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[b][color=7e9ebc]Time[/color][/b]
🌀 Morning.

[b][color=7e9ebc]Location[/color][/b]
🌀 Riverport - Cheap Inn.

[b][color=7e9ebc]Interactions[/color][/b]
🌀 [@Helo] - Bowyn.
🌀 [@Tae] - Eris and Raven.
🌀 [@Potter] - Rue.
🌀 [@princess] - Annya.


[b][color=7e9ebc]Mentions[/color][/b]
🌀 N/A.

[b][color=7e9ebc]Equipment[/color][/b]
🌀 Regal clothes.
🌀 Tome.
🌀 356 Amas.

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Having to put his hands together, and prevent his tail from wagging, Inori was left in a position where every natural reaction was curbed. Watching chaos unfold was for an Azure Fiend like the beauty of a flowing dance across starlight. He was almost thankful to see one of the particular things he feared; Light Magic. It grounded him, helping the demonic boy center himself. [i][color=7e9ebc]’If I fight these people, I will have failed in my assignment,’[/color][/i] a thought encircled him, one surpassing the notion of anyone’s safety or wellbeing. [i][color=7e9ebc]’But if I was to fight them..,’[/color][/i] he pondered, claw rising to tap at his chin as the lad pictured the scene. He was still young, still growing into his Azura, and surely couldn’t combat a user of Light Magic while simultaneously fighting a handful of other opponents, despite their fractured and unstable mental states. However, Raven was a ticking time bomb, and thus using her to his advantage was paramount. A simple nudge would push her over the edge, allowing Inori the opening he required to scratch out those who posed the biggest thr-.., the boy shook his head. There was no reason to entertain that right now. He was making friends, wasn’t he?

It was going splendidly.

Tilting his head, the demon continued watching. He really did want something to drink, something to imbibe while enjoying the sight before him. Chaos, panic, anger, aggression, a crucible of destruction. Pride had done exactly what he intended, and it worked without a hitch. From what Inori knew about the Sins, he could narrow down their immense strength, and found respect in the power they possessed. However, the reptilian demon had not taken Pride for a tactician, and while this act was a far cry from calculated master plans, it had sent the surface races into disarray, something they were already struggling with; and this was rather interesting. How could an army so divided ever hope to defeat Pride and his compatriots? Inori’s desire to linger had grown ever more present, and despite the threat he received, despite the yelling he endured, he was captivated by these panicked individuals. No, perhaps [i]’because’[/i] of the response he had witnessed, the infernal was intrigued. What fun was there to find in an army collected beneath a tyrant’s thumb? No, this was a boiling pot, and Inori was going to see where it led. 

He would proceed to converse with these individuals, for a part of him had already grown to like them. An expert would be able to pinpoint that Inori’s stance on current events did not hail from malicious intent, but rather his biology. Perhaps the lad’s position would change upon growing closer to surface dwellers, but could anything surpass biological wiring? These were thoughts taking hold of him, despite the series of disasters swirling like a tempest. Would it have been a good idea to offer his aid? To present his own powers as a means of containing the chaos rapidly expanding? A boring, and horridly atrocious decision, but one that could further his research, and his curiosity. Even so, he was currently considered an enemy by virtue of Pride’s actions, and catering to a less impulsive approach, while hard to stomach, was the most sensible decision. 

Besides; Inori had promised drinks, and it was only proper to follow up on that notion, wasn’t it? Following this sequence of thought, he pondered approaching this issue from afar, taking note from a distance. An immediate flaw presented itself in how he wouldn’t be in the thick of the issue, but the added distance allowed for a more nuanced view. A difficult decision, but one he could consider. After things died down, he could allow for some space between himself and the others, an attempt at letting emotions settle. With chaos drifting away in the breeze, Inori crossed his arms. He had chosen a hilarious, albeit bad time to approach this lot.