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Zeo: "My name is Zeo Aeterna, I come from Medina, I'm traveling and at the same time, I offered my services as a swordsman"

Zeo could notice Karis' disruption, he wasn't sure how to proceed, she was a witness of how her kind was attacked, on the other hand, the Captain had agreed not to harm the Mystics, Zeo takes the chance with he introduction of Rassandre and approaches Karis, whispering

Zeo: "I know it's not pleasant, I'm sorry you had to be witness of that, I can only imagine how you must feel..."

Eric Lecarde: "I suppose we can save the formal greetings for later, for now, we must head to Fiona's Shrine, we can see it from here, in there, we can get some rest and refreshments, I intend to learn more from this fascinating weapon of yours, Lady Sara"

The Captain smiles at Sara.

Eric Lecarde: "Before I became a Captain of the Military, I was in the Weapon Development Program, so I find your design intriguing, I wish to see my mistakes and correct them, yours has more power than my designs would ever have, so I conclude there must be something I must be doing incorrectly"

He then directs himself at the party.

Eric Lecarde: "I don't believe there would be any problems if we welcome anyone, so let us go together to Fiona Shrine, we will be a lot safer that way"

With the Captain ahead, the party resumes its way to Fiona's Shrine, in a few minutes, they were before Fiona's Shrine, a majestic structure that would forever pay tribute to the kind spirit that made it possible for the forest to flourish once again, Captain Lecarde steps ahead and knocks on the door, a few seconds later, the door opens, Sister Luz receives the party.

Sister Luz: "Eric! Kind Light, it is so good to see you! And you have brought guests! Please, come on in, and make yourselves at home, get some rest!"

Sister Luz calls the other nuns to help them receive the guests, she recognizes Rassandre and she smiles kindly at her.

Sister Luz: "Goodness gracious, Rassandre! You look radiant! Ever since Sir Bael's visit it's been as if you were transformed into someone else!"

Eric Lecarde: "Sir Bael?"

Sister Luz: "Why yes! He's a Knight at the service of King Guardia, his family christened him just as one of the heroes from the middle ages! Excuse me for a moment, Eric, I must make sure there's nothing missing in the kitchen, please, make yourself at home!"

Sister Luz leaves rapidly, while Captain Lecarde meditates, there was something he didn't like.

Eric Lecarde: "I've been over Guardia Castle over 5 times already... I don't recall any knights under that name..."

Sara was embarissed by the Captians interest in her toy. Back home, she was told it was a lost cause, that because of magic and Lavos, no one would ever need such weapons. The thought of home still stung her heart, but she tried to keep her head up as they got to the shrine.

She found a corner to sit in and started to dismantle her homeade rifle. She was homesick, so much had happened that she didn't think about it until now.

Rassandre smiled and recognized the authoritative of the second man who spoke, not only by his matching uniform to those soldiers that were present but also by the air of deference that the others had for him. When he urged the party forward she fell into step behind them, listening only slightly to the various conversations whirring about. She felt trouble stirring within her at the sight of the travelers, the ones that she was certain now were the ones she was meant to travel with. The trouble was that she was certain that she was not the only one who recognized them.

She dismissed the feeling as they approached the shrine, its now familiar walls of stone and grand wooden doors appearing out of the clearing of woods before them. A warm smile was once more present as she was greeted graciously by Sister Luz and she moved aside to allow the party to better disperse and find hospitality in the shrine.

But as she watched them all find their own means of resting and relaxing she felt the troubling feeling intensify. Quickly finding an opening in the hustle and bustle that was new to the quiet shrine she slipped out of one of the shrine's side doors and sought out the peace of the small clearing she had spent so much time in the past weeks. With an exhalation of breath she seated herself with her staff across her lap, running her hands up and down the smoothly cared for wood as she calmed herself and tried to be rid of the pressure upon her mind.

He saw them. He knew who they were. That did not bode well for her, after all these weeks he had become almost a nightmare that she had been rid of. Of course she knew this day would come eventually but now that it was here that foreknowledge did not bring her any ease. She could feel his impatience rising, his thirst for action after all of this waiting, and she felt her own body go cold with the recognition of his presence.



Vox stood abruptly from the seat the girl had rested on only a moment before, marching with the determination of a soldier amongst his column as he passed back through the side door and into the shrine. His eyes, darker than Rassandre's own, did not perceive anything but the tall, pale guardsman Lecarde. He was standing on his own mulling over something or another and so, discreetly, Vox maneuvered past his men and the travelers to stand near him.

The Enlightened one knew that his presence was discomforting for those around him, the glances he received when he passes those Earthbound ones here and there told him enough to know that despite their limitations they were capable of sensing the disrupted energies about him and Rassandre, the convergence of the two souls in one body created enough of an anomaly that even without a higher knowledge of magica or science, their instincts alerted them to the incongruity. He was of course as unconcerned with their discomfort as he was for the timid girl he now shared a body with. It pained her when he had taken control so swiftly, her restrained knowledge making it all too easy for him to master the control switch now that he had had the time to rest.

When Lecarde looked up from his own meditation at Vox/Rassandre's approach Vox spoke with a voice unlike Rassandre's warm spirited lilt. It was devoid of a friendliness and was instead ample with an air of authority and confidence akin to Lecarde's own speech.

"I will travel with your party to the bridge. I am returning to Truce and it would be safer for me to be a part of this group as it travels to the Festival."

Zeo smiles when he sees Karis sitting beside him, he looks at the Sister

Zeo: "Sister, everything she gets charge it to me, it's my treat"

The Sister smiles as she goes back to the kitchen to get some food for her, he was having a plate of meat and a jar of ale

Zeo: "You know, it's the first time I travel with a Mystic as well, my grampa told me much about your culture, and when he saw me interested, he lent me some books he wrote himself, about tales and traditions, I do not lie when I say that I think you're more evolved than humans in many things, I understand it can be very hard to be out of Medina, especially with the things going on... You'll find that there are many understanding humans out there, just give yourself some time"

The Sister returns with Karis' food and smiles at her

Sister: "Here you go! I hope you enjoy it, if you want some more, please, don't hesitate to ask for more!"

Zeo smiles as the Sister places the plate in front of Karis and gets to his own plate, after a few seconds, he looks at the rest of the party

Zeo: "It's a very interesting party, don't you think? Everyone seems to have a different interest to travel, and we are all in the same place at the same time..."

At that moment, Zeo notices how Rassandre approaches Captain Lecarde and seems to confront him, he remains in silence, looking at the scene and how the Captain was replying to Rassandre's sudden harsh words, but then, he sensed something else within her, he stands up, still looking at her, as he whispers

Zeo: "There's... Something wrong... It's not her anymore... It's someone else"

Vox's dark eyes narrowed as he regarded the Captain's determined posture, his eyes meeting Vox's defiantly and unblinking. For the second time since waking up in Rassandre's limited body Vox felt his anger rise at the helplessness he felt in the face of a challenge. Had this Eartbound one dared to behave so boldly, and had Vox been in his rightful body, there would have been no contest between the two of them. Vox felt what color was left in Rassandre's face drain in a silent rage, he also felt what he was sure was Rassandre attempting to rebel against him. She was appalled at the thought of offending this man and even more dreadful of what Vox might do for, just as he could sense her emotions she too could sense his.

Outraged, Vox continued to meet the Captain's eyes until slowly his demeanor changed to a menacing mischievousness. A smirk crept up ever so slightly as the Enlightened one calmed and reminded himself of the importance of rationality. He wanted to travel with this man, if only for the sake of engaging himself with those he protected, and so it would only be self-defeating to continue being so aggressive.

With some difficulty Vox forced himself to relax, to dismiss the tenseness that had crept up into Rassandre's body during his anger, and adopt a dismissive posture.

"Of course dear Captain," It was almost a sneer, the way he emphasized the rank as it rolled of the tongue, "but where have my manners gone. I would appreciate your protection ever so much as I travel to Truce, if you would only be so gracious to grant it."

If anything betrayed the falsity of Vox's politeness it was his eyes, dark grey stormy eyes that could not hide the hatred and the rage he felt as he was forced to humble himself before an Enlightened one. The Scholar longed for the pristine halls of his beloved floating city, the rightful segregation of those like himself between those like the Captain, a world where this impudence would not have been rewarded. But even in that longing Vox knew that if he was to get back to that city, to his own time, then he would have to adapt.