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[h1]Celestine Lightbringer[/h1]

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[@Dezuel]
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Celestine followed Bak, rushed as she was. His mind, avid for information was building the entire picture from scratch. He had come to the same conclusion as the machine girl. Vittorio was likely alive. His face showed a hint of disappointment when the girl continued on her frantic chase. She was not chasing the demon, but Vittorio. It was clear what she was pretending to do. Celestine looked at Bak with a mirror of worry at first, and then ... as if an act of magic, his semblance hardened and his stare was piercing.

"Why, Bak? Let Vittorio deal with the thing he has set to do, even if he refuses to heed my healing advice. Shanking that  preppy boy is an amusing thought." 

"He will not survive, though!" Bak said. "He does not mean to." She said, downcast. "He is one of us. That is reason enough to help him, da?"

"What do you know? He has been prattling about this for ages. He really..." Celestine paused. "Oh I see what's happening here." 

He clasped his hands, giggling. "Very well, Bak. You win. I don't need more convincing." He added, doing a deft turn. "Alto should be in the st Laurels rendezvous point. With the rest of them." He paused indicating the way.

"I want a wedding invite though..." Now that was more amusing than a shanking. Could the tank girl rescue the crippled boy from his own hell? Some love stories, no matter how cliché, were entertaining.

"Wh-wedding?" Bak said, but no, wait, that wasn't important right now. Celestine had pointed the way. Bak felt kind of stupid, but that's why she liked Celestine so much. If Bak had a question they had an answer. Still running on high emotion she reached out and embraced who might as well have been the most beautiful woman in the world. "Thank you, thank you!"

"My ribs..."Celestine squeaked, unable to  fight against the mechanized hug. Fortunately it didn't break anything. Yet. As she left he followed the tank girl with his gaze. "Well, guess I will be heading with my own interest..."

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 An air of confused worry permeated through the crowd as Bak walked out. People were milling about near their seats, with officials trying to convince them to remain. Some were arguing, or had forced their way past and were leaving anyway. Some were just standing, or had clumped into groups leaving whole rows empty and inadvertently blocking anyone attempting to leave. The worst of this was in a place she could see across the field, where an entire section had been abandoned all the way to the top of the arena as though something had inspired the spectators to flee it in mass and huddle together in two long rows in the walkways on both sides. Another part she could see sparkled in the sunlight and it took Bak a moment to relize that was because it had been frozen over. Every so often an announcement came over the intercom, but it joined with the roar of thousands of people talking. No one would much notice one boy in all this mess.

The tension in the air came when a girl caught sight of Bak and screamed, drawing the eyes of everyone in the surrounding area. Bak could feel their eyes boring into her, reminding her far to much of home for comfort, but she didn't have time to worry about that right now. She had a job to do. She shoved her way though people milling about, unconcerned over whether she was being too rough, to make her way to the St. Laural's sanction while adding her own voice to the roar. 

"Vittorio! Vittorio!" She called out, cupping her hands over her mouth. "I know you are hurting right now! Where are you? I can help!"