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Alihi laughed softly. "Yeah, because you seem pretty capable of hurting yourself... and I don't want you hurt anymore."
She smiled lightly. "Not a problem, Abel..."

Abel smiled at Alihi, as she got up to go check on other people. "See you later...." Abel waited a little while, before he spoke again, so that she wouldn't hear him. "Can I... have my shirt back...?!"

[it ends for now, I'm afraid.]

((This isn't in present time, it's just a recap to show what the heck I was doing all this time. XD;; ))

An old, possibly moldy towel was stuffed unceremoniously into a crack in the barrel with a few quick hand jabs. "Hmm..." Janaff brought a hand to his chin and tilted his head, admiring the progress of his clean-up. It was just about over- the floor and windowsills were cleared of the random abandoned merchandise and bits of moth-eaten curtains that had populated it prior to his intervention- now, all that was left was getting the mess of crates and barrels out of the way.
"Hup-" The youthful-faced laguz lifted one of the said barrels with relative ease and carried it towards the wall- the average hawk was not particularly strong muscles-wise compared to the average cat or lion, but they were still impressive compared to humans. Now to put this down here, and... perfect.

About an hour later, not only was everything arranged in perfect order, but the entire room had been dusted and a makeshift bed kidnapped from another place in the house. The room was far from immaculate, but at least it was habitable. Kind of comfy, actually. Especially after getting rid of all that dust. After all, it wouldn't be healthy for a young chick such as Vah to live in a dir-
"THE TIME!" Janaff suddenly exclaimed as he remembered the party again- he'd gotten far too carried away with fixing up the room. [It was far from his first time doing such a thing as well- he'd done it for himself and for Tibarn before. ...What can I say? Birds have a strangely compelling nest-building instinct...]

The hawk ran to the window and bent outside, only to see that the lights had not only started, but the party had gone on for quite some while- he could hear quite the cacophony of noise as he tilted his ears towards the place, and parties only got that loud after everyone had the time to get into the atmosphere. Okay, this was bad. He needed a costume, and fast.

"Gaah, how could I let myself do this?! Okay, okay, costume..." After walking around in circles frantically a few times, it came to him- he'd just go in his hawk form! He'd achieved halfshift not too long ago, and therefore could hold it for the entire party's duration.
But then again, he'd prefer having hands to eat things with. Bah, he'd just go as is. There were only two hawks here after all- wings would be special enough.

Climbing onto the windowsill he leaped, transforming in a bright flash of green light and soaring upwards towards the place of celebration. The air was unusually frigid... for some reason, as he approached, he felt a sense of foreboding drain away his enthusiasm. Looking down below, he could perceive conflict- could it be? An... attack! Tibarn, Vah, their allies- they were all down there! He folded his wings and dove as fast as he could- stretching out his talons in preparation for a fight. But before he could even enter attack range, a wall of fire, wind and electricity suddenly englobed the area, making entry impossible. A shriek of fury sounded across the empty sky and the hawk attempted to push through, but he only managed to singe his feathers before he was propelled backwards by the wind. It was pointless.

Devastated, he could merely circle the area from above a few times in silent rage and worry before hearing a sudden rise of voices from Fefga's house. Did they teleport? Janaff hesitated between staying here to attempt to find an opening and returning to possibly find information about what had happened- but the wall did not look as if it would let up any time soon. He turned back towards the house, expecting the worse... if he could do nothing else, then he would help tend to the wounded.

Breathe in. Breathe out.
The tactician sighed, regaining her composure.
"Okay, that was embarrassing..." She murmured to herself, deciding to go and look out a window.

"Greetings, Miss Mika." Sue said to the Shaman politely.

"JANAFF YOU TURKEY YOU'RE FIRED."

[...and that's all I've got. Working on a wig, it's taking up a lot of my motor skills. >>;]

Pent stirred a little and opened his eyes. How much time had passed...A few hours or a few days? He wasn't sure but it seemed like eternity since his body was stiff from sleeping so long. "Good..uh...day everyone." Pent said as he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He sat up on the couch and noticed the Elfire book on the floor and he quickly picked it up, closed it, and returned it to its place inside his vest. "Sorry I'm a messy guest." He looked apologetic to the group.

Matthew again entered the Fefga house, but this time he tried a little harder to make his presence known to the residents. He couldn't say that he felt comfortable about doing this, as he normally so avoided such things.
So with a few loud knocks on the door, he merrily let himself in, trying to cause as much reasonable noise as possible.
Hey guys! I've got some questions I was hoping someone could answer!