Gamemaster wrote:
Hargeon Square is the gathering place of all those in Hargeon, and because of that it catches the attention of all those within the City. The people of Hargeon, though well accustomed to Blue Pegasus, find themselves apprehensive about the idea of a guild taking over their city as a Lord or Lady from the nobility would. Due to that, there are active protests in the square, demanding Blue Pegasus not take their city.
Things had really gotten quite messy over the past few months hadn't they...? You'd think sealing off the gates to heaven and hell would prove to be a universal boon to commonfolk not only in Fiore, but all around the word, but nothing ever turned out quite as straightforward as it may seem at first glance. The power of the heavens had shrunk both literally and metaphorically, as the government's own sphere of influence contracted down to the center of Fiore, leaving Guilds to manage their own domains like Feudal Lords... Alisa had seized the reigns of Blue Pegasus, but now she suddenly found herself as the potential future Lady of Hargeon, not unlike the nobles of old. She had no interest in that mantle but... As she strolled around the streets with a smile on her face, admiring the bright blue, sunlit skies as the rainy, chill days of winter were slowly griving way to the vibrant, verdant hues of spring... She knew this city was where she belonged, just like the rest of her guild:
"Doesn't seem like a consensual opinion, however...", she thought to herself, as the clamouring of the crowd at the center of Hargeon square finally reach
"Get out, Blue Pegasus!!"
"You don't own Hargeon!!!"
She supposed not being called out by name could be seen as a modicum of respect, but Alisa still still sighed... Her Guild was a family after all, so she could be called a patriot in that sense. Surprising how Hargeon's decades-long love for their comparatively peaceful guild Blue Pegasus, all of their pride for hosting it, seemingly went out the window overnight, the moment they realized the Guild itself would be collecting their taxes.
"Human nature huh...?", mused the sculptress, cooly passing by the crowd without a care in the world. She had attained a fair measure of respect and reverence as a mage, more than enough for people to know she was by far the worst person to channel all of their frustrations onto.