[center][color=aa44ff][h3]Trinity Stratos
Phoenix Wing Guild Hall[/h3]
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[@Lunarlord34][@Sanguine Rose][/center]

Aww, shit, she made Jasmine mad. She was hoping she'd at least get a chuckle out of it. She supposed she should have known better. She couldn't help but be a little jealous of tiny nuisance as Jasmine held Rajah close. "[color=aa44ff]Mn, aww, Jasmine, c'mon. She's such a little brat to you [i]all the time[/i]. And you see how she treats everyone else.[/color]"

The expression on her face was upset as she heard a voice within her mind. She lifted a hand to her head, caught off-guard as her mind burst into activity.

[color=aa44ff][i][center]Foreign presence detected penetrating consciousness boundary[/center][right]Analyzing properties[/right]Scrambling background threads[/i][/color]

 Brianna had asked something, but whatever it was had been quickly forgotten in the face of mental trespassing. "[color=aa44ff]Wh-, Jaz, do you hea-[/color]" the sword?! Her eyes turned sharply to the sword hanging from her guildmate's waist, as her mind quickly churned out a response to the magical probing. "[color=aa44ff]What the fuck, Brianna?![/color]"

[i][color=aa44ff][right]Invasive presense magical in nature[/right][center]Generating blueprint[/center]Pooling magical power... Insufficient power[/color][/i]

She started to mould her Energy Make to augment her mental barriers, but found herself sipping lightly on a Wind to have the power to finish the complex construction.

[i][color=aa44ff][center]Jamming[/center][/color][/i]
As she slipped the bottle back into her bandolier, about a third gone, she tried to calm herself. There was a lot of important or embarrassing or secret stuff up there, and telepaths were a very real threat to her and Neil's businesses. "[color=aa44ff]Keep your telepathic shit out of my head.[/color]" Rather attached to her mental privacy, as well.

She turned back to Jasmine, realizing what just happened to their short-lived conversation, "[color=aa44ff]uhm...[/color]" She'd completely lost momentum, and she'd already made Jasmine mad cause she collared Rajah. Not too mention she didn't really feel like talking anymore. She heard Neil mention Markovis (and heard Karn's cringy nickname for the gloomy guy. There was no way Mark liked it, she should have a gentle conversation with that kid... He's not even a kid!), and found herself an out. "[color=aa44ff]Right, I should check on Markovis.[/color]"

Should she have just stayed home? Her day just kept getting stepped on. And she knew some of that was her own mentality, and not just... There was no reason to get grumpy for having a band play a show for them.

She didn't even know James played bass, though, what the hell.

So she retreated to the bar and the familiar shape of Mark's back at the bar, lightly touching Neil's back as she passed him. She couldn't be bothered with anything else happening in the hall, did she just feel out of place? The powerless Make mage occupied the stool next to her gloomier teammate, the weight of her upper body never leaving the counter after being introduced. She gave her team a weak smile before looking to Jarvis, behind the bar "[color=aa44ff]Jarviiiiiis, gimme a drink?[/color]" She was pretty sure he'd remember the kind of thing she liked. Something sweet or sour or both, preferably. Fruity never hurt, either.

She'd ask Mark, but he'd give her straight liquor.