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The trip wasn't very long for the two of them, and nary a word between them had passed for the entire journey. It was for all the better, he supposed, seeing as how he had to sort through his thoughts as well as her own. What he had divined was that his host body had lived a poor life in Illiserev, became a rich magician after discovering his talents, had a family... which was murdered by an elf, an elf for whom he could only feel intense hatred towards no matter how known it was to him of the bias his brain must have held. It wasn't much to go on, and none of these besides the last held much meaning to him... and that was disturbing; as if his sole thought in life was the last one; a life dedicated to revenge... Was that who she was to become then? This Eldren who wished for nothing more than to avenge his murdered family? Perhaps... he found himself thinking despite himself. Perhaps if he had appraoched her with his intent, she would have been willing to help him, but the thought remained: Are these thoughts truly my own?

They apprached one of the town's gates, smoke visible and billowing from some distance away. A sort of panic hit him with this, as likely as it was to simply be a fire. What if she had done this with his new body; his new, and her old abilities? What if his first objective was to destroy his new body's former identity with all that he had? It would be... too much for him to handle.
"Halt!" one of the gate's many guards called out. "You are..." he said during his approach, in recognition of the man's strange looking companion. It was then that he screamed and cowered away, alerting those around of the small group's presence. "You there!" Another voice shouted to them, this one firmer and more intoned with authority. " I am the captain of this guard, or so the chain of command now dictates," he announced with a gulp, "You are the boy under Astopol's protection and living with the Seyour family, are you not?" he scoffed with anger. "And this is..." he turned his gaze to the slumped figure of Horace, who was still unconcious. A grin formed on the man's grizzled face. "Well now, good citizen, I am glad you bring this harbinger of criminals to us. I will see that what remains of this town rewards you," he stepped forward to grab the man's uncle. "Now then, what's your name, good sir?"
"Eldren," he responded without thought while taking a step away from the man's grasp, "And may I ask what this 'harbinger of criminals' thing is about? I would hope that you are good enough a man not slander an innocent's noble name?"
A severe frown replaced the former expression of the guard captain as he began to explain. "This man is the 'uncle' of a Miss Riley Thomson, known to the Sidosa Board and the rest of the town as a known witch and practitioner of the summoning arts. Late last night, we were attacked by the same such beasts as she and the rest of her witch kin are known to conjure forth, therefore, we have been ordered to apprehend all witch's, Talze Uterran native, as well as any of their suspected accomplises; with the exception being him," he sneered at Araki. "Any signs of deviance in light of these orders will be treated as an act of terrorism against Dansilla and will result in immediate imprisonment; am I clear?"
"Crystal," the shellshocked man responded, handing the body that drapped his shoulder over to the captain before proceeding to the gate's entrance. "Now may we go?" he asked rhetorically in an imposing tone fo voice. "Yes," the man gulped once more, "you three may go."

Araki supposed it was a good thing that 'Riley' didn't try to strike up conversation during the way back to Cykes. Anything he might have wanted to talk or ask about wasn't exactly the type of chat people had while on the move and in a hurry. It was a brief feeling of relief that faded as the pair got closer to town, and all but vanished when they rushed past the treeline and onto the plains that separated the city's walls and the forest. "Blood..." It was a whisper, just something that slipped out, but the scent of it lingered in the air and judging from the state of the town... well Araki didn't have a doubt about where the source was. There were other questions of course, but he figured he'd get his answers soon enough.

He probably looked a bit confused at the guard's reaction; at least Araki certainly felt that way. He scanned the faces of the other guards at the post before he settled on the man that had stepped forward, the captain, with a scowl. He recognized the looks on these people's faces and he did not like them, not one bit. It reminded him of being back in the village really, unpleasant as that had been. While he guessed their reaction likely had to do with whatever happened in Cykes last night, being a target of their ire for simply what he was irritated Araki. Even if he wasn't great at concealing his emotions, he did hold his tongue and stop himself from saying anything he might have come to regret; 'Riley' could handle the talking just fine.

'Well that's one question down.' He grinned right back at the 'captain', unintimidated by the man in the slightest as he walked pass. The 'grin' didn't last for long though and Araki quickly dropped it once the guards were behind him. Though he had the proper papers still in his bag and that would likely help him with any 'authorities', if the guards were of that attitude towards him he could only imagine what the general populace felt. He caught up with 'Riley' while they were just past the gate and still under the wall. "Just me, but after that I don't think me walking through the streets is going to be the best idea." Moving on the rooftops would likely attract more attention, but that was only if people bothered to look up and people rarely did.

The man responed to the crystala with a brief grunt. He felt dead inside; it was as plain and simple as that. The town had indeed been attacked by summoned creature's, his uncle had been arrested simply for having been associate with him, and the likelihood of it being her body's fault was ever increasing.

The two passed on into the aftermath of the town. Death was a prominent smell, and the fumes from the numerous fires that were just being put out simply mixed with it to create possibly the most vile odor to run across his nose. The survivors wandered about the streets with sullen faces; some few were covered in ash as if they had escaped from a burning building. Their eyes, though, despite having the bags indicating a severe lack of sleep, were all glared at Araki as he passed. "Hm," he started without thought, "Maybe you should take to the roofs now, and leave Fion with me... lest we get mauled before reaching his estate. Sound like a plan, Araki?"

Sighing under his breath, Araki shifted Fion a bit before he followed after 'Riley' into the city past the gates. It hadn't been reduced to rubble, but what he saw reminded him of Bakery Town; Cykes had certainly been the sight of a battle... or maybe massacre was more fitting. There were plenty of signs the dead had left behind; blood stains on the cracked streets, the lingering smell in the air, and the experience in the eyes of those still alive. "Yeah..." He trailed off as more and more citizens caught notice of him, slowly gathering towards the three of them. Holding Fion out for 'Riley' to take, he didn't spare any time and moved as soon as his arms were free.

That wasn't to say the crowd didn't try to stop him, but there wasn't much they could do. The weakened ground cracked even further before he shot up into the air, sailing clean over their heads, and slammed onto a nearby rooftop. He could just barely hear the crowd's outrage catch up with him, but it was all left behind when he pushed off. It wouldn't take him too long to reach the estate in this manner, but Araki wondered. Given the state of the city, would there even be anything left of Fion's home?

Despite its color, Alam nevertheless took a moment to appreciate the regalia he had been given once he saw Yui and Solia’s. Even if the clothes didn’t look or feel like it would be able to do more than soften a few hits, at the very least it looked more practical than the girls’ by a long shot. Still… insulting someone’s clothes, particularly girls’, was a great way to piss them off, so Alam held any comments to himself. He mumbled something indistinct off to the side at Solia’s excitement, scratching the back of his head in discomfort. It wasn’t until the princess approached the two of them that Alam focused his attention back to her, having been more preoccupied with glancing about the room and taking in small details as a way to distract himself.

“You too.” He wasn’t even just being polite, the costume certainly did stand out and catch the eye; although Alam did wonder how smart it was to paint a target on yourself on the “battlefield”. That concern was brushed aside by his interest in what Solia was holding though, and he blinked in surprise when the rings were revealed; though really, he wasn’t sure what he had been expecting. He picked up the yellow-set ring while Solia was explaining exactly what they were, frowning for only the briefest of moments. It was… rather plain for something with as fancy a name as the Divine Arms; only a simple grey band fitted with a polished yellow orb.

“Calm down, jeez.” Despite him waving for her to stop hopping about, Alam couldn’t, or rather, didn’t hide the small grin he wore and his tone was good-natured. While he wasn’t too sure about the “great magical attacks”, he was plenty excited about the other possibilities. Wasting little time, he pulled off the pair of gloves that had been provided so he could put the ring on. “Huh…” It didn’t exactly fit and took a few moments of twisting and adjusting before the ring was comfortable on his finger. Hell Alam might have even said the thing had changed itself to fit snuggly; he didn’t think it would be impossible and it certainly hadn’t fit a moment ago.

He stared at the ring on his finger for a few moments before deciding that trying it out would probably be a good idea. Solia had said that all he had to do was think of what form he wanted it to take, so he closed his eyes and began to think. Alam was never all that creative so rather than think of something original, he settled on something which he was already familiar with. It was probably unnecessary, but he felt somewhat compelled to, at the very least, mutter, “Divine Arms, Soladium.”

Even with his eyes closed, the bright golden light managed to light up his vision and as it faded he felt an unfamiliar weight on his hands. Once the glow had dimmed he brought his hands, now clad in a pair of golden gauntlets, up and grinned at the result. The metal plates were fastened to the fingerless leather gloves and reached about halfway to his elbows. The weight was something he would have to get used to, but at the very least it suggested these things would be able to take some punishment, so that was a comfort. What purpose the red jewel embedded in the center served was revealed with a quick touch; the tip that jutted just a bit ahead of his closed fist was dangerously sharp. “Divine Arms, huh? I can work with these,” he said with a nod as he turned his attention back to Solia.

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