Irregular Informant Entry 001:

A Wizard's Break

The dim lights of the bar shine upon a lonely few at this late hour. The barkeeper, Gentle Jimm has gone back to smoking his life out so the only people sober enough to talk are the two boys on the same table. Both of them of silver hair and a good young age. They don't seem to be the types who would drink in a bar. Then again, neither does Hermes and he's been in the bar since Bt01. Nobody knows if Hermes will awaken from drinking Coco's Scarlet Dreadnought. Rumors say it was revenge for analyzing her sizes "a measure too small".

"Let's face it bro, you're in the one clan that all the guys wanna be in. If I were you, I'd show it off a bit more instead of being so pessimistic about it." said the more energetic of the two.

"Sag, it's not as fun as you think. The entire place is either too serious or too hazardous. I almost got shot AGAIN by Chocolat!" Said the depressed other.

"Hey, she's pretty cute for a midget. At least you're ripped AND you can spend an entire day without wearing buckets of sweaty armor."

The depressed boy just shrugs and lets out a long and deep sigh.

"So what's bothering you? You've been emo ever since you transferred over here. So here comes your best bud to ask you how awesome being in the clan with the hottest chicks are and all I get is negativity and a cheap can of Exploding Tomato Juice."

"Look Sag, I'm the ONLY boy in here! Haven't you noticed? Everybody else is a robot, fairy, animal, or a maiden that I can't even talk to out of 'chastity limits'! Chastity limits here! Chastity limits there! I can't talk to anybody at all! I don't have anybody I can relate or even talk to without getting myself killed here!"

"Howabout Gentle Jimm or Silent Tom? I heard Ryan has this talk show, isn't he popular?"

"They're all ghosts! All they do is smoke and talk to spirit-ladies all day long!"

"Howabout Apollon?"

"He's a battleroid!"

"Truth-gazing-man?"

"He's creepy and unsocial."

"Royce?"

"He's always on a mission with shamans."

"Miracle Kid?"

"He's a rat!"

"Milk?"

"I almost died from her last thunderstorm."

"Faithful Angel?"

"He's busy serving his 'princesses'"

"Black Kitty?"

"He doesn't talk!"

"Security Guardian?"

"That's not even a sentient living being!"

"Euryale?"

"Are you kidding me? She's a gorgon!"

"So she's not your type huh?"

"Goddesses above! My life sucks!" And with that, the boy slammed his head onto the table. The other boy just patted him at the back as they sat quietly.

Suddenly, a door behind the counter opens, and out comes a cute girl's head .

"Shh. We're in the middle of something here!"

The girl goes back in and the two boys are mystified what is going on at this late hour. Sagramore's cunning smile opens wide and the two childhood friends silently agree to peek through the door. With a spell, the depressed boy quietly opens a tiny crack in the door, enough for them to see. Inside it, four girls in their pajamas are quietly whispering and giggling. It was a slumber party, nothing odd about that. But then something catches the two boys' eyes on the center of the room, as if it was the topic of the party's discussion. On it is a pic of a silver haired boy with abs with the traditional Oracle-Wizard uniform.

The depressed boy shuts the door.

"Hey, was that your pi-"

"Sag... You didn't see anything." The depressed boy said without meeting the other's eyes.

"Okay... Are you happy now about being in the Think Tank?" The energetic boy jokingly said.

"Shut up."