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~Mikhail

"Meh, you can also take a few pointers from my guild also. If you think about it, the whole moral there is once you get enough tyrannical power you can do whatever the hell you want and no one will care~."
He noted, joining in the mocking of both his sister's and father's failures.
"I think I can safely admit that leadership does not run strong in my family..."
He sighed out even though this realization was made multiple times before. If anyone else but Eria was talking about his heritage like this, they would have probably lost some vital organs by now, but with her, the conversation had so much levity to it that this was all fine with him.
"Why wouldn't I believe in you?..."
He then proceeded to question as another note his albino company brought up registered worthy of a response in his mind.
"Maybe others just need to see what I see. I mean, your hospitality practically saved my life and sanity."
He concluded with a nod, now sitting comfortably face-to-face with Eria at the water's edge.

~Mikhail

A moment of clarity accompanied by an enlightened look shown that an idea, at least above the norm for the slightly challenged Weavile, was soon about to escape Mikhail's grinning mouth.
"I think we've been looking at this the wrong way..."
He began, inching closer to his company as he became more lost in his train of thought.
"I'm afraid to take your offer because of my well...problems... And all you need is a little more confidence which I'm glad to give."
He took a moment to collect his thoughts into a concluding statement.
"I guess what I'm saying is we can work together...Somehow."
Okay, maybe things weren't planned out as well as he thought.

~Mikhail

"I-I don't need a title or anything."
Mikhail spoke after a major flaw in the explanation of his plan was brought up.
"Just know that I'll be there for you whenever you need anything."
He managed to not down Vespin in any way with his words.
"It's the least I can do for you..."
He spoke sincerely, in that moment reaching for her claws and cupping them in his own while looking directly into her eyes. There truly were not words to describe the debt he was in to Eira and all he wished was for her to understand how meaningful she truly was both to him and her own kingdom.

~Mikhail

"It's the very least I can do..."
The Weavile admitted, accepting the embrace for a moment before turning it into a scooping motion on his part, removing the partially submerged Eira from the springs as he maneuvered into a standing position himself.
"It's getting late..."
He then noted, looking up at the bright moon directly overhead that was perfectly visible through cloudless skies that yet somehow still produced blizzard like conditions around the duo of Ice types. It's not that he wanted to leave so abruptly or anything, just his pills were kinda' at home and he was starting to feel the urge to rob a preschool or something.

Serrin reappeared in the crystal springs on top of his faithful mount."Probably should have asked what species she is. Ah well." First thing's first, see who is around.

Well, no, first thing's first, hop off the head of the gigantic Legendary being who isn't fond of being rode on. THEN search for her.

"My apologies." Desmond immediately shielded his mind off completely and shifted to the side. That a mere Gardevoir would speak so arrogantly was an insult to him, but he had an oath to fulfill. Even if that meant listening to a mere mortal insult him indirectly. The shield would, at the least, block out the feelings of anger and annoyance he felt.

Serrin smiled sociably. "Greetings, my apologies for disturbing you. May I ask your name? I am here to search for a woman named Aire." He took Archer's words very carefully. Do not assume. Be cautious; she may be prone to violence. And of course, there was the lessons he had taken from over a hundred years of social interaction. Courtesy first. Speak politely, but be concise without omitting details. Let the other person feel as if they control the conversation, as it allows them to pace themselves. Requesting information can lead to tight lips much more often than simply guiding it out.

And he knew it was her. Archer was Alfred's father. This woman, who knew Archer, bore so much resemblance to his son. It wasn't likely to be a coincidence, considering how powerful a psychic Alfred was as well as how gifted he was in scrying.

"It's something much more important than that, I'm afraid. The guilds are in danger." Serrin left it as simple as that. The issue could be pressed further if she was entirely unwilling to help, but if he came right out with "the world is ending" then he would be marked as insane and getting help would be impossible. It was best to simply state the nature of his business and gauge her reaction before continuing.

Desmond glanced down at Serrin before silently disappearing.

Serrin laughed quietly. "I don't think you care at all, or you would have come already. There's been many times you ability to scry would have been immensely useful." Nico. Tracking down Rebirth. Mordred. Many times. "Pardon me, though. Perhaps it would be better to say a friend of mine needs your help. There are others who could scry in your place, but none who could do it quite as quickly as you. And I'm afraid we need speed above all else. The world is going to end soon, after all." He said it all with a smile on his face.

His expression refused to break. He continued to look on at her with a polite smile. As if he were making some drawn out joke or spinning an obscene tale. But she could feel what he thought. His mind was not shielded and she would know quite quickly that he was serious. "Honestly, I don't care about the guild at all. The guild doesn't help people. People help people. I help people. That's why I'm here. Because with you, I can help everyone."