[color=aba000]~ZYRICK~[/color]

	Zyrick's eyes darted across the Northern gate several times, it was truly a sight to behold. If only it wasn't used to keep out demons and other unwanted guests maybe this gate would be a popular attraction. Maybe all the gates would be. It was almost sad that such beautiful architecture would be in such an open view yet have such a menacing presence. This type of thinking would hold Zyrick's attention for only so long before he would get bored. He was planning on sitting there silently, waiting for the other spirit users to show up. Having no idea what to expect of these spirit users it came to be a pleasant surprise when one happened to sit next to him seemingly coming out of nowhere. He watched her with a flat expression on his face as she approached. Zyrick wasn't big into guns, he was trained in the army to use and manage one but it just wasn't his forte. But this girl, just by the way she holds and handles it, he could tell she was proficient with it.

Zyrick's lips opened slightly, taking in a breath before speaking. His hand lifted with his index finger extended. Before he could manage to say anything, another person sat with them, clearly another spirit user. Slowly, one by one, more users came along reaching five in total. [I]"This is the group huh?"[/I] Mashii's voice appearing from behind the bench. [I]"I didn't expect it to be so...quirky."[/I] Mashii strutted out from behind the bench, showing his animalistic form for the first time today. Zyrick's eyes beamed at his bonded spirit, giving him the 'be nice or die' kind of look. Zyrick watched as Mashii turned up his snout before walking around the group paying close attention to the equipment of the other users. It was only natural that the spirit of production would be interested in the construction of different pieces of equipment.

"So I guess this is the group...By my time, the gate should be opening any minute now. Unless we get some last-minute stragglers I think the five of us will be it." Zyrick said, monotone throughout. It was quite exciting for Zyrick, he's only worked with one other spirit user before and that was just for training. He was told he needed more time before going into the badlands, but it would seem they may have lied. 

After some time, The guards started moving in a hurried position lining up on either side of the gate, creating something of a walk-way for when the gate opens. The gates made an unpleasant creaking noise when opening, most likely because of their monstrous weight, zyrick scrunching up his face at the sound. The gates stopped moving when they were about halfway open, leaving enough room for a few carts to roll in from the badlands. The drivers being nothing more than labourers. Following the carts was a man clad in armour, a spirit user, who paid nearly no attention to Zyrick, not that he cared for attention but it was something to note. After that display, the guard who previously gave Zyrick a letter, looked his way. No words or gesture just a mear glance in Zyricks direction. 

"Well..." Zyrick looked at the others, "Shall we be off then?"