Noel already felt quite at home within the halls of his guild. As a matter of fact, with just more than minimal effort he'd been aiding the restorations and improvements of the hall. The backyard pool, their latest addition, had been shining in the clear sun as the radiating summer sun remained a powerful motivator for one to take a bathing session. While some sat on a big yellow rubber ducky, enjoying the peace and tranquility - others enjoyed in breaking that peace and tranquility with a little bit of chaos. Such a person being Noel, he took an extended run and cannonballed into the water. Crashing it and causing ripples of water being torn left and right. Of course that meant that the young lady who sat near the pool was likely hit by the sudden infusion of chaos. And water drops of course.

While resurfacing, the 'damage' caused by his cannonball became apparent, he'd raise his hand and bow his head a little to the people he disturbed the most. Lastly came the young shoujo who most presumably was lounging up to this point. She sat a little further away, so Noel swam to the side of the pool. He'd smoothly leave the basin by raising himself up from the edge. Upon leaving the water, he'd pull off his fabulous Hawaiian shirt and wring it off. While wringing it, he'd bow his head to the young shojo and begin talking. "Sumimasen, I didn't mean to get you wet." He'd put his totally gorgeous Hawaiian tshirt back on, (covering his chiseled and well trained abs from the sight of such young damsel) - which by no doubt had impressions from the 60s - an older time. "It seems my abhorrent behavior has struck yet another. In due time, I will make it up to you. Hõntoni." Noel said, sounding disappointed in himself. She was someone he hadn't met before, so he was to introduce himself - given she hadn't walked away yet. "My name is Noel," Of course, he'd initiate standard greetings protocol. Extended hand, slight bow - and smile. Nothing sociopathic about that right? Right.

Noel took place on the chair near hers. He didn't feel like needing her permission. "Would you like to play a game? It's called the would-you-rather game. As you can guess by its title, you propose two different situations to each other." The scorching heat triggered Noel to deploy a folded umbrella near his seat. His pasty skin wasn't ready to be bothered by sunburns throughout the week. "Here, I'll start: would you rather only be able to use a fork (no spoon) or only be able to use a spoon (no fork)?" He was a god among men regarding this game, years of playing this game with strangers has given him the collection of the best type of questions to ask.

How lucky Noel was, for the politeness in her tone; accepting his apology with dignity and eloquence. A smile on her face ultimately was another reason as to why his chaotic energy thrived so much; he always gets away with it. Her sarcasm struck a hole in his ever so perfect ship of charisma. Though her gentle smile at the end of her snide assured the safety of his Bismarck. With his ego and pride upheld, he accepted the offered seat. His name was already known to her. Kenzo, of course - he'd ought to have been making rounds within the sorority. Come to think of it, he couldn't think of any women his best friend was spending time with. Maybe he didn't swing that way? Noel wouldn't have noticed. But it did somewhat subconsciously trigger him to play as his wingman way in advance. He knew Kenzo would have done the same for him. "Oh, you've met Kenzo already? Did you know that he's a hero? Saved a cat out of a tree once --" Not spectacular enough Noel. "while riding a unicycle and uh.." Blow it up some more! "while going up the tree he held in one arm a golden vase ... and in his other hand he held a burning school." The adult male coughed into his hand and continued. "It's a complicated story." He said, as if to suggest his new friend shouldn't ask any questions about it and assume everything he said was the truth.

Rania introduced herself as a healer; someone who too newly joined the ranks of the Blue Pegasus. Healing was quite an interesting subject to Noel; as he took a role as a medical professional in his time prior to becoming a mage. His time as a physician in Orchidia has been long past though. In a way the two were like ying and yang, Noel caused destruction, and his new friend Rania was there to bring balance to that destruction by healing. As his philosophical take was taking more of his attention, he'd return his attention to the conversation by starting the game of would you rather. She seemed quite interested in the game. Her response was quite interesting, she'd rather use spoons and chopsticks. Her emerald hue gave him another first impression; but it may have appeared that her roots and his own laid more closely than he thought. "Interesting. It's rare for me to meet people that prefer hashi." Noel mentally made a note describing Rania as a spooner; interesting information he could feed Kenzo later on.

Her hypothetical was about solely drinking water, or no water at all. It was somewhat tricky from a biological standpoint to cease drinking water - assuming she counted water as any beverage which the majority of its mass consists out of water then there'd be no logical issues. "No water. A nice chianti after a long day of work, a pina colada on sunny beach days such as this?" He'd shake his coconut drink, the straw that laid in it rustled against the edges. "Can't give those up, I'd have to invite other demons into my lifestyle to rebalance it."

A waiter stopped by the duo, presenting a platter full of Tapas; a Stellan treat - Noels pearly blue eyes gazed over it, the waiter was keen on distributing food to those at the party. Noel took the entire platter instead of taking a piece of the platter, the waiter tried taking it back but Noel wasn't going to give him any room to do so. He power moved the plate and put it on top of a small table next to himself and Rania. The waiter awkwardly walked away.

When the waiter was out of eyeshot, the male pointed at a few guildies playing volleyball quite close to them. Trying to get Ranias attention to them. "Watch the ball" He'd say while moving his arms in a way best described as a man trying to catch a fish with an invisible fishing rod. As he casually swung forwards, he'd angle the ball and reel it in. Once it was close enough he'd undo his telekineses spell and hit the ball back to the volleybal field. "Gravity is my domain." He'd say towards Rania before turning his attention to the platter and taking a few pieces off of it.

It was his turn now. "Would you rather have a dog with a cats personality, or a cat with a dogs personality?"

They were close to each other, unexpectedly, Noel knew Kenzo was a socialite deep within. Rania didn't seem too opposed to the idea of Kenzo having accomplished a feat as outrageous as he described. Noel enjoyed bluffing his way up a skylark. Certainly if it was at the expense of someone else, like Kenzo. A devilish smile appeared on his face.

His neat little parlor trick managed to impress the young and impressionable Rania. Since he was a mage through and through, his mantra was more a conglomeration of chaos. While scarfing down some of the Tapas, he'd listen to Rania who questioned if he were a respected and feared combatant. Outside of Kenzo, his last conflict started with his opponent, a (child-like) mage un-robing herself to gain an edge over him. According to his own train of thought, respected wasn't the case - but feared... maybe. "I haven't shown the world the true efficacy of my powers, not yet." He'd say in reply to Rania's question. "How about you? Do you venture in the squabbles of power?"

Moving onto the would you rather game. Rania picked a cat with a dogs personality. Noel chuckled at her explanation. He'd frame a picture in his mind where a dog exhibited cat like behavior and couldn't stop smiling. It seemed too amusing to him. "I'd go for the dog. As benevolent as it may be, it could still be humble enough to not be an ass." Noel explained, taking more of the tapas and slamming it into his mouth as Rania continued the game. Her hypothetical was a very combat centric, a topic he easily could talk hours about. From one-versus-one, to grand strategies.

Noel put his hand on his chin and begun responding. "I'd go for the sharp weapon that always breaks; being prepared for a fight is one of the most important aspects. If this preparation could give me a weapon which is always sharp, I'd go always go for that." He said, removing his hand from his chin as he continued. "It's like playing a game of chess, but you start with a few more pieces." He liked this trend of combative questions so he continued with one of his own. "Would you rather fight with sagging pants(that you have to pull up occasionally) or while being drunk?" Noel rubbed his hands together, as this has happened to him once, with both conditions ringing true. His eyes went toward the horizon, as he begun remembering the event that transpired more than ten years ago. It was a fight with his ex-wife (not the blonde); he had taken off his belt and used it as a whip. It backfired horribly though, as his sagging pants made it so he couldn't run.

While Noel was somewhat fazed out and staring into the distance, not listening to Rania's reply to his hypothetical he snapped back out of what some would describe as Vietnam flashbacks to continue the game with Rania, despite it not being his turn nor did he hear her reply to his question. "Would you rather have two dads or two moms?" Breaking the topic of combat hypotheticals, Noel moved onto the 'weird' - zone instead. His attention started to drizzle, and he became hyper focused on a frisbee they were throwing around the pool - much like a dog watching a stick about to be thrown in a game of fetch. Noel excused himself from the game he was playing with Rania to move on to the next thing that caught his attention. "Sorry, I have to capture that frisbee. It was nice to meet you Rania, talk to you later." Noel threw a cool hand sign, the classic hang loose gesture. Next he dove into the water, submerging in deep before breaking the surface tension maybe ten meters further from where he dove into the water. He broke out elegantly and caught the frisbee with his teeth, intercepting it like it was a soccer ball. He dove into the water with the frisbee in his mouth as the previous friendly frisbee players somewhat got sad that the dog stole their frisbee and was playing catch with it now. Noel made retrieving the frisbee from his beak  tricky but still doable. He'd zig 'n zag to avoid the spells that were eventually flung towards him. To slow him down, or to cause him to jump into the fists of someone nearby. Eventually he let go and moved on to the next thing that would catch his attention. He'd go surfing in the evening, while slightly tipsy and holding a drink in one hand while trying to balance it with his surfboard crashing into the waves and all. If he was sure he couldn't complete the wave without it collapsing on him, he'd down his drink and dive in. That was the lifestyle of Noel at the moment.