Temperance II :: Lit|Future|Yuri|Het

[Jehui]

Jelena Taurus

After nearly killing Karelineo, and quickly deciding she really wished she had done so, the spell caster soon found the "rabid hound" of the Council lording just that -- her council status, over the teacher to coerce her into not hiding from everyone. Not that Jelena pegged Karel as being the caring type. She was more than sure that the woman had done it purely to antagonize her: for whatever reason the woman had a particular brand of distaste for her.

Ever the one to break tradition, once the formalities were over, Jelena had actually ended up changing. Mainly because she hated wearing her old military uniform from her Guardian days. She sometimes felt she could still see blood on it even though the white collar was so bright it put the sun to shame. In truth, she had every intention of returning to the stupid ceremony at some point, just to quell the general disease about her lately. She was just in no rush.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked. Karelineo had threatened to hunt her down in about fifteen minutes if she didn't show, but Jelena wasn't going to entice her. No, instead, she had made a beeline for where she knew Zaira was, and entered the room without announcing her arrival. She didn't really feel like it.

"If I'm being dragged out there, you're coming. I hope you know that." She arched a brow at Wendy, then turned to Zaira, then to the girl, then to the seer again, confusion drawing on her face as she rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"Zaira, honey, seriously," her eyes fluttered close with mild irritation, but when she opened them again, she had managed a small smile, "stop working."

Relena Saint Mantis

Relena had spotted the redhead and gave her a small smile. She wasn't sure how Camilla took the whole last minute note thing, and Ray wasn't exactly the best with sentimentalizations on written paper.

'Went to Grandma Nadine's house in the mountains. Don't know how long. Will miss you. Ray.' Those were the exact words Raleigh had written, and because she was fussy that day, Rel didn't even try to argue with her.

"Miss Everette, how good it is to see you, I do believe Ray-Lynn might still be--" Ray had sat up the moment her name was called and Relena flushed lightly. She definitely had not been sleeping. Not nice of her at all.

"Shall, I...give you two a moment?" Relena had the decency to blush about the sheets comment. That, however, went beyond the sleepy-eyed Ray.


Raleigh Lynnette Der Malian

Camilla's hug was accepted with relatively little incident, though she did stiffen uncomfortably at the contact. Sighing against the red head, Ray gave a small quirk of her lips as she stood up, her hand slipping into the others.

"Missed you too." She replied in turn, though frowned at the mention of their trip. "I don't think you would have liked it... there's no," she gestured around vaguely, looking for the word, "none of this...no, lights, no music except when mom played the old piano... no...technology, plus," she looked into the air absently, "It was three fifteen in the morning when we left. It was really dark."

Blinking slowly, she sighed. "I'm sorry for making you lonely...but mom said we needed a bit of a break from everything." Brushing her hair from her face -- her hair, which had moods of its own, like today, where it decided to be more wavy than straight, she managed another smile at her redheaded pair, then asked quite honestly: "Why do I need new sheets? Did the old ones get dirty?"


Malwyn Carmineo

She seemed so unsure and afraid in this realm, and Malwyn couldn't help but watch. Deciding to break her own rule, she took a sip of wine as her dark eyes traveled wherever Emilie went. She was so delicate, like a fragile flower.

Or maybe the wine already went to her head. Terresha use to tell her that she got stupidly poetic when she was drunk. That made her smile, before she remembered everything that just happened, and settled back into her current bout of melancholy.

Tired of watching the fragile little flower, Malwyn at last decided to go to the girl, catching her by the elbow and speaking to her in a low voice.

"You look a little lost, sweetie. Is everything alright?"

Karelineo Kuscherii

War was such an irrelevant thing to her.

She killed people. People tried to kill her. She killed them for trying to kill her. So irrelevant, so base. The only thing it was good for was the entertainment, that sadly had now passed. Roaming the party after harassing a certain spell caster in her office, Karelineo watched everyone all too closely.

She was deciding which pot she was going to stir, just for kicks.

Rel was a good target. Her familial troubles did lead to her disappearing for a bit with her adopted child. Karel supposed it would be a good laugh to make Saint Mantis feel like a failure. Oh, but it was rare to have everyone gathered like this.

Surely there were more interesting people to harass other than just her.

[Coleyoly]

Dallas Van Laar

Any other day she would have gone running to Brieanne, and it is this realization that makes her angry with herself. If she could help it, her roommate would never have to meet the man who placed his hand so possessively on her shoulder, guiding her from the room. People wandered around the two of them as though completely oblivious to their presence: both Dallas and Allen had a very average and unnoticeable way about them. It was hardly surprising that no one stopped them on their way from the room.

Anyone who did spot Dallas and knew her might notice how her face became more pale with each step, bringing her closer to resembling the living dead.

Something she wished she was, under her father's hand.

The two of them slipped away, fading into an empty hallway where they went somewhere. Possibly Tyrone's trailer, but it didn't really matter. Only a seer or Brie might give her a second thought.


Freya Ahlberg

From around the corner of the door, far below the size of an adult, a childish eye peeked passed the crack. They were dark and large, onyx coins dropped in a shallow pool of milk. A petite hand balanced between white and dark skin curled around the door, and she stared sweetly at the women outside the auditorium. As she scooted further around the corner, her long, curly black hair spilled over her shoulders.

Far too cute.

Above her was her sister, a girl with similar features but lighter eyes; a beige color that seemed exotic somehow. Her head of hair was cropped short with loose, very dark auburn curls. She was tall for her age, and had a boyish quality to her that made her seem awkward in dresses and frilly things. Entirely the reason as to why she was dressed smartly in slacks and a dress shirt. Her smile was extremely shy, and in an extremely Torrin-like habbit, her ears were burning.

Also extremely cute.

Freya stood above them both, creating a totem-like effect in the doorway. Keeping her crystal eyes focused on her two lovers, Freya let her body cross the threshold, the two sprightly daughters following after her. Standing between the three women, they smiled up at the other two and standing there expectantly. Jelena really wasn't herself lately, which made them a little hesitant to run up and leap into hugs with her like they did with Freya. Then again, Freya was with them from the beginning. After two weeks she was really, slowly, becoming a mommy figure that they ran to. For Zaira, she was working all the time, and although they adored her (Leanne found an amazing pillow on mama-Zaira's boob) they were still unsure.

The patiently awaited their coddling.

Freya laughed at them, stepping down to give Jelena a kiss on the lips, and then fuss with Zaira's nose a little.

"If you won't come to us, we'll come to you. Right, honies?"


Kamiko Hamasaki

She really loved her onee-chan. The girl always knew exactly what to say to make her feel better, a skill Kamiko shyly accepted and reciprocated with quiet adoration. Finding the urge too much to resist, the petite teen bent to catch Shannon's cheek in a very soft kiss. They hadn't seen each other in a few days, and she just felt like... Well, she missed her partner.

"Eewww!! They're kissing!" A childish voice cried.

"Kissing is yucky!"

Kamiko immediately flushed and straightened, her eyes wide with surprise. Standing nearby were two miniature Kamiko's, with the same eyes and the same face. There was a taller one with her hair in braids, and the other sported a ponytail and a teddy-bear.

"A-Aoi! Chiyo!" Kamiko fussed. "That was very impolite!"

"So is kissing! Ew!"

"Oi, that's enough you two." And this, a woman who had to be their mother, approached the pair with a hand placed upon her cheek in quiet dismay. "Gomen, sometimes these two forget their manners," She smiled apologetically to Shannon. Her face appeared a little tired, and a little aged, but she was still a very beautiful woman, especially with how she fit in the very pretty violet kimono. "You must be Shannon, it's so nice to meet you."


Torrin Berne

She had to detangle herself from her family, the rowdy boys trying to mess up her uniform that she so painstakingly cleaned. Managing to dash away from them, Torrin literally plopped herself down in the audience, between two potentials. They were both kind of short compared to her, so Torrin had to squish herself down a bit to avoid being found.

"Stupid dumbasses," She growled, removing her hat and pouting.

On her left was a very delicate first year. On her right, a slightly familiar redhead with an upset expression on her face.


Iliya Zlatkov

[Aidenzyx]

Shannon Hallard

Oh my! It was like seeing three versions of Kamiko at different ages! Cuddle! Hug! Cuteness! It was amazing the two younger girls looked like their older sister. It must be nice to have siblings but then she might not be able to stand this much ruckus at home. At least her Kamiko seemed rather tamed compared to her little sisters.

“It’s alright Mrs. Hamasaki. They’re just as rowdy as the majority of our first years.” Wow… So this was Kamiko’s mother… Wow… Shannon suddenly had this mental image of Kamiko in a kimono… She suddenly felt like she’s going to explode. Thankfully, she didn’t. It would have been highly embarrassing to find suddenly start drooling in the presence of Kamiko’s mother. Not a very good impression. “It’s very nice to meet you too.” Shannon attempted to bow stopped short because her back was screaming for her to stop. Okay, a small nod then. She can settle for that.

“And you two as well.” She turned, looking at Kamiko’s younger siblings and offering them a smile. The kissing is yucky comment that these two youngsters seem to agree on did not bother her one bit. They’re still at that age where kisses are seen as yucky and they would never hug or show affection to anyone else other than family. “So, who wants to hear about how big sister over there fired missiles at a tank?” Perhaps it would be best if she got the little ones on her side. Still, she looked at the mother of three silently asking if it was alright to share such things.

[Jehui]

Jelena Taurus

"Freya." She murmured the word as if it was the be all and end all to all things at the moment. Looking to her blond lover, she managed to stifle a sigh with a slight smile, as her gaze traveled upon the kids, to whom, she did sweep up into hugs, kissing each on the forehead. It was a rare display from her, as lately she had been keeping her own company, with nothing but her thoughts to keep her occupied.

Pausing to accept Freya's kiss and return it, the spell caster gave a slight shrug to her lover.

"The party just... doesn't seem to be my cup of tea." Which was very odd, she silently noted. Jelena was usually quite the social butterfly. Then again, she couldn't stand to dwell too much on what they were celebrating.

Kneeling down so that she was on level with Chloe and Leanne, she pulled the girls against her into another tight hug.

"So, I must say, I am more than happy to see my favourite little girls have come to see Zaira and I." Now those were words she never thought she would say. A slight laugh escaped her lips as she actually thought about the irony in all of this. Now that she thought about it, the youngest of these girls -- hers and Zaira's and Freya's girls... if her sons had lived, they would be about Leanne's age...

She really needed to stop thinking about things like that.

"If it wasn't for the pleasant interruption, I'm sure I would have gone to read or something else incredibly boring." She spoke lightly, her tone giving nothing away in regards to her thoughts. Standing to her full height, she retreated from the children slightly, to lean against Zaira's desk.

She did not know how, but the most random thought popped into her head. The last playful little tease she had done to Zaira lately, regarding this very desk. Literally, she had laid on the desk, fully aware Zaira was watching, actually, it ended up getting to the point where the summoner was all but molesting her. It was still quite the entertaining thought and Jelena, actually burst out laughing as she remembered.

It took her a while to realize no one else had gotten her joke and her laughter quelled as she let her hand caress the wood behind her. Her cheeks were flushed as she stared at her feet.

"I just had a...very funny memory come to mind..." that was all she was offering in explanation. There were young ears after all.

((Yes, she is referring to the other thread. lol))

Relena Saint Mantis



Raleigh Lynnette Der Malian



Malwyn Carmineo

Karelineo Kuscherii

[Miavonni]

Brieanna Carlyss

Brie blinked confusedly as the stranger stumbled into her. She smiled kindly at the woman, who she then realized was blind from the blank look in her eyes. Then she caught sight of Dallas being escorted out by her father an older man. Something clicked in her mind then as to why Dallas was so bruised and acted the way she did - and the girl's expression certainly backed that up. "I-I'm sorry miss, I've got to go. I'll catch up to you later, I'm sorry."

Roll!
9 - Brieanna's Sneaky

Then the white haired girl slunk out of the room behind Dallas and the older man, a man who she assumed was her partner's father. She would follow them, and she would either meet the man, or beat the living hell out of him - she was planning on observing unseen for as long as she could in order to see what kind of interactions they normall had - and she was indeed good at sneaking around, so hopefully she'd remain unseen by either of the two for a good while.

Terresha Sikanda

Terry was a little drunk. She wasn't quite to the point of slurring (heavily) or stumbling yet, but she was somewhat drunk. She wasn't exactly a happy drunk, nor was she a particularly sad drunk, but the drink itself seemed to amplify whatever emotions she was currently feeling.

She was sulking right now.

She knew she was supposed to be happy, she knew that the victory over Glaston should have made her happy, that she should be happy that there were so few civilian casualties on both sides, but the status of her relationship with Malwyn kept her mood in the dumpster. And so she sat alone at one of the tables near a corner and drank her whiskey.

[Jehui]

Jelena Taurus


Relena Saint Mantis



Raleigh Lynnette Der Malian



Malwyn Carmineo

Karelineo Kuscherii

Now this...

was an opportunity she could not resist.

Stalking up to her new found prey, Karelineo eyed the depressed Terresha before she slid in behind her, arms to each side of her so that she wasn't going to run off anywhere. Leaning, the blood hound's lean body brushed against the back of the other blond and she teasingly blew against Terry's ear.

"What's wrong love?" She asked in a creepily endearing tone, one hand absent mindfully brushing against Terresha's thigh. If she had read into this correctly, then hopefully a certain dark haired woman would turn around and spot them. Oh, it'd be so fun for them to have a lover's quarrel in the mists of it all.

"Don't tell me there's trouble in your beloved Paradise now, honey."

[Whispering to Roses]

Emilie Leanna Hoft

Emilie jumped at feeling a woman's hand on her arm. her eyes trailed up to the elder girl's face and she managed a weak smile. Somewhere inside her head, she could hear her mother speaking: Don't touch the little angel, please. She might break. But Emilie was going to be in a new facility and amongst people who didn't know her. What was that saying?

A fish out of water.

The girl was pretty with black hair and dark, dark eyes that seemed to know so much, much more than a little girl form the city with six sisters. "You look a little lost." Was it that obvious? From the wide eyes to the way her fingers twisted--don't do that, you might break a knuckle--she was utterly and completely lost.

"Yes, I am lost. I was sent here and... I am not quite sure what I have to do," she responded softly, her eyes lowering to the woman's shoes--always give other respect, dear, and lower your eyes. She took a deep shuddering breath and gently nodded her head, just to prove her point--careful, dear, you don't want to show off that obscene scar that you have.

[Tempus_Glacia]

-Vesper Diboriem-

Vesper could now only stand there, blinking repeatedly. What the heck had just happened? An odd tone, which usually meant a shift in emotion- and it was concern, possibly even bordering panic. This caused the usually chipper girl to frown thoughtfully. Her body twisted, giving her the appearance that she was looking for someone. Really, she was listening. She knew the voices of the Professors, and was straining to hear them over the crowd, but to no avail. There was just too much going on and too many bodies to identify.

With a sigh, she pressed her hand back against the wall and started walking again, her free hand once more extended out in front of her. Not being able to locate friends was beginning to ware on her a bit. So many people and no voices she could pull out of the crowd in recognition. Where was someone to cling to and cuddle up against when you needed them?

-Satomi Luren-

Out of all the people to run into, it just had to be one of them, didn't it? One of the heroes. Yet, it could have been much, much worse. At least Satomi knew this one and that helped ease the irritation- if only a little. Still, she couldn't help herself. The redhead shifted around in her chair so that her body was turned to face Torrin. Her brow creased as her eyes zeroed in on the medal the other girl was wearing. Without much thought behind the idea, she reached out and flicked the award with her finger, frowning even more at the noise it made when she did so.

"Hmph." she snorted, then shifted back around so that she was facing forward again. Going to her room was sounding better and better right now.

[Jehui]

Jelena Taurus


Relena Saint Mantis



Raleigh Lynnette Der Malian



Malwyn Carmineo

"So you are... a new student..." Malwyn replied slowly. The girl seemed to quiver under her touch, and Mal couldn't help but feel with her. There was a time she use to feel so afraid. But the object of her fear wasn't everything, it was someone. Well, someones. Her parents. Until she realised she had much more power than she thought.

"Nothing yet. If anything..." she didn't know the girl's name and paused, realizing she felt a little odd, "if anything, you should find your dorm and set up. Tomorrow begins classes."

She sighed, brushing her dark hair from her pale face and smiled down at the girl. With careful fingers, she guided the child's sight back to her own dark eyes by tilting her head by the chin.

"I am a Guardian here. My name is Malwyn Carmineo." She murmured softly, then spotted Terry, and Karelineo (what the ********?), and promptly turned her gaze back to Emilie. She was sure when she tackled that situation, the bloodhound will be coated with the pretty colour of the substance that was her calling card.

"My pair, my lo-lover," did she still have a right to call Terresha that? Did Terry even want that status? These were things to contemplate in the near future. "My lover and partner is around somewhere. She's someone... you can trust. Her and I both. If you need anything..." she still didn't have the girl's name, "don't hesitate to ask us."

Karelineo Kuscherii

[Whispering to Roses]

Emilie Leanna Hoft

Trust; she could snort--don't do that, Emilie, it's not very lady-like and you can get a bloody nose. She glanced over at the girl's lover and bit her lip softly, the movement not even making in indent in the soft puff.

"Guardian Carmineo, a pleasure to meet you," she replied softly, the lady's hand keeping her from bowing. "My name is Emilie Hoft, and I'm not entirely sure where I should go for the dorms. When I walked in, they escorted me here for the ceremony." Don't be afraid to ask questions, darling, after all, this is a prestigious school for only the gifted.

"I'm afraid that I really don't know anything about this place at all." She blushed--you look like a spoiled turnip when you do that--then took a deep breath to calm herself down. Her gray-blue eyes found the Guardian's lover again, she seemed preoccupied with another beautiful woman--don't stare, it is very rude. With that thought in mind, she pulled her gaze from the woman and returned to staring at Malwyn who was equally beautiful, if not more so.

[Grey_Kitsune]

☯ Camilla Everette ☯

"With you there, I wouldn’t need anything else. We’d keep each other warm in the dark, and listening to you speak is music enough," Camilla romanticized, nuzzling Ray’s neck lightly, "Y..Yeah. I got lonely, and your bed still smelled like you and...Oh, it's too embarrassing to say what I did."

A flush came across the busty girl's face, her hold on Raleigh tightening for a few moments. Calming herself down, the taller of the two heard her stomach roaring once again, "Ah...I'm hungry. Come on, let's go eat. If we wait around here any longer, Ma-"

"There she is!" Sylvia exclaimed, she and her little violet haired wife locking on to the pair, Camilla groaning. There was no escaping them now, the former guardians already approaching with a camera and flash panel. A few flashes and women blushed over the pair's appearance, "Our little darling,"

"She's growing up nicely." Emily completed, removing herself from her lover's side and giving both Camilla and Raleigh each a hug, "I'm so glad that you two made it to each other again. We're so proud of each of you."

"Thanks," Camilla sighed after the hug, looking to her pair, "I'm glad, too."

☆ Zaira Taliba ☆

Wendy hopped up at the sound of the door opening, the brunette calming down when she saw who it was. She went back to silently studying, not going to bother the women. If she did, the punishment was either twenty pushups, sit ups, or ten seconds of Zaira peering into her mind for any embarrassing details of her past.

"I don't want to gooo," Zaira booed, peeking out the corner of her eye, who didn't seem to buy any of her excuses. With a sigh, she opened her eyes and put her chair up. Wendy peeked up from her book at the IV drip, making sure the line didn't get obstructed. Placing her book on the side, she held up a hanger with the master seer's plain clothes. "You, too? Fine, but you're not going to stay either."

"Aww. I’m sure that I can handle this assignment." Wendy pouted, Zaira looking to her arm and pulling out the needle. The assistant sighed, knowing she wasn’t going to get her way. Putting a temporary gauze and tape on Zaira’s arm, the young guardian gave up. "Okay. I’ll get ready."

"Splendid." Zaira grinned as she stood up slowly, rubbing her sore bottom, looking over her shoulder, “Is it getting bigger? I’ve been doing exercises, but it only manages to form a curve. Maybe I should get a reduction.”

"No!" Wendy blurted. Quickly, her face started to burn brightly, Zaira hugging her tightly, "I mean it would mean you’d have trouble sitting."

"Jelena, this girl has been checking my a** out! It’s not proper you to check out someone who isn’t your lover. What a naughty girl!" Zaira giggled as her assistant started to melt in her arms. Releasing the poor assistant, the dark skinned professor unfolded her spectacles and put them on, "Enough joking for now. Help me get this uniform off. I’m afraid I’ll burst the buttons off it I make any sudden movements. That fluid always makes me bloat up… I hope we don’t have to get a picture. It’ll be too expensive to get all my a** in the frame."

"What happened to no joking? Ah! I’m sorry! Don’t look into my mind!" Wendy cried as the doors opened, Zaira grinning to the three new guests.

"My angels!" The woman cried happily, scooping up the sisters and and twirling them around. The tissues in her nose concerned them, but Zaira just toled them it was a booboo. Wendy trying her best to look like a big sister, straightening her clothes out and fixing the the area while the family started to say their hellos and such. When Freya plucked the pair of plugs from the woman's nose, she wiggled it, "That's better. I'm glad you all came to see me. I guess I have no choice. I'll just have to take off early today." The children put on grins, Leanne's cheeks still puffy enough that Zaira just wanted to bite them.Planting a kiss on each girl, she set them down and let them do what they wanted. There wasn't really anything they could that was dangerous, unless the managed to summon a creature using one of the spell circles on the ground.Highly unlikely. "All this extra security is killing me. I wish there were more seers, but they all somehow got their vacation vouchers in before me. Me!"

"Oh Jelena, you silly woman. Thinking about such things. I wish I were weaker then. It would have been loads of fun," Zaira looked to the children and came up with a quick answer, attacking Chloe with wiggly fingers that patted the boyish girl's stitches, bringing her into a fit of giggles,"Tickle wrestling! Rawr!"

[Coleyoly]

Dallas Van Laar

Her father was guiding her out of the building and towards the amphitheater, behind a seashell-like backdrop and to her brother's trailer. Dallas regarded this with bile rising in her throat, knowing that all the construction on the stage was finished, and everyone was at the party for the ceremony... In a moment of rising panic she almost backpedaled, but her father suddenly used his natural force into her shoulder.

Bruises.

Maybe Dallas would get lucky today, and Tyrone and Allen would just beat her for her stupidity. The door to the trailer opened, her brother (astoundingly handsome for a redheaded man) standing in the doorway with a broad, happy grin on his face. No words were spoken, just a grand gesture into his home.

The door was shut, the curtains drawn, full privacy assured.

Freya Ahlberg

The sisters were often quiet (understandably, they were orphans for a reason), but could never resist the delighted giggles that came with being scooped up and spoiled with affection by their mothers. Quite honestly they weren't used to being showered with it so often, so when these adults had gained their trust and began holding them, kissing them, and snuggling with them... Well, to them it was the greatest thing ever! Leanne, actually being a little braver than her sister, always returned the kisses in the childish, puffy-cheeked way.

Chloe just blushed around the ears and hugged back nice and tight.

Once they were set down they hurried to hug Wendy, beginning to be endeared by the sweet blond who was always around. The girl acted just like an older sister, and although Chloe was used to that position, it was nice to have someone to look up to, too!

"You could always apply for maternity leave," Freya joked. "Or we can hack into the database..." The wheels in her head were turning and not in the best way. It was a good thing the children didn't know what she was talking about, because she would be setting a bad example!

... Besides, she had every intention to teach them how to do it, later.

"Mm, we'll excuse ourselves from the party for a bit, then. We're are the heroes, after all," Freya sat down on the desk beside Jelena, just getting out of the way before Zaira tickle-attacked their soon-to-be middle child. Chloe was taken by total surprise, her eyes going comically wide before a delighted peel of laughter left her and she tipped to the ground. The giggles continued, as Chloe attempted to grab the hands in a futile effort. "Let us have our wonderful memories involving desks..." She grinned.

Leanne jumped in, grabbing hold of Zaira's arm and clinging on.

Really, much too cute!

"Kaynen's papers go through this week," She stated casually. "She's old enough to be an independent, but her psychological evaluation states that she'll need a guardian... And she intends to stay at the school." Freya's voice was spoken in such a hinting manner...


Kamiko Hamasaki

Twin cheeks puffed up with interest, the eyes widening expressively to peer up at Shannon, looking hopeful and adorable. Kamiko blushed and adjusted her glasses in a nervous and bashful gesture, stepping forward to disappear in the swath of her mother's embrace. Kimiko brushed her hand over her sweet daughter's hair, gazing down at her with an kind mellowness that was common for a mother to bestow upon their child.

It was sweet.

"I think I'd like to hear that story, myself." Kimiko murmured. When she found out that her child had run off to fight against the Glastonian army, she nearly fainted. Kamiko was petite and dear, and to think of her out and battling the enemy... Ms. Hamasaki kissed her daughter's forehead. There was so much pride, but there was worry as well. Although, it seemed like Kamiko was handling herself very well.

And her partner seemed to adore her daughter. "Kamiko's stories were nice, but were garnished by how amazing you are," Kimiko smiled teasingly. "We lost track quite often."

"M-moooo-ooooom!" Kamiko flustered.


Torrin Berne

"Well, I see someone isn't very happy today." Torrin monotoned. The girl was a year below her, and a bit of a spitfire. Understandably, she was extremely upset about not being given the medal today but the facts remained that the girl didn't finish what she started. The council wasn't going to acknowledge a pair that had killed Glastonian soldiers, but they didn't take out any of the captains, or the machine.

"You'll get your own after we graduate."


Iliya Zlatkov

[Tempus_Glacia]

-Satomi Luren-

Satomi merely glowered in response. Her arms folded tightly over her chest and her legs crossed themselves at the ankles. It was bull, completely and totally. Her partner had been shot, and Tomi herself was completely crap at casting any sort of healing spell. What was she supposed to do? Leave her there and go on without her? Limiting her own efforts and what she could and couldn't do? Not to mention, leave Gayle completely vulnerable and bleeding all over the place?

No. She had to get her out and get her back to be healed. Gayle had been lucky as it was to not have been hit somewhere more serious. But did anyone understand that? Oh no, not with the heroes running around like they were. It would never be acceptable because they retreated, and that was the only reason.

Excuse the hell out of them.

"Yeah right." she muttered in response to Torrin, kicking the empty chair in front of her before re-crossing her ankles.

-Alestia Languin-

The ceremony had gone smoothly and without any problems. The girls- and Jonas?- got their rewards, their praise, and all was well. It even brought a smile to Alestia's face. Briefly. So why wasn't she getting a medal? Well, not that she honestly cared all that much, but all she did was kick serious soldier butt. Not to mention, she was retired. Ali had only been helping the girls because they needed the help. After all, she was free-lance now, and just because she no longer claimed her Guardian title, she still felt the urge to protect Temperance and it's people.

Add that to the fact that there was going to be one hell of a party to celebrate, and she was all good.

As it were right now, Ali was stood, leaned against one of the walls off to the side. Her arms were folded across her stomach and her legs were crossed comfortably, keeping her well balanced. Her body was facing the stage the heroes had been on just moments before. There had been a time when she'd been on that stage, but for a ridicules reason. Heroic deeds of her own, yet the person who had deserved the honor...Well, she didn't make it back to claim her own medal, now did she? The thought brought a bitter taste to Ali's mouth and she sighed as she forced the memories away.

This was a happy occasion. No time to be lurking and being all doom and gloom. She'd never live it down if she got caught being as such. Though all at once her mind shifted gears. Her stomach rumbled and her eyes widened a bit. This party had better have some damned good food or she was going to protest. Loudly. That thought in mind now, she pushed away from the wall, wading through girls and their families as she sought out something to fill her rumbling stomach.

[Grey_Kitsune]

҉ +Jonas Parker+ ҉

"Hm? I wonder what that girl is doing, now?" Jonas thought aloud as he saw Vesper shuffling along the wall like a lost child, her hand held out before her. At first he thought it was Maryl, the girl quite similar in physique, not that he studied the southern girl's figure, but if Vesper was just an inch or two shorter, she they might have been able to pass as sister.

Soon, Vesper was getting closer, Jonas watching dumbly as she bumped into him. With a lean, he checked to check on the girl, his brow raised. Her gaze was unfocused and blank, thought she showed signs of worry, "Uhm, are you alright? Sorry for being in the way, but you just had me curious for a moment... Did you lose someone?"

The red head bit his lip, looking around his shoulder for anyone that would look like they were searching for someone as well. No one. That was just great. Feeling a little sorry for the poor girl, he cleard his throat and offered to help her, "Er, I'll help you try to find whoever it is your looking for. Can you describe them to me?"