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[ATTN: Kaimele]
--Terrenia City, Crye Estate; 5:20PM--

"Oh," Lord Crye says candidly, "We both know you did more than that. You mustn't blame yourself for the loss of our dear beloved one. No one can save them all. I have had to face this sad fact for many days in my life, back when I was in the Council's Militia."

The Unfortunate Thirteen used to have a Militia many years ago, but it was quickly disbanded--however, it was known to be a militia that only had non-magi in it, so for a man with magic to state that he was in it might strike to one as odd. However, it isn't as if there was a way to register magic users back then, either, like there is, now. The militia was the Council's action against rouge magi that were known for serious crimes, such as serial killers and terrorists.

"However, I've been idle for far too long." Lord Crye says decisively, "It is time that I step up and take responsibility once more, so I'm going to make my own Guild. The life of a Lord is a fine one, but I have powers that can save the lives of others--just like you do. Now, however, I'm actually going to do something with my gift. I'm going to save lives."



[ATTN: Ryla, Lark, Ryushi, Chiron, Janos, Char]
--Ferrum Coordinator Guild Hall, UMS; 5:20PM--

Char is the first one back into the office and as he asks immediately about what is going on, he simply shakes his head at him and whispers, "We'll cover much of it later. For now, we need to deal with this group before we discuss anything confidential."

Nadleeh, blushing a brilliant red, is so glad that the lower half of her face is concealed. Janos was not only flirtatious, but hostile while being...flirtatious and comical. It's rather odd and Nadleeh has never before met a man like this. She is also glad that she doesn't have to respond--they are summoned by the Guild Master, thank the Goddess.

As Lark is brought in once more, Jonah looks at him, utterly confused. He had literally just healed this man--what had happened to him to make him weak and injured once more?? This fellow must be extremely sick-prone, especially after all that he had done to heal him fully before, as well as the amount of rest that he had received before returning to such a sorry state.

Jonah begins to look him over as Rodimus completely ignores Janos' entrance into the room. His mood has shifted into that of a serious one and that last thing he has time to concentrate on is the man's silly behavior. He really doesn't care to respond, so he simply chooses not to and focuses on Ryla, instead, smiling at her reassuringly. She still looks as though she could cry some more.

Nadleeh followed Janos into the room and is happy to see Ryushi coming in just before her and she quickly moves up behind him with relief. She's so glad to have found one of her Guild-mates. She can tell that he's tired and as he walked in and introduces himself, Jonah instantly moves over to him and touches his shoulder without even asking.

At first, Nadleeh thought the man was gonna say something, but all he did was smile and then move back down to another pitiful man on the floor. The man's hand had glowed upon Ryushi's shoulder as he was speaking to the Guild Master for just a moment, and afterwards, he didn't look near as tired. The man must have been a healer of some kind.

After a few more minutes with his hands spent with glowing, Jonah finally pulls away from Lark, though the man doesn't look too much better than he did before. Unfortunately, Jonah doesn't have much magic left, so there's little else that he can do for the man or for anyone else. Even Ryushi he did little for--all he could do was lift his exhaustion, but the Guild Master will still feel weakened and have no magic.

"Well, a pleasure to meet you, Ryushi." Rodimus says, "I'm rather surprised that you are settling a Guild Quest personally. I didn't expect to meet you so soon, but it's a pleasure, still. Why don't you have a seat?"

Then, Rodimus looks up as more pour into the room. He clears his throat and speaks just a tad more loudly, Okay, only those specified before can be in here. If you aren't Ferrum, White Cross, or Sheherazade...or Jonah...get out."



[ATTN: Rat, Seere]
--UMS Border Territory, Targon State; White Cross Guild Hall; 5:20PM--

As they head out into the main Guild Hall, a lot of the tables are almost pretty much set up. Rat is already out at one of the tables, munching down with a mountain of food on his plate. Rolling her eyes, Whip can't say that's she's really entirely surprised.

She moves up to the open window for the kitchens and says, "I want my usual. Seere here is from Walsh, so he's never eaten here before...why don't you just get him a menu?"

"You got it, sweet cheeks," The big man behind the window says with a wink, "Here's the menu and I'll have your food out in a bit."

"Thanks, Al." Whip replies with a smile. Al, a good 450lbs and 8ft tall, can barely look out into the lower window, but he crouches down long enough to pass out the menu to give to Seere.



[ATTN: Sylmeria, Nymeria, Xiax, Ryla] #guild_key
--Infinity Edge Guild Hall; Ventya State - UMS; 5:20pm--

Before long, Xiax unfreezes and the object in his hand disappears--he's without the fucking key that she just entrusted him with! "Where's the damn key?!" She asks hastily, panicked.

Gren pops into the room where Sylmeria is says a brief hello and that he's here to get her, grabs her, and then teleports away and returns to the office just as Nymeria is also already walking in. Now that all four of them are there, Ilyana immediately begins to speak again. She didn't have a chance to get a response from Xiax, but that's okay. She'll work it out.

"Okay! Gren! Take Nymeria and Sylmeria out of here. Ta-take them somewhere that you know they'll be safe. We have a war on our hands and Xiax here is staying by my side, no matter what." With this last part, she gazes at him with a look of distrust and it is clear that her view of him has changed since the last time they had spoken.



[ATTN: Nadia]
--S'venton; Nothern UMS, Targon State; 5:20PM-–

Xaroff, who's memory is really messed up at this point, is really unsure of what is gong on. However, as he sees both Nadia and Attica smiling at each other and high-fiving, he can't help but feel satisfied, even without knowing.

Nadia asks if they wish to leave or if they'll stay another night...Xaroff can feel a heat--a need to hurt Nadia. He suddenly realizes his power is activated, so he instantly shuts it off. He's too weak to have it active and honestly, he needs to warn Nadia, but not here.

"I think we should leave." Xaroff says hastily, "I really, really want to get out of this place. Bad. We can make camp off the road when it gets too late to travel, what'dya say?"



[ATTN: Jacobi]
--Lacrima Inn Lobby, UMS; 5:20PM--

"Oh, ho ho!" The other Walsh guy says, "The Jacobi Rovengo, wow! Nice ta meetcha! I'm Thax and this is Fuyu. Why don't you have a drink, tell us some war stories?"

Fuyu smiles and nods his head in greeting and then pushes a chair away from the table so that Jacobi has the space to sit into the chair. Then, he says, "A pleasure, Rovengo. Thanks for the advice--I also had hoped to stay another night, so now we have a good reason to return back late."

[ATTN: Kaimele]
--Terrenia City, Crye Estate; 5:20PM--

An hour passes and the party continues. Many of the guests are quick to ask if the party will last all night, since the storm is over. After all, now that it is safe outside, there is no need to keep the guests overnight. However, Lord Crye already guaranteed a full night's stay and a party that lasts until they are all awake, so he states his intention to keep those plans to the crowd of dancers between songs.

Lady Crye has already made her way up to her father and informed him of Clementina's powers, which has sparked his interest greatly. However, she has been dancing with many of their guests and he pushes away his excitement and intrigue so that she may enjoy the dances and continue to do her job without interruption. After all...the amount she's getting paid for this night is so high, the woman probably won't know what to do with the coins when this is over.

Due to this and more, he allows the dancer to continue her games of dances with various men and ladies across the floor as songs fly by. Of course, she does get a few breaks in, bless her, but so many have asked for her hand to dance that she's probably going crazy. When he decides that she might get overwhelmed, he moves his way across the floor with ease as the others pull away from his large size. Bending down to her to see her levelly, he smiles.

"Lady Clementina, you must be tired. Why don't you have a seat and I'll serve you our finest Sanshen soup with blossom petals. We also have various beverages that you can enjoy." He says.

Escorting her with his big arm, he marvels at the smallness of the small girl as he leads her over to a chair and beckons for some food to be brought. Many of the other guests are also eating, but not all. Some just pick at the food here and there between dances. He smiles at her jovially as he looks about the ballroom with contentment. He knows that he has definitely won his competition, for sure. No doubts at all, despite the loss of the sweet girl hours before.

"I also want to thank you for helping my daughter with her ankle," Lord Crye says more quietly after the food is placed on the table between them, "Perhaps I should add a little to your entertainment payment for your services. Quite a talent that you have there."



[ATTN: Lark]
--Timeless--

Finally, stepping away, Lark's mother returns to the fountain as she looks sadly downwards into its reflective surface. She knows that it is time for him to go. The pulse will wake him, soon. She look back up at him and her eyes say that the time for farewells has come.

"Farewell, my son. I will be watching, ever proudly. When you wake, you will feel the pulse of magic through you, but you needn't worry. It is good magic. You will also see a lady in the air, performing a small miracle. Her name is Ryla and you must stay with her. She will take you to the door." She says.

More tears flow from her eyes and she aches as she misses him before he's even gone. Then, she waves to him and blows him a kiss as the pulse of magic brings him back into reality and away from the spirit realm where his mother watches him.




[ATTN: Ryla, Lark, Ryushi, Chiron, Janos, Char]
--Ferrum Coordinator Guild Hall, UMS; 5:20PM--

The crowds are spreading about, happy to be free and many people begin to pour out of the Ferrum Coordinator Guild Hall, as well. Time is confusing and chaotic and as Ryla speaks about the need for a restroom, Jonah is quick to get her there through the Guild Hall and shows a delightful and handy knowledge in knowing his way about the Guild Hall's premises.

As Ryla takes her leave from the crowd, a task that is not only difficult but loud. So many people tried to follow her, touch her, and bombard her with questions. Diggle has already separated, looking after the body of Sheridan and caring for it with the utmost sadness and care. Jonah saw him crying not too long ago.

The train won't be back in working order for another good time, considering the damage they will have to fix. Luckily, they do have extra train cars, but the engine will still need work before they get it moving again. They really do need to start making more trains...and train tracks. Jonah sighs as his mind rambles on and he finally realizes that the Ferrum Coordinator Guild Master is staring at him. The man clears his throat.

"Oh! Sir Rodimus Penn, a pleasure to meet you!" Jonah says with surprise, "What can a small mage like myself do for the great Guild Master?"

Rodimus looks at him blankly for a moment, clearly in a pissy mood. He's been moving about thanking people and apologizing to others...it's been quite chaotic. Several people still look injured, so perhaps that is what the man is going to ask him for. Jonah can't count the number of times he's been asked to join a Guild due to his ability. Perhaps this is the same situation.

"Where is she?" Rodimus asks bluntly, his hands on his waist.

Jonah blinks, and then realization settles in. "Oh! Ryla! She's in the bathroom, sir. I think she'll be right out. Sorry, Sir. I was uncertain of what you meant for a minute, there."

He looks down at Jonah and the healer feels like the guild master's shadow over him is somehow growing and becoming darker. It's kind of scary. No, really scary. Gulping, he looks up at the Guild Master and forces a smile, "Anything else I can do for you, Sir?"

"No. I'm waiting for her." Rodimus says, but he turns around and yells across the bustling and loud guild hall, "SHUT IT! I want QUIET IN HERE."

The Guild Hall falls silent and the moody man turns back around, huffing to himself and mumbling under his breath. He's clearly irritable, but who can blame him? The stressful situation and the sudden onslaught of such powerful magic is enough to put anyone on edge. Plus, it's Rodimus Penn that's going to have to fill out the paperwork on this mess and report it to the Council. They are not going to be pleased...

"What's her Guild?" Rodimus asks grumpily.

"Ryla? She's uh...Sheherazade, if I'm not mistaken." Jonah replies as Ryla comes out of the bathroom next to him. Jonah smiles at her sheepishly and offers to put his arm around her for comfort. He wouldn't blame her at all for being terrified of this big man like he is. If she is, that is. She's pretty powerful, so maybe she doesn't have to be.

"Rodimus Penn." Rodimus introduces himself, holding out his hand to shake hers, "Quite a gift you have there. I've never heard of anyone in Sheherazade that's both S Rank and has your particular skill or description. Are you registered?"

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After an hour of people herding about and getting people to calm the hell down, Nadleeh finally makes her way to the damn Guild Hall. It's finally clearing out and people are scattering and going about their own way. Many of the people from the train are now looking for an inn or other forms of transportation so that they can get to where they want to go.

However, when Nadleeh makes it to the Guild Hall, many of the guild members are bustling about and cleaning out the cots and blankets that were previously set up for refugees from the storm. They are all just moving about and being rather chaotic--until, that is, a big man yells at them and pretty much tells everyone to shut up. She looks at him and he does, indeed, fit the description of the Guild Master. Great.

She's ready to look around and figure out where she's supposed to be going and what not, but...she lost he guild mates in the crowd. With a groan, she looks about for Ryushi or the others, but so far, she's had no luck. Finally, she accidentally bumps into two guys that are arguing over something. The guy she bumps into turns around just as his guild mate calls him "Janos," so she guesses that this must be his name.

"So sorry," Nadleeh says, "I didn't mean to bump into you like that."

The man he was speaking with scoffs and shakes his head, "Watch where you're going. And no, we do not give a rat's ass about the Viorian scriptures, man. Go back to your church."

With a sigh, Nadleeh hugs her holy book to her chest, "Firstly, I am a woman and secondly, I am here for my Guild to do a joint Guild Quest with Ferrum. Don't assume things and please, don't be so rude."



[ATTN: Rat, Seere]
--UMS Border Territory, Targon State; White Cross Guild Hall; 5:20PM--

Whip is stunned by the wave of magic. She didn't expect something like...that. Sitting up in her bed, she looks out the window to find that the storm is gone. The sudden quiet is rather jarring and, to a degree, spooky. What happened to the storm? What kind of magic could have removed an entire hurricane from the land? Wow.

She ponders on it for a few moments longer and then remembers that she's naked. With a smile, she turns back towards Seere with a sultry pose and playfull asks: "Wanna go again?"

After an hour of "exercises" and breaks between, Whip finally showers and gets dressed, feeling much better. Of course, now that the storm is gone, he probably wouldn't feel the need to remain in the Guild Hall any longer, so the thought makes her a little sad.

With a grumbling tummy, she looks up at Seere and says, "I don't know about you, but I'm famished. Why don't we go find something to eat? I bet I will have a lot of work to do, now that the refugees are free to go. Ugh, cleaning up after refugees is a pain."



[ATTN: Nel, Chi]
--UMS Territory; Council Hall, Council State; 5:20PM--

Once the pulse comes through, the Council members immediately find their way back to the council meeting hall, bickering and chattering for half an hour over the matter of the mysterious pulse. Indeed, several other bounty hunters pop into the meeting unannounced, making their own way into the conversation to provide theories as to how the storm could have mysteriously come to an end, as well as to the source of the pulse of magic.

It isn't long before Thanis brings everyone to silence. He's sick of the confusion and chaos and usually, the Unfortunate 13 are nowhere near this bad, but with the added guests that burst into the meeting and the frantic disbelief...it's just chaos. Thanis doesn't like chaos.

"Okay, okay. All bounty hunters have been given a Quest during the storm. The danger of the outside is over, so you can go about your business." Thanis finally calls out, "The matter of the storm's sudden end and the pulse of magic that caused it will be under investigation and as soon as we have answers, you will have answers. Move along."

Another half an hour passes and, after a few conferences with a few telepathy magi that he has connections with, Thanis returns back to the meeting hall where the other council members are awaiting for him. It would seem that Chi stayed behind, so as to receive news of what he learned, so Nel is also here, waiting to begin her Quest.

Well, Nel is trustworthy enough. He doesn't mind sharing at least this much information that he currently has with a non-council member. For now. He clears his throat as he enters and they all fall respectfully silent as he speaks.

"The only information I was able to gather from my connections is that the pulse was caused by an S Rank Guild Member who stopped the storm to save some refugees that were caught up into the madness of the winds. I don't yet know the identity or the Guild affiliation of this particular Mage, but I do think we should keep our eyes open."

Marcus scowls, "I don't recall any S Ranked magi with that particular kind of power. Guilds must have their members registered! Why haven't we--"

"Marcus." Thanis says coldly, clearly not amused. "I am looking into it. Relax."



[ATTN: Sylmeria, Nymeria, Xiax, Ryla] #guild_key
--Infinity Edge Guild Hall; Ventya State - UMS; 5:20pm--

Xiax is at her open door after the storm has stopped, but Ilyana hasn't noticed him. Instead, she's looking out her window, looking for some way to find the source of the great, white light that had poured into the room. The pulse had knocked her from her feet and she was amazed at how easily it caught her off guard. She didn't even sense it coming. She always senses magic coming her way.

Knocking on the door frame, Xiax asks, "Am I interrupting?"

Ilyana turns back to look at Xiax and shakes her head reassuringly, "Not at all. What can I do for you?"

Xiax looks at her apprehensively, "Ilyana, do you have a moment? I don't want to interrupt if you've got guild business to do."

"Sure. Take a seat," Ilayan replies, "I was just marveling at the miraculous absence of the storm. I didn't even see that one coming, to be honest."

Xiax flinches and stammers a bit and then closes the door behind him before he takes a seat. "It's kind of about that. And what we talked about before."

Turning around more completely, Ilyana leans up into the window that she was just gazing out of, her butt seated into the window's frame and against the day's new light. She crosses her arms, but shows no expressions. She can tell something is off.

"I'm listening," Ilyana says.

Oh, crap. I've pissed her off. Xiax thinks to himself, taking her crossed arms and neutral tone more negatively than he probably should. Ilyana really does look nice with the light from the window hitting her like that. But he probably shouldn't be daydreaming anything about her right now and get to the point. That's probably for the best.

"Do you..." Xiax pauses, contemplating, "...know what happened that made this storm stop? I've kind of got an idea, but you have more experience with magic and stuff."

"I'm baffled," Ilyana says with a shrug, "Can't say that I do. What's your theory?"

"I wouldn't really call it a theory, I mean it's kind of more complicated than that." Xiax replies, "Did Kennot say anythign about how my power works?"

With a raised eyebrow, Ilayana shakes her head, "No, not just yet. He's still analyzing. Why don't you just take a breath and tell me what's on your mind?"

Xiax sighs, "You mentioned...you offered to help me. To help me train my power so I could control it and it kind of touches on that a bit. I don't know that I'm going to be able to continue training with you guys. Has it really only been a day...? God, that's fucked up."

Xiax waits for a second, but when seeing no response from Ilyana, he continues, "I've been offered training by the same people that fixed the storm. It's kind of complicated."

"And who fixed the storm?" Ilyana asks, intrigued.

"Well, it wasn't me." Xiax says, "Is it alright if I take off my shirt?"

Ilyana has decided that this conversation has kind of gone off the deep end. First he knows who's stopped the storm, and now he's somehow spoken to the person who stopped the storm, and now he wants to strip...okay.

"Um, sure." Ilyana says, confused. Did the pulse make him crazy?

Xiax lifts up his shirt and pulls it over his head and reveals the tattoo on his upper chest region on his left side, just over his heart. Ilyana looks at it closely and wonders what if he's going to be joining a new Guild. She's never seen this Guild tattoo before.

Xiax says, "They--it, I guess it's it--calls itself the Ninth. And it's the one that stopped the storm. And when it did, it made contact with me. I'm still not really sure how that all came about, Ilyana, but that's pretty much the gist of it."

Ilyana frowns, "So it's a new Guild that's forming and they contacted you to join them? Strange, how did they offer you to join the guild so suddenly, in my Guild Hall? And who added the tattoo? None of this is making any sense."

Xiax goes to speak and his mouth moves silently as he struggles to find the words necessary to answer as he waves his finger kind of pointlessly for a minute. "I don't think it's a Guild...but, is it a Guild tattoo? I'm kind of confused. They are supposed to hurt, right?"

He pokes the tattoo on his chest and Ilyana facepalms. She's so confused. He really did get off the crazy train--maybe the pulse of light knocked him on his ass and messed with his head. It could just have easily been a dream and well...maybe he's had this tattoo for a while and just doesn't remember that.

"Uh, no." Ilyana says, "Guild Tattoos don't hurt. They're magical."

Xiax looks kind of pale for a minute, "I wonder if that's why I started blacking out or if it was all the light, or...I'm not really sure if it's a Guild tattoo, Ilyana. But that's not the--no--well, it's kind of...at first, I thought it was this demon, but it's not...it's kind of like.........well, fuck, there just isn't a way for me to explain that. Without seeing it, I don't think I can explain it. Why do I keep seeing that mental image of that man in his bathrobe?! Why cant he just put some pants on?!"

Ilyana laughs, finally deciding that this is, in fact, just a dream that he had. She'll just...let it go. This isn't something he can really think clearly about and with the rush of the pulse of magic and the sudden glee from everyone over the storm's end, there's just too much chaos going on right now to add onto it.

"Okay, well...I'll at least train you while I can," Ilyana says, humoring him, "That's really all I can do. When the uh...Ninth people or persons decide that they want to train you, then they can step in, if that's what you wish. For now, you're still my responsibility."

"Well, I'm kind of okay with training today, I've had too much of that. It's kind of confusing, but this Ninth can kind of warp time and predict the future and if I stick around too long, it kind of sounds like if I stick around too long, bad stuff will happen or I might die from training."

Ilyana pauses, "I see." It would seem he just really wants to leave. Is he afraid that they won't let him leave without some fantastic reason of cosmic power or destiny? Maybe all just a story, a tall story to escape. Poor homeless man has been homeless for far too long.

"No, no, Ilyana, don't take it like that." Xiax says, "It's not like I'm just afraid or that I'm trying to make up an excuse or anything--it--it really happened. I mean, I was seriously thinking that hanging around for a while would be nice with the whole Guildy thing going on, but now that you're telling me that this might be a Guild tattoo, I can't have two of those, right? I mean, I want to make sure that this isn't a Guild tattoo, but that sneaky dude might totally have just screwed me over."

"The bath towel man?" Ilyana asks, disbelieving.

"It wasn't really a bath towel! It's like a weird skirt....half dress--the lower half of a dress! And he had these weird, glowing tattoos all over his body and he spoke with multiple voices!"

Ilyana blinks. After a pause, she says, "Well, that's not an established Guild tattoo. Whoever gave it to you can't consider it a legal Guild tattoo until they've registered their Guild legally and have met the Guild requirements. So you're good to join another Guild--at least for the time that it takes to get a Guild started. For your information."

Before Xiax can reply, a loud pop can be heard and Ilyana stands up straight, pulling away from the window as she realizes that the light from the window is no longer white. Instead, the light has become colored and tinted in the hue of a deep and dim yellow. Looking out through the glass, she sees a large barrier over the Guild Hall training field...it seems to be going completely around the whole building.

Following the barrier down to the ground, she finds dozens of dark figures standing at its base on the inside, forming along its circular base with still, statue-like, and ominous foreboding. One of the dark figures, which is upon a horse (unlike the others) holds up a flag with the Dark Ascension flag held up high above its head. It also has a circle of glowing runes circling it's body with a wide birth, glowing a deep shade of green and purple and moving slowly about the flagbearer as if orbiting him.

"Oh, shit." Ilyana hisses. "Shit!"

"What?" Xiax gets up from his chair and comes towards the window, peeking out. Holding his hand out feebly, he looks up and says, "I fucking hate you right now! Can only give me like...five minutes!"

Ilyana doesn't even get to say anything else as several of the GUild members burst into the room through the doorway with looks of panic. They know that the Guild is here, but not why. She can hear the sudden rise in noise and chaos out in the main hall and she dreads what's about to happen. However....first thing's first.

"Guild Master! The--" One of the guys that came in begins.

"No. Quiet." Ilyana says sternly, "And listen to me. Blake, you get everyone together in the Guild Hall. Now. No exceptions, you get everyone in there as soon as you can and as quickly as you can. Keep people calm and keep people quiet."

One nods his head and leaves, but he's quickly replaced by another Guild Member and Ilyana looks at her with the same level of sternness, "Get the top Magi and put them at the entrances to guard. I want as little movement and sound as possible to be visible from outside."

She quickly leaves and she finally turns to the guy who had tried to speak from before. "Get Gren. Have him bring Symeria and Nymeria to my office--he'll have to teleport into therapy to get Symeria....that room's closed off during sessions."

With that, the last guy leaves and Ilyana rushes to the door and closes it with a swift slam and she then comes forward, close to Xiax and looks more afraid and serious than she ever has in a very long time. She clutches at her neck, sticking her hand down her shirt and pulling out a massive key on a chain that was hidden underneath it.

At the end of a chain is a long, metallic key that is about six inches in length and made of a dark, almost black metal that most would never have seen before. She pulls it off of her neck as she is speaking to Xiax frantically, all the while her mind is rushing with wild thoughts in her head and scolding herself at how idiotic it is to give this to someone like Xiax--he's freaking insane.

"Take this right now, Xiax. I need you to take it and hide it. Keep it safe and guard it with your life." Ilyana says with fear, "Gren's going to take you three out of here, okay? You're going to be okay, but you can't tell anyone about this damn key."

"Um, okay...." Xiax takes the key, while also being careful not to touch Ilyana. As he makes contact with the key, he freezes up, his eyes losing focus as if he is looking out into another world. For a moment, Ilyana thinks that he is about to have a seizure, but it only lasts for a moment before he seems to be back to normal.

"I know you're in a hurry right now, but...why do you have a key to pandora's box?" Xiax asks her.

"If I keep it safe, no one can use the damn key." Ilyana says, as if it were obvious, "Now, it's your job. We can't let Dark Ascension get their hands on it!"

Ilyana is confused, wondering how he knows of this stuff--but there's no time. How does he know the key is important? How does he know it has a dark purpose? She wishes she had the time to really talk this out with the nutter. "How do you know...what do you know?"

Xiax is almost dumbfounded for a moment. As he had touched the key, the symbol on his chest warmed up slightly and he knew, within an instant, just what this key was. And as he did, he also knew something else: Ryla is currently holding a key, too. Through the connection of the keys, the two magi, Xiax and Ryla, see through each other's eyes, pulled into the void for an almost endless moment as they comprehend the gravity of what they have both been given.



[ATTN: Nadia]
--S'venton; Nothern UMS, Targon State; 5:20PM-–

Suddenly, a pulse of light washes into the shelter and a brilliant, white light flashes through the windows. Everyone standing is knocked to their feet and many of the crowd of people are knocked into each other from the chaos. Without a second though, Amelia is quick to move over to Xaroff and lies over him protectively.

The pulse was...crazy strong! What was that? Sache looks confused as he looks over at his guild mates with confusion and intrigue. Theories buzz through his head and it isn't until Attica points it out that he realizes that the storm has come to an end.

"Hey, what happened to the storm?" Attica asks.

Opening up the door, Sache looks out to see that it isn't an illusion. The storm is, in fact, over. Complete calm has washed over the lands and, although everything is still damp and damaged, the storm didn't last long enough to completely abolish the entire town. A few buildings still remain, just barely. He smiles.

Xaroff stands up, pulling Attica with him. It would seem that the force of the wave of magic also woke him from his unconscious state. He looks about confused, but Attica takes his hand, so he simply looks down at her and smiles as she tells him that the storm is over. He nods his head happily and the townsfolk all begin to pour out as they chatter from the confusion.

Once the Guild members are left alone in the shelter with just the Mayor and the Sheriff, the Sheriff holds out his hand and takes the crazy man by the arm after the teleporter lets him stand. The Mayor tells him to take him to the jailhouse--or as close to one as they can get to a jailhouse. The Sheriff then leaves, followed by the teleporter and that leaves just the Quinsenterra crew and the town mayor.

With a quiet thank you, the Mayor leaves, still shaken up by everything. He's not his usual self. He asks them to help with the cleanup of the town, and so Xaroff happily accepts to help without a hesitation or a look of reluctance. He seems so cheerful and Attica asks him if he's okay. He looks at her confused for a moment, and then shrugs.

"Don't remember what happened, so...why wouldn't I be okay? I feel okay." Xaroff asks.

Attica simply says a short "never mind" before moving off to begin helping with the clean up. It takes them about an hour to work their way around the place and getting the last two remaining buildings back into living shape--or at least, as close to living shape as can be.

The Mayor clears them for the job, handing off a payment to each of them, as well as a paper stamped with his town's seal that shows that the Quest has been officially completed. It also marks high satisfaction with their work, which Attica honestly didn't expect, considering the chaos of what had just happened before.

Attica looks up at Nadia with happiness, rocking from side to side with her hands behind her back sweetly as she asks, "Mission accomplished?"



[ATTN: Jacobi]
--Lacrima Inn Lobby, UMS; 5:20PM--

The tall man with navy blue hair and steel grey eyes is staring at Jacobi as he walks into the Inn. he's about 5'8 and lean with the shorter hair length revealing the obvious Walsh guild tattoo on the side of his neck. He is rather nonchalant as he notices the man that enters, recognizing him for who he is immediately.

With an expression of disinterest, his eyes leave Jacobi and instead move back to his drink on the table, pulling up an ale mug and taking a big swig. Another guy with a Walsh tattoo on his face sits down at the table after coming down the stairs where the rooms are.

The Inn owner walks up to Jacobi and smiles her greeting, "Hello! Welcome to the Lacrima Inn and Tavern! Will you be dining, staying the night, or both?"

The man with the Walsh tattoo on the right side of his face looks at Jacobi with interest, but then looks over at his dark haired guild mate as he speaks rather loudly and impatiently after taking a swig of his own drink. "Fuyu, the storm's over. When are we gonna get going?"

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[ATTN: Lark, Noire, Rage]
--Northern UMS Territory; Gorrin State--

[ATTN: Jacobi] #Guild_Key
--Valoria Guild Hall; Chanda Lake--

[ATTN: Nymeria, Sylmeria]
--Blazing Swords Guild Hall; After Sunset--