Legacies Reborn

Caliber just laughs a bit, almost maniacally.
'Ahahaha, you wouldn't dare, Rylie.' Caliber challenges. 'And even if you did, I'd find a way to remold myself back to normal.'
Just as he says this, Lucure steps into the house, having charged ahead of Cecil, weapon drawn...then sheathes it.
"Oh. It's just Caliber starting crap again." She replies. "Whatever Rylie was gonna do was probably for the best."
Quick to abandon the 'sacred sword', Caliber furrows his eye at her in disapproval.

she just stares silently at him. Sybel hasn't even made a sound

"i can hit ghosts just so you know..."

Cecil walks in, looking about. "So that's what it is...hmmph."

Lucure scoffs a bit.
"Nearly broke my neck trying to get in here and see what the hell was going on...Rylie, do as you wish with the sword."
'Now, hold your tongue. You have no quarry on my being-'
"No, but your dear master Lux does. Whom serves Cecil here." she points out, using a finger to motion at the Flygon as she pokes his belly.

Cecil frowns. "I cannot decide the fate of a sacred blade..." He says, shaking his head."Lux may decide."

Rylie just tosses the blades away and goes back up to her room.

Cecil runs over to her. "Miss Rylie, where are you going? I must've missed what occurred here..." he says with a sigh.

Her shattered door is covering the stairs. There are even peices stuck in the wall

"Woke me up..."

Cecil notices this, looking somewhat surprised. "...I...apologize. I wish I came earlier."

"You had your own business to take care of..."
She goes up the stairs and into her room where she just plops down onto her bed. She looks at the egg that was left there for her

He slowly follows. "Yes...but I did promise that I would look after you..."

"I can look after myself..."

"I don't doubt that..." he replies.

Cain goes by Calibur for a moment.
"You know maybe I could...nah it's not my decision and you're not my blade."

(God dammit why do I miss important things)
Lux has been standing in silence, and though he looks rather calm has been seething with frustration.
"I'll deal with you later." the Kirlia states, casting an aside glance to Caliber. He also looks at Sybel for a moment, but says nothing.
"Perhaps I should have spoken up earlier, instead of waiting in silence and hoping you'd know better than to start this much of a ruckus..." he mutters, looking away.
"Cecil, Genevieve, you will have to fill me in on how your meeting went. Someone, in the meantime, should attempt to calm Rylie." Lux decides, with a slight sigh as he decides that that 'someone' will be him - the Kirlia looks them all over before making his way back up the stares to check on the angry Lucario.

"I can attempt to calm Rylie if you wish...but you may have better luck with that than I would. Also, the meeting with Patches went well. Turns out he and Lucure are close friends. They grew up together." he says. "But for now, we should calm Rylie down. I'm sure Lucure can talk some sense into the Sacred Blade."

'Sense? I did no harm.' the stubborn sword says. 'I was simply trying to get Sybel-'
He lifts her in his tassel.
'-To actually focus on diverting her anger into something more productive. Like learning how to levitate, which she continues to bay about!'
Lucure steps over, taking Sybel away from him, while shoving him into Lux's sheathe.
"Stay in there for a while, you really grind my gears." >_>

"Caliber, right now I do not wish to hear any more on the subject. Is that clear? Rylie's already stressed out, and frankly, so are the rest of us." Cecil says.

Cain very quietly says to himself
"Speak for yourself...geez they need to loosen up."

Rylie has but up a makeshift door. Said door being a table.

Cecil knocks on it gently. "...Miss Rylie?"

Lux stands nearby, knocking as well.
"Lady Rylie, if you would allow us to speak with you?"

"Sure...whatever..."

Lucure watches the two and rather than upset Rylie with her presence, sticks with the Charizard merc.
"I heard you, by the way." She says to him, mangling one of her ears for a moment. Darn dogs and their hearing.

Cecil slowly opens the door and steps inside, walking towards her.

"Then take my advice. Stressing out about crap only makes it worse."