankful she didn't get injured or worse, did pretty well for herself (she thought) for not having fought in years, and wasn't photographed that much.

Before she could allow her stream of consciousness to go any further, an unfamiliar man walked up to her. She looked at him with confusion and barely contained annoyance at his question. [color=red]"What do you mean by 'everyone'?"[/color] she asked with narrowed eyes. [color=red]"I can see people scattered in every direction, and they all look as confused as you are. So...what kind of 'everyone' are you looking for?"[/color]

[center][h1][color=orange]Carmen[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=orange]"Agh, this is just [i]unbearable[/i],"[/color] Carmen dramatically whined to nobody in particular. [color=orange]"One of those [i]infernal[/i] demon things got a SCRATCH on my [i]PURSE!!![/i] This is [u]so[/u] embarrassing..."[/color] She carefully adjusted the purse on her shoulder so that the scratch was facing her and not visible to other people and stood up from her sitting (formerly fighting) place in a little courtyard. As frustrated at she was about her handbag, she needed to focus on finding out if the couple of Athalians she ran into earlier were alright, so she began walking.

[center][h1][color=DarkGoldenrod]Eris[/color][/h1][/center]

Eris walked out of the square with a small smirk on her face, unnoticed by everyone as they tended to themselves. In her mind, she had won the day. Duatos left once she challenged him, and chaos reigned supreme without Eris having to so much as lift a finger.

[color=DarkGoldenrod][i]He'll be a fun little plaything,[/i][/color] she thought.