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Tibarn chuckled. "On the other hand, we got here right as the gates opened." He stepped inside with her, frankly glad to have another laguz close at hand. Janaff wouldn't be coming until later, and in a sea of beorc and morphs, Tibarn would not have been pleased as the only laguz. "So, Lyre... care to dance?" He grinned, turning and grabbing her hand as he pulled her toward the dance floor, wings flaring!

Well outside of the castle grounds, a small group of soldiers-for-hire and their wyverns stood, watching a familiar-looking priest walk back and forth among them, half-raving, half-giving orders.

"Okay! Now I want this to be big! I want this to be SO big, people feel small just thinking about it! I want it to be so big, the Fire Dragon would take one look at it and go 'Daaayyyaaam'! Do you understand that?"

The mercenaries just stared at Rhys, wondering if he was sane. No, not Sain. SANE. Get the Lancereaver out of your ear.

"Everyone understands what we're going to do, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Great! Then let's get going," Rhys said, smiling and adjusting his new knapsack, holding onto his white hat, almost twitching with excitement as he jumped onto a wyvern's back. The pilot patted the creature's back, and one and all they took off--five wyvern riders, two carrying mages, one carrying the Host Club's President.

They soared into the clouds, and Rhys was enjoying every moment of it--one of his childhood dreams, strange though it would sound, had been to fly. Flying was now at hand! And in almost a blink of an eye, the group was passing directly over the FEF castle courtyard.

Rhys' face seemed locked in pure bliss. This will be the most fun I have had since I don't know when.

"Okay, mages, you know what to do!"

Rhys swung his legs over the side of the wyvern and plummeted straight down, free-falling, happy as a bird that didn't realize gravity was going to give it one great big painful hug. The two mages, right on cue, shot Fire spells straight after him; the spells exploded behind him, giving the impression that small red fireworks were exploding just behind Rhys as he shot downward.

After about a dozen or so "fireworks", seeing that he was getting close, Rhys reached into his knapsack. This would cost him some energy, he knew. Warp Powder never came without a cost.

But this is the Host Club, and the show must go on!

Rhys grabbed the small handful out of his knapsack, spreading it on his body and concentrating. On the ground... I want to be on the ground in the courtyard...

A large, pink symbol appeared in the sky around the falling Rhys, who disappeared. Seconds later, before the crowd could begin to shake off their bewilderment, the same pink symbol appeared over a pyramid of haybales, and Rhys reappeared with style.

"Welcome, everyone! Were you looking for m--AAAAAAHHH..."

Rhys, not knowing where he'd landed, took a step forward and fell right off the top haybale, falling face first into another haybale directly below.

"OOMF! ...Me. Well, I made it, as I said I would!"

The priest wiped off some of the hay, removed his hat, and made a sweeping bow.

The morph nodded in greeting as the lord arrived at the table she was seated at. "Ah, it certainly is," she said as her golden eyes looked down at the cup she was holding. This whole ordeal was very foreign to her as she had never attended a party since becoming a morph.

I wonder if I used to attend parties when a was human. She tightened her grip on the cup, but then relaxed remember Roy was still near. Alcyone glanced back up quickly hoping the red head hadn't seen her display of agitation.

"Are..." she paused unsure what to say. "You looking forward to what the host club has in store for tonight?" As she completed the sentence she noticed NoMetal approaching as well, who she also offered a nod of greeting.

Amelia turned, hearing Rhys' distinct voice. "Rhys! You--" she started. Then he fell forwards, right onto another haybale. "A-Ack! Are you okay?" Amelia ran over, Sue momentarily forgotten. She stopped next to him, plucking a piece of hay out of his orange hair. "Goodness, that was some fall... but it was an interesting entrance, that's for sure!"

*sent a nod of greeting back to them*

"No....If I leave.....I may never see you again." Melethia said in a crying sob. "I just want to hold you.....and never let you go."

"I'm... well," she answered NoMetal uncertainty evident in her voice. "Can I trust you are the same?"