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A small smirk would appear on The Count's face as those who were interested, joinned him at the door. It appeared three stray sheep had wandered ahead of the flock. Curiosity was a wonderful thing, but dangerous at times aswell. Luckily this was one of the wonderful times indeed. "It appears as if we were not quick enough to quell your curiosity. Come, lets be off to outside, I am certain you will enjoy this." Tegral was correct, the men from before had been taking fireworks outside. If the inhabitants of the region could not enjoy something as simple as fireworks, then things were worse off than one might imagine. Taking pleasure in the little things, that is where things should be. When one could enjoy the simple pleasures, they were better for it.

Tegral, particularly this model, wasn't what one would, or even should, call a sheep. Standing around six and a half feet tall, with shoulders and arms made to fit a black smith, the Admiral's initial profile was something to be wary of. The fact he was a cybernetically designed weapon capable of decimating a small army without trying very hard utilizing weapons of technological superiority to anything found within the Black Company - with the exception of the arsenal provided to KB by the Admiral himself. Glancing first at the women then at the man who'd approached them, Tegral said not a word. With the primary of his attention focused on the 'Particle Transference' research being performed in one of the Admiral's hidden workshops - another gift from KB, though likely the psychopath didn't even know they existed let alone where to find them - he really didn't spare much in the way of wit and conversation to a simple combat chassis.

Unexcited by the potential of fireworks the Admiral followed none the less, if he wanted to see explosions of colorful lights he'd launch another attack on the Cradle and let the massive batteries on board his fleet make a light show visible even down here on the planet. Something to make the Admiral more deadly...leaving the sanctity of Seven Hells Temple the people of the Black Company were once again putting themselves at risk against one another. The 'no weapons and no magic' rule applied no longer, a fact that wasn't over looked by the Admiral as his weapon systems came back online to full combat level. Whether or not the Count had any means of detecting this, the Admiral's body and mannerisms the exact same as they had been moments before, was unknown, but the likelihood of him being able to do anything wasn't too threatening.

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You're leaving? It was a pleasure to meet you. Perhaps again some time.

*Nana couldn't help but overhear the conversation, being that Bell was so close and all. If Nana had heard what Griffin thought of her, she'd no doubt be hurt, and deeply wounded over Griffin's view of the children as well. They had done nothing to warrent such words of distaste, they had committed no crimes, they simply were. If they met again, hopefully it would be on good terms, much as now as any a time. Smiling lightly Nana would part ways with the twins, leaving them be and wandering back slowly to Mastema's side*

"From what you've seen..." Than uttered to himself as Griffin moved away with an improper departure. At the very least, the brief and somewhat hostile conversation confirmed three valuable facts about Griffin to Thanatos, and that was enough justification for the rudeness on both parties's part as far as Than was concerned. Turning back to the display, which he obviously couldn't fully appreciate, Than muttered to himself again, bemused. "That was unbiased observation? Hate to see the guy when he's prejudiced." Slowly, energy began to collect in Than's upper body.

It wouldn't take more than a second for Nana to find Mas's arm around her waist again when she returned to his side. "I'd say you made a new friend." Again, it wasn't known if Mastema had overheard Griffin's less than favorable testimony. The former bane on the Black Company's existence seemed more interested in the food tonight than the party attendees, having only spoken briefly to the former attacker of his citadel, which was an agreeable conversation. If only it was as easy to patch things up like that with Kaiori.

Twi whistled in admiration at the light show going on, still holding onto a paper cup of punch from inside the party. "That ain't half bad for something made on the spot."

"It beats what one would expect, huh?"

"Holy @#$%!" Twi squashed his cup in his hand, sending punch covering his arm as he turned around to face the tall, armored man named Val. "Dammit, lugnut.. don't do that! You're supposed to announce your arrival to your higher ups."

Val grinned and crossed his arms, neither smug nor ashamed, simply acceptant. "Aye, sir."

Twi grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose and pointing to the packaging the Count had assembled. "That's your shipment. Pick it up when the show's over."

"That one looks like he's ready to go at it." Val commented about something other than the packages, and both he and Twilight turned in Than's direction.

By now, Than's right hand was glowing with a soft but strong golden light as he poised himself in a slightly crouched position with one foot forward from the other. "Kurasugiru~~" He was almost singing the foreign word before he pushed himself up with his legs, jumping a mere few inches off the ground and throwing his right arm up. The golden energy was let loose, streaming into the air as a precision rocket, before disseminating near the height of its path. The first collection of energy branched off in to five more gatherings, which each separated into five more balls of light, until the entire firework covered sky was lit up in the soft, gold light. Aside from making its own effect, the gold light would only have amplifying effects on the light of the fireworks, adding more to their display. Than wasn't trying to show up the Count so much as add his own contribution to the appreciative show. After all, he had very much to owe the Count for allowing him to gather the information he had tonight.

Tegral watched the light show, unimpressed with the vibrant hues of colors that showered the night skies, before Thanatos suddenly began charging his own energy. What the Admiral didn't know was the boy's desire to add to the show's play, so unknowingly the cybernetic war machine turned and attained a lock. Plasma driven energy, pushed through a stasis sphere and into an induction coil, gathered in the reserve chamber located somewhere around mid-forearm while the Admiral's fully tuned combat sensors acquired a lock and probed Than's body with sensors. Energy readings filtered through the corner of the unit's HUD - the ability to read and distinguish various types of magic and 'energy' was a new trait, one that was mastered through the introduction of KB's arcane generator. Defensive protocol whirled into action, an unseen barrier engulfing the Admiral's body as trajectory and velocity of the attack was attained. All data concluded the attack would not place this unit in any sort of danger, but the lock remained.

KB's entrance to the spectacle almost made the Admiral shift targets and let loose a violent stream of plasmic energy, capable enough to shred KB's shell to a burning husk of it's once former glory. Instead he let the energy dissipate, the lock remain, and added KB's form to the list of potential targets, and started over towards the Count. Maybe a minute to talk business would alleviate the Admiral's suddenly hostile mood. Maybe the feed back circuits from Tegral's body were causing sudden spikes of hostility? Or maybe this unit's primary function wasn't being utilized to it's full extent and the AI system in charge of maintaining a 'civil' atmosphere was breaking down.


All those trains of thoughts were too philosophical for the Admiral, who decided to let well enough alone.

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Perhaps yes.

*One of Mastema's arms would be clung to lightly, as Nana wrapped an arm around his, then held a small bit of Mastema's sleev between her thumb and index finger. After that all that was left, was to look up into the night sky, rest her head lightly on Mastema's arm and enjoy the visual display of fireworks. After that if the trio decided to go home, Nana couldn't complain. Her children awaited her back home, and that was pleanty enough reason to head back. Perhaps when she went to pick them up, then Nana would also see the latest-- intruder of sorts*

*Griffin would stand with his sister, since she was obviously enthralled by the colorful to display. Finally, once Bell was able to focus, the royal family would make a brief bow to the general public. Griffin simply brings up his wrist and yanks his cufflink away from his silver watch. He turns a few buttons and a familiar crackling rings out quickly. In a puff of purple smoke the royal duo would disappear back to their silvery tower, back to work.*