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[h2][color=skyblue]Torys[/color][/h2][/center]
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The guild master had just finished pinning a new job to the job board when she was approached by the energetic child. Vashya wouldn't let Torys get a word in edgewise, giving no chance to answer the first, second, or third question that came out of her mouth. [color=skyblue]"Well I'm not all [i]that[/i] old..."[/color] she muttered to herself as Vashya redirected her attention elsewhere. In a matter of seconds the girl managed to make a mess of the place using her magic. [color=skyblue]"Oh... and Zen just left a bit ago too..."[/color] The rampage of tentacles continued for a few seconds before the girl realized what she was doing and ceased, letting all the dishes and miscellaneous objects crash to the floor.

Torys stared at the mess on the floor for a few awkward seconds of silence, as if she was contemplating her life choices, before looking back up to Vashya. [color=skyblue]"You know, I've seen you around. Your name is Vashya, right?"[/color] She didn't really need an answer, she already knew. Thus she continued speaking before the girl could answer. [color=skyblue]"Of course you'd be welcome to join, we're accepting anyone with the right spirit! Buuuuuut you are a bit on the young side. I wouldn't want you getting in any trouble by joining so I think you'll need adult permission first. And I mean another adult, not me. Perhaps your caretaker over there would have an opinion on the matter."[/color] The seemingly young woman looked up at Vashya's warden with a strained smile. While always happy to see an enthusiastic young person join her family it would appear that the mess was still on her mind.

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[h2][color=aquamarine]Tone[/color][/h2][/center]
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While Tone wasn't particularly shocked that Zen was able to dodge the low kick it did take him by surprise when the S-class mage bounced off his head afterwards. The sudden weight briefly took him off balance but he recovered and spun around with his fists already up. But Zen wasn't behind him. He was standing on a nearby streetlamp. [color=aquamarine]"What are you..."[/color] That was when Zen began to scold him for trying to spar in the middle of the city. Tone now realized that Zen didn't intend on sparring just yet, he was only agreeing to the idea of it.

[color=aquamarine]"Oh. My bad,"[/color] Tone apologized, relaxing out of his fighting stance and standing up straight. [color=aquamarine]"I didn't really wanna fight here anyways cuz I can't really go all-out with all these buildings and people and stuff."[/color] He looked over to Akemi and shrugged. [color=aquamarine]"Guess we'll have to beat him up somewhere else."[/color] Zen did seem pretty cool right now but Tone could sense that he was angry over this. [i][color=aquamarine]Don't know why he seems so harsh. It wasn't like I was gonna hit any bystanders or anything...[/color][/i] It didn't really occur to him that Zen would be more worried about the possibility than the intention, because in Tone's mind it was obvious that he wasn't trying to cause any problems for the guild. Or himself. [color=aquamarine]"Well, do either of you have any plans in mind? I don't think there's any good place to do this in the city. Unless you wanted to go out into the woods or something..."[/color]

Tone's gaze drifted past Zen and Akemi and looked past them into the distance. Then he suddenly perked up as if he had noticed something. [color=aquamarine]"Actually, do you reckon we could use that arena-looking place?"[/color] He pointed past the two and if they turned their heads they would realize he was talking about Domus Flau, the coliseum atop the mountain to the west. [color=aquamarine]"I've been here for a little while and I've never seen anyone going in or out of that place. Bet it'd be perfect for a little rough-housing..."[/color] Tone had no idea about the history or purpose of the arena so to him it seemed like a good idea. It didn't even occur to him that the Kingdom itself owned the place and that they may be trespassing if they went there. [color=aquamarine]"Whatcha think?"[/color]

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[h2][color=lawngreen]Grasidia[/color][/h2][/center]
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The arrival of yet another mage caught Grasidia's attention. [i][color=lawngreen]That's the one that looks like Kaden,[/color][/i] she thought as she listened to Markovis. The other mages relented at his suggestion, leading her to believe he must also be S-class and respected among the guild. [color=silver]"Don't have to ask me twice,"[/color] Johan mumbled, bringing his mug to his lips to sip on his beer. [color=c71585]"Of course, Markovis. You know I couldn't resist greeting such a fine lady. My apologies if I made you uncomfortable, Grasidia,"[/color] Arvin spoke up, giving a polite bow towards Grasidia before moving seats to avoid crowding her. [color=lawngreen]"Um, its fine."[/color]

Markovis' offer to show her around the guild seemed like a good idea to follow up on. The other mage that briefly explained the job desk didn't explain much else. If she was going to be staying here a while then it'd be wise to learn how to fit in here. On top of there being more people than there usually were at Fenixtear the atmosphere felt very different. The processes were different, the rules were different. If she couldn't fit in then people would start asking questions, or perhaps Duncan would grow tired of covering for her. These people needed to be convinced that Grasidia is just a normal human being. [color=lawngreen]"Actually..."[/color] Grasidia spoke up, standing from her seat at the table as she did so. [color=lawngreen]"I think I will... take him on his offer..."[/color] The other mages at the table looked up at her. [color=silver]"Go nuts."[/color] [color=c71585]"Well if you ever decide you want someone closer to your age to show you around then you can always find me, unless I'm on the job."[/color]

With that she gave a brief, awkward wave and navigated across the guild hall to the table Markovis had seated himself at. He was the only one there, perhaps he also preferred solitude to some degree like Grasidia did. And though he appeared fairly youthful it was clear that this man had to be in his late 30's or early 40's, much closer to Grasidia's actual age than Arvin could've possibly realized. She couldn't think of exactly what she wanted to say as she approached the table, creating an awkward silence as she simply stared at him with a neutral expression. After a moment of this she figured she should at least sit down and picked the seat across the table from his. [color=lawngreen]"You look familiar,"[/color] she finally decided on. [color=lawngreen]"Do you have... a son named Kaden? You bear a striking resemblance to a Kaden I know."[/color]