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Xa'tok simply nodded his head towards the head of the Steel Hounds house as she explained the situation. Of course he would not assault another student, without being given better reason than a random piece of discarded refuse thrown his way. It had not even hurt especially much when it impacted him, after all. Certainly it was less painful than the hold that his would-be assailant was placed in after he lashed out at her. It seemed that the warriors of these people were perhaps not so different from his own. That was a comforting realization for him. Even in this strange place, there were some things that did not change. Now, as she asked him if he had any questions, he had to pause and consider. He had several, but which ones did he think she could assist him with? "To tell the truth," he began in a tone which sounded just a little more confident than he had previously, "I was wondering if I could get your unbiased opinion on something. I am not just here to learn to be a pilot, I am also enrolled in the...Naval Officer Preparatory Examinations I believe they are called. Since I intend to be both a pilot and a commander, I was wondering if you could suggest a house that would lend itself most readily to preparing me for that responsibility." It was a simple question, but he did not expect her to be unbiased. So the Chapayan braced himself to try and pick out the unabashed truths from the obvious biases. It was a challenge that he, in truth, welcomed.

What a bizarre final. Both of them I like to a point but I also think they're somewhat more....bland? Compared to others from the same series. Neither of them are bad though. Nephenee mostly suffers from lack of interactions.

BGM Darkness...all he could see was darkness for the longest time. Eyes wide open, but nothing but darkness as far as he could see, and even with his eyes closed...it seemed even darker than it had ever been to him. However, his eyes opened again and this time...he began to see some sort of lights, shapes, and shadows. Once his eyes adjusted, he found himself on the corner of a street, under a lamppost. Finally coming to, he let out a groan, holding his head slightly. "N-Ngh...what...where?" Trevor mustered out, starting to slowly stir and awake from this stupor. It seemed different to him...his surroundings namely. Standing up, he began to lean against the wall of a nearby shop to gain his balance. T-This...this isn't my world. T-This isn't Arcana Cabana...where...? he thought, looking over at another nearby shop, which it had the words: Fairlight Town written on it. Fair...light Town? He questioned what happened and why he was here...but then, his mind reeled back... "FIRAGA!!" A large blue fireball emerged from the black coated sorcerer, as he blasted away quite a few opposing magic wielders. "Trevor! Are you holding up alright?" the man asked Trevor, who was casting a strong Thundaga against another sorcerer. "T-Tch...I'm alright master...but it seems like there's no end to this! ...and nothing seems to be working!" "Unfortunately...you're right." Balthazar sighed, casting Waterga, washing away three sets of mages. "But keep going...we can win!" Trevor only nodded, but he wasn't too sure. The sorcerers and sorceresses were one thing...but the ones that were vying for control of the darkness within not only their own hearts, but the hearts of everyone who resided in this world? Things were becoming bleak...to the point that Trevor could honestly think they would lose. He could feel his hand trembling as it held the Cabanomicon...wait...that was it! The red-clad apprentice immediately lifted up the grimoire, immediately beginning to flip through the pages. There was one thing that could possibly turn the tide...a Summon. Not just any Summon, one of the powerful ones! He finally arrived towards the section in regards to Summons and began to look for one and it's inscriptions in order to call it forth. "Here...wait..these are...these are runes I'm not familiar with..." Trevor muttered, trying his best to translate the foreign runes. "Gah! C'mon! You need to let me do this...please!!" he pleaded with the book, not fully paying attention to his surroundings...which cost him dearly. That's when he felt it. It was sudden, but painful. The grimoire fell from his hands as he felt suddenly cold...much colder than he had if he was struck by a Blizzard Spell. No...this was a powerful piece of magic...possibly one of those instant kill ones Trevor read about. Nevertheless, he found himself falling...and everything seemed to be moving in slow motion for him. He felt himself bounce hard onto the ground once...twice... He could even seeing Balthazar striking at his assailant. "TREVOR!!! ...ZETTAFLARE!!" Within an instant, the assailant was vaporized. Balthazar quickly ran towards Trevor's side, trying his best to cast Cure and every single variant of the magic. "Trevor...Trevor stay with me!" he shouted. B-Balthazar...I-I'm...I'm sorry... "T-That's right...I-I died...least...I think I did...?" Trevor muttered, now sitting near a fountain in what appeared to be this Fairlight Town's town square. He stared at the Cabanomicon, seeing the chain sealing it tight. He tried to open it slightly, but to no avail. "...not surprising...nice going Trevor. You made the grimoire seal itself because you decided to attempt to use a high level spell and end up making it shut. Balthazar warned you about this..." An aggravated groan escaped his lips, as the young man simply put his grimoire to his side. "...but...did I die? I-I'm fairly certain I did. That was a powerful spell that hit me...possibly instant kill...so why am I here in this Fairlight Town?" Unfortunately, he wasn't able to get an answer out of himself. It was then he finally noticed that there was something scratching at the wood that seemed to be keeping a gate closed...by what, he wasn't sure. If anything, it was possibly the same type of darkness that those sorcerers and sorceresses were vying and trying to control. Slowly standing up, his fist clenched tightly. What could this be? Is it that bad that there were a plethora of people at the ready to fight this? However, before Trevor could really take a chance and make a move...he heard something... Your strength... what is it made of? Would you risk it all... for the truth? This sudden internal voice made Trevor stop. He glanced down at his Cabanomicon, before looking back at the gate with the impending darkness or whatever was mindlessly attacking. His fists clenched tightly, as he exhaled slowly. "My name...is Trevor Masters." the red-clad mage began to speak, namely for the internal voice. “I am the apprentice to Balthazar Blake, sorcerer of the 777th degree. Allow me to demonstrate what I can truly do!”