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Leon

@forsakenslayer

《酸の怒り》【No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle.】『Memoirs』

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Leon Lance Stygma "Tch..." He wasn't finished talking yet, but he did have more important things to worry about. He knew Lance would be okay, but he didn't expect him to get thrown out the building. He grimaced as Leon vanished, before turning in the direction Lance's signal came from. --

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Lance Stygma -- He rushed over to the cliffside, grabbing onto Lance's hand to hoist him back up onto solid ground. "Lance, are you okay?!" Neither of them were prepared for what Leon just dropped on them; physically and metaphorically.

Tristan Gareth (@mageofsteel) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Tristan’s mind was a vortex of emotions as he stared at the ruins of what was once the Black Phoenix guild. Anxiety for the safety of the others. Guilt for not being here when they needed him. And anger toward whoever caused this. He had been gone a long time, on a job that -

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remained unfinished even now. This quest had led him all over the continent before finally bringing him back to Fiore, only for this harrowing sight to greet him on his return. And by the looks of things, this had likely happened quite some time ago. Without any sign at all as -

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to the whereabouts or status of any other members of the guild, Tristan could only pray they were alright. But with no way to confirm anything immediately, he decided to leave a sign. Light glimmered from the knight’s gauntleted hands as his Steel-Make magic went to work, -

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producing a giant steel statue in the middle of the ruins and debris, in the shape of the Black Phoenix guild mark. It was a hopeful reminder for any friends who saw it, and a warning for whoever caused this destruction — The Phoenix always rises from the ashes.

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While he was at the end of the rooftops, he could smell a familiar scent within his range. “.. at least one made it.”

While he was at the end of the rooftops, he could smell a familiar scent within his range. 

“.. at least one made it.”
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“I’ve read about this in the multiple(literally like 3 maybe 2) books I’ve read.” He said, smirking a bit with confidence. “It means she hates you!”

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“Huh?… you don’t get it?!” Reaching down, Leon grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up to say, “Mou zutto mae kara ai shite ita hazu na noni, jibun de kizukanai nante hontou ni baka datta wa!”

“Huh?… you don’t get it?!” 

Reaching down, Leon grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up to say, 

“Mou zutto mae kara ai shite ita hazu na noni, jibun de kizukanai nante hontou ni baka datta wa!”
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Sitting in the lunch hall of the guild, he’d scarf down a small bite to eat, and groan out. “What am I even doing here.”

Brielle (@glacialtide) 's Twitter Profile Photo

The door to the guild slammed behind her as Brielle stormed out into the snowy tundra, descending the mountain with frustration still burning in her chest. Her hands remained clenched at her sides as she replayed the conversation over and over, each word from her mother only—