[Llyr, O] - Wayward Glances

[Kieve Viho]

The music was overwhelming, but Kieve enjoyed not having to hear conversation. The Movement was probably one of the only placed he didn't mind going in Symphony outside of the Soprano district. Any time that Kieve could be out and not have to talk to people he appreciated it. It didn't really matter that he wasn't the age to drink either or that he was technically too young to be in places like that. No one was going to stop someone who looked like him. Usually the mask was enough to keep distance between him and anyone else who thought for an instant they might just want to pick up a conversation with him. Kieve leaned over the bar in his chair and left his hands slip past the mask into his hair. It was still odd having such short hair to him in comparison to how it used to be, but he wasn't that child anymore. He was Thief Heart, the terror of Symphony. He wasn't a member of Recital. He wasn't the son of the chief.

When Kieve sat back up he let himself scan the area. Looking past his mask he could catch moving bodies in flickering lights, and colors flashing in patterns to match the thumping beats. People were so peculiar, dancing the ways they did. It ranged from the one swaying lightly in the corner to the one swinging limbs haphazardly all about, not caring who was in the way. Kieve couldn't grasp what could make people act in such ways. It was shameless really. The young man knew someone of his standing was simply too good to make a fool of themselves. Kieve grabbed his drink, a simple soda, and took a short drink, tilting his mask only slightly in the process. He didn't want anyone to see beyond that cryptic facade, so he didn't often drink or eat in public at all. It was simpler if no one could see him. If no one could see his face, maybe no one could see his thoughts.

Not like anyone could anyway, but Kieve felt somewhat unsettled around others. Somehow it was as if because he could steal magic he was uneasily aware that others could steal other things from him. Not hopes. Not dreams. But other things. Things that Kieve didn't even want to see in himself, let alone have others spy on. The young man took a side-long glance around the movement once more, to assure that no eyes were on him that shouldn't have been. At the very least he knew when someone was looking at him because of his attire and when someone was looking for something deeper, because he had ample amounts of practice with that. But then he caught a deep flash of blue that made him look again. The young man had such deep eyes that Kieve was suddenly hyper-aware of all that was about him. There was something of that man, the one with the serene blue eyes and dark blue hair, that nagged the very core of Kieve's being. Was he someone important too, like Kieve was? That would have made this short outing much more interesting then, the young man noted with a slight frown.

Kieve tried to steal a look away, feeling as if he stared too long he would be found out, even though he was wearing mask to hide himself. Something else was nagging at him about the older man as well and he thought it too had something to do with his mask. Those piercing blue eyes made the blue-haired man look somewhat regal in appearance and suddenly it was almost as if Kieve felt shame. As the young man pried deeper into the feeling he connected the shame with how he looked. Wearing a mask suited his purposes but when looking to the regal man it felt almost as if he was a lesser being because of it. No, because that wasn't possible. Kieve had always been steps above everyone else, even in his darkest moments when he was doing lesser acts. The young man stared for a moment more before turning back to his soda with a frown.

After a few moments Kieve left himself get lost in the music again. Music could be so helpful, as he silently noted before, but no matter how hard he tried to get lost in the repetitive noise that these people called music he couldn't get those cold blue eyes from his head. There were complexities in those eyes that Kieve couldn't understand through a glance and it was beginning to piss him off. If this persisted then he would probably end up over there, perhaps even picking a fight. It had been a while since he had last dirtied his hands over something so trivial, but Kieve couldn't stand the thought of anyone coming even close to being above him. The young man knew in the depth of his being that he was at the precipice, vastly more important and clever and intelligent than everyone else. The frown on the young man's face deepened as he wrapped his hands about his cup and took a long drink, trying to clear his mind.

[Llyr Lunette]

Llyr slipped through the night without catching any attention through the Percussion district. It was a pleasant change not to be picked out of the crowd and stared at or whispered about like he usually was. It wasn't even that it was all negative because quite often it was just a collection of remarks on his appearance, but he still liked to be anonymous every once and a while. Without eyes on him, Llyr could feel normal and he could finally stop dwelling on his constant differences, letting go of the guilt and fear locked away. At least for a little while. The young muse's eyes took in the night one last time before he abandoned it for the familiar sounds of the movement.

The club was busy like it usually was and the music washed over Llyr like waves on a vast ocean. Llyr's heart seemed to ache for a moment as he felt the lingering silence on his ears, relishing the music like breath. Sometimes he felt such things, like the agony of missing music for too long then hearing it anew was like being reborn. The young man pushed some hair from his face as he made his way further into the club, slipping around people easily without calling any attention upon himself. It was such a pleasant change not to be the figure of awe that he normally was, Llyr noted again with a serene smile. The young man took only a few minutes to find himself a place to sit, the same place he usually did when he stole away nights like this for himself.

The break from work was almost as good as the break from being recognized all the time. A waitress walked around to the outer tables taking orders for drinks and Llyr waved her over. The girl looked to be around Llyr's age with bright green eyes and hair tied up in a pony-tail and she looked more than pleased to rush over and help him. Her voice was deceptively sweet, but powered over the music with an obviously trained experience. "What can I get you, sir?" The waitress seemed to look over Llyr as if he was a paint memory tugging on the corners of her mind. It was sort of nice still not being automatically recognized and he hoped she would eventually give up on the quest.

"Just the standard tune," Llyr replied with a light smile. The standard tune was the movement's way of saying a light alcoholic beverage, usually intended to loosen up the customers enough to dance. Llyr didn't intend to dance and he didn't usually drink, but it felt like a good night to let go a little. Llyr never got drunk though because it not only would have been foolish, but because with such devastating magic he couldn't afford to lose control at any time. The young woman took down the order and continued to rush about to all the tables she needed to see.

Llyr watched her slide through the crowd effortlessly for a few prolonged moments before turning his eyes back to the crowd. That was when Llyr's eyes caught the flash of green and gold. Somehow, even beyond that odd curved mask, Llyr could tell that the green haired man was looking at him. A unsettling feeling slipped over the young man as he quickly tried to avert his eyes. The green-haired boy had something about him that made Llyr want to avoid eye contact, which was usually very hard to accomplish considering he had seen very horrifying things. After taking a deep breath Llyr looked back, noticing more things of the young man than he had in the first glance.

What the child was wearing was indeed peculiar, especially the mask, and it made Llyr wonder where he came from and what he was doing in the movement. From how the boy carried himself it was clear he didn't enjoy the place like the dancing tones did. Llyr didn't either, because he usually came only to escape and hear music for a while, but the young muse couldn't pin what the green-haired boy got from the location. Llyr tried to observe without being too suspicious or awkward about it. Something about the child made Llyr interested and afraid all at once.

Considering his experience with powerful magic Llyr almost had another sense about it, usually detecting magic potential within others. Within the green-haired boy Llyr could see something that confused him, as if he was staring at a corrupted purity just beneath that golden mask. It wouldn't have been so note-worthy if Llyr didn't notice it as being extremely powerful and dangerous, but he did and it made his heart race a little. The feeling that he was being watched finally faded as the green-haired boy shifted in his seat, but Llyr couldn't shake the other unsettled feelings within him.

Finally the waitress came back with his drink and Llyr thanked her with a warm smile before taking the cup. The muse stared at the drink for a moment, suddenly ruing the concept of drinking even such a small amount of alcohol just in case something happened with that boy who so captured his attention in the worst ways. After shooting a quick drink to the boy again, Llyr took a sip and tried to assure himself that nothing was going to happen. It was just a normal afternoon at the movement and nothing need go sour.

[Kieve Viho]

Kieve continued to focus on his distractions. The young man tried desperately to remember why he had come to the movement in the first place, but his mind was so scattered from the look in those eyes. Those frustrating blue eyes. Kieve continued to look for distractions, but he kept feeling his thoughts trailing back to the blue-haired man. Was that man looking at him now? Why was the man at the movement this particular night? A deep agonizing breath in made Kieve want to scream out his frustrations, but he remained silent. After taking another drink the young man realized the futility of his attempts to distract himself and tried to put his mind on a different track.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kieve could see that little glimpse of blue that made his blood boil. The young man began to pick away at his mind to try and find some form of a solution. There was always the default of starting that fight he was thinking about, but Kieve knew he was above it. Yes, someone of his standing really shouldn't dirty his hands over something so trivial unless it would perfectly serve his needs. Faintly Kieve remembered the sensation of the woman he had killed upon first arriving and a twisted ghost of a smile graced his face for a moment. When he did get to the dirty moments it was good to know he could properly appreciate them though, Kieve thought sadistically.

Knowing that he would not formulate a good plan just sitting there Kieve quickly finished his drink and stood. If he could not come up with a plan to rid himself of the feelings that were eating at him, he would at least investigate the man a little further. With more information it was even possible he could banish the suspicions or frustrations, though Kieve somehow knew that was almost entirely unlikely to happen. Something within the young man was telling him that he and this regal blue-haired man were to have a special kind of intertwining story of some sort. Maybe by the end Kieve could crush the royal look out of his face, the young man thought with a twisted sense of hope. He hated the constant feeling of being inadequate when he recalled every aspect of the man's face and eyes.

On his walk through the club Kieve was suddenly bumped by an obviously drunk man. He was tall and big, stumbling over himself like a clumsy child. When the man realized he had bumped someone he cast his drunken eyes down and stifled a laugh, muttering, "Jeez this kid looks like he popped right out of Halloween doesn't he?" Kieve wrinkled his nose in disgust at the smell of stale alcohol on the man's breath. If there was one thing that the child didn't have it was patience for those so unbelievably far below him. If he didn't have a mask on Kieve could imagine the man cowering in fear from the look he was giving.

"I believe it's time that you," Kieve started, reaching out for the man's collar, "slept off those drinks. Don't you think?" Kieve's voice was a calm malice that was filled with threat. In the blink of an eye Kieve managed to land a quiet but harsh blow to the man's neck. None of the man's friends seemed to notice until he was already tumbling to the ground unconscious and Kieve was continuing on his way. The simplicity in his actions made it easy to get out of the way by the time that the consequences would have set in. Speed was sometimes Kieve's best weapon. No one seemed to care that a man had collapsed really because a man as drunk as he was probably would have collapsed sooner or later anyway. Especially with the thumping beats and repetitive music of the movement.

By the time Kieve had turned his attention back to the man of royal blue he was done thinking up plans. Hitting the drunken man caused him a rush that inspired him to be a little more straightforward. It wasn't long until Kieve was at the blue man's table and he didn't take long to settle opposite of him. There was no more stalling. Kieve was going to get down to the mystery of the man before him in the easiest way possible. He would talk to him. "You sense it don't you?" Kieve asked the question casually, acting as if it meant nothing, but he finally had a guess at why this man was bothering him. The blue-haired man could see something within Kieve just like he feared. Royal blue could see right through him somehow.

[Gale Devlin]

It didn't really matter how long she stayed at the movement, Gale knew she had no intentions of going home any time soon. If it were only a year ago she could have never imagined being out so late, let alone at a place like the club. Because she was raised in Percussion Gale knew all of the popular places to be and used to dream about going and having fun there. Back then the movement was at the top of her list, but it didn't feel so grand now. Nothing seemed to feel so grand though because life wasn't what she thought it to be when she was young. The young girl absent-mindedly began pulling her hair over her shoulder while her eyes scanned the crowd. Gale didn't want to dance, nor did she want to drink (as if she had the option), but she did want to observe.

Ever since her mother's death the young woman had made a habit of people watching, looking over each person like they were an item she could understand fully before moving onto the next. Observation was important to the girl because she didn't want to be off guard ever again. Gale wanted to catalog everyone she could in Symphony until she found the one. That sign of the catalyst that changed her mind such a short while ago. The young girl often cursed herself for being so unobservant on that most important day, but hoped that she could recognize the one who had taken her mother from her. Just the green hair wouldn't help her though because she had so often known people who dyed or cut their hair, changing how they looked entirely.

It was too soon to give up though. Gale sat back in her chair and tried to look casual, like she belonged, while still scouting the crowd. There were many people out, but she only recognized one immediately. The blue-haired muse known as Llyr was very well known by everyone in the academy. Or if they hadn't seen him or met him directly they heard stories of him. The man commanded devastating magic but was somehow still so level about life. That was something that Gale secretly envied about him. Llyr was like an idol in the Sanctuary from what she could tell, but he never let anything get to his head. The man didn't even have an ego from what she could tell!

Gale entertained the thought of going over to talk to him, but he seemed absorbed in something else. The girl noticed a tense edge to the look in his eyes and followed them across the club to a man. His green hair sent a shiver down Gale's spine. 'He can't be much older than me. So scrawny. But that hair...' Her thoughts trailed off as she quickly tried to change the subject in her mind. It wasn't the one, she told herself, because he had long hair and wasn't wearing anything so foolish as a mask. Gale tried to focus on the present and the questions she had for it. What interest was Llyr taking in the young man? Gale let her eyes travel to Llyr once more before she tried to look back to the boy with green hair. Something of him was getting Llyr's attention so she might benefit from keeping an eye on both of them.

She didn't want to get involved though. Jumping into that situation could have put Llyr on edge if he wasn't already. Gale made sure that she would monitor the situation and only go over if it would have been in her best interest. Thus far it didn't really concern her and she couldn't imagine any good coming out of it so she honestly didn't want to bother greeting her fellow muse. They could always talk later at work if she found the desire, so she didn't need to strike up small talk in a night club. The sudden movement of the green-haired boy caught Gale's attention and she found herself watching him move through the club. It way peculiar because he seemed to be heading straight for Llyr, though he did get caught up with a man bumped into him. Words that she couldn't hear were exchanged, and then the man was suddenly tumbling to the ground.

Gale's eyes narrowed as she picked through what just happened. It looked somewhat as if the man had just collapsed of drunkenness, but Gale thought that a little suspicious after that encounter with the green-haired boy. He seemed to unsavory of a character to allow such a thing to happen without doing something about it. Through the crowd her eyes couldn't catch it, but she still had her suspicious and probably wouldn't let go of them any time soon. Gale continued to visually follow the green-haired boy around until he had settled himself at Llyr's table. Now things certainly were getting peculiar because Gale couldn't imagine the two knowing each other. The girl wanted to move in for a closer look, perhaps to overhear a word or two, but she would have to wait. It would be too obvious to go over there just as the green-haired boy settled in.

Gale could hardly contain the flow of questions running through her mind. Llyr did take notice of the boy, and perhaps the boy took notice of Llyr too, but it all just seemed off. This seemed like a chance meeting between mortal enemies somehow, yet Gale couldn't shake the feeling that the two didn't even know each other. Her hands began to lightly drum the table she was at as she whispered to herself, "I don't like this at all."

[Llyr Lunette]

When he placed his drink back on his table Llyr realized he had already downed half of it. All of the tenseness he had been experiencing, cast by himself or not, had obviously blinded him. That was a bad situation to be in and he knew it, but he couldn't seem to contain himself. If there was one thing that the man couldn't stand it was knowing that he was losing the reign over his emotion without being able to do a thing about it. Alcohol wouldn't solve his problems beyond perhaps slowing his racing mind, but it was just more likely to cloud it and that wouldn't have done him an ounce of good. 'If I keep thinking like this I'm not going to make it through the night in one piece,' Llyr thought, letting his head fall into his hands.

It was a rare moment of outwardly expressed weariness that the man usually hated to let anyone see, but tonight he hadn't been recognized enough for him to validate holding it back. Even if the green-haired boy caught it, Llyr didn't much care. Had Llyr seen anyone he felt he needed to keep the charade up around he probably wouldn't have been this way or even had an alcoholic drink before him, but he had mentally stated many times how he had been mostly under the radar that afternoon. The drink before him, half finished, was simply too tempting to be left alone. Llyr didn't was to get drunk, or even buzzed for that matter, he just wanted to loosen his mind. His mind was simply causing him too much grief.

The drink went down smooth and Llyr decided it was probably time to scout the crowd again once he finished. The green-haired man wasn't in his chair when the muse looked. Llyr felt his heart drop, then start racing as he continued to pick through the crowd for the green hair that made him so nervous. For a moment he could have swore he saw a familiar young face, but he brushed it off in his frantic search for the boy. By the time Llyr's eyes settled on him something was happening that left the muse very unsettled. The green-haired boy was speaking to a man, though the encounter was short lived, as when the young man walked away the bigger man fell to the ground.

Llyr narrowed his glance and tried to mentally re-observe what had just happened. Just before the man went down the muse could have swore he saw the green-haired boy's hand lash out. Did that young boy just knock the man unconscious for something in public? Llyr had to admit it would have been the perfect time considering people were getting drunk everywhere and many were likely to drop off because of it, but it still struck Llyr as especially daring and foolhardy. The green-haired boy clearly wasn't shy and seemed to make a special point of it when he continued through the crowd towards Llyr himself. Suspicions and nervous thoughts were slowly confirmed as the green-haired boy sat down opposite of Llyr.

The muse didn't like any of it. After a few moment's the green-haired boy spoke, a tone so masked over like his face was. Llyr began to carefully pick apart the way the boy spoke, the tone of his voice, and how he carried himself. If the man could say something that the boy wasn't expecting he may be able to end the encounter before it got too rocky or questionable. He felt his doubts constantly muttering that things were already rocky and would continue to be so, but he remained calm outwardly because it was what he must do to make things go smoothly as possible.

Then Llyr actually realized what was being asked of him and his heart dropped a little more. There really was something to the green-haired boy that Llyr could feel. The magic. Llyr cursed his luck, knowing that sensing such magic and crushed purity in such a boy could only lead to foul things. There did seem to be no escaping the boy though and for some reason Llyr knew they would end up struggling many times over. In how the boy held himself the muse could tell that he had much to hide. "That's not how you introduce yourself, boy," Llyr finally said coolly, not caring that he didn't answer the question asked of him.

In all actually Llyr had no desire to touch on that question at all. Answering it was like fighting with a double edged blade. He would be taking a hit no matter what he did, so if he could avoid it he could stay safe until he gathered enough information to put the two on level ground. It would have been best if Llyr could rise about the whole situation, though he knew that would take some time. Probably more time than he had in such an urgent situation. "You wear your past on your mask. Hiding is shameful, yet you understand that yourself. If it's a battle of wits you wish I must warn you that I am a very adept player."

It astounded even Llyr how level he managed to keep himself during his speech. This would be the first step in a very complex dance he knew would take all of his focus.

[Kieve Viho]

Certainly there was much happening beneath the surface, and the understanding of it overjoyed the twisted young man. Kieve could see the discomfort in Llyr's seat, though that may have been of his own creation. Even if it were, Kieve was still having a lot of devious fun with the thought. Once the young masked boy had settled in he looked over the crowd once more, making sure no one in particular had taken notice of him. Not like anyone really would considering the shear genius of his action and sleekness of his stealth-- Kieve stopped. His mind suddenly burned with rage as he caught the tail end of a glance. The young man was very caught up in the anger at someone staring at him that he almost entirely missed the person who was really looking at him. Oh well this is interesting indeed, Kieve thought with a dark smile. The young woman wasn't looking any more, but he knew she had. The fact that she was around his age confirmed his suspicions.

The disinterested look in the white-haired young woman couldn't deter Kieve though, because he caught her little moment slip up. At the very least he hadn't been the object of her full attention, which meant his initial anger wasn't very well founded. In fact the young woman had been looking to Royal blue. He wondered what interest she had in him, though it eventually left his thoughts when he focused on her pretty little face. Kieve didn't have a doubt in him that it was really the same crying little girl from that first day. Something about killing their mother really upsets little girls, Kieve thought as his dark grin came back. Later Kieve would have to attend to the little girl, but for now it had to be about Royal blue. In fact, Royal blue had proved to be much more interesting in banter than he could have assumed. Kieve knew this would be an interesting conversation, but he also knew it wasn't going to end as just that same simple conversation.

Royal blue called him kid, which was a bit frustrating, but didn't strike him the way the comment of his mask did. This man with the haunting eyes could talk all he liked, but Kieve still didn't think it was possible he could see even a fragment of his past no matter how regal he looked. No one could read anyone else's mind through their eyes as far as Kieve knew. There was no need to let any of that bother him though, Kieve thought to himself silently, because once Royal blue was face-down in the dirt Kieve could extract every little ounce of information from his pretty little head. Perhaps even more than mere information. Was it possible that Royal blue had some magic that would come in handy to Kieve? The green-haired boy would certainly invest some time into that investigation when he was wiping the floor with Royal blue's face.

"Wit. That's interesting... that you should assume my goal related to a battle of wits," Kieve started slowly, playing around with concepts in his mind as he spoke. The conversation couldn't be rushed no matter how much Kieve wished they could get down to the base level of things. Something of Royal blue still made Kieve furious and unsettled. "I find your dodging tiring. If you wish not to answer my questions perhaps you should just say as much. We needn't be so full of restrained contempt. Don't you agree?" Kieve wondered if he was keeping up with Royal blue to the man's satisfaction. It was interesting first speaking with someone because it was simply too easy to make a bad impression. Or in this case he could come across as weak, perhaps he would be assumed as less of a threat than he really was. That would have been a grave mistake on behalf of Royal blue, yet Kieve didn't assume the man would have made such a foolish mistake.

"But before we get too deep to change topic, perhaps I should warn you that a friend of yours is nearby. A young woman I believe you know. White hair, pale eyes..." Kieve let his voice trail off as a wicked grin slipped onto his face. It wasn't time to say where the young girl was, but Royal blue seemed like the type to care when a young one like she was in harm's way. The little threat would hopefully work on two different levels, telling Royal blue that he was a threat to be taken seriously and telling the man that he had other things he needed to worry about.

[Gale Devlin]

Gale remained stark and thoughtful as she ran through all of her possibilities. There was always the option of walking away and simply letting go of everything she had felt since seeing the green-haired boy and Llyr, but that wasn't entirely like her. Certainly Gale had the ability to be disinterested in almost everything, but this was something actually worth a little effort and she was already mentally invested. It was too late for her to think she could leave and maybe on a whim ask Llyr about it later. For how she would continue her 'work' from her post afar. Gale couldn't heard anything worth hearing, but she could steal glances and make sure that if Llyr needed magical treatment she would be able to attend to it. In all honesty there wasn't much she could do unless someone was hurt.

Gale still couldn't defend herself. She never did have the ability and couldn't learn during her classes for some reason. It would have been more frustrating if she felt more attached to life, but she didn't so it was more of a side-long thought saying 'I'll probably die young, so maybe I should start eating more sweets.' Gale seemed not to notice or care as much about such pressing matters as health or ability to defend herself because it felt like she could only give those somewhat humorous passing thoughts about the consequences without the honest and normal human reaction of guilt or fear. Those emotions wouldn't serve Gale anyway so she didn't much care that they weren't present, but that was most likely yet another lack of emotion on her part. It made Gale wonder just how much she was lacking in comparison to others, and though she should have been able to recall due to how she used to be before the accident she couldn't seem to remember the feelings she used to experience as a child.

Gale felt suddenly unsettled as if she was being watched and wondered if she should steal a glance to the green-haired boy and Llyr. Certainly they were sitting together conversing now and wouldn't catch a stray glance. At least that's what Gale thought until she turned a little and caught the slight of the golden masked boy. It was hard to tell if he was looking at her, but she could have sworn he was. It passed quickly enough and when she felt he stopped looking at her she watched his lips move, then a cruel smile cross his face. It send a shiver down Gale's spine to see how he reacted to his own words. Suddenly the young woman was wishing she was close enough to hear and understand what was going on between the two. Llyr would see her eventually and let her know if he wanted her to stay there or to come over she was sure, but she was so impatient. If Llyr didn't end up seeing her at all she would probably lose her ability to wait.

It was rare these days for her to get interested, so when she did she had a hard time containing it. The encounter was certainly putting Gale on edge, but it was mostly due to how the green-haired boy struck her mentally. His hair, his mask, his attire all bothered her in ways she was not used to and didn't intend on getting used to. Part of her just wanted to drop the whole matter and never think of that green-haired boy again or so much as talk to Llyr about it, but it would not be so simple. There was a sense of attachment to this encounter that made Gale want to scream. She decided it was no longer time to pretend she didn't see it, so she turned about in her seat, leaned back a little, and watched silently. Llyr's face and the green-haired boy's smirk seemed to imply that the green-haired boy have caught Llyr off guard with something, which astounded Gale to no end.

Llyr had always been a pillar of strength within the ranks of the muses, so stoic and impressive, that it was almost like watching a God fall from the skies to see him restraining himself as he was. The calm face was as serene as ever, but Gale had spent enough time about him to know when he was holding back certain things. Gale still couldn't read Llyr like he could read everyone else, but she had begun to familiarize herself with some of his quirks. With a slight frown, Gale kept her eyes on that conversation, wondering what would come of it.

[Llyr Lunette]

The young man's confident air and tone were enough for Llyr. If there was any stray thought that he could get out of the situation without confrontation it was squelched when the green-haired child spoke. Both of them had put on airs so that they might sound a particular way to the other, but Llyr could see straight through the young man and his dark intentions and that made the elder shiver slightly. There was no definition yet to Llyr, as he didn't know what the child wanted, but the fact remained that there were very cruel intentions just below the surface. Something of the boy kept reminding Llyr that he was far from a harmless little boy.

The way that the green-haired boy spoke was certainly interesting though. The way he worded what he said and the tone in which he said it seemed particularly different than how most would speak and Llyr imagined that the boy liked to keep it that way. The mask alone was enough to tell Llyr that this boy didn't like to blend in with the crowd by any stretch of the imagination. Llyr put a careful focus into picking apart what the young man was saying, but when the young man began to mention another person Llyr felt his heart pounding in his chest. The simplistic description was enough for the elder to know exactly who the green-haired boy was talking about.

Gale. Llyr didn't know what she would want out of a place such as the movement, but he was positive it was her who the green-haired boy was talking about. The child muse still didn't have the ability to protect herself, so she shouldn't really be out in the first place, but to have her swept up into the path of the green-haired boy was unsettling on many different levels. Llyr wouldn't have the green-haired boy knowing he struck a chord though, because he had to remain as calm as possible through the encounter. Thus far Llyr had done well besides downing his drink, but that didn't much matter.

Holding his composure carefully, Llyr began to speak once more, careful with which words he picked and just how he chose to say them. "I will agree with you that we needn't hold silent contempt for one another. We are but strangers in a large city." The manor of speak was somewhat reflective of how the green-haired boy had chosen to speak to him and Llyr hoped that would somewhat throw the child off. He seemed the type to get upset over such things, but the elder couldn't tell for sure. After a short pause Llyr pushed some of the hair from his face and gazed up to his masked opposite.

"Onto the matter of my friend though," Llyr started calmly, putting a careful emphasis on the word friend, "You needn't concern yourself with that. I do not have time nor the patience for friendships. But then that sounds like something that you yourself would know plenty about, child." There wasn't time for a very long break, Llyr thought as he gathered his words for what to say next. It would take careful consideration to strike on just the right emotions or insecurities, but Llyr thought he should be able to rather well.

Through the proper word-choice Llyr knew he could extract information that would come to help him, and that was what he wanted to do before all else. "You came over here because something of me bothers you. You're not quiet as sly as you assume yourself to be. I imagine you feel rather full of yourself because you had the ability to pull the wool over that drunken man and his friends, but I'm afraid to inform you that I'm not drunk or stupid so you can't accomplish anything even half as 'smooth' as that with me."

"I believe your desperate attempt to do as much brought your eyes to someone you thought you may use as a pawn in our unidentified game, yet you seem to have chosen wrong. The pale-eyed girl will be of no use to you. I, however, would like to get down to the straight matter of things, so I will provide you with a truth and my name and then we'll just have to see where it leaves you, yes?" Llyr chose not to leave much time between his words again, hoping it would keep the green-haired boy reeling.

"I am Llyr Lunette, the top tier composer at the Sanctuary. I see you for what you are because I have the ability to see through guises, no matter how solid you believe yours to be. You are a thief. A murderer. Your heart is black." In all honestly Llyr wasn't sure where the concept of the green-haired boy being a murderer or a thief came from, but when the words slipped from his lips he knew that they would be perfect for his purposes. At the very least Llyr was almost positive that the green-haired boy had a corrupted heart like he had said. Most would said it was written all over their face when they make an insight about someone else, but Llyr had seen it written all over his mask. The green-haired boy was no good.

[Kieve Viho]

It was disappointing that Kieve didn't get much of a reaction from Royal blue like he wanted. The man was very good at covering up his emotions, which may become an issue later in their encounter. Somewhat surprising was the fact that Royal blue didn't even flinch at the mention of the little girl. Kieve was almost positive that he would be the overly protective type and the looming threat over the little girl's head would inspire him to blurt out things, yet Royal blue had remained rather flat in emotion. That was frustrating. No it was more than frustrating, it was just idiotic. Kieve stole a glance over to where he caught the girl before and noticed her full attention focused on the encounter and he knew that Royal blue was lying about them not being friends. Beyond just the matter that he claimed the girl wasn't a friend at all, Royal blue insulted Kieve. Simply the insult alone was enough to make Kieve want to lose his composure over the whole meeting, but there was still much to be done and he couldn't afford such an action no matter how good it would have felt.

Royal blue didn't leave much pause in his words and Kieve chose to listen quietly until he was completely done, but it grew harder with each word that the elder man spoke. Every single word uttered strummed on Kieve's last nerve and he could feel his support crumbling away from beneath. Royal blue first picked out the incident with the drunken man, which Kieve had thought was completely undetected. That alone wasn't enough to drive the young man mad with rage, though how Royal blue spoke of it certainly helped push on his patience. It was the fact that the man continued to speak, insulting with each new sentence, that Kieve found it so very difficult to contain himself. The only saving grace that prevented Kieve from jumping up to murder his lovely conversational partner was when the man introduced himself.

A muse. Not just any muse of course, but the top muse. From what Kieve heard he was a feared man with powers beyond normal human comprehension. If it was true, then Kieve could make use of those powers in a much more interesting way than the infernal Lunette was. The bit after the introduction though managed to ignite the furry in Kieve's being once more. Murderer and a thief he had been called, which made Kieve both furious and suspicious. Llyr Lunette could not have known that he ended a woman upon first entering the city, let alone that he had the ability to steal her magic. Royal blue, now known as Llyr truly was worthy of the top rank of magic in the Sanctuary, though perhaps he would not have that magic forever. Suddenly it became clear why Royal blue was so bothersome to Kieve, because anyone with such powerful magic would set off the mental alarms his tribe had instilled within him as a child.

That life still haunted him and would until he brought an end to his father. Though his actions had brought the man down within the tribe it would not be good enough until after he drew his last breath, which Kieve felt he could accomplish easily with the help of Royal blue's city-ending magic. Such strength really belonged to people like him anyway, so stealing it would really be doing a justice to the balance of the world. Kieve could contain himself if only for the prospect of stealing such magic. In the most controlled voice he could muster, Kieve finally began to speak again. "Llyr Lunette, top tier composer, it would seem that your little not-friend is staring. It's quite rude to stare you know and I don't take kindly to it," Kieve's attention turned towards the girl and a smile crossed his face.

If he claimed she was not his friend he would have to prove otherwise and a great way to do that would certainly include the little girl. The plan was pieced together quicker than Kieve could blink, but he knew it would work swimmingly and he didn't have a single problem picking on a little girl to get what he wanted. It felt somewhat like childhood again when he watched all the kids pick on each other, though he had a specific purpose and what he did was so far above petty fighting. But a moment later Kieve was up, body moving faster than his thoughts. Darting across the movement was easier than simply walking across as before and the boy slipped about people with a grace that was uncharacteristic of a boy. Soon he was standing right before the young girl with the pale hair, towering over her sitting figure. The smirk on his face only deepened as his hands lashed out to grab her. He went for her wrists, knowing that if he could control her arms she would have no way to escape him. "This is such a foul introduction, but you must have forgotten your manners. I need to teach you how to be more polite and your friend there seems willing enough to help in my little show."

"It'll be a moving production. You'll probably be in tears by the end."

[Gale Devlin]

Quiet, careful words seemed to be exchanged between the two as Gale observed. For a moment the young girl swore she could see quite obviously the balance being upset. Llyr was no doubt providing insight that caught the green-haired boy off guard. The muse was especially good at ticking people off that way, though Gale had never seen that side of him. He had yet to try to read her and she didn't think he'd be able to get anything from her if he tried. Gale didn't see anything in herself except the occasional bit of curiosity and that was rare enough. A slight longing for more seemed to be budding, but Gale felt it slip away just as quickly as it had come, her eyes not wavering from the two conversing men. Until her curiosity on the matter was sated she would not be able to stop for anything, let alone a stray emotion she had absolutely no use for.

Gale's pale eyes took in the scene and she felt the slight pangs that may have classified as alarm when the green-haired boy turned her way. He had spotted her staring and beneath his mask she could catch the smirk on his face. That smirk was the kind of look that would make blood run cold or a body to start shaking out of nervous anticipation. Gale stared, feeling the natural alarms in her mind and body going off such as her pulse accelerating and her thoughts scattering, but she remained calm for the most part. The base line of things still remained that Gale had a hard time experiencing true emotion, so even her concept of fear was just the stray thoughts she mentioned to herself earlier. Though things already felt different in this situation, Gale thought with a frown, because she couldn't even come up with a stray thought that was somewhat joking or casual about the fear her body was feeling.

But suddenly the fear burst and Gale regretted never fully learning how to protect herself. The green-haired boy pushed himself up and gracefully danced through the crowd to get to her. It felt like it was happening so slowly, but Gale knew he had arrived before her in such little time it was alarming. Another sign that the green-haired boy was not to be messed with, though she had apparently already managed to get on his bad side. The sensation of his gloved hands gripping her wrists was sudden and painful, as she couldn't react fast enough or pull herself from his tight grip. When his words came to her ears she was surprised at how silken his voice sounded and for a moment she was enthralled by it. If her captor had a voice like that it would have been hard to believe him evil in normal circumstances, though she was already being injured by his grip so it was hard to buy into the illusion her mind wanted to construct.

The stark contrast of what the green-haired boy was saying and the sweetness of his voice was worse than the contrast of night and day. Gale let her eyes travel to his fists wrapped about her wrists while he spoke, taking in the full picture of her situation. Gale was being used for some reason, perhaps to teach Llyr a lesson, but she feared it may just be effective. Whatever the green-haired boy's intentions were would have a sour outcome, and it seemed like it would be doubly so considering Llyr was his target. No one would take on the head muse unless they were extremely foolish or extremely talented and Gale had a feeling that the green-haired boy wasn't stupid. His little dash across the movement was proof that he was capable as well, so it was more likely that the boy had many more skills just beneath the surface. The pain in her wrists brought Gale back to attention and she realized what was happening about her.

People were beginning to react, though most were still involved in the fun of the movement, and the ones that were seemed extremely bewildered why some boy would suddenly jump across the room just to restrain a young woman. A few people looked somewhat concerned, but Gale imagined no one wanted to jump in considering the nature of her captor's appearance. He did have a flare for the dramatic in that aspect. If it weren't for his mask Gale would have been locking eyes with him, which probably would have been more intimidating. The situation was still bad enough for her heart to keep racing though, which she wished she could calm. If only to sound more dramatic when she finally did speak.

"You're quite the showman. I'd appreciate my hands back though. You're hurting me." The young woman managed to keep her voice level, though the pain could be detected easily enough. She didn't imagine her words would really matter much, but at the very least Llyr would step in and get her released. "I won't be of any use to your 'show' though. I'm just a young girl." The fib was honest enough to Gale. She didn't see anything special of her and she really didn't have any magic that the green-haired boy would have to be afraid of.

[Llyr Lunette]

The reactions he was getting seemed like what they should have been up until Llyr mentioned what and who he was. Usually the title would frighten people or make them respect him, but it didn't have either of those effects on the green-haired boy. In fact he almost seemed unbearably pleased at the concept in his own little dark way. Such a reaction was only more ominous considering how the green-haired boy acted thus far in their exchange.

There were still the secrets that left Llyr unsettled within the boy and he wasn't unconvinced that he was right about the child being a murderer and a thief. Especially after how he reacted to the accusations. The quiet flickers of rage radiating throughout the boy's body was enough confirmation for Llyr. Their encounter was about to get very dangerous, Llyr thought with a deep frown.

The green-haired boy began to speak once more, but the subject matter seemed to have changed without Llyr's approval. About his 'not-friend', who was apparently staring. The muse's blood ran cold as he thought about Gale sitting alone, looking on their encounter. She was such a sharp young woman that he imagined she must have understood the seriousness of what was happening and, for once, couldn't contain herself. The green-haired man clearly didn't care much for involving others in their matter, nor did he care that she was just a frail young woman (in fact he was probably secretly elated that there was such a weakling at his disposal) and that made Llyr more afraid than anything else.

The lead muse didn't want her to be involved because she had been through so much in her lifetime, as Llyr couldn't imagine anything more painful than losing a parent at such a young age and watching that parent die. Since she had become a muse, Llyr had tried desperately to be a behind-the-scenes parent, protecting her from most of the stresses of being a muse and he had accomplished much in it, but the green-haired man was an unforeseen problem that was out of Llyr's grasp. So to speak at least.

When Kieve began to move Llyr felt like everything except his heart-rate was suddenly slowing down. Though he couldn't react fast enough, the muse began to jump up to try and grasp the green-haired boy to hold him back. He was going for Gale and Llyr couldn't imagine what he was going to do to her, but he knew it was going to be bad. Extremely bad. By the time that Llyr had shuffled out of his chair the green-haired boy was already half of the way across the movement. After spotting the young muse Llyr came to the horrifying realization that she wasn't as far away as he would have liked.

The lead muse began to dart after, but he knew his body wasn't reacting as fast as he'd like. The drink that he'd tried to convince himself wouldn't affect him seemed to be exacting it's toll by making Llyr sluggish. Fear tugged at the back of his mind as he wondered if his magic would react properly. Llyr never did command his magic under the influence before, even if that drink was the lightest he could put into his system. By the time the elder had reached the green-haired boy he was already restraining Gale.

People were confused, and so was Llyr really. It didn't make sense what the boy wanted from Llyr or why he'd go to such extreme measures as harming Gale. Llyr caught the tail end of what the green-haired boy was saying to Gale, saying that she'd end up in tears by some performance, which was clearly a threat. Llyr's mind raced, trying to come up with a way to get Gale out of the situation unharmed. "I guess you don't take kindly to lying either. How unprofessional of me."

Llyr drew out his last sentence long enough to prepare for his strike. The elder drew up a hand and tried to bring it down on the green-haired boy's neck just right so that he would fall unconscious. The muse hoped that because he was attacking from behind it would be easier to actually land the blow without the green-haired boy noticing in time to react, because if he missed his target it would only further piss off the boy.

[Kieve Viho]

Oh the fact that his prey was acting outwardly calm really made the encounter amusing. Interestingly worth-while. It always seemed better when they tried to put on that strong brave face, acting like they didn't fear the world or the threat right before their eyes. But by the time Kieve was done this particular girl wouldn't forget. She'd know just how dangerous the world could be and how terrifying. When she spoke it was sweet to hear the pain in her voice and her rather successful level lying was endearing. Kieve appreciated how hard the girl was trying and reveled in the despair she was desperately holding back. Kieve felt the slightest of shivers run down his spine as her voice sunk into his being. The devious smile deepened. "I'm sure you underestimate yourself. Or perhaps you're lying just like Mr. Lunette. Speaking of..."

The young man let his voice trail off as the lead muse arrived behind him. Kieve tightened his grip on the girl's wrists and anticipated what would come next. Llyr wouldn't let him harm the girl for much longer as far as the young man could tell, so Kieve began to prepare for the strike that he knew was coming. Llyr's words prefaced his actual attack and make Kieve smirk a bit. It wasn't as if he didn't realize in the first place that Royal blue was lying, but that wasn't of concern as he readied himself. The actual strike he could see from the very corners of his vision was simple enough, though he couldn't think of a very effective way to dodge it. Finally the young man pushed back hard on the young woman, attempting to cause her to tumble backwards as he let go of her, and dropped to the floor himself. His swift action made it much easier than he assumed to dodge, but that wasn't where Kieve was done. The young man swiftly kicked hard at Llyr's legs and rushed back behind the young woman, not to use her as a shield, but rather to catch her before she hit the ground.

It was all plainly amusing really. The connection to the young woman still made it all too rich. Pale eyes was bound to create a long span of dark enjoyment for Kieve, so the question was really how would he make use of her. Thus far in the encounter with Llyr she had been helpful in a bit of understanding, and might even be helpful when Kieve was ready to steal the man's magic.It all came down to how he would use her, and oh how he would use her. The girl was so all-purpose that Kieve wondered if he might not want to make her a little closer to better benefit his wrong-doings. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, still sitting in her chair after he had managed to catch her, Kieve leaned in next to her ear. It would disturb Llyr to see this certainly, but it had other purposes too. The young man moved in so close that his head was pressed up against hers.

"It's really too bad I have to draw in a radiant young lady as yourself," Kieve whispered smoothly, "The business of men, you see, sometimes does this to people. It's a shame. I know we could make this a lot easier on ourselves. You especially." The slightest of dark laughs came forth from Kieve's lips. The girl felt nice in his arms and he almost wondered how far he might take his use of her. It wouldn't do him any good to get lost in those thoughts until after he heard how she would react to him further, like the situation he had put her in now. And there was still the matter of Llyr Lunette to bother over. Someday Kieve would have to get little pale eyes alone to fully understand the extent of their 'relationship' and where it would go. That thought made Kieve grin cruelly. Kieve would have to wait to get the full reaction of the girl though, because he really did need to turn his attention back to Llyr.

Royal blue might had bested him in a fair fight, but Kieve never started battles he thought he may lose. Most people wouldn't dare start a fight in the first place, let alone one with someone so imposing as Llyr, but that didn't bother Kieve in the slightest. It wouldn't have mattered who he was or what he looked like if the fight would have benefited Kieve and he knew there was a specific way he could win. Fear, real fear, was for the weak. "So then what are you thinking now, Llyr? I've got this lovely little girl caught up in my web and I can't help but wonder what you're going to do about it. Fight me here? No, we've already scared all these lovely people and this girl is in the way. Wait to fight me another time? No, because who knows where I'll be tomorrow! Your options seem so bleak. I really would help if you could, but you see..." Kieve paused, bringing one hand up to frame the girl's face, "I never was very good with decisions."

Oh this was truly delicious. This entire meeting brought life into Kieve in the darkest ways. There was the opportunity for extremely valuable magic and the prospect of a new target he could play with for a while, which never got old as far as Kieve was concerned. The man grinned and took in all that was around him. Alarmed people were his audience and this was his play.

[Gale Devlin]

The way that Llyr spoke to the green-haired boy made it clear that the two were at odds. As to why, Gale could still only guess. The young woman wanted to hold her breath as if the action could slow down everything that was happening. It was like a silent race to a finish-line she didn't see. Being the lead muse meant that Llyr may have found himself in many encounters just as suddenly dangerous as this one, and though Gale thought about worrying for a moment she reminded herself that she was the lowest muse and would not likely be of any use to any foul people due to her status. No, this green-haired boy seemed to find another more mysterious reason to use her in this encounter. And then the real battle began.

Falling was a sensation that Gale would always be hard-pressed to get used to. It wasn't really that falling was so terrifying or she felt like it was dangerous to her health, it was just the shear loss of control that was so hard to get used to. The green haired-boy had thrown her back in a way that she found herself tumbling while still sitting in her chair, which made it all the more awkward. She watched from her falling perch as Llyr's attempt to knock the boy unconscious failed, though not by very much. Gale cursed her luck and wondered what would become of her now that a madman had taken such an interest in her. Was it solely about Llyr or did he want something else? Just before Gale swore she would collide with the ground she felt arms wrapping about her from behind, correcting her to an upright position.

Gale could feel as the green-haired boy suddenly began to draw closer, pressing up so close that his cold metal mask grazed her face. That and that alone caused a shiver to creep down her spine. His words came slowly, and his deceptively sweet voice made Gale want to get up and walk away, though she knew he wouldn't let her do such a thing. What self-respecting badguy would? The fact that he called her radiant made Gale scowl deeply though, because if there was one thing she couldn't stand more than before it was a liar. Of course she felt no remorse for lying, but when she was lied to it almost made her want to do something about it, which would have been very astounding considering how she had become. But the young woman chose to remain silent of the matter.

It wasn't really until the boy said 'you especially' that Gale began to feel twinges of concern for her own situation. Somewhat real concern as well, which was an interesting jump for her. The young woman couldn't pinpoint what he meant when he said 'you especially' and almost didn't care to. Perhaps it would be easier if she didn't know what was going to happen, even though she was the one who initially showed interest into the matter. That was when it was just Llyr and the green-haired boy and she had the option not to be involved, but now that she was involved she had some 'buyers remorse' so to speak. The embrace, normally an action that would make people feel better, felt oppressive and reminded Gale that she was in a very dangerous situation that she really wanted to get out of.

Luckily she didn't have to respond to the green-haired boy though because he got distracted with Llyr. Perhaps distracted wasn't the proper term, but she was relieved all the same. The way that the boy spoke to Llyr was dramatically different than how he spoke to her, as his words became more ominous and his tone seemed darker. Gale couldn't really think what he wanted from Llyr, but he gave him 'choices' to attend to that related directly to her. Gale scowled slightly, though she couldn't hold the expression for very long. By the time that her focus went back to the present she could feel the green-haired boy's hand against her face. She was a pawn to his game and he wasn't shy about expressing it clearly. The most horrible and interesting aspect of the whole encounter was those dark laughs that the green-haired boy made.

Suddenly Gale had the urge to fight back, even though she knew how useless the effort would have been. The young woman thought she might be able to get away with biting down on one of his hands and that would probably hurt him a little, but it wouldn't help her get free in the long run. If she tried to do something like that it would most likely change that sickly sweet voice into something darker, like what the boy had with Llyr. Gale chose to remain silent for a time, waiting for the right opportunity to act.

[Llyr Lunette]

Llyr let out a curse as his strike missed. Secretly the muse knew there was little chance that he would be able to land such a straightforward attack, but he wished it would have been the end of the encounter. Watching Gale begin to fall backwards made Llyr's heart drop a little even if it wasn't all that dangerous in the first place. Tumbling backward surely would have stung for the young woman, but it wouldn't threaten permanent damage and Llyr still found himself fretting for the child. It all connected back to the desire to keep her from harm, which wasn't going too well. It was especially upsetting when the green-haired boy caught Gale from behind and wrapped himself about her.

Something about seeing that young man hold Gale like that made Llyr's blood boil. Quietly, Llyr had begun to view Gale as almost a daughter and wanted to protect her as such, and to see a boy hold her so... to hurt her... The muse clenched his fists tightly and began to shake a little. He was holding his jaw together so tight he could hardly stand it, but he still remained outwardly calm. It wouldn't do the man any good to let the green-haired boy see him struggling. The burning feelings intensified as he watched the green-haired boy lean in audaciously and begin to whisper something in Gale's ear.

The muse couldn't contain his scowl by that point. The desire to run up and punch that mask off the boy's face was very difficult to resist, but he did because of his proximity to Gale. The last thing Llyr wanted was to react brashly and harm Gale more than she was already being harmed. The goal was to end the situation and get her away from the green-haired boy as fast as he could. Llyr considered keeping a very close eye on Gale after they could escape the boy so he didn't make a run for her again some other time, but he imagined the young woman wouldn't take to kindly to the concept of being watched constantly.

It was relieving when the green-haired boy pulled away a little, but Llyr knew that wasn't going to be the end of that. He didn't release his grip on her as he addressed Llyr, speaking of options that the needed to consider. The only real option was to take down the boy here, before he did something detestable to Gale, but Llyr wasn't sure how to accomplish such a feat without getting her drawn in further or injured. Thoughts flew through his head faster than he could take them in, searching the depths of his mind for some sort of a spell that could perhaps come in handy. That was when it came to him in a start.

Llyr began to hum softly, under his breath enough for the green-haired boy not to detect. The spell would take him a few moments to weave together, but if he could get it just right it offered him a salvation that he didn't know how else to achieve. It wasn't until he was speaking the words that he realized he was a little more under the influence than he thought. "Cavatina Shot!" Llyr sang, getting to the climax of his tune. The magic came together in a burst and exploded forward in a concentrated beam, but it wasn't how he wanted it to be. The dizziness caused Llyr to stumble back after releasing his magic.

The muse watched his flare beam curve against his wishes and suddenly he was terrified his magic would hit Gale instead of his target. Purposefully he had used one of his weakest skills, but the fact remained that it was a forbidden spell that would still do serious damage to someone untrained in the matter of fighting, which Gale unfortunately was. If he brought her to her knees there would be no one to heal her considering she was the last functioning muse of Harmony magic, even if she didn't have the full command of it yet. Llyr held his breath and focused on his spell, praying that he wouldn't injure the young woman as he felt he would.

[Kieve Viho]

As he assumed, the young woman remained silent after Kieve had spoken. She was most likely caught up in her own mind, looking for solutions to her problems. That was fine with Kieve though because, as he had told himself before, he would find time to break her later. Kieve had to admit that her shiver when he drew in, pressing his mouth to her ear, was enough to sate his dark pleasures for a time. Silent fear was often far more entertaining than that which was outward. Anticipation and all. Kieve smirked at his inner monologue before turning his attention back to Llyr, who was still standing starkly still. The man seemed to be putting serious thought into what he had said as well.

"Oh dear I hope I haven't offended. It seems this play has grown rather quiet," Kieve spoke softly because he was still rather close to the pale eyed woman's ear, but he did speak loud enough for Llyr to hear.

His words seemed entirely unacknowledged by the muse though, which caused Kieve a little frustration. It appeared as if Royal blue didn't give him the attention he deserved and would have to be punished for it later. Or at least that was what Kieve was thinking until wayward strands of a tune floated to his ears. That bastard is humming! The thought came too late though and the spell was cast off recklessly. From what he could tell, Llyr didn't actually have full control over the blast though due to his drink. Was the man a lightweight or was magic influenced by alcohol to an extent more powerful than humans could detect? Either way, the spell was still dangerous and still heading his way.

It was too late though. The shot of flare-energy skittered off on a haphazard path and seemed like it was about to strike the young woman. Shear reaction cause Kieve to toss the pale eyed girl to the side, making sure she didn't actually take a hit. In all actuality it was most-likely a very bad plan, probably making him lose some 'bad-guy' credibility, but it was a reaction that Kieve couldn't deny for some reason. He would correct it later. The young man wondered if he pushed the girl out of the way soon enough faintly before, but then the magic was upon him, hitting with fury against his mask in particular. The hit was so pronounced that it knocked Kieve off his feet and sent him tumbling backwards over a table. The noise the attack made when it hit his metal mask left Kieve reeling, head reverberating with a deep metallic ring. The young man let out a deep moan as he tried to get his bearings back about him. At the very least he knew his future magic was effective even when the caster was not.

Though it felt like it took him forever, Kieve pushed himself up again and brought a hand up to check the mask on his face. It was still in once piece, but there was a scorch-mark and a spiderweb of cracks. That just wouldn't do. Deep scowl on his face, Kieve let out a soft growl and clenched his fists at his sides. He needed to straighten himself and brush off some of the dust from the floor, which he would normally do calmly when it needed be done, but he couldn't remove his stare from beyond his now cracked mask from Llyr Lunette. That infuriating blue-eyed man. Kieve flashed a quick look over to the white-haired girl but didn't bother to keep his stare there for long

The girl would be of use later, but his rage was too deep for him to be deterred from Llyr. "So you are your title I see, but I'm afraid that you aren't at your usual level of ability. I'll be forced to make you pay. You brought it-" Kieve leaped up with sudden restoration of power, and rushed at the man "Upon yourself!" It didn't take Kieve long to arrive before Llyr Lunette and Kieve intended to take advantage of the fact that the elder man was suffering a little dizziness. Kieve drew back his fist and brought it down upon Llyr, intending to bring his full jumping weight and the weight he could put behind a punch down on the muse.