Shadow Slayers

Clarissa couldn't help that wicked smirk that spread across her lips when seeing Zerah again, but tried to play it off as genuine joy at seeing the fighter. She knew now that the mask that Zerah had possessed had not been her long lost ally, but an impostor of some sort. She wanted to ask him more about it, but it seemed he still held some suspicions about her. "Hello~." She chimed, clasping her hands as her hair billowed around her. "It has been a long time. I'm surprised you recognized me, I wasn't sure how many would know who I was in this form." She let out a low chuckle, amused by all the familiar faces crowding around her.
Oxy, on the other hand, seemed confused by the greetings of the strangers around him. He shifted uncomfortably, uncertain with how to pursue interaction with these people. "I'm sorry...I must have been too young when we met." He spoke aloud, not really directing his speech towards anyone in particular. "This is all...so strange." He looked around at the faces, many holding hints of something that struck him oddly. It felt like an itch in the back of his head he couldn't quite get ahold of. He really shouldn't be finding it this odd. He'd barely been one when all this had happened.

"Of course!" Clarissa answered, another giggle leaving her lips. "Oh, you seem so nervous. Did you not hear? I'm surprised, it's been twenty years. There are no more snatcher witches besides myself, they've all been returned to Archex." She raised an eyebrow, truly perplexed that the other didn't seem to be aware of these facts. "My father," She added quickly, with a bit of a smirk. "Where have you been all these years? I've changed quite a bit, mind you." She gestured down towards her glowing form. "This body is my own. I did not steal it. There is no need to be hostile towards me since I've remembered what I am. It's been quite a long time, you know."

((They're 18 and 19 as well as 5'4" and 6'0" respectively. *cough* I guess the image isn't drawn to scale.))

The two girls weaved through the festive crowd, stray eyes gawking at their foreign attire and they in turn eyeballing spectators back as the crowd appeared just as strange to them. Despite their contentment in simply strolling and observing the strange fashion choices of this country the two had a goal in mind, and hurried along without too much ogling.

"There he is! Oh look Norn, I think I found him." The vishkanyan youth tugged her cousin's shoulder. She pointed through the crowd, feet clicking in excitement. "Oxyyyyyy!" She called out and waved before making her way towards the young man.

Norn followed close behind, expression unchanging  despite the fact the ifrit was rather happy to see the shapeshifter again. Their families were rather close, it was a nice form of familiarity in this foreign land. "Surprised to see me here with Io?" She asked to nobody in particular, a small smirk cracking on her face before it quickly returned to its rather unimpressed looking state.

Clarissa grinned wider, the smile stretching a bit unnaturally on her face and distorting the features. "It is quite alright, I wouldn't expect any less." She cocked her head at the mention of Zerah's travels, her giggling increasing as he spoke. "Oh the wonders of the world!" She chortled, placing her palms to her face and letting out a few more barely subdued chuckles. "I too have visited many places! My sisters were spread far and wide. But they've all returned home now. Where they are safe."

Her laughter suddenly ceased when Zerah asked why she had yet to return to Archex, her hands dropping to her sides as the smile completely vanished. She stared at him blankly, and for a moment it seemed she didn't quite understand the question. Even her hair had settled on her back, the shine dimming quite a bit. "I don't want to go back." She spoke hoarsely, her eyes wide and void of emotion. But as quickly as this switch happened, she was back to the strange bubbly persona she'd seemed to have developed, the joy creeping back into her face and forming another wicked smile. "I'd love to hear more of your travels~." But she turned away from him before he could respond, wandering back over to where Oxy was and placing a hand on his shoulder. She whispered something in his ear that made him frown and push her hand away, shaking his head at her. This seemed to make her excited, and she went back to speaking swiftly and quietly to him that made him appear more and more uneasy until two strangers broke up their interaction. 

The shapeshifter's uncertain expression turned into one of excitement when he saw the two come over. He smiled at them warmly, turning away from Clarissa. She looked completely furious for a moment, before morphing back to a twitching grin and floating away from them. "Norn, Io," He said with a nod to each of them. "What are you both doing here? Manasa didn't mention you'd be coming." He rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Of course, I didn't really say anything to her when I left..."

Clarissa noted Zerah's less than friendly stare, an automatic rise in magic sending her hair fluttering about her face in a flurry of gold. She took a deep breath, quieting the magic and allowing it to spread evenly throughout her body once more. Her shoulders twitched uncomfortably and she rolled her head around, cracking her neck before looking around the group again. Confusion glazed over her eyes as she looked from face to face. Why was she...why was she even here...

Wait....where was she again...

The fog in her eyes dissipated when she saw a familiar face. Without a care in the world, and forgetting that they likely would also have a poor opinion of her, she approached a rather strange looking ice mage, putting her hands in front of her and spreading her fingers wide in exaggerated shock. "Galystris! My my, don't you look different. And this one is your daughter?" She cooed, floating lower to the ground and leaning over to get a better look at Imari. "How adorable, how completely wonderful!" 

"I'm a whole 18 years old now, I don't need mommy's permission to go out and see the world," Io joked, waggling her finger for emphasis. A giggle escaped her lips at Oxy's nervous reaction.

"Momma's little girl cried the night before she left," Norn then chimed in, causing Io's finger to freeze mid-waggle and her coy smile to shift quickly into a grimace. It almost elicited a smile from the ifrit, almost. How quickly Io was to turn away from the conversation and look for somebody else to talk to, however, did. "Anyway, what was that last comment? Not saying goodbye to sweet lady Manasa? Why when you get back home there will suuuuuure be an uproar about this," She said, her voice not showing any hint of sincerity in her comment.


Io's attention was turned to the tall elf who had addressed the crowd- and so formally too! Father... The vishkanyan looked him up and down curiously, trying to connect who he could be referring to until the white robes he clad himself in made it all click. "Oh! you mean Rezza, right?" She said, her cheerful disposition returning. Io looked up towards the elf and addressed him. "Is he here?"

(( GUESS WHO IS BACK TO THE RP AFTER SEVERAL MONTHS?! THIS GIIIIIRRRLLL~! ( i hope i find more time to post though) ))
It has been 20 years since the shadow slayers deffeated Sandor and save the world of Ignis. Durring that time, Nicolas managed to become pretty well known as a blacksmith and he was able to create some very usefull inventions. He had opened a new shop, near were his fathers old shop once stood, and with the help of his new friend, Gil, who was his older brother's student, runned it. Gil seemed to be very mature to everyrhing and he stayed calm at any situation. Except when it had to do withthe shadow slayers. Gil really loved and admired them , from all of the stories that Nicolas had told him, and he was actually the one who was insisting for Nicolas to come. Nicolas on the other hand, didnt changed much. He was still the akward looser that he was back on the shadow slayers. The only difference was that he was 20 years older. Honestly, when he first got the invitation to come into the shadow slayers meet up, he was going to decline it. Honestly, he didnt remembered almost anything about the majority of the members, since he barelly talked to any of them. But Gil managed to convince him to go.
Gil was filled with excitement, as he and Nicolas had arrived at the festival. Gil hat that goofy grin all over his face, something he wouldnt normaly have. Nicolas was kinda nervous on meeting his old companions after such a long time. But he couldnt help it but laugh at Gil's excitement. Soon after they arrived, they found the place were the archery contest was going to be held. Gil emedietly runned over with an amasing speed, leaving Nicolas behind. This was truly the best day of his life. He gazed over at his heroes. He had to say something" Oh my Gods! I cant believe it! I-I can finally meet the rest of the shadow slayers! Yes!-" Nicolas, who had managed to keep up with Gil's running, had grabbed him from the ear like a spoiled child. He beggan scoling him, despite Gil beeing a 34 year old man. It was at that time when Nicolas realised that he was near the rest of his old companions and let an akward laughter.
" H-hey,everyone ! Long time no seen huh? " it wasclear that his voice had a tone of nervousness but he still tried to keep it cool. He wasnt the akward teenager anymore. He was a grown man.
(( pssst, reffs on friday maybe))