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*Well...... this certainly had been a lively conference thus far. It seemed that Tyrsais had some trouble controlling himself. It was a wonder that even Nana hadn't said something by now. Perhaps it could be said, that looking at Nana for the moment was rather.... unnerving? Despite all the yelling, screaming and othe activities going on... Nana seemed unusually calm. Too calm perhaps. Even now her eyes were closed and her expression... unexcitable? Omega had been very near by, a stranger had popped in and was attacked right in front over everyone, including the children. Nana had noticed Trilla, whom was more or less now crying, but will her very limited mobility she could get to her. What was Tyrsais doing with weapons on his person at the conference anyways? Tyrsais could take them off and place them behind him on the wall, but he had to choose to keep them on him. The insinuation that Mastema was weak and vulnerable, and that he was unwilling to take a life were ever so far from the truth, but what did he have to prove to Tyrsais? A vampire who's current actions could very well lead anyone to believe he was still a fledge. His years as a blood doll had made him hard, that much was obvious. The threats passed back and forth weren't really the kinds of things the children should have heard, but what was done, was done. Besides, did Tyrsais truly expect Mastema to just stop the entire conference to carry out a threat? Well... Tyrsais must have thought quite highly of himself indeed to think he warrented that much attention. The tone was now rather... a quiet one*

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Micha: . . .

Eecheb: ~_~

Trilla: crying

::Tyrsais chuckled slightly to himself after Mastema's last comment. Taking a moment to think about something before responding.::

Although I might talk just because I like the sound of my own voice, I think there might be a few things to address with the news you have presented.

First of all sir with our defenses are quite depleted with the loss of a general, the retirement of another or atleast his lessened combat action, and the coming collapse of the barrier. Sure we have seen your robots can present a distraction to our opponents but many of them have overcome our conventional defenses so far... Clearly it would be better to have more highly trained defenders then we apparently have. Not to say that the Omega Unit, Sho, and whomever joins them couldn't put up a decent defense... What is your plan? Is Slayer to become active as a fighter again?

*Yes... since the time Nana had arrived, or more specifically after Nana and Mastema had wed, the citadel's mood had shifted. Where once Mastema and his followers harassed the region, over the past year or so they had been more defensive in nature. In this time, several attacks had been mounted on the citadel. Retaliation perhaps for all that Mastema had done to them; so the generals protected. But now an undeniable point had been brought up, while the citadel could defend itself, it was putting forth more defence than offense. There needed to be a balance of some kind, but what? It seemed that Mastema had an idea, so that much would be realized in due time. So then, onto the next subject at hand... Gabriel. When mentioned, Nana's wings barely flinched at the ends, though the minimal movement was more than likely due to the damage they had sustained. This was the second time Thanatos and Gabriel had been near to one another. The first time, Gabriel was just disappearing after giving Kaiori back her memory. The second, which Zenogais spoke of, was a battle in the Seven Hells Temple*

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*Trilla wasn't looking at all that much better despite Mastema, Cole, or any other external influences. One could only wonder what was going on inside her head. She still seemed unsettled and slightly shakey, for the moment her eyes were closed tight aswell. It was obvious that Micha knew she was there, how could he not? His eyes had dropped for the moment from staring at Zenogais, and were settled at a point three inches from the table edge infront of him. Eecheb was meanwhile listening in to the conversation. Who was Gabriel? Thanatos almost killed someone?!*

Trilla: crying

Micha: . . .

Eecheb: o.o | ??!

Thanatos only sighed at the wonderful announcement Zeno had made.

"You say it like I did it because I was a superior fighter," Thanatos responded.

Zeno replied, "Then tell me what did allow you to do it."

"He underestimated me and I had a plan"

"So, you used strategy?"

"Well, I suppose you could put it that way. To be honest, I think he only managed to survive and turn the attack back on me because I'd held back at the last minute"

Zeno laughed loudly at that statement, saying: "I knew it. You really do fight like a demon!"

Thanatos violently retorted: "Are you trying to make fun of me for not wanting to kill him!?"

"Not at all, I'm saying I admire you."

"Admiration? From you? Why?"

"I fought Gabriel myself once. I had five beta units backing me up, and he still beat me! Yet, here you are, missing an eye, an arm, and some stability and you brought him to his knees. My undying respect goes out to your prowess in battle, Thanatos of blue blood."

Zeno followed up his statement by clapping lightly. Even if it was unusual, he was obviously showing respect to Thanatos. Meanwhile, Thanatos only wondered at the meaning of his words: blue blood. In the back of the room Proto re-entered and Mastema intervened in the conversation: Pardon me, but I believe Himura was in the middle of speaking

::Tyrsais turned slightly to watch the Alpha unit and his speaking but looked over to Than studying his response from the statements made. He couldn't help but dislike the idea as a whole::

Great idea, why don't we have the pacifist plan the attacks... How about the pacifist whom has spent a good period of time as friends with many of our opponents... If you are serious Alpha how about you delay your trip and walk into a trap. I find Thanatos' loyalty in such a fashion questionable at best... Even so I doubt he'd take the duty as he is trying to dodge it.

Clearly though... Thanatos you have more in you then i thought you would. Though I wouldn't suspect a rematch to be a good idea...

This is nearly exactly my point. We need to focus on these threats and eliminate any of them which serve a threat to the safety of anyone within the citadel...

"Pacifist..." The word was more of a whisper to himself than anything else. Thanatos started to wonder just what he believed he would do in the case of an attack at that moment.

Tyr's comment sent Zeno into a roaring laughter. It was just too much for the bot, to hear those words spoken by Tyr.

"Oh sweet mother of god, did Tyr just say that?" blurted out Zeno, continuing to laugh. Eventually, he found it within himself to calm down enough and turn to the vampire, speaking in retort: "You really are BZZTing hypocrite aren't you. I'll trust Thanatos with my life any day of the week over you! Yeah, so what if he's got pals on the other side. He has even more incentive to keep the fights to a minimal than we do. Hell, he's got a family here who he's spent the last YEAR looking after. What I find really ironical about you... is the fact that YOU won't even lift a finger to save your own best friend!"

"That's quite enough, Zenogais," Mastema interjected.

Zeno responded in a cordial manner. "Yes sir, sorry sir, but I couldn't help myself when I hear that kind of BZZT about Than's disloyalty from an overzealous punk. And yes, Tyr, I'm probably an overzealous punk too.

"Even so; Himura brings up a point which I will again bring up later, and I hope to have more developed on that later. Himura, have you anything more to add?"

Thanatos was still pondering over other things. Zeno had said it too well: it'd been almost an entire year, three-fourths to be more precise, since he'd been outside of the citadel, since he returned from Hathus. What had happened to the Black Company in that time? Had Phia really been kidnapped, as Draeken said? And Kaiori...... the precious person who he'd held closer than anyone in his past..... what had become of her after Hathus? It had been even more than a year since he had last embraced her, talked to her, and just been happy with her. It couldn't wait any longer once this conference was over. Proto would be able to fill in for him. He no longer felt the will to stay in the citadel.

*So what was wrong with being a pacifist? Nana pondered the thought over in the back of her mind. She was still unusually calm, and had appeared to have gone unnoticed in the spectrum of emotions at the table. It was no matter, as long as everyone was able to speak, get their ideas and concerns out on the table and discussed openly, then it was fine. Nana had already shared an idea with Mastema before the conference, anything else she had in mind was likely minor and could wait. If she felt the need to say something more, about one of the presentations, then in all due time it would happen. For now hower, simply listening and assessing were the goals. That and tending the children as best she could.... which wasn't easy since she wasn't yet mobile*

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*Speaking of the children, by now Trilla was seated flatly on the floor, leaning toward the throne. She still wasn't happy, and it appeared as if tears were at a constant crecent on the edge of her red eyes. If it wasn't one thing that was bothering her, then it was another. Trilla since her infant days did seem to be the most emotional, or emotionally unstable of the three. It was something she would need to learn to control, or repress later in life. Being too emotional was just as bad as its opposite*

Trilla: crying .........

*Eecheb was watching Thanatos, Zenogais and Tyrsais. Thus far, they had been the most entertainning, durring the slower and boring parts of the conference. Eecheb's tail would lightly tap the top of his chair cusion, in interest. Micha remained as he always did, now staring at the spot three inches infront of him on the table; interesting stuff to be sure. Tyrsais was likely waiting for questions now, but none would be had from Nana or the children*

Eecheb: o____o

Micha: . . .