[quote]“Displaced?” Fia questioned, but did not expect an answer, "I assure you, dear Eblana and I were on our best behaviour." Given how convenient it was for everything else to be moved around, it felt odd if Fia and Eblana’s shopping spree would have caused the commotion. No, to Fia, the enraged atmosphere was from something else. The curator was the obvious choice.  Vesemir was probably on to something about that. Since Arcan was no where near the curatorium nor the workshop, it had to have been something else to draw his ire. “No, darling, nothing of the sort. But dear Arcan lead Jazdia away towards another part of the vault. A library or archive of sorts would be my guess given her request. Just out the door, and farther down the hall is where I last saw them.”[/quote]


Vesemir listened, but gave it a momentary pause to assess the surroundings. The vibration was still felt, and the uneasiness in the air was far from being dissipated; yet it seemed the crescendo had passed...

Mr Elc reached out a hand to help Eblana stand up again, a few friendly words spoken to calm the healer. [color=#C7C6C5]"I can carry you if you want."[/color] He said, still supporting Eblana, but his eyes looked at the ceiling that occasionally shuddered like the belly of a nervous beast.

One would think someone with a rugged exterior like Stepan would have a handful of things to fear, but there he was unsteadily exiting the workshop with sword already on hand. 

[b]"What the hell was that, boss? Monster I---we can kill, but a collapsing vault?! Better get the heck outta here!" [/b]

[color=#F4E7CA]"Shush!"[/color] Vesemir glared at him with an impatient frown. [color=#F4E7CA]"Sheathe your sword, Master Stepan! If there is an evil in this vault, that would be from the outside!"  [/color]

The commotion was starting to dissolve, but suddenly escalated again after a moment passed. 

[color=#F4E7CA]"...I have a bad feeling about this."[/color] He whispered, eyes met Fia with silent agreement. Another rumbling prompted a decisive plan: to find Arcan and Jazdia. 

[color=#F4E7CA]"Keep your weapon sheathed, and don't run,"[/color] Vesemir said as he began walking briskly out of the gallery room, followed by Mr Elc and the others. He stopper for amoment. An abivalent, but quite specific question emerged from him like a long-held breath. [color=#F4E7CA]"Miss Fia, as someone who studies Djinn, I am sure you'd know when an ancient being like Arcan felt we have overstayed our welcome, right?" 
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[quote][b][color=#38b000]"Curator. [I]Arcan.[/i][/color][/b][b][color=#38b000] You are cracking the vault. Contain yourself, before your anger force our hand."[/color][/b][/quote]

[quote][color=6ecff6]"CURATOR ARCAN! PLEASE CONTROL YOURSELF!!"[/color][/quote]


When Verdant's bottled toxin touched him, the ancient's lock on Jazdia intensified. Making an enemy out of lesser djinn was tolerable price he could gladly afford. But it became another difficult matter when Miwa stepped forth, meddling in something she had no deep understanding of. The involvement of another actor---the masked knight--- made the situation even more difficult. Arcan finally yielded, but not before using his invisible power to gently but firmly push the youkai away from him---the power could be described like a pair of flexible wings made of air Arcan could command like it was part of his own body. 


[quote][color=6ecff6]"Neither one of us have any idea what is happening, Curator Arcan. It would be best to use words to explain instead of violence, wouldn't it? I urge you to calm down and explain what exactly made you act like this. Who exactly is this thing that is responsible for Jazdia's curse?"[/color][/quote]


And with that, the towering curator let Jazdia fall on her knees. The ranger was mentally shocked, one hand easing the pain in her neck. She sat there in despair, while Arcan turned to Miwa, but not before restoring the toppled chair back to its proper place. 

[i][b]"Where do we start? Let me begin with the fact that your 'friend' here somehow has Lythiel's soul signature in her." [/b][/i]Arcan's word, while less vibrating, still has that incandescent tone that made his demeanor resemble a tensed executor. He only spared Jazdia a sharp, hostile glance before panning his gaze on the other three. And then to speak about the ranger again as if she was an animal that needed to be put down. 

[i][b]"Like a disease, it weakens her from inside, eroding her own soul. Such a foolish endeavor. There is no cure for that! I spared her for now because you were my guests, but I implore you not to interfere. Lythiel had marked her, and a small violence to end her life right here, right now would be a small price to prevent a great evil from returning."[/b][/i] He paused to refocus his gaze on Miwa. [i][b]"You, Shirakawa Miwa, as a priest of your people, should have known that it is the only logical option." [/b][/i]