Just as he was polishing off another drink at one of the counters in the bar, Tecka had begun to think. His recent drinking habits weren't very good for his growth, if he was ever going to grow...and he couldn't blame anyone. Although if he really wanted to point fingers it was his guild's fault. "Readily available alcohol, pshh." He scoffed. "Free drinks shouldn't exist, cause then we won't have any -hic- alcohol for tomorrow."

The young man wasn't inebriated, just riding a nice buzz through the morning till afternoon at least. Then he'd figured to go out and look for some work. It was the only thing beside drinking that kept him occupied for the moment, and a much preferable alternative. He couldn't just go around starting fights with everyone, not when his ego was as large as it gets. It was considerably worse when he realized this fact himself. Just as he lowered his glass, feeling warm inside, and a little light headed he heard the guild door open. It hadn't bothered him as much to look towards who it was at first, as most people usually make for the bar once they enter but this time around it was different. Following his entrance, the guild members throughout the entire hall had stood and cheered for the man. It was in fact so loud and sudden, Tecka had to catch himself- almost falling off of his stool.

In following suit, he'd given a slightly off pitched hooray after the roars had died down. "Yaaaaaaaay!" Though boastful in sharing his new guild mates joys, it was clear that they were awaiting a reply from the individual who had walked in when he was quickly hushed by another phantom lord member, resting towards the back of the bar. Now, Tecka was interested- turning his head to see the golden brown skinned man walk in he mumbled to himself "Now, he looks strong, aha."

The man, then spoke of grimoire, presumably grimoire heart, and their guild master being the new king of fiore. Tecka swiftly recognized the name as he received sort of an update from bodak as he recalled, some of the guild members were away to fight against grimoire heart but, "I'd only known of the Shura man bodak had spoken of that was away to fight, unless this is him.." He wouldn't know either way, but it was only told to him through word of mouth about the strength the stranger had possessed. This kept the young man far more interested than his usual obsession with people's power.

The black haired young man stood from his stool, trying his hardest to stay upright while he'd spoke. "The king of fiore?!" He started while questioning aloud. It was only in moments of drunken stupor that he could muster the strength for something as dumb, yet uplifting as this. This too was a strength. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm not going. He thinks he'll rule us, HE'LL HAVE TO THINK TWICE BEFORE MESSING WITH PHANTOM LOOOORRDD!!" His yell echoed through the guild for a moment of brief silence. Most of the members throughout were shocked, because for the few days he'd been apart of the guild, he'd said little to nothing. Unbeknownst to them Tecka was actually capable of speaking more than a few words at a time, even if noticeably tipsy. A loud roar of mutual feelings and agreement arose from most of the guild's members, some yelling and laughing at the unexpected outburst from the short man, but most in support of his words.

Tecka looked towards the long dark haired man, who had just entered the hall moments prior. Strangely enough, Tecka had a smile on his face upon seeing the guy. His hair was long, other than that, he resembled someone Tecka used to know but the memory of them- it was all too blurry. What struck him most familiar though was his height, sunbathed skin color, and the lightning struck golden amber eyes. Though unsure who the man was, he would walk towards him, hand extended in earnest to shakeup, before speaking to the kimono wearing man, "Let's start a revolution!" Though naive and childish as it sounded to some, to others who hated order in any form it was hope, to those without a purpose it was drive, and for everyone who sought out a place to belong, a common goal.

The vampyress felt great to be back. The ambience of the Phantom Lord guild gave her warmth and a feeling of protection. She felt safe and happy here, at her home. There were a lot of new members she had heard about from Bodak. That wasn’t all that she had heard about. Two of the phantoms were out at war against the Grimoire Heart. She wondered why they had agreed to be involved in this fight. Joan wasn’t the biggest fan of the former ruler, but of course she had yet to see if the current one would live up to his claims. The only reason that made her blood boil after hearing the news was because the man who had killed Cesare had just become king.

As the news was delivered to the guild by Jeremiah, one of the two who had gone to war, a lot of noise was made by the other guild members. Joan was probably the only one who stayed silent as she was watching, her fingers tightly gripping her glass of lime juice. She was thinking of how to handle this situation, when another guild member she had met the other day at a bar spoke up, rather loudly. He spoke of the new king messing with Phantom Lord, which made her frown just a bit. Bringing the glass to her lips she took a huge gulp out of it and banged it on the table she was sitting at. Joan shot a look at both Tecka and Jeremiah, hoping to catch their attention. She was never one to be loud and chaotic. She was always calm and calculating. This probably contradicted the manners of a lot of her guildmates, but she had practised keeping control of her temper. Even if she was raging inside, she would never show it. But if she needed her voice to be heard, she would make sure that happened.

In case the two members noticed her, she would invite them to sit at her table for a talk.

A complaisant tone had overtaken the young man as he'd begun to follow his new found ally and the red beast-monster that seemed to be the man's protector of some sort. The taller of the two men leading, while the trio approached the woman who had been sipping by her lonesome in the far corner of the guildhall. Tecka hadn't noticed her being there, or he had at one point and then forgot over the course of drinking himself dumb. Either way, she was present and especially made herself known with the tap of her glass.

Once they had arrived to the woman's table, Tecka's inebriation caused- beer lenses had been easier to ignore, as her real face up close seemed awfully familiar. Just as the taller man asked about who the woman was, Tecka stepped in to speak. "She is, a recent friend. A good friend of mine." The short black haired young man blurted out. Though he had already known who the woman was, he hadn't wanted to be rude and take her spotlight and introduction away from her, especially since he had recalled how she paid for the young man's drinks the evening they'd met. Besides, there were questions he wanted answered as well. "You must be Shura, right?" he questioned looking towards the taller man.

"I'm Tecka, a new Phantom. I've heard a lot about you, mainly about how strong you are. Is it true? Could I see a display of this strength? Perhaps sometime we could fight?" Although, not one hundred percent positive of who the man was, he had a look of experience and an ember dyed beast in his party. It didn't get much cooler than that.

Calming his excitement down, Tecka looked away from the group of individuals in slight embarrassment, forgetting that as usual they were only present to conduce some type of business. Rolling his head back towards the group, he would pay attention rather than talk, if not to save some time but to also keep from driving the group insane.

Joan seemed to have caught the attention of the two guildmates. She knew who both of them were, and she had some questions for the both of them. Jeremiah asked who Joan was, which Tecka answered for her. The vampyress took a sip of her juice and nodded. “I’m Joan,” she added, since Tecka didn’t mention her name. Before the sorceress could speak, Tecka cut in again, asking if the male was Shura. She allowed him to speak some more before it was her turn to cut in.

“No he’s not. He’s Jeremiah,” she said, and then turned to the slayer. “Where’s Shura?” There was her question for Jeremiah. “Is he dead?” She was worried, only because he was a guildmate. If Shura was killed by one of those Grimoire Heart members, that’d really piss Joan off.

She had another question in her head when Tecka announced that they should start a revolution. “What makes you think a revolution could solve anything, Tecka?” The vampyress spoke in a calm manner. She was actually curious to know what Tecka was thinking.

The blank statement rung through Teckas mind upon hearing that he'd mistaken the tall golden browned skin man for someone else. Apparently his name is jeremiah, and just as tecka was about to begin to frown, the man's claims of being just as strong raised his brow, while the offer of arranging a fight brought a slight smile to tecka's face. Upon hearing both of their replies, Tecka spoke in earnest, "I didnt know we had other things that needed solving." Pausing, he raised his arms with a shrug of his shoulders to imply that there wasnt an excuse he could give for why he wanted to start the revolution, but rather decided to tell the truth of the matter "I just want to get a fight started." He hadn't thought too much over those who wanted to avoid a fight and remain peaceful because he'd known that such a thing was impossible for the human species.

His sole reasoning was to get to fight the people who managed to overthrow an entire kingdom. "This grimoire heart group, they've got to be strong." Tecka repeated his earlier motion, before continuing. "So, are there any other ideas? I mean, besides a revolution we could aim to prepare in case a fight ensues." A revolution was always a work of art on paper but sometimes it's the plans that forego it, the minor yet subtle changes that create a devastating cause and effect, those are what determined whether the work of art was a masterpiece. Looking towards jeremiah, he continued "maybe we should encourage others to take time off for themselves in between large assignments." His words at first sounding as if he was truly concerned for jeremiah's condition after possible combat, and to an exent he was "I have heard that sparring is a good way to safely recover and not lose any combat experience during recovery."

Joan listened to the two males speak, letting them both finish what they were saying while she took some time to think about matters. Jeremiah was right. Joan had worked together with Shura helping Grimoire Heart with their mission once. Both of them suffered fatal injuries but survived after a long period of recovery. She couldn’t guess how intense the battle at Crocus was, but she had a feeling Shura definitely made it out alive. But why hadn’t he shown up at the guild?

“You’re right. The guildmaster is dead. Cesare was killed by Grimoire Heart, Geb was killed...by a heart attack. However, Grimoire Heart was always strong. They were waiting for the right time to strike, and now they have succeeded. Arthurias is stronger than all of us combined. Why do you think the Council couldn’t stop him? They probably couldn’t even attempt it.”

The vampyress inhaled sharply. Her expression displayed how serious she was about what she was saying. “I’m taking charge of the guild from this point and for as long as I’m capable. We need to get much stronger to even be able to think of starting a revolution against the current government.” Joan stood up from the table after finishing her lime juice. Hopefully the two of them understood what she meant by what she said. They needed a lot of training, and so did she. “I’ll see you again after my travels,” she said before taking her leave.

"I've no problems with this."

As the black haired woman got up to make her exit, Tecka would reply in a low tone although her sudden leave for travel emphasized the importance of her decision and placement within the guild. Soon after Jeremiah would look to Tecka, with a small smile telling him to meet at the Haunted Lands later tonight, before leaving himself. Standing there with no drink, his buzz quickly fleeing and common sense returning to his mind he'd taken a minute to stand there attempting to comprehend what had just occured.

"Alright, i'll be there." The black haired young man spoke to himself in confidence, though unsure exactly how to get to the Haunted Grounds. "No matter, i'll just find my own way over there." He finished. Tecka returned to his spot at the bar where he had been sitting earlier, as he didnt have anywhere else to go and truthfully hadnt wanted to go anywhere else. Things were getting fun, and it couldnt be stopped just yet.

Sitting back at the bar stool, the young man raised his glass again drinking in large gulps the once strong alcohol now watered down by the melted ice. "Great." It was as if fate was telling him something. With that, Tecka decided to get an early start instead, leaving the guild hall to search around for the haunted lands. There was nothing more exciting than a promised fight, and it seemed like Jeremiah was a man true to his word to have remained in phantom lord for as long as he has. "How long has he been around?" Tecka wondered as he descended the hill and steps out front of the guild hall's entrance. "Regardless, i can see the appeal already." Strong guild mates, and dynamic moves being made. Reminiscent to a game of chess..

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