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Meteo hadn't heard anyone overtly telling him not to cut the thing up, so he proceeded to hack the arms and legs from the body and scatter the parts into the woodlands of the area. He had grown up near Gaoracchia Forest, and he knew what he was doing. His father had taught him to be prepared for anything, since the forest was never safe and never would be. Even before his curse the family had survived three attacks by necromancers on the backs of his brothers, sisters, and parents. And after the curse he became even more wary of dark magic users, especially the black haired witch, whom he had been trying to find for so long. Disposing of the body this way also meant that if the ones producing these exspheres had necromancers in their ranks, they couldn't just resurrect this man and put a new exsphere on him. When he finished he went over to Lloyd writing a new note.
"I've learned you should never underestimate dark magic. Especially curses."

Being the one with the attention span of a termite the many conversations and movement were kind of like a blur to Schwarz. The only one that held his attention was Hina's introduction. Schwarz looked over at Hina and gave her, his self proclaimed 'million watt smile of happiness' "Sup, the name is Schwarz Silber. At your service milady." Schwarz then bowed.

This caused Oro to fall from his brother's head and plopped nose first on the ground. He let out a yelp and glared at the silver haired fool.

"Oh and how could I forget about him," Schwarz grabbed Oro with both hands and turned him to the others, "This is Oro, my brother."

It was at this point that Oro froze in Schwarz's hands. 'Oh for the love of all gods, you think of after a few millenia that he'd learn subtlety at some point, but nooooooo, I had to get stuck with the goodie-two shooed idiot.' if Oro had hands at that point he would have face-palmed with one and slammed the other into Schwarz's head. But alas, once again, he was stuck in the body of a wolf pup.

Oro sighed verbally before speaking, "First you placed me a very compromising body, you then bring up bad memories from my past, you then proceed to make a fool of yourself but also used me for a test subject for an unknown medicinal item... and that was just yesterday. Today you blatantly threw a sack full of gels to which they then scattered across the battlefield only for over half of them to get trampled by said battle or eaten in the aftermath... And now this...", It was at this point that Oro started cackling like a madman, "You better start running now my dear brother, because I'm gonna murder you once I get my humanoid body back Schwarz."

Schwarz was now sweating bullets and laughing nervously trying to think of a way to rectify his current situation, unfortunately he was drawing a blank, "... well now... this is awkward." he let his final comment hang in the air.

The dwarf listened to Zaul, nodding at appropriate times. "Jason Ironheart, o' the clan Ironheart, who doesn't mind bein' called a dwarf 'cause that's what 'e is!" He gave a bellowing laugh.
"Yer metal sensin' instinct is keen, me lad. I 'ave none o' them metals on me at ta moment. I almost bought me some, but that's another tale, that is! I'm just letting ye know that if I get me hands on any, it'll be goin' directly ta yer supply." It was clear that he meant it, since the mention of the cause had distracted him from comforting a lady. "That's the best cause I've seen in more years than these young'uns 'ave seen of anythin'."

Cinkel cleared his throat. Not loudly, but more out of slight annoyance. I guess I'll just use that technique he taught me. He clutched his right hand into a fist, and with that, there was a low rumble in the directions of the body parts. His smile didn't waver has he joined back into the conversation. "Ah, yes, Sir Zaul. You're correct. My name is Cinkel A'non. It is quiet the pleasure to meet you all. I know very little on how to work with metals, but I'll gladly pass on any of these materials to you if I am ever to happen upon them. I've no use for them myself.

"Oh, my name's Cleo." Cleo joined in the introductions just before turning her attention to Colette. "Isn't he though? He's so adorable that I could just pet him all day." She let out a light giggle.

For a moment, Zaul made a slight expression of curiosity. Was that a twinge of earth magic he faintly sensed somewhere? No, it was probably just his imagination. Shaking his head a bit, he turned his glance back to the party and duly replied, "Ah, thank ya kindly Jason, Cinkel."

Lloyd creased his brow as he read Meteo's message, fighting back his right eye's urge to twitch. Was the man seriously this...self-centered? There were eleven more people awaiting Zaul's associates for their treatment to return to normal. They couldn't be moved into the town they just came from because of their monster-like appearance. And as demonstrated, the shift brought on by the Heal Crests sure can knock the wind out of someone. On top of that, his remark about the time getting late threw him for a loop—it was still only morning, perhaps just about two hours away from noon. Though, to his credit, it was a fairly good point that sickly people shouldn't be left out in a place like this for too long. "Uh...relax, pal," he spoke up, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, "We've got plenty of time and there's quite a handful of people here who need to be taken care of. Though..." he went on to turn to the gunman, "will they be much longer, Zaul?"

He opened his mouth, about to answer, but something in the distance caught his eye. A couple of people, to be precise, and their calls interrupted him. Just one look at them instantly told the party why exactly they were called "Steel Fist" and "Copper Heel".


"Oooiiii~! Sorry for the wait there, guys!"

"Ditto. My estimate was shamefully off, eheheh."

"Don' sweat it, y'all came jus'n time." Zaul casually walked up to greet his colleagues with a smile and turned to the rest of the party once he was beside them. "Everyone, these're my guildmates, Clarice n' Leonas. I'm sure ya can tell what codename belongs ta who."

Leonas lifted a hand from the hilt of one of his blades to give a playful sort of two-fingered salute and a wink to the others. "Yo."

"Honored to meet you all," Clarice spoke, offering a slight bow in courtesy.

Lloyd blinked at the two in astonishment. "Whoa...your arms, your legs...are all metal? How do they even work?" Indeed, his manners could have used a little work, but the two weren't all that offended.

Clarice chuckled. "Sorry, but that's confidential information. Even though we've had these replacements on for a few years now, our Doc says we're still in testing phase."

"Yeah, he wants to be completely sure about things before he allows this to become a widespread treatment. I'm afraid that's all we can leave it at," Leonas explained.

The red-clad swordsman folded his arms and nodded. "Alright, I guess I'll take your word for it. We're kinda getting off-point here anyway."

Clarice nodded in agreement, still smiling. "Heh, exactly." She proceeded to take out her own black case of Heal Crests, as did Leonas. Zaul brought his out again, and they all opened them to count stock.

"...You two have five each, 'n with my remainin' three, it's actually more'n enough. Good!"

The three went on to apply the Heal Crests on the monster people. After several minutes they were done with about five more of them. Leonas took a quick pause to speak to Zaul. They were both kneeling on one knee.

"You look like you have somewhere to go with the others. How about we handle the rest of everything from here on out?"

Zaul stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Sounds fair, but how'll you two move all these people? I also don' know when I'll be able ta report back ta base ta pick up more Heal Crests..."

"We got that covered. We contacted Anya along the way and she was luckily able to flag down a supply caravan headed for Luin. Then she'll try to reach you as soon as possible with a new stash."

"Hey, thanks man." Grinning, he moved his hand from his chin to engage in a brotherly handshake with Leonas. "I'll keep y'all posted."

Finishing treatment of the sixth person, Clarice took a moment to look up at her colleague and add, "No sweat! You take care out there..." she looked to the rest of the group and smiled to conclude with, "...all of you."

Zaul nodded at her, then stood up to face the rest of the party. "Well, we're clear ta move on. We all ready?"

Lloyd scratched his head. "...I want to help take care of them too, but I do trust they have everything secure from here."

The two awaited the others' answers, but were still well aware that Meteo was more than ready to get moving.

Cinkel raised a brow at Steel Fist and Copper Heal, but seemed to have dismissed a thought once they explained away questions of their limbs. He returned Clarice's bow of greeting with one of his own. "The pleasure is all mine." He didn't bother with introducing himself seeing as they wouldn't be long, and he wish not to hold them up.

Cinkel's attention perked up once Clarice addressed the group as a whole again. "A lovely like you worrying of the well being of a group you hardly met?" He turned his attention to Zaul. "This guild of yours sound like a good lot. It does my old heart some good."

Before answering Zaul's question, Cinkel turned to Cleo. "You should head on home. He won't be able to take care of our friends by himself for very long. Besides, you shouldn't be around me when she takes over tomorrow."

Cleo pouted at him before muttering a disappointed, "Okaaaaay." She quickly perks up and turns her attention to the group. "Daddy says to go home, but maybe we can play again. Bye, puppy." She waved a hand at Oro and blew a kiss at Zaul before she skipped on her merry way.

Satisfied with the outcome of their conversation, Cinkel turned back to Zaul. "I'm prepared to go if everyone else is, Sir Zaul."