If you're going to arrive late somewhere, make sure you arrive with style, at least.

Elvira shook her head and smirked as she walked through the crowd, slowly breaking her way through the obnoxious amount of people. Luckily enough, nobody seemed to notice her, which, although it quite irritated her, was also convenient, since the last thing that a dark mage wanted, in a city filled with Legal mages, rune knights, and, overall, people dedicated to hunt down those of her kind, was to be seen. For the moment, she just seemed like the typical cheerful girl who knows absolutely nothing about the world, but lives a happy life anyways, making the people around her frustrated by blowing a gigantic cloud of smoke in their faces. That's how Elvira had fun in such a boring town, anyways. Good people, those who were used to living a perfect life, like Elvira's own parents, got frustrated so easily, it was quite amusing.

If it was for Elvira, she would still be in her house, sleeping until noon, then waking up only to eat, read a bit, and go back to sleep, instead of walking down the crowded streets of Crocus, at the steadiest pace she could pull, given the circumstances, late for a meeting she had been invited to. A guild meeting. It was, without doubt, a curious offer, to join the members of the guild for a small meeting, although Elvira was not sure Crocus was the place... Nor what was the intention of the meeting. Why were they calling them there? She liked to believe it was more or less to socialise; a concept that, according to what Elvira had seen so far, was not too common in Phantom Lord. However, her senses told her that there was something more to that.

Regardless of the intention of the meeting, Elvira had gone anyways, wasting some of her precious time just for the sake of satisfying her curiosity. Because if there was something stronger than her laziness, it was her curiosity. If you manage to catch her attention, you can normally get her to do stuff. Most of the time, anyways.

One step after another, the sound of her heels hitting the ground was barely audible due to the amount of people and noise around her, the faces of irritated people, waving their hands in front of the faces as they passed by. If nothing else, Elvira was having fun. This way, the journey from the city centre, until the park wasn't all that boring as it was expected to. Regardless; she was still late.

As soon as she saw the entrance to the -seemingly dead park-, Elvira pretty much ran to it, almost falling a few times. The place was mostly empty, except the ocassional animal that ran by, a bird that landed on a tree branch, enchanting the place with its song, several cats, which Elvira assumed were homeless, running by, obviously scared by the presence of newcomers. For a second, Elvira wished she had a little bit more time. If she had a few more seconds, she'd probably be able to pet the cat, and get it to like her. However, she did not have time; she was supposed to head for this event, and see what this entire thing consisted in. Hopefully, it wouldn't be a waste of time.

After a few more minutes of endless walking, passing by trees with no leaves, Elvira noticed a group of people near a rather big, dead tree, obviously chatting, or interacting with eachother, in whatever way. Inhaling deeply, the blonde pulled another cigar from the pocket of her leather jacket, lighting it quickly before heading towards the group, analyzing their appearance while she neared them. The group consisted mainly of four male and one female, a quite tall, beautiful pink-haired woman that, without any doubt, was the type of woman you can't look at only once. The men, on the other hand, were rather different one from another. One of them, the tallest, had long, black hair, tied in a ponytail. Needless to say, his height annoyed Elvira who was quite short, but anyhow. Then, there was another rather tall male, with black hair and a rather muscular build, and two redheaded men, one of which was about as tall as the muscular black haired one, and another one who was about as tall as Elvira, which was honestly a relief. Being the shortest has always been a disadvantage; in many situations. She had absolutely no idea who these people were; in fact, since she had joined the guild, Elvira had not met anyone from it yet. Walking to them and asking who they were, without knowing if they are Phantoms would be rather risky; quite dangerous, in fact. Imagine the case in which those people were not phantoms, and Elvira uncovered the fact she's not legal... It would be a disaster.

However, Lions were no cowards.

With a quick pace, Elvira headed towards the group of people, with the same hint of arrogance in her eyes and overall body language as ever. She didn't think she'd look in any way inferior to those around her; physically, she was as pretty as always, with her black ripped jeans on, white shirt and leather jacket. Her hair wasn't in a ponytail, for once, which made it look like a Lion's mane, in a sense. She was, overall, ready to do this. And hoped she wouldn't regret it, as there was no turning back. She had arrived to their circle, and was expected to speak now, like every normal person that just walks into a group of people. Explain who she was.

Well then, aren't you quite a few. You all are here for the "guild meeting" correct, my fellow Phantoms?

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