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Wisteria adjusted the strap of her bag and went to the cafeteria for food.

((Ah. What can we do with this scene? ( o V o ))

(Perhaps Marth could be caught in some random battle, forcing someone to step in?)

Marth continued polishing his armor, getting every splotch of blood of it. The armor shines in the cool sun.

(Uh, sure. Want me to put Damien in for a bit?)

(Sure. If you've got any other ideas to throw over the battle scene, fire away.)

(‘Kay.)

Damien sauntered outside, his red eye covered by his shaggy, emo-typical hair, leaving only his blue eye exposed. Marth and the half-demon had a.. warring relationship. They hated one another, but held some slight kudos for their fighting skills.

Marth was busy trying to clean off the armor, getting every square inch of it. Soon, it was as reflective as an old mirror. He moved onto his sword next, properly cleaning it off. "At least the weather's nicer today..."

The teen saw Marth, and turned his stride toward him. “At this rate, you'll never develop a brain if you keep ditching class."

Marth rolled his eyes, "What's the point of class? They just teach you the same things over and over...besides, who are you to call me out for ditching?"

He held up his hand, a small piece of paper between his pointer and middle fingers. “I have a reason. You’re cleaning your armor during class instead of at your house or at lunch on your own time.”

"I just returned from a mission myself. Regardless, you've got no reason to care about the decisions I make." Marth said, keeping his eyes on the sleek blade he was still polishing off. "I suppose this could've waited until lunch, but nobody likes the smell of sour juices...nor would it make for a good scent at home."

“Sounds like a personal problem. And since when did you start caring about other people’s interests?”

"I don't give a damn about the people, it's a simple way to blow off steam..get rid of some excess stress." Marth sounded a bit insane at this point.

Damien sneered. “Don’t burn out your one brain cell. Who knows how long it would take for another one to replace it.”

Marth rolled his eyes, "Whatever...did you just come here to belittle me or did you actually have something important to say? I'm afraid I don't have the time nor patience to deal with little bastards like you."

“I was just on my way to complete a.. task.” He seemed to pause before saying the last word, almost as though he avoided talking about what he was doing.

Like Wisteria working for her fellow angels, Damien was secretly helping the demons. But his loyalty wasn’t with either species at all. In truth, he was merely acting the way he was.

"I'd advise you to be on your way then, there ain't no point wasting your breath on me." Marth got his armor back on, sheathing his sword. He returned inside the school to obtain another job.

Scowling at Marth, Damien went on his way.

"Mount Royai, eh? A slave trade's going on at the base of the mountain...sounds simple enough, though I might need an ally.." Marth said to himself as he was looking over the bounty, marking down areas on his map.

Wisteria was putting her things inside her locker even though the bell for class had long-since rang. There was something she needed in it to contact Derek, the angel in charge of Academy students of all age.

Marth was back leaning against the tree from earlier, marking down a few things, preparing for the journey to the mountains. "..It's gonna get cold, but the pay's more than worth it..."