Reim Empire

"Nah," Fudo said to the pink-haired girl with a chuckle. "Let's just consider it payback for all the secret conversations they've been having at our expense." It seemed Sindria's prince had a bit of a devious streak about him. He was fully content to cause these Magi as much confusion as possible, so long as they were content to leave him wondering what went on in their minds when they spoke to one another. He looked toward Yasmin, intending to check her views on the matter after what he said, but when he did so, his first sight was none other than the antics of the brown-haired Magi, Shula, and the public reveal of his fellow Dungeon Capturers bosom. "Ahem." Fudo coughed into his hand while casually averting his gaze.

When told how upset the white-haired gladiator would be if he inserted himself into this group's training regimen, Jellal scoffed and waved off the thought. "I wonder why she's his favorite," he said while sparing a glance at the bare-chested girl. "Whatever the case, I'm starting to think one of these guys would put up a better fight than Caelus' sorry skills. Hell, they've even gotten me interested in these Metal Vessels."

A few more seconds would pass, and Yasmin would have herself back together and Shula held off with her unoccupied hand. The streak of deviousness that the Prince of Sindria seemed to have was kind of interesting to the pink haired girl but she was a bit devious herself so she understood completely. "Sounds like a plan to me." she said wondering what exactly the pair of Magi who never said a word to them about anything could possibly be talking about this time. Shula having been properly rejected once more floated over to Ali and Samiya. "I'm totally jealous... that's like the coolest thing I've ever seen. How'd this even happen though, cause I thought the legendary ones who could do stuff like this were twins..." questioned the teen Magi.

While that conversation happened a bit of a smirk came to Erza's face. It would seem Jellal fully intended to insert himself into the training of the two young ones before them. And she also couldn't argue the point that Caelus didn't have better intentions than it appeared. "I am interested in how they will turn out as well... Honestly I didn't expect this, and I don't think anyone did." she said gesturing with a hand towards the apparently shared Djinn Equip, which she'd seen at least partially earlier this day. "I take one short nap and these brats go doing something crazy." these were the words of the short pink haired woman Uzma from the window sill she was sitting in watching the apparent shared Djinn Equip. She'd been around the palace throughout the early years of Yasmin's life, and much like the Queen of Sindria she'd seen the Rukh and noticed their oddness a long time ago.

Since this newfound ability had been properly demonstrated to all present, Fudo cancelled the Djinn Equip and returned his sword to its sheath. "There you have it," he said. Ali remained astounded even when the transformation was no more. "I don't think even the Sacred Jewels could accomplish such a thing. This... Dual Djinn Equip is something I'm sure all of us would have noticed if it happened anywhere before today." This was truly a perplexing scenario, but Ali considered it to be a blessing of sorts that these two were on the side of good. Otherwise, the Magi themselves would likely have to intervene. "Well, if that's all for now, I think I'll call it a night." With that said, Fudo waved to mark his leave, and was on his way toward whatever bedroom he'd left his things in.

"That just makes it even better. Right, Uzma?" Jellal said in a most nonchalant fashion to greet the elderly woman while responding to Erza. "Tell the truth, Uzma. You're just as excited as everyone else here."

"I would have noticed. But then again, I've never seen two people together who are quite like them... And I thought they were weird when they met each other." Samiya said. She was also quite glad this pair of Dungeon Capturers were chosen by herself and Ali. As it stood, if they were on the wrong side, they'd be hell to subdue, even with limitless magoi on their side. Samiya spoke and Shula found herself looking back at the pair now back to normal since Fudo had cancelled the Djinn Equip. This done he was apparently calling it a night and Yasmin looked over to find Shadiya completely unconscious apparently having fallen asleep almost immediately after agreeing to go and fetch the messenger of Artemyra. "Shadi tired herself out... I'll tuck her in. Goodnight Fudo~" said Yasmin as she went and extracted the girl from her chair without waking her. Walking her to the bedroom she'd found earlier covered in books assuming of course it was hers.

As this all happened Uzma had to consider how she felt about the developments of these young people. And truly it was rather exciting even if she didn't have previous knowledge of at least one of these people. "I'm too old for excitement. But..." she paused looking at the girl she thought lost as she cared for another person being filled with a touch of nostalgia. "I suppose, there is hope for them." the woman said which was about as close to a ringing endorsement as someone so old got. This got a rise out of Erza who seemed to come off the wall wide eyed examining the old woman as if she'd grown another head. "Are you feeling alright?"

Outside of this place, far enough off that the naked eye wouldn't spot him, a young man sat on top of a roof observing these people. 'Lively bunch...' he thought his red hair blowing in the breeze as he consumed a small piece of bread. He'd gone back to the fringes of this group after assuring their safety what they did from now on though, he would try not to directly interfere in.

It seemed as if this group was content to separate here, losing three of its members nigh simultaneously. Malik had also managed to pass out where he sat, but as he had gotten obviously comfortable in doing so, it could be assumed that this was simply how he slept often. "Hope, huh? I guess you could say that..." The show was over, and Jellal wasted little time leaving the building. This left Bakura as the only remaining male inside, and he aimed to vacate the room as well. "Guess that's it for today. G'night Nira!" he said as he made his way out. Once he was out of the room, though, Bakura slipped outside via window, and began wandering around. His eyes scanned every nook and cranny of the area around him, as if he sought something very, very specific nearby. When he was out of eyesight and earshot, he called out. "You're here again, aren't you?" he asked. Before his window exit, Bakura had managed to grab a carry sack from his chosen room, and he now had it slung over his shoulder. One could only wonder what he was preparing for.

It would seem their group was losing numbers rather rapidly but this didn't seem to worry Nasira who was still standing and watching the two groups of people. As she was bid farewell by a particular male though she grinned in his direction, appreciating her apparently new nickname. "Goodnight, stay outta trouble." she said as if it was the clearest thing in the world. She would subsequently disappear to a room she'd chosen for herself but whether or not she'd actually stay there remained to be seen. Uzma remained in the window sill a while longer content to see any further happenings. While Erza excused herself but instead of walking out, walked further into the house, apparently taking her role as den-mother to the newcomers very seriously.

Meanwhile outside this residence the redhaired boy who was watching was called to. Or rather he assumed it was him being called to, because he'd seen no one else following this particular group of people. It wasn't very surprising to him, that the one who was seeking him was the ashen haired boy who'd been able to sense his presence earlier. But doing what he was, he'd never actually find him. Instead of saying anything to this effect the boy simply dropped a small pebble from above and waited to be joined, it wasn't as if he had anything to fear from this moment. In fact, given the boy's proximity to him, he was quite impressed by his ability to find him.

There was no sign of Bakura's target, no matter how hard he looked, yet the strange feeling he always had around the red-haired boy continued to grow stronger as he moved. With his senses on high alert, Bakura heard the landing of a pebble dropped by Tetsuya, and traced it to its location. From there, he looked up until he saw the lad he'd been looking for all along. A grin passed his face as his eyes fell upon Tetsuya. To make his way up, Bakura slipped into the house Tetsuya stood upon. Less than a minute later, he climbed onto the roof from behind Tetsuya, approaching the boy slowly. "You're still watching us. Why?"

About a minute would pass between the time that the pebble was dropped and the time period in which the boy known as Tetsuya heard the small boy behind him. His words made Tetsuya's brows draw together and the red haired boy took a deep breath while trying to figure out how honest to be about his current activity. "Because I am supposed to. Does it matter?" asked the boy curious as to the reason why anyone would care. Beyond this, he couldn't well fully explain his mission to this boy, since he'd already stated that he was under no orders to assassinate any of them, he figured it would be enough for them to keep up their amiable interactions.

"Supposed to?" Bakura questioned. He soon remembered an earlier mention in which Tetsuya implied that he took orders from another. In spite of this, the red-haired boy seemed to pose no threat to them, so he would not press the matter further. What he did press on, though, was something that had been on his mind throughout the interrogation he and Nasira were subjected to. "Nah... it doesn't matter. So... how does a guy learn how to be an assassin?"

A nod would follow the boy's question. There would be no real details given about his mission here. After all, the more people knew about his mission the more complicated it would be to keep unnecessary information from leaking where it ought not. But as it stood the boy Bakura seemed content to let this information pass by and asked an interesting question. Tetsuya was not prone to changes in facial expression and even now he was absolutely expressionless as he looked up from his seated position at the boy who had come to discuss being an assassin. If he had been normal this likely would have brought a smile to his face, but he wasn't so the coolness of his demeanor remained. "Under normal circumstances, one would be born or..." there was a pause as the boy tried to decide the best word to use he settled on one but something about the way it was said would seem a bit off. "Adopted into the Sham Lam which was a special tactical and secret unit of the Parthevian Army." he said. It wasn't uncommon in earlier times for orphans or the children of already established assassins to be made into more assassins. Mostly because the government needed a way to handle its more discreet affairs.