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Lindsay was silent for a moment, but Ash noticed his hands balling into fists.

"Woah, woah, woah!" he exclaimed, racing over and placing his hands on his brother's shoulders.

"All right, all right, take a few breaths, bro." he told him.

"You keep talking about zen and pacifism, come on, now's the time, more than ever, to put that into practice." he said further.

'...ohhhhhh crap.' he then thought.

'I was afraid this day might come.'

Just as Hollie said what she did, there was a small whirlwind in the centre of the room.

"Speak of the devil." Ash chuckled.

But, as Vincent and the other figure formed, both Ash and Lindsay froze.

"......I...." Lindsay stammered.

"Ok, I didn't mean it quite THAT literally." Ash muttered, seeing who was there.

"And it seems my guess would have been wrong." Lindsay said quietly.

".....hmmm." Lindsay muttered.

"That could actually narrow things down a bit." he told her.

"There's not a lot of people that I don't wish to see." he admitted.

"But I have a guess as to who it ISN'T." he went on.

"Mostly because I don't see us meeting under such circumstances." he added with a light chuckle.

It was at that point, Ash stepped into the room.

"Ashley'll be up in a few minutes." he told them.

"So they'll be here... well, any minute?" he asked Hollie.

"..." Lindsay was silent for a moment, before sighing.

"Right." he said.

"That's... hardly ever a good thing." he muttered.

"But all right." he said further, taking a seat.

"Anything I should be prepared for?" he asked.

"Or is this something that can't be prepared for?"

"Right." Ash replied.

"And yeah, Hollie said we wouldn't like it." he muttered.

"But all we can do is... well... wait and see." he said.

"Yeah, see you upstairs." he then finished, as Lindsay stepped into the den, joining Hollie.

"Oh, hello again, Hollie." he greeted her with a smile.

"...Hollie's here." Ash replied.

"And she wants us up in the den." he told her.

"Seems we'll be having company. Vincent and... someone else." he went on.

"No, I don't know who." he quickly added.

"But we're all supposed to gather upstairs." he finished.

"The den?" Ash asked.

"All right." he said, before grabbing his phone.

Hey, meet me in the den, like NOW. he sent to his brother.

"I'll go check on Ashley." he told Hollie, before he went downstairs, and knocked on the door to their room. He then poked his head in, and looked around.

"Ashley?" he said.

"You awake?" he asked.

"S'why I stepped aside." Ash chuckled.

"Of course you can come in." he told her.

"Also, not sure how Ashley will react?" he asked.

"That's... well, that's an intriguing thing to say." he admitted.

"You have me more curious than ever." he told her.

"Should I round everyone up to whenever they show up?" he asked.

"......................" Ash was silent as he heard that.

".....right then." he said.

"Um... hm." he muttered.

"Well, Lindsay IS home." he told her.

"And Ashley is as well." he said further.

"Will her being her pose a problem?" he asked her.

"Because such a warning generally means that only specific company is to be around." he muttered.

After about a minute, the door was answered by a man with black and red striped hair.

It was Ash Fyrane.

"Oh!" he exclaimed when he saw who was there.

"Hollie?" he asked, stepping aside.

"Come on in." he offered.

"I wasn't expecting a visit from you." he admitted.

"You looking for someone or something?" he asked her.

"Yes." Vincent replied.

"Hollie." he then addressed his sister.

"Shall you call, or shall I?" he asked.

"They need to know we're coming." he reasoned.

"Even if they don't know it... all..." he muttered further, looking at Vanessa.

"Hm." Vincent muttered, thinking about something.

"Yeah, sounds like she has." he agreed.

"But if you are unable to contact your mother, that IS, indeed, troubling." he went on.

"And if you cannot get ahold of her, a very much doubt MY chances are better." he said further.

"She and I may be old friends, but I do know that Drows hold family VERY close and dear." he commented.

"....well, usually." he then muttered.

"Admittedly, history has given birth to... black sheep, we'll say."

Vincent just met her cold gaze with his own steely gaze.

"Mm." he muttered.

"See, your confidence is something you DID inherit from your mother." he commented.

"And speaking of your mother..." he then went on, trailing off a bit. "I wonder how she's faring." he said.

"If the Order is in chaos, then surely she'd be affected by it." he reasoned.

"And yes, I'm well aware wanting her to avoid harm is probably a HUGE part of why you want to stop this."

He just crossed his arms over his chest.

"Your point is not relevant to the situation at hand." he said.

"YOU came to ME for help." he told her.

"And while you say you can just go elsewhere, you'll be hardpressed to find a group with the mana levels we can provide, as well as the knowledge about the Order we have." he went on.

"So hate me all you want, but try and keep your little comments to yourself." he said further.

"And we will extend the same courtesy to you."