[center][h1]Celestine Lightbringer[/h1]
[h2](Guest Party Members, Diana and Ria)[/h2]
[h3]Ria bits transcribed with permission of [@Gentlemanvaultboy][/h3]
[@Scarifar][@KillamriX88]
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Chaos. Delicious chaos soon followed after the instructions. Bak was an earnest girl, but her frame wasn't fit for subtlety, as the screams and yells soon followed. She didn't manage to stop the stab in time, but she had managed to bring Vittorio back with her... with the intervention of Mr Wet Noodle himself, who Celestine thought that he should search for a new nickname. Napping nightmare, maybe? Well, that and a few drinks. Specially if his girlfriend was invited. They seemed to disappear with the help of one of Clara's creatures.

They were [i]her [/i]problem, now.

He sighed, amused. Heaps and heaps of work would await him...  "Well, isn't it great when they are all grown up, causing all sorts of trouble?" He let a faux laugh and tear, before trudging the path towards the medical pavilion. Would he need to stitch lightboy's wound caused by Vittorio? That was all sorts of amusing, and awkward. Speaking of which.

The chief princess of awkward was not there. His memory never lied. Diana was kissing a pillow. Ria was still groaning. The other charred vigilante was trying to do tongue tricks with a pencil. But Alexandria Sova, better known as Andras, was nowhere to be seen. Celestine frowned, as he went towards Ria. She was probably the one with the most sound witness report right now. Those awfully accurate eyes and all. She took her by the scruff of the neck and shook her. That should have gotten her attention.

"Where is Andras?" He demanded, in a composed tone that oozed annoyance. 

"Wha? I dunno. Think I heard thot patrol though. Oh fuck, you don't suppose she's eating her?" Ria answered, with her own flippant attitude. Who was toth patrol? And why would she eat Andras? His gears didn't clicked at that precise moment. He shook her again.

"Toth patrol who?" He affirmed once more.

"My dumb teammate. Demon bitch. Meredith! God." It was Ria's annoyed reply. Even the most keenest minds like Cel had their share of daft moments. Usually in times of stress. This aggravated him greatly. He had to do something. It was bad enough Andras going missing. It was worse than the titty monster had not heed her advice and had taken her... and if Diana's nonsensical rant of earlier was true, it meant trouble...

Speaking of which, he really needed an stand in. Grabbing one of the antidote syringes for the sedative he had just given to the Witch, he ruthlessly jabbed the frail body of Diana with another shot, waking her up all in a sudden. She seemed to gasp for breath. 

"You are on healing duty, Diana. I will send you a cheque." Cel said, his body language finally showing signs of exasperation.

"Wait, she's not actually gonna eat her right? I know she's a bitch and all but King can't have her eating Andras. She's real...like....real good at stuff. Like, trump card stuff." Ria seemed to chime in, confirming Celestine's suspicions. Andras had vast hidden powers. 

"Diana freaked out. There is some truth on her ramblings. " He added, as he, without a word, left the medical bay, heading for where he had hidden his getup. He had to find the titty monster. Now, he did not know much about him, merely what the tournament information had given. But the key in this life was not knowing the information, but finding the information from someone who knew.

Maybe the knight nerd of the armor was still in the locker room, getting ready...

Diana let a drawn out sigh. "That man, he just knows how to dump his problems on me, huh." The witch said, as she got up on unsteady feet. She was beyond drained, but the quick medical aid Cel had provided stabilized her condition. She concentrated, a minor healing spell forming on her hand. "You can help me, trap master." She said to Michael, offering him some magical healing to at least bring him back to his feet. She had caused the majority of damage after all. And he seemed to be more helpful than Ria when it came to mystical and healing arts. Her foot would have to wait.

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Not too shabby. Celestine thought, as he ran his hand through his wig's  black hair and looked at the ornate brass mask, couple with the boots, medical aid waistpack and tonfas. It was a good thing he hadn't immediately disposed of them. Now he was once more, ready for action. Pity about the lack of blade. Shanking the titty monster would be a great pleasure. There was his target, the vigilantes locker room. 

Well, it was lucky he had seen the feeds well enough, otherwise he would have not recognized him. One of his teammates, the bird-man thing that had opposed Diana, Ria, and that flying harlot was there too. Naseraph, he was named. He put a hand on his hip, and let out his feminine voice, of his Fallen One getup.

"Hey nerd, now that the show's been crashed you up for some knighting?" He said to Wolf. "Rescuing princesses, damsels and that fare? Cause that special you-know-who who wants your babies has just taken leave with the Demon Lady of Despair. And people at the medbay are really cross." He let his hand slip to one of his tonfas. "I suppose you don't know where your pet demon lady friend is, do you?"