Welcome to Gaia! ::

Gabe was a little surprised by the bard's penchant for spouting off random facts. Sure, Gabriel was well aware of the Biblical nature of his name, but that didn't mean he aimed to take any sort of pride from sharing the name of an archangel. While Gabe most certainly displayed pride in both his history and abilities, he didn't come anywhere close to arrogance.

"Girls'll do that to ya."

Gabe accepted Ethan's extended hand and gave the man a firm handshake. The portion of Ethan's history that was revealed was, despite his rather short answer, interesting to the team captain. He hoped that the rest of the team would be equally social. The last thing he needed was a lone wolf who would put the mission at risk.

"They wouldn't attack the competitors en route to the tournament, would they?"

Gabriel released Ethan's hand and jammed his hand back into his jacket's pocket. Gabe's eyes scanned the crowd, craning his neck and standing on his toes in order to get a better view in a failed attempt to spot the rest of his team.

"Then again...guess this is a tournament run by the underworld. Can't really expect much from a locale that probably prides itself on treachery and violence."

Gabe shrugged his shoulders, then dropped back down to a flat-footed position.

"Guess you wouldn't know where to find the other two guys, would ya?"

While one of Roen’s minor albeit handsome Advocates tended to the obviously ailing Faustina, Nox stood at the bosses side, shaking her head and suppressing the urge to laugh out loud at the bosses dreamy expression. Never in a million years had she expected the Darkened Devil to burst into song over a pie. Just as quickly as the brooding Devil accepted and metaphorically drooled over her sugary acquisition, he was handing it back to her, disfigured, but otherwise fully intact lemon pie.



For just a moment, the lanky Gypsy stared back at her employer in disbelief. Roen ******** lived for pie! And Lemon was his favorite! Could it be that the iron willed and arrogant Darkened Devil was… Sea sick?! For a moment just the thought brought a look of semi-cruel enjoyment to her face. To see one with such a cocky nature being brought down by a bit of wave riding was just so… Ironic.

Ah, It was the little things in life that brought such joy. Unfortunately that sardonic joy was fleeting.




Because she was charged with Roen’s security, Nox immediately looked up to assess any danger to the boss. But it was not exactly danger to the boss that she saw approaching. Instead, her gaze fell upon the Cyborg, Edward. Green eyes widened a bit, the swarthy skin of her face going full flame on. Presently the tall girl dropped her eyes to the deck in order to avoid any eye contact, murmured a subdued, “Yes, boss.” to Roen. Then she swiftly dismissed herself, took his pie and walked away, shouldering past a huge punk looking Oger on her way to the relative quiet of mid-ship.

“Oh crap! How embarrassingk…” She lamented as she leaned against the rail, pie still in hand.

Oh yes. Nox was embarrassed beyond belief, though not for the reason that anyone might assume by simple observation. It just so happened that in the last Dark Tournament, Roen and Ed, had faced one another in the ring. Each had dealt considerable damage to the other and in fact were still inexplicably locked together in a death grip at the matches end. It was from this incident that her intense discomfort in the Cyborg’s presence sprang. For in her zeal to get a grievously wounded Roen to the medical ward, she had inadvertently caused the removal of certain… portions of Edwards anatomy. Even more to her shame, she had saved the grizzly souvenir for the Boss, who in turn presented it to The Bloody Seer. Thant is if the rumor were to be believed. Of course she had no idea if he or Roen knew the truth of how that had come about. And the excitement following Roen’s recovery, that conversation never seemed to come up.

Roen turned the boat around with his mind.

SHOW'S OVER GO HOME

The young boy sighed as he waved his left hand to rewrite the planes so as to make a stair case out from the boat to an alternate reality. Apparently all of the characters' authors had little to no regard for the fourth wall; Ion's was no different.

"Real life comes first!"

With that, the boy disappeared.