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While digging into his food, Uriel glanced askance at Chase. He carefully placed his fork down on a napkin and folded the napkin over it. Turning his whole face to Chase, he replied, "I didn't ask why she left and I wasn't wondering. If she has business, she has business. Her business isn't mine. Unless she wants to tell me. And it isn't your business to make her business my business, now is it?" Uriel turned to Token and asked her to pass him some salt. He thought to himself, How does this man already know she's a dragon? What else is he able to figure out? He continued to eat in silence, waiting for his half-elf friend to return. The less time he had to spend around his new acquaintances that sat across from him, the better. They both made him nervous.

Lyra burst through the door before Chase could answer Uriel. Her loud and quick footsteps could be heard dashing into the room next to the kitchen. The door was quickly opened with force and slammed closed and with it, a small click as the door was locked.

Lyra had seemed to bolt into the bathroom. She began rummaging through the small cabinets for something to ease the pain and bleeding of her right arm. She growled lowly until she had finally found the healing ointment and some bandages. Gently rubbing the ointment on her arm, she groaned in pain as it stung the deep wound. "Your didn't have to go to the Research Lab but nooo..... You had to see if it was ready for you." She said as she then wrapped the bandages around the wound and exited the bathroom, only to bolt upstairs to change clothes.

Chase walked up to the door and knocked gently after hearing the clattering but when he got no answer, he simply turned and walked back to the kitchen. He sighed heavily and jumped slightly when the door had opened and the distant footsteps of Lyra could be heard.

Lyra slowly came down stairs a few minutes later wearing a pair of light blue pants and a matching blue, short-sleeved shirt. She gently rubbed the injury on her right arm. "Soo... How was everything?" She asked nervously, noticing the Token had left.

Uriel wiped his mouth before rolling his napkin into a ball. He pressed his hands to the table to support himself as he stood. The pain in his legs had mostly subsided by now. Although, he would like to formally address his wounds. However, Lyra's was more perplexing at the moment. And her surly reaction. In the time Uriel had spent with her, he hadn't noticed her once speak as she just did.

With an expecting expression, he stared at Lyra, waiting for some sort of explanation. A glow in Uriel's eyes flickered for a moment when they passed over to the site of her injury. He also decided now would be a good time to buy a new weapon. He soon fixated his gaze on a large decorative urn on another table. Wonder how attached she is to that, he thought, hands now in his empty pockets.

Rhone would've responded to the drinking challenge...if he hadn't already had enough alcohol-related guilt for one day. Instead he carefully unlocks the door to his two-story house in Sybak and opens it with his free hand.
"Alright...Put Colette on one of the couches..I'll place Cinkel on the other....they'll probably need to lay down for a bit...and I'm sorry...I messed up...I'll go prepare some medicine for if Colette needs it... By the way, there's plenty of guest bedrooms upstairs..the black and red door leads to my room. If there's not enough beds, someone can borrow mine. "
With that, Rhone lays Cinkel down on one of the two couches in the living room and slowly walks into the kitchen to prepare some medicine.

Zelos strides into the door and whistles once inside.
"I didn't even know you HAD a house...this place isn't half bad..."

Without commands of any sort or chores, Shiuza and his pet merely found a seat and took it. The young shinobi was not used to going without commands or issues that needed to be solved. Having nothing to do was almost too much for him. When he was younger, him and other children would play, but Shiuza was supposed to be training now. Getting up and pacing, the ninja soon busied himself with exercise, practicing standing on one hand.

Token, wandering the streets of Sybak, made her way towards the research lab. She was not following the girl, whom had already returned, instead was just following her scent trail, to find where she had gone. It was fun to be nosey, especially when that arrogant little punk, Chase, had tried to tell her she couldn't. It only made her all the more curious to figure out why.

As Sheena eyed the young apprentice starting to train himself, she mentally facepalmed, feeling that it was in bad form to appear to be lazing around in front of him. But then again, she was still pretty tuckered out from the battle earlier. It was then she began to remember what she initially wanted to do. Ah, that's right... She rose from her seat and proceeded to a nearby study table, where she took out scrolls of parchment and began to write the messages she wanted sent back to Mizuho. Among them, orders to bring news of the whereabouts of the old allies they have yet to run into---Presea Combatir, Genis Sage, and Lloyd Irving. Also, a command to relay those reports to Regal Bryant, and an aside order to keep an eye on one Uriel Ledon, whom she was sure would continue to be a threat to Azriel. Lastly, requests to investigate whenever possible who exactly is posting these bounties on her head.

Up in the room, Eloysio had been staring intently at the three-pointed jewel on his collar invention on Azriel. Then he turned away, blushing. She said...I would be welcome anytime...but... He clenched his fists and began to make a flustered face. "...Hrmph." Resolving to do as he pleased, he stepped closer to her neck and leaned over, reaching out to rest his hand upon the jewel and closing his eyes.

Within seconds, he found himself at his normal size on Azriel's Consciousness Layer, an area of her mindspace different from where Chiaro and Oscuro resided. That particular Layer he was on right now was the kind that could only be occupied by one of the three, whenever they were to be the dominating form and personality. He made a relieved, pleased sigh as he looked upon the peaceful, sleeping form of Azriel floating still in what appeared to be an endless black abyss---the state of the mind when it is clear from all thought. He drifted toward her side, and once close he looked down upon her fondly with a warm smile. Hesitating for a moment, he carefully slipped his hand beneath one of Azriel's.

"Somewhat saddening...to think this can be the only instance I can ever do this..." he said softly to himself. He sighed once more, but this one had a tinge of depression to it.

Down below in the Subconsciousness Layer, Chiaro and Oscuro could hear the words of their old Master. They looked at each other, sort of befuddled.

SYBAK
Jason, reclining on the floor of the house, proceeded to begin drinking some beer.
"Agh, forgot to ask if I could come in. Ya don't mind, do ya? I could always wait outside, lad!" He didn't want to be rude, but until then... He raises his mug. "To beer and free housing!" *chug*

((Wai-wai-wait. Are you aware that Shiuza is inside a house...? sweatdrop ))