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Today's to-do list had only one, very important thing that needed taking care of. The Miss Taken Tower, the last damn training course Peyton needed to complete in order to get her specialist patch from Allan. It should have been done by now, but her life had been a little more on the busy side as of late, and it had been easy to push it back again and again, but no more. It needed doing, and it was time to just dive in and do it.

...And perhaps she wouldn't have to do it alone.

The Sun paused on her way to the course, attention snagged by a familiar(ish) face she hadn't actually seen in a few weeks now. There was a moment of indecision, of debating if she should call out to him, then she was smiling shifting her trajectory just slightly so it'd place her directly in his path. "Lukas." While their first meeting hadn't ended on perfect terms, it had not ended badly, either. At least she hadn't thought so. "You busy?" Her tone, while sweet as sugar, didn't leave a whole lot of wiggle room to refuse her.

If she noticed the slight flinch or the wariness in his features and posture before pale eyes landed on her, Peyton didn't show it. However the smile she'd been wearing did hike up at the line, pleased despite how very corny it was. Corny was just fine. "Well that's good to know," she mused, making a metal note, but doing so in an obvious sort of way--a certain twinkle in lavender eyes, the slight twitch of her lips or subtle tilt of her head.

"I've got to clear a training course, and a little pleasant company would make it that much more tolerable." She didn't mine courses, honestly, but she had heard Mist was a pain in the a**. A delightful compilation of all the other courses combined.

"How about it?"

"Well, I get the pleasure of your wonderful company to make an otherwise arduous task enjoyable." The smile brightened. She might have been laying it on a little thick with that, but ******** it.

"You," she pointed a finger at him, leaning forward with a smirk. "Let's see." A thoughtful him as she looked up at him, head tilting. "A home cooked meal, maybe? Unless there's something else you want. I can be very geberous." Not that he didn't already know that.

"And runic tech if you make it to the end. That always comes in handy."

"If that's what you want." The Sun's shoulders twitched up in a small, easy shrug before she started walking, Lukas falling into step beside her. "what, do you need a chaperon or something?" Not unusual. They didn't like trainees heading off on their own, at least not at first.

As they reached the tower that was the Mist training course the girl gave a low whistle. "This is going to be a pain in the a**." Red runes flashed as she summoned, but before she pushed open the door she looked back at him, smiling. "Can't back out now though," They had a deal. If she had to suffer through this she wasn't doing it alone.

The first stage was Sun, but then Peyton knew that. She may not have attempted this course before, but she'd definitely done her homework on it. Shadowlings stirred as she stepped into the chamber, and as one they turned, rushing towards her.

There was the sound of multiple impacts stacked nearly on top of each other, then a puff as huge chunk of the little beasties vanished, dissipating into Fear particles.

Lavender eyes snapped back in alarm at the sounds of a struggle, and Peyton sucked in a breath through her teeth as small, swarming bodies rose up in a wave against Lukas. Maaaaaybe she would have warned him about what he was walking into. Maybe.

Moving quickly, she took a hard swing at the wall of shadowlings swarming around Lukas to give him an opening to slip through, then she was moving ahead once again to clear a path.

She offered an apologetic smile. "If you want two favors, that's fine." If he wanted three that'd be fine too. Peyton was just grateful for the company.

Climbing higher, the Sun made a face as she realized what their next task would be. Here, at least, Lukas would have an advantage. This was the Death course--well, this was a version of the Death course. They were in his wheel house now.

"Watch your step," was tossed at him over her shoulder as she headed out across the floor. In the actual Death course you did this in golems. Peyton wondered if the traps in this version would be less all out deadly. Probably not. She kept moving slowly forward until her eyes snapped to the tile directly in front of her. It looked...off. Slightly raised, crooked maybe. Tsking softly, the Sun marked the tile with a flag.

"Little bit," she agreed, watching the pillar of flames as it sputtered and died out. Her tone suggested she wasn't exactly surprised to see it, more resigned than anything else.

Turning back towards the exit, she pursed her lips as she considered the tiles in front of her. There weren't many, this was a much smaller course than the actual Death course. She wondered if a mad dash across the finish line wasn't the best option here.

She rocked on her heels, weighing her options, and then just went for it. Speed was on her side, she across the small gap of tiles in the blink of the eye, unsure if she'd picked a safe past, or moved so quickly she'd managed to not trigger anymore traps.