Making an Appearance

Leylin Farlier was not a man whose name was extremely well known across the land but given enough time he could be someone mentioned in passing, assuming he had spent enough time in a certain area. Although he wasn't the type for splendor or glory, having a reputation is what makes living in the world easier from day to day life, regardless of what type of personality it was. It was for that reason that Leylin had decided to become a part of the West Fiore Trading Company, because they were known throughout the lands for a plethora of reasons and it would give him a chance to actually rise in name and title. Of course, there was a dark secret that the man hid when it came to his preferred activities, hiding under the guise of Blood Rogue when it came to taking on darker kind of mission. It was during that time he had heard about something called the Black Sails and, while there was never any information directly connecting the two guilds, he had to go out on a limb to see if this was the location he was looking for. A guild that would allow him to play to both sides of his person was exactly what he was looking for, though he would have to keep his darker habits hidden from everyone so that his ruse would not be completely blown.

The boat that Leylin had taken to get to the area was small and mostly used for transporting small cargo, having made a deal with the owner of the boat to protect it on the way over for a free ride. Thankfully the man had been reasonable and it didn't cause Leylin to have to make any drastic decisions when it came to getting here, as well as not having to come directly out of pocket. The boat that he had taken was not from the guild and as such had come up to the visitors, the Mage nodding his thanks to the boat owner once they docked and heading up the ports. There was no denying just how heavily guarded all of this truly was as his oceanic blue hues scanned the area before his feet would finally touch on solid ground.

It was here that the man addressed his current attire and situation, his right hand was wrapped around the center of his large wooden staff that was covered within a series of fancy and complicated runes. Hidden on the back of his waist was a blasting rod that was made of the same material, a sheathed blade on the his right hip, and a small black bag that was hanging from his other hip that contained some type of secret tool. His attire was a silk outfit that gave off a more royal aura from the man, although his blood was not of the same type, and his face exuded a fair amount of charm and wisdom for someone his age. Calmly did he make the stroll towards the Trading Company's HQ and would approach with a heavy amount of confidence but carrying no arrogance in his movements. Traveling up the large marble steps he admired the craftsmanship of everything, as well as the memorial that was on the way. He gently tipped his head in respect to the monument as he walked, eventually making his way up to the large Mahogany Doors that stopped him from starting his new life. With a soft breath and mustering up his strength... Leylin opened the doors and pushed inside.

It had been somewhat tricky for Yona Hisamori to endear herself to one of the chefs in the mess hall for the Trading Company. The guild chefs were competent and well trained, using premium soil and having the kitchen help water the herb and vegetable garden on the daily. The fresh herbs, spices and vegetables is what made the food so particularly delicious. And no matter how Yona had searched, the areas closest to the guild had fairly acidic soils, rocky and well suited for some but not all verdure growth. She needed better soil and access inside of the guild would be acutely helpful. If Yona just had access to a small garden indoors, she could practice her magic, grow her plants, and test various components out.

The nineteen year old had tried her female charm, she had tried politeness, and finally she had threatened him with force. The middle aged man had calmly insisted on her departure and threatened on calling a VP to his aid if she persisted. The green haired woman obviously wanted no part of trouble with her guild and feeling spiteful that the chef would refuse her request to borrow part of his garden, she had taken special note of the small silver nametag on his chest reading 'Benvolio'. The guy had to be around his thirties and so likely in good health, judging by his eyes and skin.

Yona had bribed some of the kitchen help into talking to her about Ben's likes and dislikes. Yona pleaded innocent, bringing flowers in her arms to ask the kitchen hands for suggestions. Does he like sunflowers? Does he like lillies? How about lavender? Baby's breath? Yona's probing had led her unwittingly to useful information: Chef Benvolio was highly allergic to lavender. Apparently not enough to cause death, but his hives were extremely uncomfortable, the sweats and nausea made it hard to stand around all day, and his last symptom usually involved bouts of blackouts as his body tried to recover on its own. The kitchen hands knew about it well enough to avoid having it in the kitchen altogether.

This is what led Yona, feeling mischievous and vengeful to play a trick on ol' Ben. It was child's play really, the sort of thing a boarding school girl might do to a teacher that had failed her. It was mean, of course, but it was not deadly and was only the same sort of action perhaps a bully might do. Like itching powder in someone's drawers or exploding blue dye that stained the arms and hands for a week, Yona's perception of what followed was that of an overall harmless prank. She had crept into the mess hall for an extra early breakfast and some coffee, carrying a bouquet of wildflowers, an array of purple irises and pale lady's slipper, and splashes here and there of lavender. Of course, nobody paid her any mind, a beautiful woman toting flowers was memorable but not suspicious after all. She went to the kitchen and found a few kitchen hands around busy doing prep work. Benvolio was nowhere to be seen. Yona slipped into the backroom where chef hats and coats were hung up at the end of the day. Yona grabbed a single sprig of lavender and crushed it in her hands: the dust, pollen, and petals of the light lavender flowers were then rubbed and pressed into the seams of the chef hat and the seams of the chef coat belonging to Benvolio. With all the smells erupting out of the kitchen, garlic, onions and baking bread dough, the light scent of lavender was lost and hidden away.

Yona left the mess hall, still carrying the bouquet of the flowers, looking for a clever way to dispose of them. That was when she saw it: a male with dark long hair in the entrance of the guild. He looked handsome, well-dressed and so she assumed he was a client. Why not hand the flowers off to him, welcoming him into the guild and providing excellent customer service- or something like that. Yona headed towards the man in silk clothing and handed him the bouquet with a broad smile and a bow. "Welcome to the West Fiore Trading Company, come on in! Would you like a drink? Are you meeting our President Cirven or one of our VPs? I can find them for you," Yona expressed in a helpful and professional tone. To anyone else, she looked like a helpful guild member, adorned in the white uniform she had been growing used to. At least for the last twenty minutes, half an hour or so, she had been scot-free from punishment for the prank and now she was getting rid of evidence to connect her to the crime.

That was when a loud yelling and cursing could be heard coming from the mess hall, the breakfast crowd gathering and scurrying about swiftly enough that the skirmish could be heard from the guild doors. Yona swallowed discreetly, offering her charismatic grin still. "N-nothing to worry about, I am sure they'll handle that."

"What exactly is this ?" Johann mumbled under his breath, staring down onto the plate before him. It was his usual breakfast, that much was true, but it tasted nothing like what the Vice President had come to enjoy greatly in his morning routine. His eggs were soft boiled, not hard boiled, and that alone was enough to practically disgust him. Where he preferred his bread lightly toasted this was almost black, the sausage was coarsely-ground and the beans undercooked. The old man sighed, leaning back in his chair and throwing his head back, his grey right and his red left eye pointed at the ceiling of the mess hall, a vein on his temple visibly swelling in anger. This was not something that Ben, a personal friend of the Vice President, had cooked, he was more than certain. But it couldn't be helped, everyone would be sick every now and again, and he'd have to live with the fact that his food would be prepared by someone other than the only cook he trusted with his precise orders. After all, there was little in the world Johann enjoyed more than a great meal, and little that could get him more angry than a day without breakfast. He would investigate further.

The Vice President of the West Fiore Trading Company had started his day like he always did, waking in his living quarters at an early hour, earlier than the majority of his guild mates, at least, standing before his mirror to inspect his neatly arranged guild uniform, this day deciding on a formal white shirt, a grey vest above, a grey tie and a pair of expensive, white silk pants, his company pin tucked into the left chest pocket above his heart. Additionally he tied the two rapiers he called his own to his belt, put the 2 amulets, one in the shape of a black cross and the other an amber on a silver chain, around his neck and put on his white, runed gloves. Thoroughly equipped he left his room, locking the door behind himself before turning around to head to his office to sign the most urgent of paperwork before breakfast, reminiscing the bygone days of not too long ago where all of the guilds paperwork would find its way onto his desk for one reason or the other, glad that they had found a new Vice President who, much to Johann's appreciation, would also try his best to combat the unending flood of letters, forms and papers that had to be signed, stamped or written up. He left his office for the mess hall a good 30 minutes later, arriving at what seemed to be a place more hectic than usual, the kitchen staff and waiters looking rather nervous for a reason unknown to the VP. He had ordered the usual, and like that, the plate with his breakfast arrived a couple minutes later, as always.

Johann stood up from the chair at one of the tables in the back of the mess hall, with firm, yet calm steps making his way over to the kitchen, greeting the occasional member of mess hall staff before pushing open a door behind a counter and entering the kitchen, without delay spotting someone who was at least dressed like a chet, but who he had never seen before, standing at an oven, looking around hectically as he seemed to struggle with finding kitchen tools. Johann approached the young man, he was a blonde, relatively tall and slim figure, and without much chit chat, asked the other directly "I have never seen you around before ? May I ask you who you are and what happened to Ben ?" the other turned around, the visibly nervous smile on his face looking like someone had caught him with the hand in the cookie jar before stuttering out a response "M-my name is M-Mercutio. I'm playing the p-pinch-hitter for Benvolio. It looks like he had an allergy attack and collapsed just half an hour ago and -" The Vice President raised his hand "Ah, I see. I won't disturb your work then, thank you for the information boy, good luck", the other hastily answering simply with "T-Thanks" before turning back to his kitchen duties, an aura of incompetence oozing from him as he struggled to orient himself.

Johann, hiding his boiling anger behind a false expression of friendly calm, refused to give the botched breakfast even one more thought, leaving the untouched meal on his table before heading out of the mess hall and back to the entrance hall. It was weird, there was only one thing that Ben was allergic against, severely so, which was lavender, but he always made sure that there were no flowers or the like in his kitchen, meaning someone must've mishandled something or ... . Suddenly and with the momentum of a freight train it hit the normally calm and collected Vice President who, with the same vein on his temple swelling up again, remembered a brief conversation he had with Ben about Yona Hisamori, one of the Company's relatively newer employees, and how she tried everything to get the cook to allow her some of the kitchens garden space. Naturally, the middle aged man had declined, much to the alleged dismay of the green haired woman. Johann had shrugged it off, telling his friend that that's just how she was, to be a little more lenient with her and inform him directly if she'd make trouble again. If what Johann was thinking was true ...

He turned right and, lo and behold, there was Yona, close to the huge mahogany front doors of the HQ building with a bunch of flowers in her hands, hastily handing them off to a stranger who seemed to have arrived just moments earlier. Johann, keeping up a friendly smile, making an effort to hide his emotions, slowly made his way over to the two before placing his hand on Yona's shoulder and greeting her with a friendly tone "Good morning, Ms. Hisamori, I hope you had a good night ?" while more sinister thoughts were rushing through his head at the very same moment "because if it's true it will be the last night you ever had", "Oh, and who are you, my friend ? Where are my manners, may I introduce myself. Johann von Weiss, Vice President of the West Fiore Trading Company, at your service" he addressed the man next to her before raising his right hand to his shoulder and giving him a respectful bow all while thinking "I swear I'm gonna kill this green haired brat", "Oh, I see you've already given our guest a warm welcome, Ms. Hisamori" while pointing at the flowers "You're so lucky, girl ...". "Purple iris, pale lady's slipper and, oh, even Lavender, how nice, may I ?" ... "... because if this guy wasn't here I would destroy you", now leaning forward, his face hovering over the bouquet for just a second as he took a deep breath, his left eye turning completely black as he did so, a shining, crimson red pupil sitting in its middle, his senses explosively heightening, surpassing even the abilities of slayers. "A wonderful smell, is it not ?" ... "Her hands smell of lavender before all the other flowers", he asked the other two with a still friendly smile, his left eye still shining in its unnatural colours, giving Yona a piercing stare before turning his attention to the newcomer "So, what brings you here, are you a new client ? Or is there something I can help you with ?" ... "You will curse the day of your birth when I'll be done with you, Yona Hisamori !".

1st C rank Job WC: 1,278

Adalinda's day had started off pretty late. She had slept in after a night of training majority of the day, and she was planning on training herself more when she woke up. She had quickly jumped out of her bed, downed a bottle of ale as she tried to shove her pants on, nearly falling down during the process due to tangling her feet up in the pant legs, and her bandage on her leg getting caught in a buckle. She had quickly recovered and was able to get her brown pants on rather quickly after that and throws on a white tank top. She wasn't going to dirty up her uniform while training. The mage's bright blue eyes glance over to the white shirt she had on a rack with the blue trim on it. "Should bring it just in case..." She mutters to herself, throwing the shirt on over her tank top, not buttoning it up, and made sure the pin was still just under her left collar, in plain sight for all to see, as she shoved her feet in her boots.

On her way to the entrance of the company, her stomach had growled rather loudly, and she makes a face. "Quick bite and then head to the magic training hall." She tells herself as she makes a fist, determined to make herself stronger yet. She still had people to challenge, couldn't let them down by being a weakling. That wasn't allowed in her book. She had slipped by Yona and a newcomer, giving a slightly informal salute to them as she grins and goes to the mess hall, right when the yelling and cursing occurred. Adalinda goes in rather quickly and goes to investigate. Food got the better of her though as she snatched a few apples to munch on, finding it to be delectable as she makes her way out of the mess hall, kind of forgetting about the yelling from before as she was thinking with her stomach. She came out a bit later, after eating a good few apples and some overcooked bacon. She was rather unimpressed by the quality of the food today, but shrugged it off as she didn't care. When she was back in the reception area, she spies Johann talking to Yona and the stranger by the entrance.

She had a feeling something was going on, and glances to the couple extra apples tucked in her arm as she walks over to them. She had noticed the Vice Presidents eye going black, and figured something was up. She knew they tried to keep an image about, and walks up slowly, clearing her throat. "I know this isn't my place to say so... but maybe we can make room for others to come through the entrance without accidentally walking into Yona, and..." She looks to the new person. She was actually struggling to speak slightly formal. She had completely forgotten that her shirt wasn't buttoned up, letting her tank top be exposed. "Sorry, your name is?" She runs her free hand through her hair. She had slightly started to debate on asking either of the two to train with her again, test out her magic, but she wasn't sure with the atmosphere around them.

The demon let out a deep breath, each step feeling wobbled and uncertain. He had just done something more grueling then any amount of claywork, which felt so zen to do anyway... or wine making, which felt very relaxing in it's own right. The doctors at the hospital wanted him to work there, it seemed like he knew more about medicine than he had given himself credit for... but there was an issue. A large looming issue for him and to them, he had no idea how to use any modern equipment and he had to work on that. It was hell, he hated it, modern equipment was so hard to learn. Why were they so h- well, actually it'd probably what happens after thousands of years but- but he didn't like it! Still, he was doing it because he wanted to work there, wanted to help people, and in the long run it was part of his goal in life of becoming a doctor. If he had wanted to get away with a lack of knowledge in modern things, then he should have tried soo- well, scrap that. No matter when or where it was tried, sooner or later he would have had to modernize. But now he was done with that for today. Part of him didn't want to ever go back, but that part was squished as he knew it was just cranky exhaustion. In any case, he wanted to go and cook, or watch people be happy, or feed people. For some reason, those sort of things were very soothing, possibly all those years working as a waiter and a bartender.

This, it felt was a possibility after walking in the building. He narrowly avoided walking into someone new, walking around them. There were a few people here. This was good. For some reason it reminded him of something, but oh well. "Hello everyone, I see a new face? Hello to you. Would anyone care for a good meal or something nice to drink? To me, not many things are more enjoyable than a group of people happily enjoying a meal."

One of the doors at the back of the hall burst outward, pouring smoke and sparks into the entrance hall. Kyran did a reverse somersault that he popped up out of with a deranged laugh. He clapped his hands as he watched the smoke pour out of the doorway. "Ahaha! Fantastic! Now lightning!" He clapped once and pointed at the ceiling. When they failed to zap him, he wilted. That wasn't the fun he wanted to have. "Why?! Why did you fail me, my beauties?! We coud have had so much fun together!" He turned to see nearly every eye on him in the hall. Kyran giggled and waved excitedly. "You're all doing a wonderful job!" Spotting the newcomer by the door, Kyran skipped his way over.

"Oooo looks like a newbie." Kyran said excitedly, leaning in close to the dark newcomer. He sniffed and made a small face before hopping to the other side and sniffing again. If the man looked at him, he would notice that Kyran's eyes were a deep green color with the pupil of a toad. Kyran nodded when he finished sniffing the man's other side. He stepped up next to the man. "Looks like Yona is about to get in trouble!" Kyran stage whispered conspiratorially behind his hand. The strange mage took a second to look around the group gathered at the entrance.

Spotting Adalinda, Kyran leapt away from the new mage. "Ada! Baby, how are you doing?" He swept around her, swatting her ass. "Keeping in shape, I see. Kyran dashed away giggling madly from any retribution Adalinda might try. He ended up next to Johann and Yona. Kyran snapped to attention, throwing a salute at Johann. "Captain Crazy Eye sir! Reporting for duty, Crazy Eye!" Kyran spun in place, his arms above his head, his hands clasped together. When he stopped, he tapped Yona's nose with a finger "Yona! I simply adore your work. Like oh my gods gurl, it is an inspiration! You have to show me all you know!"

Kyran gasped as he caught sight of Haraka. He bounded over and grabbed Haraka's hands. "Blue Boy! Cousin! It is so good to see you again. Seriously man, you have to stop disappearing on me. We need to catch up find things out about each other! Maybe even pick up some ladies!" Kyran turned toward the group gathered at the doors. "What do you know? There are some ladies right here! Yona and Ada, I mean. Johann is definitely a dude. Not sure about the new guy though. You can pick him up, blue boy! I can handle the two firecrackers over here. Well after Johann is done with Yona. Cause she's in trouuuuuble!" Kyran clapped, spinning in place once again. The day was still new! There was so much mischief to do!

Leylin had been a man who hid his darker tendencies from the world and even if he ended up a part of the guild, he planned to do the same even with his comrades in arms but even so there was nothing that could have prepared him for the turn of events within the Guild's greeting hall. No, as there was noise from the kitchen area it had gotten the man's attention and then he found his deep colored hues suddenly locking onto the visage of a young woman. And seeing her stole the air that was in his lungs, causing the rogue to feel lightheaded for a series of moments. Maybe to the onlooker it would seem like he was entranced by her beauty but there was something much more important that had caught his attention and it was the vibrant green shade of her hair. Within only a single moment he felt like a boy who had just reached manhood, years ago when he had first taken a long stride down his current path of life, living on a dual-sided coin.

He had known a man with the same colored hair, who he had gone to for help but in the end nothing came of it but the end of that man and his family... Or at least, that was what Leylin had thought. No, impossible... He thought to himself as the ringing in his ears faded quickly and his attention was redirected to the woman's words as she spoke to him. By the time he was back in their conversation, he had unconsciously taken the flowers from the woman and was holding them in his right hand and trying to recover from the lingering stare in an attempt to make it less obvious,"Ah, I don't actually have a meeting, no. I'm here to try and join the Trading Company. Thank you for your warm welcome, and the flowers~" Although Yona had been offering her own grin, Leylin would return it as well in a gesture that only complimented his features before someone else joined the fray, coming from the same direction that Yona had come from.

This was a well dressed older man who came and placed a hand on Yona's shoulder, uttering a name that he was sure had burned to the ground. Hisamori..? Perhaps it was easy for him accept that people had different colored hair but the idea of her also sharing his last name was... Unspeakable. If anything, hearing him utter the name was enough to cause Leylin's eyes to leave the older man and fall back onto Yona's face, scanning it in detail and this time making no attempt to hide it. The more details he took in, he could faintly make out their resemblance and a part of his blood started to boil but nothing on the surface gave suggestion to that. Instead, as man bowed and introduced himself then asked about the flowers, Leylin picked up on the rough idea of the woman's predicament and spoke firmly, convincingly, and with as much charisma as he could manage,"I'm glad you like them, Vice President Von Weiss. I brought them as a gift, seeing that I came here with a specific goal of my own in mind." He bowed faintly and offered the bouquet to the man, his gestures carrying a fair amount of practiced grace and almost elegance.

Suddenly it seemed like members of the Trading Company were starting to poor out of the woodwork, first to join them was a blue haired female and she seemed to confirm that this green haired youth was a trouble maker of a renown level. That was something he pushed back in back of his mind, though it did cause his eyes to fall to Yona again as he tried to read her character... Did she recognize him? Was this the day that his cover would be blown after so many years...? Of course, he was as calm as a cucumber on the surface and as the woman asked what his name was he opened his mouth to respond but was stopped as another face approached, this one being a blue male that was also... Demon-kin? That was interesting and caught his attention, there was a series of interesting characters to make their appearance but again before he could even open his mouth to reply, a person carrying a colorful personality appeared.

He got right up in Leylin's personal space but the man seemed to ignore this, just keeping his oceanic blue eyes locked on his as he was... Sniffed? Well, the smell he'd get was a very obviously well bathed man despite his time at sea to get to this location with a faint hint of... Cologne? It was clear Leylin worked off the principle of 'Little is best, since it forces people to get closer' but this definitely isn't what he had in mind. The male's pupils caught his attention, causing him to wonder if his eyes were always like that or something deeper was going on there, regardless though he listened to the man's rambling as he addressed the others here. His brow did raise as she seemed to tap the rear of one member, then gave the others their own introductions in some way... He picked up that the blue haired woman's name was Ada, or at least some type of nickname. But he highly doubted the Demon-kin's name was 'Blue Boy' but if it was... Well, that is what he'd get for judging a book by its cover.

Regardless, Leylin seemed to faintly have the floor again now that several people had addressed him but circumstances had caused him to keep getting cut off and distracted. In that moment he waved a hand through the air and brought it towards his stomach,"I don't want to be rude, so let me introduce myself" He'd then bow with a faint tipping of his feet and bend over his arm in a nearly royal gesture but keeping his head upwards to face the group, his eyes mostly on Yona,"My name is Leylin Farlier, and I would love for nothing more than to join the very colorful and stunning ranks of your Trading Company." Of course as he put more emphasis on 'stunning' he winked from one eye at the green haired woman before he resumed his standing position and turned his attention directly Johann.

The green haired female was relieved to see Leylin take the flowers without so much as a second thought. She was going to get off on her latest mischief scot-free! She opened her mouth about to answer any questions Leylin might have felt prompted to ask about the guild when she felt the domineering presence of her dear mentor. She felt him even before seeing or hearing him, something in her guy just told her 'Johann is here'.

She cringed inside, not letting it show on her face and replied to Johann with a light hearted tone. "Oh, yes, Johann! My night was very good. And just look at these lovely flowers this man came in with!" What caught her off guard was the intense look in Johann's eyes, hidden behind a polite smile. As he leaned in and sniffed, calling out the plants by name she was shocked again by how much he knew the flowers just by smell. She hadn't thought he was into gardening or anything. Her smile began to fade somewhat, getting the sour dreaded feeling that Johann somehow knew the truth about the lavender, despite the fact that the man who called himself Leylin took full credit for bringing them. After all, what could Johann prove then?

Yona actually frowned for a moment as Adalinda came through. She crossed her pale arms over her chest. This was the woman really responsible for Yona's 'grounding' by Ruvel, at least with how Yona saw it. The woman was a notable drunk and had stolen Kyran's items just to get him to join the guild. And here she was, making her catty remarks about how the group ought to move away from the front door lest someone might walk into Yona. Ada had to have heard about the fiasco with Akryn's return, but she didn't need to rub the fight in her face or something. Yona scoffed and turned away from the female; not knowing the woman or her intentions.

She was grateful for the sound of Haraka's voice, suggesting they share a meal. It was an easy transition from Ada's remark and made it much less awkward for her still standing near the entry way. Before he could be replied to, Kyran came in with a flourish, bounding here and there with strange antics. When he slapped Ada's behind, Yona's mouth fell open, kind of eager to see Ada embaressed but just as eager to see someone slap the weird new guy. He moved to sniff Leylin, which was far weirder than what Yona had done to any new person, and then he moved to Johann. She chuckled as Kyran harassed the middle aged man, able to tell that Johann was in no mood and yet, she still got a kick out of Kyran messing with him a little. When he called Johann 'captain', she laughed loudly for a second, knowing just how much Johann hated being called captain.

Leylin was clearly intrigued by the party at the door welcoming him in, and taking it in glorious stride with a bow, Yona felt herself relax a bit more. His bow and his saucy wink in her direction caused her cheeks to pink just a shade or two. She cleared her throat, shaking her head. Truth be told, as an unusually alluring female, many men flirted with her. Leylin was not the first to wink. Nobody seemed to really go for the idea of food yet, presented by Haraka, so Yona clapped her hands once, "Yes, yes, let's go and sit down. Let's eat some brunch and get Leylin here all settled in."

"Oh, is that so ?" The Vice President replied to the green haired girl in a friendly tone, looking back at the other male and the flowers he still held in his hands. "As if, Hisamori ...  I saw you hand them to the guy and they have your smell all over them, you idiot.". What caught Johann off guard a little was that the newcomer supported her claim, but he kept up the usual, friendly appearance while responding to the man's comment "What a superb gift, my friend, the West Fiore Trading Company appreciates that" a warm smile playing on Johann's lips "I don't know what kind of game the two of you play here, but your lies only make you more suspicious ... this WILL have consequences", trying to push aside the overwhelmingly negative emotions he felt with this last thought and focus on the newcomer and his matters, he was still the Vice President, after all, and the black haired man before him certainly was eloquent and knew his manners, Johann now taking the bouquet the man had offered him before taking it to the reception and handing them to Alisha who would put them up for decorations on the counter, returning to the others to see that Adalinda, another recent addition to the ranks of the West Fiore Trading Company, had joined the small group.

Before Johann could even say anything or reprimand her for the rude remark another newbie joined them, Haraka making his way over before offering everyone ... a meal ? "What a joke", he wasn't in the mood for this ironic twist of fate, nor was he willing to tolerate another botched meal, disregarding the demon's cooking skills completely "I'm afraid I'll have to pass" he gave back to the others with a still friendly smile, not giving an explanation as to why. That was before another new member, or whatever lowly lifeform was controlling this member's body at this particular time, of the company appeared that gave him a headache as soon as he started commenting on ... well, everything. Rudely so. Not only did he somehow know about Johann's anger with Yona where he had made an effort to appear warm and friendly for everyone ... were his true emotions that obvious ? but Kyran Dyer, the man that was still very much a mystery to the Vice President, started to ... harass Adalinda, Johann expected a violent reaction, before turning his attention to Johann and commented on the mans still black eye. Oh, yes, of course, he had completely forgot about that and his eye swiftly changed back to its original state, still, Johann was fuming as Kyran turned his attention the the rest of the group, continuing the same shameless attitude with them as well, only adding fuel to the fire that was Johann's anger., making it known by addressing the red haired male with maybe a little too much vigor "MR. DYER" his voice echoed through the entrance hall and a few heads turned to the Vice President who kept going, not making a mystery of his raging mind "I suggest you keep your tongue in check AND your hands by yourself or you WILL face consequences. IS. THAT. CLEAR ?", his booming voice signalling that it wasn't an empty threat. The other would most certainly ridicule him, but he didn't care in the slightest, he would make sure that offences would be dealt with accordingly. Tolgalen wasn't a lawless land, and he as one of the highest instances of this nation would make sure to enforce them, with brute force if necessary. "This guild is a circus" he thought, sighing a little.

He decided to ignore the other for now, but he'd would have word with the other VP's later, turning his attention back to the other newcomer who did the same, now introducing himself as Leylin Farlier and expressed his desire to join the ranks of the company. Johann had figured as much, glad that the man didn't turn out to be a client having to witness this ridiculous display of incompetence. "In principle, the West Fiore Trading Company is always accepting new members, however" he paused for a short moment "every new member is tested to see what kind of position suits you best in the ranks of the company as well as determine a few other factors such as strength, resolve et cetera, Should you pass the test you may apply and your application will be passed on to a Vice President or the CEO for processing. If you're fine with that, then I will be the one testing you and taking care of the application process" Johann explained in a friendly tone to the other " Additionally, I would like to present you with the option to rest, have a meal, take a break and so on before you will be tested, should you so desire." Johann had been presented with the same opportunity for his test, and he would always offer it to anyone whom he would test, too, eagerly awaiting the newcomers' response while still making an effort to appear friendly and welcoming as the flames of rage danced around in his heart.


1st C rank Job WC: 1,500
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As Haraka asked if anyone cared to have some food, Adalinda held up her extra apples she carried in her arm. "Already have breakfast covered there, bud." She chuckles quietly. As Kyran approached the group, Ada had a strange feeling that something was up with him. She cautiously watched the companion she met a while ago before he joined the guild. He had changed from this shy guy... To this? She shakes her head and tries to avoid his gaze. She still felt bad and responsible for his poor welcome to the company not too long ago.

When he slapped her ass, Adalinda's eyes grew large and she whipped around to face him, making her sirt flair up while she spun as it still wasn't buttoned. "Just what do you think you're doing?!" She hissed at him. Her cheeks were red room anger and embarrassment. She wasn't even trying to hide her displeasure in being touched. She watched him go off to harass the others, and grits her teeth. She dug her nails in one of her apples, causing the juice to start seeping out after a light crack was heard from her nails penetrating the apples skin.

She was about to reach out and grab Kyran's should with her free hand when she heard the new comer was wanting to join the guild. "Kyran!" Adalinda hissed at him. "Will you sit still for five minutes right now?" She was still tempted to go and grab him by the neck and keep him still for Johann. Her eyebrow perked as she saw the wink this Leylin person gave Yona. This might be good.

She listened to Johann tell the newcomer that he'd have time to prepare erself, snickering quietly to herself as she remembered how she joined. "I kinda want to watch this test... But I also feel Kyran and I should both go to the training hall... I have a new move I would gladly love to show him." She wasn't even hiding her own mischievous grin as she looked to the Vice President. "If you guys plan to eat first... May our come get me to let me watch Mr. Leylin Farlier's test? Or even help out? I need something to distract me from my... Eh heh... Punishment." She looked a bit ashamed as she figured Johann knewsh was talking about her three weeks punishment of no alcohol instilled by Ruvel when Kyran joined them. Her eyes already glared menacingly at Kyran, ready to pounce on him and take him to the magic training hall at a pins drop.

The new person... ignored all signs the demon had spoken at all. That was fine, it just meant they weren't interested. Kyran was probably too interested? maybe that was just his energy of youth showing, or the inner demons cropping up. He felt himself take a step back, shifting into his female form. Little changed, only enough female chest to show that it was definitely female, hips still curvy, still the same height, the features were just more feminized now. "Sorry Kyran, but I'm not that kind of woman. Also, you shouldn't touch people in a provocative way without permission. If you still want to catch up, I got off work not long ago and was planning to cook a lot of food to relieve some stress. I have cooking skills from thousands of years of practice, and each ingredient would be very fresh. I think sitting down and having a nice calm conversation between people is certainly one of the nicest things." Was the new person and Yona flirting? So his name was Leylin. It was good to hear, even if it wasn't aimed towards him. It was always good to try to get to know the people you might be working around. It seemed like either he didn't hear it or just had no interest in the food offer from before. Yona, she was someone he had seen around a few times but hadn't really had a real conversation with yet. She seemed interested in the idea of having a meal, at least one sounded up for it.

Was Yona really in trouble, or was that one of Kyrans demons just speaking nonsense? There was little he knew about either, so speculation would do little good. One thing he hadn't expected though, was for Johann to decline the invitation. The demon always thought the man very much appreciated fine food, as well as already knew of Omaras skill behind a pan. Were they not hungry? ...maybe that's it. "Well if you change your mind, I would be happy to make you something later Johann." He didn't realize how that may have sounded simply because... it had been so long since he had even thought of flirting with anyone. After awhile, certain things register less, as one thinks about it less and doesn't really talk about it at all when concerning himself. Then there was Ada. Was an apple really going to be her full meal? Well, to each their own he supposed. Some people didm't eat breakfast, some ate a small one, some ate sizable breakfasts. It depended on where the person came from and how their body worked. Some didn't really need to eat until noon, o ate in small amounts during breakfast. Even with knowing that, it didn't feel that satisfactory. "To each their own."

Kyran scooted away from Adalinda, his strange eyes locked on the new guy. Couldn't be caught by Adalinda and couldn't get in trouble with Johann. He sidled up to the new guy. His hands were held respectively behind his back. Glancing at Johann, he bit his lip. Not supposed to talk eh? Though watching his tongue was impossible, Kyran understood the jist of the saying. Rocking back and forth, shadows spelled out Kyran Dyer in front of the newbie's face. Then he gasped and grabbed his head. "No! No! No! No! One more thing! One more thing!" There was a brief pause as the mage contemplated Haraka. Shaking his head, Kyran dashed over to Yona. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Johann is all knowing. He knows exactly what you did and he seems pretty cranky. Better not tick him off anymore." The red haired mage bounded away.

Halfway through his escape, Kyran stumbled. His body shuddered violently. His eyes flashed through a variety of colors until settling on blue shot through with gold and green. He was still shaking when he turned to Johann. "Don't...let...them...hit me." His body vibrated as change ripped through it. The shadows that had been lovingly caressing his skin retreated, the black nature of his hands solidified. Tawny fur sprouted down his arms and a tail poked out from under his coat. Kyran looked at his hands and flexed. Talons poked out from seemingly benign fingertips. "Purrrrrrfect. I'm in control now. Heathen!"

Kyran acted quite feminine as he turned around, his hands behind his back. He rocked back and forth as he surveyed the group through golden cat eyes. "Quite the collection here!" Kyran moved, his body liquid graceful in a way it hadn't been before. One might say it was almost catlike. He moved up to the newbie. "Your name is Leylin right?" Kyran flashed him a smile filled with seductive promise. "I'm Medea. Perhaps we can...get to know one another better?" He purred at the newbie, batting eyelashes at him. Inside Kyran's head, there was an audible groan. 'Why do you guys ruin everything for me. Every new person I meet thinks I'm fucking crazy'

They... Really were a colorful bunch of people and he wasn't thinking about how one of them was actually a different color. They each had a pretty unique personality and that actually caused a sincere grin to slip onto his lips, his right hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck as each of them continued to go about their business in some way. The one who had come in and spoke of picking up chicks was quickly reprimanded, making him question who was in more trouble now; Yona or him?... Kyran, was it? Kyran Dyer, it was easy to put his name together between Johann and Adalinda, so that had given him a basic answer for everyone's name except the demon kin.

Of course, he doubted the angry woman's name was simple 'Ada', he'd have to ask at that some other point but these thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind because Johann caught his attention. He explained how everything here worked and how he would have to undergo some type of exam, which was to be excepted of the West Fiore Trading Company. Although Leylin had, accidentally, been rude to the demon by ignoring him... Her? Well, there was no denying that the change in form was noticed by the man's oceanic hues from the way he examined the new changes his attention was mostly on Johann.. And Yona...

Or, that was until his attention was once again pulled to the side as Kyran seemed to have another... Outburst? His eyes changed colors, hair sprouting in places he didn't expect, and a tail to top it all off... Was he a shapeshifter with multi-personality disorder? Leylin began to speculate just what could be up with this person and as he seemed to go straight into heavy flirting, the man raised a brow but just as he had been so far, he was a calm as ever. "Oh do pardon me, Medea~ I can assure you it is nice to meet you but there are other matters at hand that I must attend to. Plus, I don't like to spread myself in too many places." And that was when his eyes fell back to Yona for a single second and then directly at Johann.

His right hand raised once more in a gesture of respectful decline,"I appreciate the offer to eat as a group from my soon-to-be comrades, as well as your offer to have a moment to rest and eat as well. But I am fresh off a boat that provided me with great comfort and fresh fish, I am ready to preform my test now." His eyes fell to the now feminine demon kin and he offered a gentle yet charming grin,"Although I would love to try your cooking afterwards, I'm sure this test will have me working up an appetite. So maybe, we could push the group meal to afterwards?"There was a nod of his head before he turned and addressed everyone here,"I'd love for nothing more than anyone who is interested to come watch my exam. The better you know about my powers, the better we can all work together as a team." And then he was back to facing Johann and gave a more reserved bow this time than before,"Please Vice President Von Weiss, lead the way."

Yona wasn't sure how to reply to Kyran, but she knew that he was right. Keeping her mouth shut was clearly in her advantage at the moment. She stepped backwards slowly, slapping her hands on her thighs like she was dusting them off. "Right, right.. Mr. Farlier," Yona quipped. What was she even saying? Yona never spoke with formality and politeness. It would probably surprise people to learn that she could. The nineteen year old looked almost feverish, her face was red. So Johann knew, he had caught her somehow. She was so screwed. And just what should she do now? Run off, hide? She was no child, and she was not a coward. But then, should she just wait, watching her mentor steep in his emotions? She didn't like the sound of that either but did she even have a choice?

Yona pointed over her shoulder, "Yeah Johann, let's just go over to the training hall and do the test thing." She swallowed hard, "I would like to see what the new guy can handle!" More like she wanted Johann to get out his anger on someone distinctly not her.

"Do what you have got to do, as for helping with the test, I don't think that should be necessary" Johann replied to Ada before turning his attention to the next one. He was unsure about the dynamic that the two had going on there, especially seeing how Kyran's demons acted around her, but didn't really inquire further. There were other, more urgent matters at hand. "Maybe later, Haraka, thank you for your kindness" he replied to the next comment. He was about to turn back to Leylin as Kyran, still dancing around, awkwardly stumbled through a portion of the entrance hall, and Johanns hands almost rushed to his Rapier as he noticed the rapidly changing colour in the others eyes "... Shit, that's the last thing we need now". Fortunately for everyone, he didn't have to step in as another of Kyran's demons, Medea, took control, instantly trying to "get to know" the newcomer a little better. "Mr. Dyer, I think you should go and get some rest" he spoke out calmly while his right hand covered his eyes and the Vice President shook his head. This day couldn't possibly get any worse, luckily his temper had changed from anger to pure cringe as he watched the carnival that was this guild and its members present themselves. "What have I done to deserve this ? They act like a bunch of drugged monkeys rather than ..."

His thoughts were interrupted by Leylin playing into the demons shenanigans, "Just great, another one". "Very well then" Johann sighed out loud "I think we should do as Miss Hisamori suggests and move to the magic training hall, I will be the one conducting your examination, anyone who wants to spectate can do so". With that, he stepped forward and towards one of the doors, opening it to reveal the corridor to the sizeable runed room known as the magic training hall. What Johann would tell Leylin there was that the test would be a duel, just the Vice President versus the newcomer, and that this would simultaneously determine whether the other was suited not just for the WFTC, but also its other, darker side ...

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2nd C rank Job WC: 1,019

She glances to Johann, and nods slowly when he told her to do what she wished. Adalinda let up a groan as she lightly slapped her face while she groaned at Kyran starting to flirt with others. She was wanting to knock the crap out of Kyran right now, but she was also wanting to put on a good front for the new guy who wanted to join. She goes over to Kyran, grabbed his bicep in a rather firm grip, and glares at him a bit while she yanked him back away from Leylin.

"Excuse me... You can back off as he's busy... We can very much watch Mr. Farlier's test... then we can have the whole floor to ourselves afterwards so I can... show you my new moves on you." She mutters to him, letting her grin form on her face while she shakes her head. She wasn't sure what was going on with Kyran these days... but she sure knew she didn't like it one bit. She also feared she'd get in trouble one way or another since she brought him here and he acted this way in front of the other clients and employees. She turns her attention to Leylin, and shrugs her shoulders. "Sorry if he's bothering you..." Her face showed she was genuinely sorry for the others actions.

As Johann started to lead the way, Adalinda yanks Kyran with her and starts dragging him along with her. She wasn't even trying to hide the fact that she had tightened her grip on his arm. She drags Kyran over to one area of the training hall, and leans against the wall, while holding his arm still. "He seems like he might be strong... What's your take on him? Think he'll be able to join? Or hold out against Johann?" She questions quietly. Adalinda was genuinely curious about the guy.

Harakas eyes were briefly on Kyran. Had they thought about saying something? He wasn't sure if the demon decided against it, or if the person inside had managed to stop something. This was something he may never figure out. It was a bit confusing watching that person. 'How did the actual person under those demons feel about them using his body like that?' But it was interesting to see Leylin remain calm through getting flirted at by someone they had probably just met. This new person did seem personable so far though, how was he managing to remain calm in such chaos? Not as young as he looked? Or maybe it was certain life experiences. His decline was as respectful as Johanns, only with an explanation attached. They didn't need to explain the why, that was thoughtful. Omaras was a little charmed by the smile, but in a 'that's adorable' sort of way. He tried to keep it out of their voice, but the demon wasn't successful. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. If we watch you, we can learn about you. The more of us gather together afterwards, the more we could all share out magics and get to know each other a bit better." This sounded like a very nice idea. The aquatic being felt very excited. This would be perfect for learning about fellow guild mates more! Maybe he could get better at doing what he went to the guild for in the first place.

"For those who aren't hungry, I serve drinks. The right tea or juice can do wonders." This could end up even better than just making food to stave off the stress that had taken the demons mind after all those hours of training earlier. Machines, he had to learn to get used to modern medical tools... But this was something important too, one that also needed work. Haraka didn't know Yona well at all, so the politeness didn't come off as strange. Blue feminine eyes looked to Johann. The politeness was nice, but the hand covering those eyes reminded the young looking man that... Unlike Omaras, they had to actually address what chaos flew it's ways into the guilds main areas. 'How bad is the chaos for someone that needs to keep it civilized? Should I be worried for his health?' At the least, it was one of the few people who Haraka didn't need to fake a smile for. Still, it was better to fake a smile in publish than to switch between a focused look and the sort of expression that looks to belong on a serial killer. It didn't take much effort to follow along after Johann started to lead the way. Despite the female form, the slate blue skinned person still walked the same way as they had before. Just average walking, normal steps that had no experience in sneaking or silence.

Kyran launched himself forward the moment Ada's hand closed upon his bicep. Medea had been distracted by the touch despite Leylin's apparent challenge. The Cat was torn and it was the perfect time to launch a counter attack. He tore at her claws, his viciousness giving him strength. He was learning quickly in his training with the demons that the only real way to deal with them was to be ruthless. He could do that. Medea cried out, her voice mercifully only in his mind now. Kyran stepped back into his rightful place. He missed most of the talking and the moving in the battle for supremacy. He was surprised to find himself in the training hall, seated next to Adalinda.

"Ada? How did we get here? Never mind. Let me go. Now. I need to get back to my room. Before they start fighting." His tone of voice was quite serious. The violence had a good chance to trigger Ahriman and that was something Johann might not appreciate. Neither would any of the innocents caught in the crossfire. His hold on control was tenuous at best. Unless he calmed down, removed himself from influencing situations, bad things were sure to happen. If Ada didn't release him, Kyran twisted applying pressure to the weakest part of her grip in order to break it. Then he swiftly made his exit from the training hall. He would have to meet with and explain himself to the newcomer as soon as possible. Kyran didn't want any misunderstandings between them. For now, he would focus on getting to his rooms.

There guys really are something else.... That was the first thought that crossed Leylin's mind as he continued to watch the ongoing interactions between the members of the guild, but a part of it made him feel... Welcomed. Past his facade, his nice exterior... It was actually nice to be in place of such colorful individuals, chances are that the Farlier kin could actually make a place for himself among the ranks. Regardless, as Johann spoke of the training hall, riding off of Ada's comment, the man would faintly nod his head and follow suit. As the group slowly moved towards the training hall, Adalinda seemed to grab a hold of Medea and drag her... him? Along with the group. As she apologized, he offered her a smile and raised his only free hand in a gesture of dismissal,"Please, there is no need for that. Meeting interesting sorts of people comes with being a mage, right?" That was his logic behind handling the demon, at least on some level.

As they came to the doors leading to the hall and Johann revealed what was behind them, Leylin's face slowly showed a bit of amazement at the size of the Training Hall. The man's oceanic blue hues scanned the hall, bowing his head faintly in respecting while walking into the room and past Johann,"This is an amazing room, in size and design." He commented to himself and whoever was around to hear it at this point. Of course, unlike most people who were taking to the sides to watch the fight Leylin kept to the center of the room, a bit closer to the farther size from where they entered.

The man would turn around and give his full attention to Johann, his staff shifting from one hand to the other a few times before he was calm and steady once more.

Yona entered the training room a bit warily. She was waiting, just waiting for Johann to whirl around and take out his stress or anger on her. The green haired woman had to stifle a serious groan as she thought about it. By the end of this meeting, there would be a new guy in the guild, and in front of him and everyone, Johann was sure to demand to meet with her later. It was like when she was young, watching the misbehaved children get reprimanded by the teacher in front of their peers. Yona had always felt a little bad for the kid who got stuck in that situation. Still, she feigned politeness, happiness, and hoped that nobody could tell what was really on her mind.

Yona stood near to the door, resting almost on the door frame itself. To tell the truth, it was just in case Johann went berserk or tried to call her out. Her placement would make for a very quick and easy exit. She narrowed her eyes on the new guy, looking him up and down and then turned her green hues to Johann too. The testing spar was going to be interesting at least, and it never hurt to know what your guild members were capable of. "Well go on, Leylin. Kick his---" She ducked her head a bit with a grin, "I mean, you know. Do your best." She hoped Leylin was actually ready for this.

Johann sighed a little hearing Yona's comment. It's not like he disliked the girl, but at times she was really, really going on his nerves. No matter. For the time being he would focus solely on testing the suspicious newcomer. "Very well, Mr. Farlier, if you would please join me in the middle of this room" walking ahead into what looked like a huge, runed circle encompassing a great deal of this hall, loosening the tie around his neck and taking off his jacket, folding both neatly before putting them to the side. "Your test, my friend, will be to face me in duel. There is no goal, and you don't have to defeat me or vice versa. We fight until one of us goes down or gives up"

Johann's hand went to the hilt of the azure rapier at his side, drawing the blade in less than a fraction of a second, holding it before himself, the blade reflecting some of the magical light that filled the room. "I hope you're ready, Mr. Farlier", bringing his other hand forward, the weapon lit up with scorching flame, the fire throwing shades of red and orange light around the enclosed space, flickering menacingly around the rapier in Johann's hand "Your exam starts now", and with that, the Vice President burst through the air towards the newcomer at speeds incomprehensible to most normal people, the burning blade leaving a trail of flame as it traveled through the air towards Leylin.

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Adalinda gasped as Kyran got out of her grip and ditched the room. Well... guess that would be better than whatever was going on with him. She had noticed he had changed back to normal once again. She still wasn't used to whatever happened to him. As Kyran left, she looked to Yona, snickering at how she yelled at Leylin. Did she know the guy already? There might of been the chance... Or was she already smitten at first sight? Good chance, but she wasn't going to ask so soon.

Her gaze went to Johann next. She was curious about this new guys fighting, but as soon as the Vice President removed his rapiers, a grin was on the dragon slayer's face. He had been the one to do her initial fight as well. She knew what he could do with those rapiers, and was betting he'd do it again. Of course, she was right as they lit up in flames, and she stepped back till she leaned near fully against the wall. She didn't trust the VP too much at the moment with those flames. He seemed already mad, best not get him madder. She was a bit on edge, eager to see what Leylin would do as Johann went after him at his fast speeds.

Harakas eyes looked to Kyran, watching the red head suddenly decide to flee. Just like that, the shrimp changed back to being male. His heart had been softened by concern, even after the other was out of sight. One day they would have to sit down and have a long discussion, but today was not that day. It was the day that would be used to get to know a possible new member of the guild. This was something the blue skinned person had already said they would do and once his word was given, that was that. Dark sapphire blue iris sitting on blue aquamarine sclera looked back over to Leylin before Omaras moved to take a seat. Would this new person be alright?

Leylin had been ready for some level of the exam to be intense, as everyone took their places and their eyes all fell onto the man. He didn't feel pressured in the bit, he was use to people having their eyes on him for multiple reasons and... For all intent and purposes, Leylin was a performer. Of course, this was different than most scenarios because he needed to take this very serious. As Johann's weapon set ablaze and he charged towards him, Leylin gently clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

Leylin would wait until the moment Johann was close enough to see again before fire appeared beneath his feet and he dashed around in a blazing motion, letting him weave around the man hopefully and letting him end up on Johann's right side. His staff was already being swung through the air as he tried to strike the back of the man's legs, holding the weapon in a single hand. It was at this moment that he'd also use his left hand to draw his Katana and aim it for Johann's chest. He didn't mind aiming his blade at the man like that, he knew that Johann could easily dodge it and he hoped he did while his staff struck his legs.

Leylin actually looked a bit awkward in this position, blade in one hand and giant staff under his side and controlled with his arm. He didn't except this to exactly work but he was trying to slow Johann down and keep him in view.

Current HP: 300/300
Current Mana: 280/300
Spells Used: Bursting Dash 0/2 Cooldown.

Yona rose her eyebrows, arms crossed over her chest and one leg bent as she rested casually against the wall. She tilted her head to watch. Leylin was fast, but certainly not as fast as her mentor. She quietly watched and paid attention to the details in the fight. Learning the newcomer's moves might prove useful in the future. Mostly, she just hoped Johann would take out his frustration and barely hidden anger with her (she saw that look in this eyes directed at her) on Leylin. Maybe Johann wouldn't meet with her later or would be less harsh about whatever he wanted to say to her.





[Until this fight is over I am stepping out of the order because I am only going to be observing the fight passively and not interacting with any of those around me. Unless someone directly chooses to interact with Yona, consider me out of the posting order until the fight is complete! That should hasten this test for Leylin and Johann.]