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[Adsila]

"But you still have no proof whether she is dangerous or not, she is simply showing you what she was talking about, when you asked her why she wanted a material object." Adsila said trying to keep calm. It would not do good to lose her temper with the law enforcement and to be kicked out of the city.

Adsila looked around and patiently waited to see what was going on, but as far as she could see the ghost was answering his question and surely she was not meaning to cause any harm

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri "Uhm... uuuh..." Kouri felt awkward, a red-haired Inartan and a female Myrian were defending her; but she didn't want any trouble with the half-Isurian squire, she simply wanted free stuffs. The squire asked for his dagger back, Kouri sheepishly smiled and fidgeted with her hair ribbons as her Soulmist picked it up again and placed the dagger upon his hand. "I... uuh... really, I'm not dangerous or anything... I just want free stuffs... honest" Kouri's head tilted down towards the ground as her crimson eyes looked up to the dark-haired squire. She instinctively sought out support, materialized herself, and hold Adsila's right hand with her own left hand "Ehehe... Madame Adsila, I'm in trouble, aren't I?" She asked the Myrian, like a child begging for support.

[Gaius Sivet]

Gaius narrowed his eyes at the squire, not taking kindly to the man's tone, or any of his actions so far. He was just what Gaius had suspected, and upstart with two much power and not enough in between his ears to know how to use it. And if that was the way he wanted it, then so be it. Gaius shrugged and shook his head, as if disappointed.

"Of course, sorry. I do suppose I best leave this highly dangerous ghost to you," he said, sarcasm absolutely dripping from his voice as he spoke. He didn't want to get in trouble, especially not with the law of any kind, but he had never been one to beat around the bush, and it seemed to him that this situation called for a bit of blunt speech.

"But honestly, you think she's any sort of threat? What if you get her angry? What if you get any one angry? Every single person in this city is just as likely, if not more so, than her to do something stupid when they're angry. I could get angry and punch you just as easily as she could get angry and start throwing things about. Any single person is dangerous in their own right and way. So she got a little confused. What's the big deal? You explain the situation, she understands, everyone goes their separate ways. But apparently, the Syliras' law doesn't function on common sense and reasoning. It would appear, at least so far as you're concerned, that it functions on a sense of being above everyone else, and picking and choosing who to defend and who to attack for minor misunderstandings. And frankly, the fact that you keep harping on her being a ghost says to me that, in one way or another, you're not only a pompous upstart, but a racist too."

Gaius spoke quickly and fluently, his words like sword strokes as he assaulted the squire with them. He never waved his hands or made a threatening gesture, never even raised his voice. But he had spoken plainly and presented what he saw and what he felt, and he knew now there were two reactions the man might have. Furious, blustering anger, or stumbling, bumbling confusion. It never went many other ways. Gaius smiled at the squire and gave him a slight bow, adding contemptuously, "Sir."

After he straightened out again, Gaius walked over towards Adsila and the ghost, smiling. "You two should probably get out of here. I have a feeling that, if she stays, he'll keep on her. Besides, I think I may have just started a fight. Or perhaps gotten myself arrested. I'm not sure yet." Gaius chuckled at that turned to look back at the squire.

[Adsila]

She instinctively sought out support, materialized herself, and hold Adsila's right hand with her own left hand "Ehehe... Madame Adsila, I'm in trouble, aren't I?" She asked the Myrian, like a child begging for support.

I held her hand tightly as I listened to what was being said. There was no way I was going to let this squire guy wrongly accuse her of something that she never did or intended to do, or to make a fool of her. He just really was not being fair.

"You two should probably get out of here. I have a feeling that, if she stays, he'll keep on her. Besides, I think I may have just started a fight. Or perhaps gotten myself arrested. I'm not sure yet." Gaius chuckled at that turned to look back at the squire.

"I am not going anywhere at this moment." Adsila said as she gripped the ghosts hand. "I am not going to let him make a big deal out of something that was completely uncalled for and she did nothing wrong. I will take her and leave if I feel it is necessary." She said back to the man, as calmy as she could she didn't want to be rude to him or seem like she was being nasty. "Sorry if that came out a little harsh, I am not mad at you, you're helping her, I am just getting a tad bit angry at this other guy." Adsila said as she waited for the squire to respond to what this man had said to him.

[Bolivar]

oocAdsila this is going in turn order. Proof? How dense were these people? Much too easy to judge when one wasn't personally involved. Much easier to follow some fool who was spouting nonsense rather then think for yourself. Bolivar said nothing. He only offered a knowing smirk at whoever felt uncomfortable about how he was acting. Bolivar didn't thank nor make mentioned that her little performance was exactly what he did not want her doing. Rather Bolivar moved his eyes over regarding Fubuki with cold indifference. The squire did not really care if she was sorry or not. Bolivar didn't answer her. The reason why she was looking for 'stuff' to use still was not answered and Bolivar wasn't buying her performance. He merely let the silence grow until another decided to fill it. We have someone who thinks himself a shining paragon of goodwill with a tired, overdone routine. So we doing we the evil yet lawful bit. We'll see how the sheep would react. Looking past his shoulder Bolivar looked as if he was attempting the oldest trick in the book. Though this time it was genuine. Seeing a small patrol going around Bolivar waited until they were a good distance away. This didn't concern them either. Much like how these whelps before him but at least the squire could possibly relate to them. Continuing his reign of silence Bolivar let the red headed man make his point for him. Bolivar was explaining exactly what was wrong yet they were getting in the middle of it. Specter, ghost, whatever. He did not know the apparitions name nor did it didn't matter. Their meddling accomplished nothing. Just a mixed impression on the one who was suppose to learn the lesson. The slight bow seemed to end the class act. He must be feeling rather clever with that. Bolivar stepped closer immediately wrinkling his nose in disgust. The Inarta stank like the people of Syliras. They all did. Not necessarily together but Bolivar being himself could probably manage a bath for them all. "Yep. Your right." Opening his mouth to speak “Hmm. I-” Bolivar instead went to give a full on head butt on the dashing, virtuous 'hero.' No real indication nor finesse on Bolivar's part the squire just braced his legs and snapped forward from the waist up. Some misdirection on his part and them providing some pent up aggression. All Bolivar needed was impact. Not many people think highly of it but Bolivar actually favored it as a persuasive tool. Some environmental instinct told people not to use their head as a weapon. Bolivar was one who just thought differently. "Respect the shield or something." Though it might have been seen as savage to others Bolivar knew he wouldn't get along with those kinds of people anyway. He could never settle for shelter life of boredom and trying to feel self important. Perhaps the Myrian would understand? But then again why would a Myrian be in Syliras in the first place? Taking a long step to the side Bolivar inched his head forward slightly at the Myrian. An actual bluff. Or was it a double bluff? The squire could have easily just punched or otherwise use his weapon to pommel her upside her head. "Right. Any more stupid the peanut gallery wanted to share?" The squire did not mind the challenge set before him. Now it was time to see if any of them would answer the call. Looking over at Fubuki Bolivar exaggerated the same superficial smile he saw the Inarta do. "See what happens when you act out and make a scene?" Consciously rubbing his thumb against his index finger Bolivar scoffing at the ghost showing thinly veiled contempt. "Was just walking. Minding my own business..." The squire looked back at Inarta."He didn't." Taking a step back once again letting the others fill the rather awkward silence with their rash enthusiasm.

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri !? Kouri's eyes went wide as the squire suddenly harmed the Inartan man. She really felt guilty now. In her mind, she thought she was responsible for all this commotion in the first place and another person was hurt because of her. "Ah... n-no! Don't do it!" Kouri plead to the squire. Kouri's fear was mainly fueled by the thought of losing someone who cared for you, in this case, the squire killing the Inartan or the Myrian next. Kouri slowly looked up to Adsilia who held her hand tight. "Madame... uuh... i-it's okay, I was wrong, you don't have to do this anymore..." As she said that, Kouri unmaterialized herself and her hand phase through Adsila's grip like if Kouri was air. Kouri turned her head to face the half-Isurian squire and slowly floated to him. "I... uhm... I'm sorry..." She just stood in front of him and fidgeted with her hair ribbons, not sure if he was going to punish her or not; but it's better that she herself receive any punishment the squire may concocted, not these innocent people around her. Deep in her mind though, she couldn't help but wonder; WHAT exactly she did wrong? She was merely asking for free stuffs and if she misunderstood the situation, one could just explain to her about it and she would be on her way.

[Gaius Sivet]

Gaius smiled and smirked as the squire stepped close. He had delivered everything perfectly. The man would be angry know, he'd challenge him to a duel of some sort, and he could probably win, but at least Gaius had managed to get him off of the ghost's case. Then, suddenly, Gaius felt the squire's forehead connect with his own. He staggered back, his eyes exploding with white light, his whole head in pain.

He instinctively drew his sword, holding the blade at the ready, and reached for his magic, cursing and growling in Inartan. As his vision cleared, he glared at the man, wanting nothing more than to kill him at that moment. But they were in the city, and there was no way he could justify, or get away with, killing someone. Especially not a knight's squire. He cursed again and sheathed his sword.

But he was still furious and he wasn't about to let the slight go. He took a deep breath and let a ball of res form in his hand, the silvery grey material coalescing in his palm. He concentrated on the ground beneath the squire's feet and, with a grin, let his res pull away a hand sized chunk from beneath one of the squire's feet. If it didn't send him sprawling, he'd at least have to stumble. It was a sudden motion and you'd have to be a rather competent acrobat to avoid it.

[Accolade]

Bolivar was having fun, and it seemed that the squire was indeed looking for a fight. The patrol that he had watched walk back, somehow without noticing what was going on had done so, and without complication, had it not been for Marlene seeing this as well. Marlene was an older stall owner who always arrived much earlier and left later than most others in the Bazaar. This was due to her obsession with numbers and order, always having to count then recount, sort and resort to make sure that everything was as it should be.

The woman had been there, watching the whole time and had saw it all. She didn't speak or move at first, seeing as a squire was present, she expected him to handle the situation. Of course she had been disheartened to learn that the man was pushing for a fight. Instead of alerting the Knights as he should have, the man decided to take matters into his own hands. Things got worse when he decided to headbutt the Inartan, and the redhead in turned used magic as a slick way of getting back at him.

This was it, and the woman could no longer stand it. She slipped away and was able to find the same patrol of Knights that Bolivar had allowed to walk by without informing them. It didn't take long for the woman to explain what she saw and to send the Knights back to the location. The small group jogged into the area and surrounded the four, and even getting in between them. Their moments were quick and swift, each Knight standing behind a living person slammed a boot into the back of their leg to force the Inartan, and Myrian down to their knees.

Another Knight moved towards the ghost to keep an eye on her, as another stepped towards Bolivar. They had been told the whole story and knew that the squire wasn't completely innocent. It was a common thing to find squires high on their new roles and boasting about power that they did not yet possess. The leader of the patrol was older, but still fiery in his middle aged years. He stared hard at them all, but mostly at the man who had just used magic.

Magic use inside the city was forbidden and using it against a member of the order was even worse. Luckily for Gaius, he was human or else his life would have been forfeit this day. Wade, the leader of the group turned his attention to Bolivar then, and faced the squire. "Is this how you handle trouble makers? Is it?" he scoffed and turned his back to the man and glanced about. "We have outsiders in our city, Myrians, Inartan, and Ghost...and someone has been using magic. I think it's time we sent a message, one that our guest won't soon forget."

At that moment, the Knight who had shoved Gaius to his knees, tackled the Inartan face down into the ground and forced one of his hands palm down onto the ground. Wade rubbed at his stubby beard as he glared at them all once more. "Let this be a lesson to all of you..Syliras is the home of the Knights and we take justice seriously. Magic use is forbidden and fighting and the destruction of property is illegal. " And with that, Wage lifted up his heavy boot and slammed it down as hard as he could onto the back of Gaius' hand breaking the bones inside. Wade was sure to look each of the others in their eyes, even the ghost before he spoke it. "Remember..we are always watching.."

With his last words the leader of the group called off his soldiers and they left while dragging Gaius off to the tank where he would later be processed.

[Adsila]

Adsila slowly got up from where she was hit down to the ground. Ugh, the nerve of some people whether they were knights or not and who do they think they were. It's not like her or the ghost did anything wrong, but she could see why that man did get into trouble. Magic was a bad thing to use in the city, she knew that much for sure. Adsila looked around to see where the ghost had disappeared to. Adsila then walked over to the ghost and then looked at everyone else that was still there. "Now what do we do?" Adsila said while glaring at the knight.

Adsila didn't want to talk to that knight man anymore, or even look at him. He had caused great trouble over something so little and now someone was going away for it. Why couldn't they take him away, he was only standing up for the ghost, just like everyone else here was.

[Alisha]

OOCSorry for responding so late. It was a harsh move for a squire. Can’t picture, but was this a model of good law enforcement? She can’t bear it watching the confrontation. Are you serious? Alisha closed her fist firmly in a grip parallel to her waist. It surprised her that without her knowing she reacted quickly that she was already standing between the two. What would be the future of this city if this would be the attitude of the next generation knights? She encountered some of these tyrants a long time though it was still surprisingly the absence of any revolution among the mistreated citizens of it. Alisha eyed the squire mixed blood. She didn’t know his name, but to hurt her new friends? That can’t be tolerated. Flashes of the past, the two she knew, she met them once at the docks. Yes, her name was Adsila. However, she can’t recall the red guy’s name. “Remember you cross the line first; I was wondering what the council of three, will say about this. A squire?! Hmm… more like a chick to me. Your still learning, don’t behave as if you’re an eagle.” Alisha thought it was wrong and the rights of the people were violated. Sneering, she rarely did that. The strong feeling of contempt among these knights was worst. They failed to caught this monster that slain her most valued love one. She witnessed their iron gauntlets limiting the freedom of Syliras men. “A knight was noble, chivalrous and opposite you was. I understand you’ve been taunted. Be a man, I thought knights retaliate. How come what you did contradicts? Was that protecting us, or you protecting only yourself?” Alisha finished her madwoman speeches, and soon, turned her back. She gasped. If there’s no physical contact happened maybe she will keep herself shut. This whole drama was superb that made her to jumped, to participate in the scene. Can’t believe to what she perceived. The little ghost was apologizing. In the beginning, his function should be guarding and observing. His senses blinded drowned him, the protector turn out to be the assaulter. “You can’t correct a mistake with another mistake. You bring no harm, someone did more. Obviously, his numb thus his foolish. What’s your name? Maybe, I can give you freebies if you like. I can’t pledge that to be a sword. I respect one who identifies their errors, a shame for the rest.” Alisha bowed and whispered softly to the ears of the ghost. Her first few lines she glared the squire. Three forth of it, she muttered and chuckled. It was strange how she was talking with an entity they called as ghost. Unease, that’s what she felt like. The girl in her red cloak and with a basket in her left arm didn’t ignore the Myrian. With the opening in her outer garment, she stretched her right hand inside, tossed a water skin onto her, “water.” OOCI made this post right after reading Bolivar's post XD...But wasn't able to post it since I'm too busy