<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"><span style="font-size: 18px"><u>Thomas Wyse</u></span></span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 12px"><i>The One with an aura of Kindness and Love</i></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 12px">Guardians:<br/>
1). Artemis | 2). Kiara | 3). Dendra | 4). ??? | 5). ??? | 6). ???</span><br/>​</div><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"><i>“Nobody’s ever wanted me like this before.” </i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">He felt his cheeks flush a bit with Kiara's words. Staring into her eyes a moment he held her protectively as she had earlier lashed out at Artemis. She was going to do the best she could to evolve for him? All Thomas could do was smile at her warmly. In between leaving her warm presence and shifting to Artemis the strength and shout of anger resonated around the room. He stared at her wide eyed, shocked at her power, her anger, and her bleeding hand. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">A-Artemis!</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">" Thomas called out to her but she had run off again. He sighed sadly, some Trainer he was. He couldn't stop his Guardians from fighting. Why? Were they really that different? Hearing Kiara shout about her old life a little, how she had to fight to survive. In some ways he pitied the Houndour, but in some ways he agreed with the Aron, or well what Artemis had last said.  Thomas grabbed his bag and began to gently clean up the glass spill. The blood would probably remain but the Inn would probably take care of that. As he worked he wondered if Kiara and Artemis would ever get along. Had he made the right choice?</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Dendra appeared and he just stared as she spoke. Both she and Kiara were thugs, in some ways maybe them becoming his guardians was a bad idea. Though Artemis couldn't see what he was, or feel what he felt. Both of them needed him, his love.  There was potential for more locked inside of them, Thomas could sense it. Artemis would evolve and become strong naturally. Though still he would need to comfort her later, she always left before he could though. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">Oh it's nothing, well just some arguing.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">" he finally spoke throwing the glass filled glob of paper towels away. He had cut himself lightly and put on a bandage. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">Kiara, she's right in some ways. Both of you, the past is the past. It might have been your starting point in life, but it's not the end that defines who you are. Your heart defines who you are. I'm here to support you all the way, there is no trying because both of you <i>will</i> evolve!</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)"><i>" </i>he stated with resolve, "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">It's going to be hard, for not only you both but for Artemis and myself. Not to mention any other Guardians that join the group down the line. Though no matter what, even if you fail, know that I will always be right here for you. We haven't known each other well but I care about you two. This isn't about survival anymore, we're all a family. A team. So please, let's work together ok? I'll talk to Artemis later Kiara, don't let her get you down, she'll open her heart to you eventually. Let's just finish breakfast.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">" Truth be told he was done eating and they really needed to get going.</span><br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Thomas waited for them both to finish before packing up completely and heading down to talk to the nurse. He explained the situation and she understood and told him accidents like that happened all the time.  With some relief, mostly because Artemis was no were to be seen, he headed for the shop. It was decent sized for a hole in the wall store, but it had clothing and everything a Trainer and their Guardian's needed. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">Kiara, Dendra, go and pick out some clothes to wear. I think you can try them on somewhere over there. Get something sturdy because we might not be seeing an Inn for a while. I get a discount so don't worry about it. I have a few things to get myself.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">" Thomas stated happily letting the girls go off to do what they wanted in the store. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">Oh, no stealing. If you see any snacks you want feel free to give it to me and I'll buy you some.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">" he added, mostly towards Dendra figuring she would try to pocket some stuff. He had noticed how quickly she had pocketed the snacks from the vending machines last night. Though his tone wasn't an angry or disapproving one. Hopefully both of them would break out of their survival habits eventually. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">He headed to the counter first, there was something he needed to pick up "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">E-Excuse me...?</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">" Thomas asked the Purrloin boy who worked at the counter. After blowing a bubble in his gum he stopped to stare at the human a moment before remaining silent.  Thomas pulled out some of his cards and such and showed it to the clerk. "</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">I read in an e-mail that there's a package for me? Maybe?</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">" after a bit of staring the clerk nodded.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)"><i>"Right Mr. Wyse, here you go!" </i>stated the clerk as he handed him a rectangular meta suitcase. Inside contained seven soft red and white armbands. Oh right, he needed to give these to his Guardians. It officially made them his in some ways. Smiling at the Purrloin he began to wander in the convenience section of the medium sized Inn shop. Gathering what supplies he figured they would need. Occasionally glancing around and looking at the various products for Humans and Gijnka. Thomas hoped Artemis was fine, figuring she would show up soon, he wanted her to get some clothing too. More importantly he wanted to talk with her. All three of his Guardians would need to work together to achieve their desires. </span>