I'll Follow You Through The Ages

[Anthony]

Anthony's face scrunched up the moment this girl flicked off his demand, "My, my. And now you're threatening me. Using force is the only way you prefer, little nougat?" He shook his head with a dramatically exasperated sigh. "That's a shame. I was about to offer a proposition for you~" He pushed the bridge of his glasses and resume eye contact with the little girl. Aftter a momentof staring at her from the distance, he lets out a contemplative "huh", peering at this girl's features. "You know, you look a lot like a student I had."

His fingers clutched Sy's neck as if something just occured to him. "You're Zephel's sister, arent't you?" His smile grows into an almost genuine grin and his eyes widened as took in her petite figure from top to bottom. "The youngest?" He chuckled in realization and nodded his head as if to show he understands now. "I see, I see~ Well then, that will just make the proposition even more interesting~" Anthony laughs and pushed himself up to his feet, then with his telekinesis, unceremoniously flung the young man's body towards the little albino girl. "Take him. I found something more interesting to play with." His eyes are directly towards Muri's with no sign of withdrawals, intending to show his interest are towards her now. He doesn't even seem surprised when Sy's body phased through the girl and landed with a thud a bit behind her projected image. "You don't have to do the theatricals anymore, there's no need~"

With a wink of his eye, his form looks confident, a complete contrast of how he was before using Sy as a shield. "Sweet little nougat, I have something important to discuss with you about your brother. ...The cold one, not the stupid one." Piecing together that Zephel also has a redheaded brother, Anthony correctly assumes this girl is connected to the strawberry shortcake as well. "I'm unsure if you're aware, in which case I will cover all the bases with a single sentence; there is something remarkably strong holding back Zephel's memories, and I think you know what it is. Myself being an expert in this particular field, I am interested to find the key to the lock."

He shoved his hands in his sweater pockets, hitting his knuckles against his mp3 player that he used when he jogged earlier. "I am also interested to hear whether you intend to leave him as he is, or want him to remember." Anthony shrugged his shoulders with a lopsided smile, an air of mischief clouding his features. "If it's the latter, then I propose a truce." He pulls his hands from his pockets as if to show he has no weapons in his disposal, except for a small piece of pie he pulled out, probably smuggled from the buffet table earlier. Casually, he eats the piece in one bite while waiting for the girl's decision.

[Muri]

Muri felt a twinge of irritation at being called 'little nougat' but that irritation didn't show on the illusion Muri's face. The real Muri, hidden in the illusion off to the side of the illusion Muri, glared menacingly at the man who held onto her servant and spoke in a rather irritating manner. A part of her wanted to just drive a smokey spike through the man's chest, but she didn't want to make waves too soon and draw attention to herself openly as a violent murderer. Muri watched the man for a moment instead, waiting for the time when she could reclaim her servant.

Her curiousity was piqued at the mention of Zephel's name. The glaring grin on the illusion Muri's face seemed slightly more twistedly amused by the man's presumption, but the real Muri's glare only deepened. When Anthony pulled away from Sy, Muri was about to take her chance to cover him until she saw him beginning to lift off the ground. Telekinesis... Of course. She thought to herself as she glared at the man who so casually flung Sy towards the illusion Muri. The instant Sy's body touched the illusion Muri, she began to evaporate into mist. As soon as his body flew all the way through, however, Muri returned the illusion Muri to its original complete state, still glaring with a twisted smile at the man. As an added measure, Muri concealed Sy's body away under an illusion layer anyway, making it look like he disappeared.

Muri didn't dispel her illusion despite the man saying she didn't need the theatrics. The real Muri crossed her arms while glaring at the man as he spoke about her brothers while the illusion Muri maintained that glaring grin. "What is it you have to say?" She finally spoke, not bothering to either confirm nor deny the man's claims about her being Zephel's sister.

As the man began to speak about the thing blocking Zephel's memories, Muri finally let the illusion Muri's expression match her own. A dark and threatening glare now presented itself on illusion Muri's face, appearing completely unamused now as she glared at him. The illusion Muri lifted her right hand slightly to rest it on her hip and shifted her weight to her right leg as she stared the man down with her glare. "What all do you know about that?" She inquired in a dark and threatening tone, suggesting he tell her everything he knows if he doesn't want to get hurt.

Muri's glare darkened a bit more as he stated his interest in knowing what she intended to do about Zephel's memory problem then proposed a truce. "Tell me everything you know about Zephel and his situation first... then I'll consider your proposition."

[Anthony]

Perhaps it was a bad idea to eat such a delicious peach pie while watching this little girl, or at least the illusion she conjured, to twist into such a bitter glare. Now his thoughts are going to associate peach pie to her glare, and even the taste of it might remind him of that hideous expression she's wearing.

Anthony gulped the pie he's chewing quickly, wiping the crumbs off his hand against his jacket. The fact that his words would cause such a distasteful look from her face proves that he managed to hit all the right points so far.

"Not to be rude, little nougat..." Anthony cocked his head to the side a bit as he measures her up again, "It's not that I don't want to share my findings. It's that I must know why I should prioritize you over the other four of your lovely siblings, as I rather discuss this to all of his family members..." For Anthony to propose such a thing, it could only mean whatever he knows is something quite serious. If Muri would be able to prove why she's important, then he might just change his mind.

"Information like these can't be passed around willy nilly~" He sang out in his usual melodic tone. "However, I can tell you now that I know enough to decide that as his teacher, I did not to teach him all I know. The damage that entity might cause with whatever Zephel might learn from me will quadruple~ I don't want that~" Instead, Anthony completely cuts off Zephel's control of telekinesis, but of course, he can't say that out loud. There's nothing much Anthony could do with the boy's telepathy, however.

"And I rather talk over tea and cookies, not a dome of darkness. We're all good mature adults here, yes~?" His smile finally cracks into laughter at the irony of his words.

[Muri]

As Anthony called her 'little nougat' again, Muri's real face contorted into almost a snarl. Her illusion, however, remained as it was. She felt even more irritated as he claimed he needed to know why he should prioritize her over the other siblings. She can't expect and doesn't want people to know about her ability to recall memories from past lives, yet that's also exactly the thing that makes her the most knowledgeable about Zephel's situation.

Muri's real eyes narrowed sharply at mention of an entity, though her illusion self remained the same. Entity? Is Zied conscious enough to be spoken to? Muri thought to herself, hidden away in her illusion, as she watched and listened to the man. Her illusion self cocked her head to the side slightly, still glaring. "Entity?" She inquired aloud, deciding to appear like she knew nothing but was smart enough to piece together small clues. "Like a spirit or something? Are you suggesting there's something foreign inside him with the power to possess his body and use his abilities at will?"

Muri quite preferred her 'dome of darkness' so she was reluctant at the thought of dropping her illusion so soon. Instead, for now, she merely allowed the space to be a little brighter, though still tinted faintly red and slightly dimmed. "I prefer the atmospheres that I create." She responded to him after altering the atmosphere slightly in an attempt to meet him halfway while still maintaining general control of the room. The tables and chairs were visible again along with the buffet carts. Sy and her real form were still hidden as her illusion self remained glaring at Anthony from the center of the room. The illusion, however, may've appeared to look slightly less angry than before.

[Anthony]

Anthony's cocky expression then ceased into one of genuine confusion once Muri questioned his choice of words. "Don't tell me you don't know? Oh my, my, my~" A grin is back up on his face, as if he's recalling something particularly amusing, then Anthony shakes his head sideways as he laughed lightly. "Little nougat, if you don't believe me, I believe it is best you ask your other brother. The strawberry." His laughter grew louder, though oddly, it sounded more of a malicious laughter than one of happiness.

"He's so painfully easy to use..." Anthony finally stopped laughing as he brings up a finger to wipe his eye behind his glasses. "I admit, with great regret, that I used him against Zephel." There is absolutely no trace of regret in his voice whatsoever. "Or at least...to lure the thing out. I was curious. I had to know what it was." Anthony shrugged his shoulders as he said so, and smiled down at the illusion of the little girl in front of him. "I didn't expect it to be deadly. Hehe, whoops."

Perhaps it's how she carries himself or the air around her, but Anthony already admits to himself that this girl is good enough to relay the information to. Things are beginning to get interesting, after all. Anthony's smile widens when the atmosphere suddenly seems to get a little brighter and redder, he looks around and happily acknowledged the tables and chairs around. "Mind if I..?" He cocked his head towards the buffet carts. "I didn't get the chance to eat much when your boyfriend almost behead me."

[Muri]

Of course Muri knew, but she was purposely trying to lead Anthony to believe she didn't know. His reaction to her making her illusion act like she didn't know meant that he fell for it. Hidden in her illusion, Muri grinned slightly. At the mention of another brother whom he called "strawberry," the real Muri glared, thinking "strawberry" could only apply to one sibling. The illusion's expression didn't change.

Hearing Anthony's malicious laughter and subsequent comment about Hikaru being easy to use, the real Muri glared darkly. That idiot really was easy to fool. Hearing how Anthony spoke about how he used Hikaru, Muri could easily tell he held no regret about the incident at all.

Muri wondered what he had Hikaru do in order to lure Zied out. She wondered, also, if Zied was capable of using his normal attacks or if his skills were solely limited to what Zephel was capable of. The illusion of Muri, with a slight glare and a singular raised eyebrow, appeared to speak again. "Deadly in what way?" She asked only about the entity's deadly capabilities, not bothering to remark about her idiot brother being used to draw him out. The disregard for her brother, Hikaru, might be noticed and seen as cold and uncaring, but Muri didn't even bother thinking of that possibility. The only one she was feigning caring for at that moment was Zephel.

After brightening the room a bit, the illusion Muri lifted one eyebrow a bit as Anthony asked if she minded him getting more food. "Go ahead," she said simply, uncaring, as she had her illusion walk towards a table and sit in a chair that she pulled out with invisible smoke to make it look natural. The real Muri then headed towards the food carts as well, seeing as she hadn't eaten a thing yet and her purpose for coming down here in the first place was to eat breakfast. She waited until Anthony walked away from the food carts, then began to pick a few things up quietly, the items she wanted apparently just disappeared before she even got there to pick them up.

Satisfied with her own food hidden along with herself and Sy from Anthony's sight, Muri walked over to the tables as well and quietly sat in a chair that was already far enough from its table that she could easily slip in and set her plate down. Straight in front of her was the table where her illusion sat.

[Anthony]

Anthony's face contorts in a bit of a grimace at Muri's curiosity of what he meant by deadly, and in the midst of trying to find a word to describe it, the man just shrugged with an "Eehhhh..." Usually, he's very savvy in his vocabulary, but perhaps the incident he saw couldn't be put into words, or rather, there are too many words he can put that into that he does not know how to properly vocalize it. Instead, his hands were animated, continuously doing stabbing motions and expanding his arms. "Mn.. There were explosions at the very least..." He finally said after much animated gestures.

When he was given the freedom to continue his breakfast, Anthony happily skipped back to get a new plate and begins to fills it with mostly sweet food. He occupied a table in front of where the illusion is and takes a seat, now facing the illusion directly albeit being a table away. "So anyway..." With his mood recovering after a few bites, Anthony begins to talk, "I have never seen Zephel like that, to be quite honest. I mean, he was....better?" Anthony looks around his table, realizing he forgot his tea, and looked back to the buffet. With telepathy, he filled a cup with tea and floats its way to his table.

Looking back up at the illusion of the little girl, he smiled sweetly to her. "Next thing I know I woke up under rubbles with a killer backpain."

[Muri]

Muri's illusion glared a bit more again as Anthony seemed to be avoiding explaining clearly what happened on the day he used Hikaru to lure Zied out. Still, Muri tried to imagine the kind of carnage Zied might attempt to cause while in control of Zephel's body. That obsessive bastard's despised the siblings very existence for years. Muri wondered also how Zied was stopped without either Hikaru or Zephel dying. If this strange man didn't explain how that altercation ended, she considered asking Zephel if he ever was involved in a fight with Hikaru.

Muri, feeling rather irritated, decided to get right to what she assumed would be the obvious point. "You're a telepath, correct?" Muri questioned matter-of-factly, as though it was obvious at this point, as her illusion stared at him with a mild glare and sharp eyes. "When that incident occurred, what changed about his thoughts?" Muri wanted some sort of confirmation of what amount of knowledge this man had into her siblings' secrets through Zied taking over Zeph's body. "Did you happen to learn anything about this entity you claim is possessing Zephel?"

[Anthony]

"Mn," Anthony nodded with a hum to answer that he indeed is a telepath. He's currently chewing his food, so at Muri's next question, the best he could do is to nod while raising his finger, indicating for her to wait until he swallows. "You must understand, I've witnessed and personally assisted people in several kinds of cases of possessions and the like. I usually can communicate with them, inside their thoughts. Human beings, dead or not, have the same thought pattern. In Zephel's case though..." Anthony paused to drink his tea, seeming a bit bothered by what he's about to say. This being Anthony, means it must've been something quite serious to shake him.

"There's too deep of a grudge, of pure unbridled anger, seething and screaming, negative energies boiling in there. There were many voices, or echoes of the same voice, repeating murderous intent to the lot of you. Can't expect me to 'communicate' with a thing like that." Anthony raised two of his fingers in each hand, air-quoting when he worded out the word 'communicate'. "I rather it doesn't know I can hear it."

His eyes shifted to Muri, to her illusion at least, sharp behind his glasses. "It harbours a special...grudge, to you specifically, Likemuri." He's done eating. His hands are holding onto one another, in front of him, on top of the table. "Why do you think that is?" There's an air of seriousness now. If anything, he almost looks like he's worried.

[Muri]

Muri sat patiently, hiding behind her illusions, taking a quiet bite of her own food as she waited for the telepath to talk. Her illusory self staring blankly at him with an intent and demanding regal glare.

When he began to speak of the entity feeling a deep grudge, Muri's glare deepened, though her illusion remained the same. Considering Muri recalls Zied's hatred of people with inborn and "undeserving" abilities, Muri can understand not wanting to alert him to an invading mind. Still, knowing how active and furious it is in Zephel's head is valuable knowledge to Muri.

At hearing her full name, the real Muri's glare deepened even more. 'He's not an idiot.' She wasn't sure at this point if she wanted to kill him to forever hide the knowledge he already shared or form a truce to get him to find out and tell her even more.

After taking a moment to reach a decision, Muri fully dropped her illusion. She was now visible a few tables in front of him, further than her previous illusion, though within the same line. Sy was also visible again, still on the floor near the dining hall entrance. If Anthony tried to read her mind from here on, all he'd hear are loud rumblings of earth like tectonic plates and all he'd see is a sea of smoke.

Muri stood up from her seat, staring at Anthony with her regal looking glare as though he was beneath her. "Just... Muri." She said with an air of importance as she picked up the cinnamon spice muffin she had left on her plate along with a small fork and walked towards the chair her illusion had been sitting in and placed the plate with her muffin and fork on the table, preparing to sit down. She gracefully sat down, adjusting her dress as she went through the motions, making sure her appearance as she sat down was flawlessly regal.

She stared at the telepath as she sat very straight with her hands folded on her lap. "I am the one who killed him." She answered his final question with a dangerous and almost threatening confidence.

After letting that fact float in the air for a moment, Muri continued with the same regal air and threatening confidence. "I don't believe you've told me your name."

[Anthony]

Anthony has expectations for sharing such sensitive information, he wanted to ensure his own life. He had mused in his thoughts before that if he were to discuss about this particular topic, he would most likely end up dead. These problems are leagues above his own abilities, he cannot see himself surviving in any way. The best thing he can do to ensure his survival is to ignore it and never speak of it again.

Still, since he's entrenched himself in the problem by starting that fight between Zephel and Hikaru in the first place, he felt he could benefit from the information he gathered and demand for his life to be secured.

That's his vague plan, at least. He himself isn't sure if this is wise.

He had thrown his one last piece of defense in the form of that mist boy away; he has nothing to protect himself now except his own wit. He had seen what Zephel and some of his siblings can do, Anthony already knows he has no way to survive if he were to go head-to-head with one of them like this. This little girl, despite all the confidence he's showing, absolutely terrifies him. He's fully relying on information to even survive at this point.

It's a gamble, and Anthony Reinhardt has been pretty good with where he's putting his chips in.

Suddenly, to his surprise, the dome of darkness wears down. Sunlight begins to shine through the windows, and his eyes settled onto the real form of the child who were speaking to him all these times. His telepathy automatically activated despite himself, and in a split second, Anthony immediately pulled his spectacles off his eyes and turned his head sideways, away from facing the young girl.

The spectacles fell on the floor and Anthony's arms are around his head, as if attempting to defend himself. A deep pulsating pain had settled itself in his head. 'Ah.' He knows why, it has happened before. She's one of those things that's too loud, at least that's what he calls it. Some creatures who aren't human tend to have the same flavor, he noticed. He can get inside the thoughts of demons and angels and fairies and imps and whatever magical creatures out there due to some of his students being those very creatures, but some of them are so loud, he doesn't like to read them very much. In Muri's case, she knows too much that his own threshold could not hold.

After Muri answered his question, Anthony lowered his arms from his head and only leaves three of his fingers pinching tightly against the bridge of his nose. He ignores his spectacles lying on the floor and turned to face the source of the voice. Eyebrows scrunching, he tries to open one of his eyes to look at her, gauging how much more of a headache it would cause, then finding the blotches of colors he sees isn't doing much to his head. This convinces him to open both of his eyes, if only to seem polite, and releases his hold of the bridge of his nose. There's still that throbbing pain in his head, but he will get to that later.

He could not see what she's doing at this moment, but by her tone of voice alone, it seemed like she wanted to be seen as superior. These kinds of people are easy for him to please, since he's good at making himself look and sound as pathetic as possible. "Well then. That explains the grudge." Anthony simply remarked, shrugging his shoulders as he does so. "Some nougats are so tough to chew, I swear..." He whispered, more to himself.

At her curiosity of his name, Anthony's face brightens up. He straightens his back as he introduces himself, complete with his hands animatedly gesturing himself, "Ah! Why yes, Anthony Reinhardt, humble telepath at your service." A small bow later, he raises his head back to her, forest green eyes faintly staring at her general direction, yet not directly at her. "You'll have to excuse my poor eyesight. Occupational hazard."

With a charming smile, Anthony then got right into the heart of the matter in the most casual way. "I did not expect to live through this, but by your generosity, I suppose I'll live another day. For that, if you'd like me to, I can offer you my services, in exchange of keeping my poor mortal body and its very short lifespan, alive. I am simply a mere weak human, after all~"

[Muri]

As Muri stood, she noticed the telepath suddenly turn his head. She knew in that moment that he'd tried, intentionally or otherwise, to read her mind. She had minimized her defense when she was with her brother, Zephel, so as to not overwhelm him, but she didn't care if her defense overwhelmed this stranger who knew too much already. It even amused her somewhat to see how much pain he seemed to be in, though she didn't show it on her face.

While waiting for him to compose himself and answer her, Muri gracefully lifted the small dessert fork and began to eat the cinnamon spice muffin in front of her. It was a bit dry and she regretted for a moment not getting a drink. She watched him closely as he finally spoke then began to introduce himself rather animatedly. She scoffed internally when he referred to himself as humble.

Usually she liked the idea of people prostrating themselves before her. She had a feeling, however, that he was merely attempting to placate her on purpose. Muri took one last bite of her muffin as he finished his manipulative self-deprecating speech. She stared at him a moment longer as she considered what he might possibly be able to do.

"What, exactly, do you think you could possibly do for me?" She asked, almost more as a statement, with a tone suggesting she thought he was likely not very useful. Muri was curious what sort of ideas this person would come up with. She prepared herself to either hear something intelligent or something foolish.

[Anthony]

"My dear~" Anthony choked out a small singular chuckle directly after she questions what he could possibly do for her. "Why let me live unless there was something you could get out of it~?" The tune in his voice is back, having temporarily shelved the fright he has of possibly dying today. He's done the math in his head, he's sure he can be useful.

"I was just offering, considering you probably won't ask me directly." His green eyes are closed as he stated so, only guessing her intentions based on the limited personality she had shown and the little tiny crumbs he picked up from that mist boy. Anthony then widened his hands around him, as if trying to feel if there's anything blocking his way, and then he carefully stood from his chair.

"To go against a telepath, you need another telepath." He said in a small voice, a bitter smile now on his face. "If you and your siblings have no way to gauge how deep the entity had entrenched himself within Zephel on your own, then by all means, I am at your disposal~!" He bows to her general direction politely, and without lifting his upper body up, continued to descend on his knees. His hands are on the floor now, feeling around for his missing glasses.

"I don't particularly like being in danger or getting myself hurt, unless in bed of course." He added that last part rather quickly under his breath. "Thus I would rather work from the distance. Read his thoughts from a distance." His hand finally touched the edge of his glasses, and Anthony picks it up to wear it back, yet keeping his eyes carefully away from this gothic lolita of a child. "My telepathy would be much stronger when touch is involved, hence I've thought of bedding your brother before. Unfortunately, he had rejected me every time. A shame~"

He makes his way to the buffet table, with his back against Muri. Now with his eyesight back, he grabs hold of a teacup that's provided and fills it with whatever tea that is available. By the smell, it seemed to be black tea. "Now if there's nothing you'd like to talk about, I'm ready to leave because I'm sweaty and I really need a good shower." He gave her a moment to say whatever she needed, looking over the buffet table and trying to decide if he wants to abduct another pastry to eat upstairs in his room.

After that, he turns around facing her, yet his eyes are closed behind his glasses. He slowly makes his way towards her table, one hand holding the cup of tea while the other is feeling its way around him so he won't hit a stray chair or such. Once he reaches Muri's table, Anthony blindly places the cup of tea there. "I can smell the cinnamon. You took the muffin, didn't you? It's rather dry, so have a cup." He gestured to the cup and then, still with his eyes closed, tries to find something in the back pocket of his pants.

"Ah. Here it is. My card." It's his business card, with details of his name, phone number and position as a teacher in the Diabolic Domain school. "Contact me if you need anything. Ah, but keep your boyfriend away, please, I like my head." At the reminder of the existence of that mist boy, Anthony plotted in his head to, once again, erase that boy's memories of him on his way out. Perhaps pretending to trip over him to touch him a moment.

Now that all is said and done from his end, Anthony turns around with his back facing her and opens his eyes to look around. The entrance is to his left, as well as the unconscious body of that young man. 'Perfect.' He smiles to himself, about to make his way to the door and hopefully 'trip' on the body.

[Muri]

Hearing Anthony retort with an air of newfound confidence in his safety, Muri looked at him dangerously. "Just because you're not dead yet doesn't mean I've decided not to kill you." Muri watched Anthony closely from her seat in her regal posture while waiting for him to say something actually useful to her.

Her glare deepened when he said you'd need a telepath to go against another telepath. Muri could easily kill a telepath if she wanted to, but it was keeping Zephel alive and stable that was her intention. For that, he wasn't entirely wrong. Her only real plan for keeping Zied contained is to entrap him in her illusions if he takes over Zephel until he calms down and Zephel regains control. Her main concern in that is the degree of power Zied was able to control in Zephel. Anthony hadn't given her a clear answer to the powers he could control. It would be easier if she didn't have to worry about him coming out in the first place. Easier, though not entirely necessary.

Muri's eyebrow raised slightly when Anthony pivoted his fear of danger to it being okay in bed. Her expression returned to that of a bored glare when he shared his preference to deal with Zephel's thoughts from a distance. She could, of course, suggest that she could keep him safe if he tried to read beyond Zephel's mind again, though she wasn't yet prepared to accept his offer. When Anthony admitted to thinking about 'bedding her brother', Muri inadvertently let out a small singular chuckle, almost sounding more like a cough with how she tried to disguise it. Had her illusion still been completely up, she could have better hidden or disguised the sound. Muri slowly raised her left hand up to her lips, hiding a small and dangerous smile even though he was clearly avoiding looking at her.

Muri considered various possibilities while Anthony walked back to the buffet table. Her eyes cornered towards him as he spoke again, suggesting his desire to leave. She looked back towards the exit to see her servant still uselessly passed out. She glared at Sy, then looked back towards Anthony, not wanting him to have access to her servant again. "Do you know yet where Zephel currently works?" She asked, planning to tell him if he didn't know, but mostly wanting to stall for time.

Muri stared at Anthony's every movement as he blindly walked towards her and placed a cup on her table. Of course she didn't trust anything a strange telepath brought her, so she had no intention to drink it. Muri glared at him as he spoke about being able to smell the muffin she took, knowing it was dry. She didn't bother to thank him, merely continued to glare at him as he seemed to be looking for something.

Muri didn't bother touching the card and didn't move her eyes away from Anthony as he displayed it. Her glare deepend for a moment as he referred to Sy as her boyfriend. Her posture had remained rather stiff and her breathing calm and steady the entire time. When Anthony turned his back to her, Muri suddenly began to shift. She cornered her body more towards him, crossing one leg over the other and placed part of her arm atop the back of the chair as she turned towards him. She didn't bother trying to keep the small squeaks of the chair silent.

"Are you really so eager to leave?" She didn't really have more in mind to discuss with him at the moment, although the thought of attempting to torture more information out of him was tempting. She was still trying to decide how she might get Sy out of the way to prevent Anthony from touching him again and attempted to stall the telepath from leaving. She wouldn't let him leave, however, even if he tried.

[Anthony]

Staying stalwart in his confidence, Anthony's voice was laced with amusement. "Yes, but I'm not dead now and that is enough for little ole me~ My standard isn't that high." Then again, that last sentence of his is usually said regarding his bed partners.

At the nougat's question, Anthony stands a little straighter. He is always open for questions and answers them to the best of his abilities, much like when he's teaching. "Where he currently is? Mmmn, after he graduated school, the boy forgot to get in touch with me~" He said so in mock hurt, but then continues with vigor. "Though I heard through the grapevines, a generous baker donates an immense amount of pastries to the children of the lost lands. Could it be that he works in a pâtisserie?" A fun of French is always fun for him to speak.

He had lost contact of Zephel, but there are very few dragon riders left on the expansion. Plus, the 'grapevines' he mentioned were really people's thoughts that he picked up through his journey.

After giving Muri his card and turning his back against her, he could hear the squeak of her chair. At that, he takes in a long deep breath while closing his eyes. As he expected, she doesn't seem optimistic of his intention to leave. Still, he picked up the tone of his voice to sound as happy and unaffected as he could be, "Well, I've had my breakfast and there's no reason for me to stay here any longer~ What else could I do~?"

'And you're not particularly a fun company to have...' He continues in his thoughts.