A young boy had wandered to Figaro. More specifically he ended up in the area of the clan that had just kicked him out while he was away. He wandered up to the base and knocked at a guard station, "HEY!!!" He said impatiently.

The gate was answered by a rather surely and equally impatient-seeming bangaa, "WHAT!?"

~Status~
Time: 3 hours after Zac's escape
~Status~

Eli came out behind him, his white robes stained with soot, "Peace, Simon, this man is a friend."

Corey looked at Eli, "Friend... What a word THAT is." He looked at the ship, "I'm here for my stuff since I'm not welcome here anymore. And right now I'm not in the mood for this." He was actually in a state of near anger but tried to keep his cool while at the base.

Eli nodded, "Of course, of Course. Have Patience, it shall arrive presently."

As Eli was saying this, a moogle dressed in messenger's clothes walked up behind Corey, and Eli turned his attention thus, saying, "You, Pinto the Bean, go you within this airship, and within the twelfth barracks on the male side, there is a locker, numbered 1815, and in it are the belongings of a friend we must send away."

"Go you there with a box and great care, and collect the things in the locker into the box, bring them before me, that I may give them to him, and send him home with my blessing over him."

And Pinto nodded, and said, "Yes, Kupo, your will be done Lord Acheron."

The moogle ran into the ship.

Corey looked at Eli, "Right now... I've done some bad things. I'd advise that in the near future, to avoid me. I may not be the same person then. I'm a ruthless killer and this rage inside of me grows with every kill. Please. Tell the clan about my state. Tell them I've lost my free will. I'm glad I left the clan. I knew it was only a matter of time before I went like this... I just knew what it is that I'm turning into."

He was looking at his hands and breathing heavily then looked at Eli, "I suggest you step back for a second though..."

He looked at the wall then did a spinning back kick which nearly put a hole in the base, "That's what's been happening to me... I know it made me a stronger fighter but at the same time as that's true. It's made me aggressive and merciless."

Forutnatly for Corey, the sides of the Fertile Damascus are made of Adamantium, and he barely even scratched them.

Eli shook his head, "Be calm, Olsen. Or I will have to remove you from the country, and that will not be pleasant for you."

The guard returned, and handed it to Eli. Eli held it out to Corey, balanced on one hand, "Go in peace, friend."

Corey looked at Eli, "I am calm... Just. Understand where I'm coming from when I say I'm not myself anymore. I'm sorry if I was any bit of trouble to you or anyone of the clan but I'm glad I got to meet you before this..."

Within an instant of saying those words, he vanished into thin air with his bag and in Eli's hands was a Very light staff made of willow and used for anyone who uses a staff.

Eli took the staff into his hand, and span it a few times, "... Simon."
"Yes, Lord?"
He held the staff out, "Bring this to my sister."