<div class="floatright"><strong>Guan Buhan</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309005.msg15016087#msg15016087)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/nh4z2Kt.png)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 31/31<br/><strong>AC:</strong> <del>17</del>  11<br/><strong>Effects:</strong> Natural Explorer (Ignore Difficult Terrain, Adv on Initiative)<br/><strong>IC Posts:</strong> <del>18</del> 19 </div></div></div>While others might not be so interested in their stories; Guan listened as Ja'rok, Keiyurkyouu, Elias, and Gazra shared at least some of their pasts. Ja'rok was, suitably the most open, and she found some pity in how he'd been tossed aside. Gazra was probably next most clear in his past, although it seemed heavily abridged. Of course a selfless man who died old would want a Youthful power full of the vigour to do what he wants. Strangely, Elias and Keiyurkyouu seemed to be holding something back; with both of them mentioning deals, and Keiyurkyouu mentioning in her own obviously lurid and provocative way that she wanted to change the world. Elias was probing with his own questions, although she didn't see the significance he did. "<strong>Obama was president when I was dying. He was just starting his second tee-EEEEH~!</strong>" Her thought pattern was obliterated as the Ice ran up her back, sending a shiver through her entire body that was impossible to hide. Her hand moved an inch closer to Sky-Piercer, just a few inches away, but before she could get really mad at Elias, Keiyurkyouu crawled...almost barged into her arms and made sure she was busy. Guan grumbled in mock annoyance as her arms found themselves wrapping around Keiyurkyouu's waist, not quite reaching down to her core, and helping keep her body below the waterline...Just.<br/><br/>"<strong>If you two can wait ten minutes, I'm sure one of the two maids outside can show you to a room. I don't want you two going at it on my lap.</strong>" She was comfortable leaning against the side of the bath, even as she almost tenderly hugged the Dark Elf; not an iota of sexuality in the little embrace. She was more...protective of the group all of a sudden, knowing what she knew about them. "<strong>Still...it seems we were all broken, or thrown away in some way. I guess that we had something in common with this God of Balance or whatever. Probably why he helped us out...so we'd be able to help him out...</strong>" She let the words hang in the air a little, a sort of unspoken fragility about them. It was so strange to put voice to her concerns, or about their position. What had happened to make her the voice of reason?