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Etrius, gave Glen a questioning look. He lowered his blade slowly and took a step towards Glen, until he was about inches from him. He looked hard at him.
Suddenly, his eyes went red, and most unpredictably, he laughed. It was a really odd laugh, not sounding at all like the friendly laugh Etrius was known to give. It sounded high and hollow, breaking the sound of the forest. One would've he'd gone insane. He stopped laughing, giving Glen a now glowering look.
"Once again, 'Percy'," Etrius began, emphasizing the name clearly, "Your stupidity is outmatched by that of your deductive skills, and yet, your kindness outmatches both. You forget that we are in uncharted territory, in a large forest, next to a tower, with a charmingly, oily bandit, a young maiden with long hair, and a suspicious horse."
"I would suggest that you leave the situation to us higher ups, who are more....experience...then you. After all, you've already made a bad first impression." Etrius finished, tilting his head towards Rapunzel. Etrius' eyes cleared back to yellow, his smile fading into a frown, as he turned and walked to the rim of the forest, looking for the stowaway.

I could provide a full picture within a day or two. just provide me a couple of images of what he looks like (Ex., clothing, facial images or a description) and I will draw an image suggesting what he might appear.

Etrius gave Cat bored look back, uninterested in her threatening glare. However, Etrius heard a small sound above all the commotion around him, coming from the forest, within the trees, making him freeze. It was the sound of someone spitting. He also heard a series of rustling of leaves. The rustling sounded too large to be any large animal, and the forest was completely undisturbed, despite the sound of birds. They were being watched.
"Shut your chew holes." Etrius said to the group. He looked around for the source of the sound, but couldn't pinpoint it. He turned back to Cat and hissed quiely to her, "That horse led someone here."
Etrius walked quietly closer to the forest edge before calling out quietly, "We know you're there. You're movement around the trees make you a bit of a target. Come out."

@Cat~
@Dr_Wigglz
@Krowley
@Cstar

I will be making a Social Group for the Ib Roleplay to let you know the current objectives. In the meantime, It is your turn, just to let you know.

Sylar Memphis
Mood: Thoughtful/Bewildered | Location: Guertena's Gallery

Sylar's next objective was to find the Fabricated World painting. It wasn't hard to find, as it was a large painting that was accompanied by a lonely hall. Sylar entered that hall, his quiet footsteps somehow echoing in the hall. Even though there were people in the gallery, Sylar couldn't here anyone in this hall. Sylar didn't notice however, but instead looked at the large mural. It was another of Guertena's better works, the largest ever documented. It also happened to be one of Sylar's favorites, as it was easiest to find, not to mention well painted.
Suddenly, Sylar sighed deeply. For some reason, he wished to find the many mysteries of his own idol, as Guertena had disappeared mysteriously. Though gone, people are still recovering paintings in various locations, all by Guertena himself. He also wanted to know about the girl from the "Goodbye" painting.

Sylar heard a 'Splat' sound, forcing him out of his daydream. Out of the corner of his eyes, just below the painting, there was a sentence, splattered in blue paint. Sylar looked a little closer, reading it out.

"Looking for answers? Look around a little better.."

Sylar stepped away and rubbed his eyes. He knew very well that the writing wasn't there when he arrived, and it couldn't have "just" happened. But as he reopened his eyes again, the paint was still there. It even began to run.
The lights flickered, causing Sylar to look up. What the heck was going on? Sylar ran out of the hall, only to stop dead.

There was no one in the halls.
Not even a single person.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" Sylar thought to himself. He ran through the empty gallery, looking for anyone. But he found no one. To make matters worse, the lights had begun to dim. Sylar started hearing footsteps from above. Sylar by now felt like he was growing mad. He ran back to the hall of the "Fabricated World". As he got there, he suddenly began to feel tired. Unable to resist, he knelt down, huffing and puffing. So far, his entire day has been weird, and it already began to turn frightening by the minute. Sylar wanted to rest. His eyes shut a little, as he allowed himself to fall. As he hit the ground, he was seeing nothing but black.​

Etrius watched from above as Flynn got himself chased by the horse. He suddenly jumped, flipped, forcing his momentum to balance toward the tower, as he skidded down, just at the horse and Flynn rounded again. Etrius landed in between, as he flashed his hand, his Oathkeeper in hand, pointed at the horse.
"Chill." Etrius said calmly, eyes blood red in a glare, "I may not be a horse, but if Flynn has tricked you, we get it. Flynn has tricked us as well, but now we're on the same page. No harm comes to this unless I say so."
Etrius knew that he wasn't as strong as the horse, but he was just as fast. Flynn had an agreement, so he needed to be protected until then. Etrius lowered his Keyblade, before finishing, "I hate him too, but after we're finished with him, you can deal with him as well."

Update 3/20/2014:

Spoiler: Etrius

Complete

Spoiler: Beuce

Complete

I'm not to pleased with Beuce's appearance, but it was better than nothing.
Pictures coming soon.

Etrius

Very unorthodox, yet remainingly subtle.

Etrius didn't even bother to speak during the time Cat. She had said everything that was on his mind, and he silently vowed to support Cat with her threat against Flynn.
Still, a small part of Etrius hated all of this. Though he was dealing with a criminal, Etrius learned from his studies back on Abraxas that he must always mantain not just vigilance, but also mercy at times. It can also be proven in history that if you spare an enemy, they would be in their debt.
In short, Etrius hated the torture part of this, but kept true to two beliefs: They had spared Flynn. Hopefully, he would be kind enough to repay the debt. Etrius suddenly felt like getting a move on. According to Rapunzel, they had another danger to deal with: her mother. As far as Etrius has known, never deal with a wrath of a mother.
"May we get moving, please?" Etrius said to Cat and the others, "As much as I'd love to antagonize the rodent, we do have a mission to complete, not to mention fufilling someone's greatest wish?"

I'm interested. I'm actually starving for a duel.

Your turn, Milady

Etrius didn't really care that Glen awoke in a bad mood. He was more worried about this deal between Flynn and Rapunzel. The girl was very sweet and all, but naive to what Flynn was capable of. He would've spoke up, but he decided not to and instead sauntered over to Cat, whispering, "Do you think this is a good idea? Flynn could trick us the minute he gets what he wants, and if that happens, we could have another wild goose chase. I'm surprised a man that crude couldn't be able to draw Heartless."
@Dr_Wigglz
@Nui Harime

Technically speaking, Antiform is the "Special" form that is always rare to see in a normal battle, but see it more often in a boss battle. Unless any of you seen the conditions to activate Antiform, the system is biased around one thing. In reality, Antiform is abuse of the drive forms. Anybody can get into Valor Form easily and just spam it whenever the drive gauge reaches 3.

I think the developers input Antiform as a bit of a "punishment" form for those (including me) who abuse the drive systems.

Sylar Memphis
Mood: Thoughtful/Bewildered | Location: Guertena's Gallery | OOC: N/A

Sylar walked through the very halls, looking for the "Juggler" but no matter where he looked, he couldn't seem to find. He swore that one certain hall held the very painting. He stopped looking, exasperated, and checked his list.
"This better not be a wild goose chase." Sylar muttered, "I've been to this museum hundreds of times! If I see that tour guide I'll-" A figure accidentally knocked Sylar over, making him fall on his back, dropping paper in the process.
"I'm so sorry! Are you ok?"
Sylar looked up to see a tall boy standing over him. He looked relatively older, about 17. He wore a navy trenchcoat almost too large for him, and he had messy purple hair, part of it covering his left eye. Sylar looked the boy up and down, and noticed that he had a companion with him, a girl to be exact. The boy held out a hand, motioning Sylar to take it. Sylar did so, and the boy heaved, helping Sylar up. Sylar picked up his paper, sizing up the boy and his companion. They must be relatives or close friends, as nobody else accompanied them.
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Spoiler: Garry

Spoiler: Mary

"Are you alright?" The boy asked again.
"Fine." Sylar replied. "Just looking for the Juggler painting." He emphasized, holding up the paper, showing it to the boy. As the boy took it from Sylar, and took a look at it, Sylar looked closer at the boy's colleague. The girl didn't look at all like the boy. She had golden-blonde hair and green blouse. She was shorter than Sylar and the boy, and seemed very timid, standing directly behind the boy, but revealed herself enough so she could see Sylar. She shrunk a little as Sylar looked on. Sylar had a weird feeling that the girl looked very fam
"It would seem appropriate that the Juggler is down that way," The boy finally said, "At least, I think I remember. It's been a while since me and my sister have been here."
Sylar looked up at this comment. "I must say, this place is weird in general."
"Truly, I must agree." replied the boy. He seemed to speak in a feminine manner. "My name is Garry."
"Sylar." Sylar responded. He kneeled a little smiling to the girl friendily before asking, "And your friend?"
Garry turned around. "This is my sister, Mary." He kneeled, whispering to her, "Say hi Mary. He doesn't bite."
Mary quietly took a short step forward, putting both hands behind her back. "Hi." She said nervously.
For a couple of seconds, Sylar felt awkward. This little girl seemed truly scared of him, a mere stranger. Suddenly Sylar had an idea. He took his information sheet, the one of the scavenger hunt, and tore the bottom paper off the paperclip attaching the packet. He then rolled the paper, crumpling it, making it loog like a straw. Sylar then adjusted one of the ends, making the end bigger and rounder, like a little bowl. The end result was an uncolored paper rose. Though not real, it was as close as anyone can get to a real rose. Sylar held it to Mary.
Mary was a little surprised as what Sylar had done. She gingerly took the rose from him and looked it over. She then looked back up at Sylar and gave a shy smile.
"Thank you." She said meekly.
"No," Sylar replied, "Thank your brother. It's the least I could do since he helped me out a little."
"Don't mention it." Garry replied modestly, "Just helping others out."
Sylar looked at him, and dipped his head, saying, "Well keep it up."

Garry and his sister walked off, Mary with a new spring to her step, her hand clutching the uncolored rose. Sylar looked on as his eyes strayed elsewhere. He suddenly froze.
To his side, the Lady in Red was giving a glare at him. Sylar blinked.
The Lady in Red looked normal.
"Maybe it was a trick of the light." Sylar thought, allowing himself to relax. But he got tense again, as he realized that both names Garry and Mary were the same names behind the Goodbye painting. When Sylar looked around, Mary and Garry were gone. As if this day didn't get any weirder!​

If you don't mind, may you please post in the Ib Roleplay?

Etrius just sighed at Cat's response. He turned to leave her be, but not before saying, "Cat, you're right. Nobody's perfect, me especially. But I still want to know what happened, because I know that I still lack some control. Anyway, food for thought." Etrius then walked over to the chameleon, watching what it was doing. As Flynn awoke, Etrius remained in the shadows, his eyes turning red. He had already began to loathe the trickster, and as he began to refer to Glen, and Cat, then finally Etrius himself.
"Let's just assume for a moment that everyone in this room, doesn't like me!" Flynn was saying.
"Darn right, we don't." Etrius said. His light and casual voice took a more guttural turn, and he stepped out, his red eyes shining, "You left us to do your dirty work..thief. You better zip it, because last time I checked, Rapunzel here was the one who knocked you and my acquaintance out." He finshed motioning between Glen and Rapunzel.

@Dr_Wigglz
@Nui Harime

Sorry, excuse me, but the reason I never replied is because no one ever responded to my post.

Besides, I am a little tied up, as I am currently unable to reach a computer during most of my free time. I would still like to continue, but if I am truly unable, I'll let my argument rest.