Meirin Kurenai
Truth be told Mei has never been to Hysteria. She's never taken anyone actually into the city, as the monks typically leave the group once the city was within sight. But it was a colorful place, it seemed so exciting and new. It doesn't even look familiar, and yet Meirin knew it well enough to recognize it. She was almost as enthralled by the sights and sound as Lyn was, and was half-tempted to spend some time looking around the sights. However the mission at hand was more important. One day perhaps she'll come back to Hysteria and enjoy the scenery.
She hoped that the caravan master wasn't too angry at the college still. She tried to cheer him up, but frankly those bandits ruined the mood. She was surprised to meet with the Scarlet Travelers, as she had once provided security for them in the past. She never knew they were aligned with the college, Lucilia is particular. "Learn something everyday." The trip back was uneventful and shorter than the trip going to the college. She wondered if their efforts of stopping the bandits actually helped make the roads safer. She remembered back at the monastery where even if the school was asked to disperse a clan of raiders on behalf of the local villages, it always seemed like a new gang would replace them the next day. It felt odd seeing how... Peaceful Djarkel was. She's only known conflicts and fights here. Maybe it'll do them all some good to get away from that.
Meirin was happy to be back at the college. It was a familiar place to her even though she's been there for less than a year. Alaira took Lyn off, probably to go see the parents. But as she was watching them leave Ssarak came up and asked her how they were going to inform Lucilia about what happened during the mission. Ssarak was concerned about the dangers Alaira posed and Meirin's own face darken at the idea of participating with her again. While she wasn't one to abandon others, Meirin was seriously considering if Alaira wanted or was worth help. On one hand, she was noting but trouble ever since they first arrived to the bridge. Then again, would she really be any better if they just left her alone? Meirin wanted to have nothing to do with her and let someone else sort out Alaira. But deep down Meirin felt that someone needed to help her, to tell her that she's wrong and that she needs to change. Because Meirin doesn't want to feel responsible for Alaira hurting herself or anyone else because no one was ever there for her.
"We should be honest. We tell her that Alaira started a wild fire on a hunch, that she attacked guardsmen under the impression that they were vampires in the middle of the day, and that she holds very little respect about us or the caravan master. She doesn't work well with others and is prone to violence without consulting any of us. Then we can let Lucilia decide what to do with Alaira. However..."
Meirin suddenly began to look angry and marched towards Lucilia's office. "I honestly don't care about her right now. She's alive, and I'm more concerned that Lyn was smuggled onto the wagon. While there's a lot of things Alaira is wrong about, I'm certain that she's right that Lucilia played a part in endangering Lyn. And as mad as I am with Alaira what Lucilia did... That's unforgivable." There was a certain fire in Meirin's eyes. A deep, burning flash that Ssarak would have seen during the brief moments when Meirin fought against the demons. Hatred, anger, and a desire to protect, even if it meant killing others. Meirin took that emotion and controlled it. Instead of letting it loose and control her, she's taken that anger and honed it into a fine blade. A blade that she wouldn't hesitate to aim at Lucilia, more so since Meirin was still carrying her weapon with her, with the intent of getting into a fight. Both verbal and physical.
Truth be told Mei has never been to Hysteria. She's never taken anyone actually into the city, as the monks typically leave the group once the city was within sight. But it was a colorful place, it seemed so exciting and new. It doesn't even look familiar, and yet Meirin knew it well enough to recognize it. She was almost as enthralled by the sights and sound as Lyn was, and was half-tempted to spend some time looking around the sights. However the mission at hand was more important. One day perhaps she'll come back to Hysteria and enjoy the scenery.
She hoped that the caravan master wasn't too angry at the college still. She tried to cheer him up, but frankly those bandits ruined the mood. She was surprised to meet with the Scarlet Travelers, as she had once provided security for them in the past. She never knew they were aligned with the college, Lucilia is particular. "Learn something everyday." The trip back was uneventful and shorter than the trip going to the college. She wondered if their efforts of stopping the bandits actually helped make the roads safer. She remembered back at the monastery where even if the school was asked to disperse a clan of raiders on behalf of the local villages, it always seemed like a new gang would replace them the next day. It felt odd seeing how... Peaceful Djarkel was. She's only known conflicts and fights here. Maybe it'll do them all some good to get away from that.
Meirin was happy to be back at the college. It was a familiar place to her even though she's been there for less than a year. Alaira took Lyn off, probably to go see the parents. But as she was watching them leave Ssarak came up and asked her how they were going to inform Lucilia about what happened during the mission. Ssarak was concerned about the dangers Alaira posed and Meirin's own face darken at the idea of participating with her again. While she wasn't one to abandon others, Meirin was seriously considering if Alaira wanted or was worth help. On one hand, she was noting but trouble ever since they first arrived to the bridge. Then again, would she really be any better if they just left her alone? Meirin wanted to have nothing to do with her and let someone else sort out Alaira. But deep down Meirin felt that someone needed to help her, to tell her that she's wrong and that she needs to change. Because Meirin doesn't want to feel responsible for Alaira hurting herself or anyone else because no one was ever there for her.
"We should be honest. We tell her that Alaira started a wild fire on a hunch, that she attacked guardsmen under the impression that they were vampires in the middle of the day, and that she holds very little respect about us or the caravan master. She doesn't work well with others and is prone to violence without consulting any of us. Then we can let Lucilia decide what to do with Alaira. However..."
Meirin suddenly began to look angry and marched towards Lucilia's office. "I honestly don't care about her right now. She's alive, and I'm more concerned that Lyn was smuggled onto the wagon. While there's a lot of things Alaira is wrong about, I'm certain that she's right that Lucilia played a part in endangering Lyn. And as mad as I am with Alaira what Lucilia did... That's unforgivable." There was a certain fire in Meirin's eyes. A deep, burning flash that Ssarak would have seen during the brief moments when Meirin fought against the demons. Hatred, anger, and a desire to protect, even if it meant killing others. Meirin took that emotion and controlled it. Instead of letting it loose and control her, she's taken that anger and honed it into a fine blade. A blade that she wouldn't hesitate to aim at Lucilia, more so since Meirin was still carrying her weapon with her, with the intent of getting into a fight. Both verbal and physical.
