(Spectating is getting really full at the moment, and it’s confusing to have so many people with so many conversations going on, this is kind of like spectating two, but incorporates more of the area around, the arena, since a lot of times, people are caught up in their own little conversations, makin side comments about the fights, this will allow them more freedom!)

Sire smiled sighed as he sat against the tree, it was a little close to the border of the “Killing Flowers” but after being around it for so long, he gotten used to site and smell, he knew the proper distance to stay away. He had a much better view of the fight here, and even though others probably thought it improper that he didn’t stay in his chair, but with what Maximillion was doing right then and there, they could hardly think bad of his for leaving.

“Anette possess a strong sense of self will, but has a hard time accepting her boundary’s,” He jotted down in his pad, and then made some assessments on her fighting skills and then sighed as he cocked his head to the side, looking at a few blades of grass, and quickly picking them and placing them in the notebook of his, to mark his place.

Wearing her white robe and matching gloves (in order to protect her sensitive skin from the sun’s harsh rays), Lucia began to walk through the field on the outskirts of the arena. Her rucksack over her shoulder, she was prepared to gather the plants needed to conduct further research. It was necessary to constantly replenish new specimens in order to prevent the breakdown of toxins needed to produce poisons and medicines.

Lucia looked down the field, searching for the plant needed to perfect her new brand of poison pellets, which would no longer require heat from a flame to release their poisonous gases. It should be around here... somewhere. She thought to herself. Wintersweet was blooming this time of year, and it was important that she gather what sap she could. Finally spotting the small, pink flowers and plum-like berries, Lucia took out a scalpel and container and nicked the stem of the plant, allowing the fluids in it to slowly seep out.

William wandered around a less crowded area of the audience, extremely bored. He looked around, half paying attention to the fight. The poor boy missed an intense part of the match, as Pierre stabbed Annette in the stomach. He heard his friends jeer and his rivals cheer, but he simply glanced over, his vision obstructed by the immense amount of people ahead of him. He continued to scan, spotting a girl picking flowers. "Awh, how sweet! A little girl picking flowers!" He then focused more on the girl, realizing she wasn't actually a little girl, but a full grown girl.. "Shite, glad she didn't hear that." Will chuckled to himself.

Florence, the sneak she is, crept behind the scot. As he began to suffer from paranoia, she snatched his bandana off his head. For once, William didn't jump, or squeel, or chastise Florence. He just turned to her and smiled, "Yesss~?" Florence's jaw dropped in awe. She couldn't believe he didn't even flinch. "You're getting better, Scotland." His rival smirked, following with Will's cocky: "Damn right I am."

"So, what do you want, Florence? Can't you see I'm busy?" "Busy with what? Eyeing girls bending over from across a field?" She yawned, "And I thought that Shahin fellow was a pervert, but looks like you take the cake, Willy." William glared at her, and asked again, “What do you want?” “I’m boredd~” She moaned, falling on top of him. “Go find someone else to bother then,” He huffed, readjusting himself to carry the French Initiate who now had her arms locked around his neck, “I don’t like having you around me, it’s not smart to get close to your enemy.” Florence knew it was time to kick psychological warfare in. If she could get William to become close to her, she'd have a strong advantage in the fight.

“But William~” She moaned again, “I want to be more then enemies..” She lied, in an extremely seductive tone. William looked around, hoping no one was around to hear what she had said. He blushed a bit, “Erm..”

Everything had happened so fast that Anette,in her poor injured state, couldn't totally process what had exactly happened until she was handed off to the crowd of other assassins. I lost, but at least i'm still alive, she thought thankfully. A young woman with slightly long brown hair immediately ran over to her. At first Anette couldn't understand anything that she was saying but as she focused on her voice she finally started to hear things.
"CAN YOU HEAR ME," the woman shouted. Anette feebly nodded in a yes fashion, since she was too tired to say anything.
"Ah why didn't you say so? Come on, lets get you bandaged up," the woman said in a more caring tone as she guided Anette towards a less crowded area.
In front of her was several benches with wooden screens for privacy. She was led to one then told to sit down as brunet woman closed the screens completely. Anette looked around confused at how everything changed so fast.
"I'm going to need you to remove your robe, it's ok I just need to get a better look at your wounds," the woman said calmly.
Anette didn't comprehend what the woman was asking her until a minute or so later. "Oh sorry," she murmured. After painfully removing her robe the brown headed woman took it from her hands and set it to the side, where Anette's dagger also laid. The lady then asked her to to remove her shirt and when she did the woman took it also.
"Hmm...the wounds on your stomach and right arm aren't too bad but...the cut on your shoulder is going to need stitches."
"Ok," Anette said quietly. She watched the woman get somethings and lay them out beside her. "Umm...sorry but may I ask for your name?"
The woman looked up suddenly after getting the needle and thread and answered," My name is Ianna. But you can just call me Ian."
Ianna then resumed what she was doing before and started to clean the wound, after setting down the needle she had before.
"Ian, can I ask you a question," Anette said while Ianna had started stitching up her wound.
(WEE time skip x3)
"OK! Your all set! Remember, you need to change your bandage on your shoulder every day for the next two weeks," said Ianna in a happy yet serous voice. "Other than that your free to talk to your friends and have fun. Just don't be rough with each other or the wound will open up!"
"Also you almost forgot this," Ianna said quickly as she handed Anette a bag to go around her waist. In it was about 2 weeks worth of bandages.
Anette smiled slightly and took the bag, then said,"Ok thank you for all your help." She was stitched, bandaged ,dressed , and ready to go. And as she as opened the wooden screen a bit Ianna quietly said,"I hope your friend over comes his disorder..." With out looking back, Anette replied with,"I hope so too." Then left with out another word.

(OOC: The medical area is in a less crowded place not that far from the arena. So I decided to put this post here.
Btw ROAR! It took forever to fix everything in this long paragraph and it STILL has mistakes D,x )

Sire looked up from his small journal at the group if initiates that were forming around him. The one thing that drew his attention and worry more than anything else was the fact that one of his initiate was wondering dangerously close to the “Eternal Sleep.” He rose from his spot as he watched her take a nick from the flower. He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her quickly away from the flowers, a hand over his mouth and his arm, covering the girls. Until he was sure he was a good ways away, he let go of the girl and in an agitated tone said:

“Don’t you know that you can’t pick those flower’s without a mask!” He scolded her, as he crossed his arms across his torso. “While only drinking the poison directly will kill you, inhaling the fumes is sure to knock you out! Jesus, don’t the over assassin’s tell you newbie’s anything,” He looked at the flower in her hands, and realized it was not the dreaded Eternal Sleep, and a blush rose to his face. “Uh, I mean, stay away from the field unless you’re wearing a mask!”

His words were a little flustered, and for a second he reconsidered returning to his chair, yet for some reason after their most recent victory, the whole entire area was swarmed by the French. “They are despicable,” Sire muttered to himself, and when eyes wandered to a certain one of Maximillion’s many whores, one that looked too much like HER, and when he saw him slide his tongue down her throat. Memories began to rush back into his mind, and the normally calm assassin became pale with anger.

But when he saw Anette limp out of the medical area, his anger subsided, or at least was stored away and he turned towards the white haired girl. “Now…may I ask why you were cutting these flowers in the first place,” His voice was unassuming and calm, or as calm as he could muster.

Lucia watched with disappointment as the container of white sap fell to the grass below, the sap dripping into the dirt where it would seep into the ground. It feels like my skin is crawling... She thought to herself. Lucia was never one to waste any supplies or materials that could otherwise be used for different purposes and the thought of such perfectly good poison dripping away was almost too much.

Having been released, she immediately grabbed the container, attempting to recover whatever contents she could. Following this, Lucia placed a cap tightly on the neck of the bottle and wiped off the dirt on the label that read "Wintersweet Poison - Highly Toxic" using the bottom of her glove. Her obsession resolved, she was finally able to process what had happened in the instant before the accident. She realized that it was the Headmaster of the Brotherhood, Sire, who had grabbed her. He is another wonderful specimen... I am glad to see him in better lighting. Lucia thought to herself.

"I apologize..." Lucia responded with a slight bow. She followed by taking a handkerchief from her rucksack and cleaning off her robe, as well as her scalpel before it was to be put back. "I am Lucia von Fullecoppe." She bowed again as a sign of respect. Would it be rude of me to correct him by explaining that I have aquired immunity to these toxic plants as part of my training? Lucia thought to herself, but then decided that she would avoid correcting her superior. "To answer your inquiry... I am gathering samples to use in the medical research laboratory."

Anette's eyes wandered as she walked away from the medical area. When she glanced over the field of flowers she almost didn't see Sire standing near there with another white haired person.
Is white hair even natural, she thought with sudden exasperation as she stared. By then she had already changed her course from walking back towards the ring to instead walking towards Sire
and the other person,which she found out was female as she got closer towards the two. As she reached Sire she immediately realized that she didn't know what to say or how.
"Um...Sire," she said quietly. What do I-OH I KNOW, she thought with happiness. "Sire, i'd like to thank you for saving me just earlier. I truly appreciate it," she said gratitude.

Sire cocked his head to the side as he listened to the white haired girl explain what she was doing, and who she was. Though Sire really didn’t want to be bothered with this, if he just blew off his initiates he would be just as bad Maximillion is towards his own. “And I am Sire,” He said simply, playing along with this, “Head of The Lazarath Monastery…” His eyes glanced back to the fight to see Caine handling himself quite well, he flipped open his book and made a few scratches in it, before slipping it back into his robes. He examined the girl who had the white hair that matched his own as he pondered her words.

I didn’t know we had any medics? He thought to himself dully, “I don’t think we have a laboratory,” Sire said to the girl as he reached up and stroked his rough chin, his thoughts, which are so easily distracted at times, began to yell at him for not going back for a shave, even if his hair is barely noticeable. His thoughts were interrupted by the joining of a number member to there little group. This time it was the girl Sire had saved, in the ring, and it seemed that she wished to thank him for it.

Sire’s face soften as he listened to her, “It is no problem, I just wish you guys had listen to me earlier when I said you could not kill your opponent and maybe these things would be avoided.” The expression on his face and the words coming out of him mouth did not match up, his face was soft as if he actually cared that about her, but his words were harsh and critical, as if giving her a review, and they were said in his usually grave and calm voice.

Lucia analyzed Sire's words carefully and tracked the expressions in his face. It was noticable that he too disliked the use of formalities when two people got together. They were a waste of time. Merely bringing into light facts that would otherwise not affect the situation in the least; however, it was still necessary to uphold these social graces when addressing someone of higher rank than one's self. It seemed Sire was not one to obsess over hygenics, as he had not shaven for a while. This was probably one of the many downsides to leading an entire organization.

Lucia then took it upon herself to assure Sire of the status of the medical organization within the Brotherhood. She put her index finger on her lower lip and began to speak in a low tone. It was unlike her to have long conversations. "The laboratory itself, if you would call it as such, is currently confined to my area of the barracks. Although it is not as large as one would hope, we have isolated a vast amount of medicinal herb samples as well as poison extracts. The medical profiles of most members have also been compiled, but have yet to be inspected." Her skin began to burn slightly, she took her hood and pulled it further over her face to block the sunlight entering the arena.

Now noticing the girl that she had earlier identified as Anette approaching, Lucia decided to transfer the conversation. Sire seemed less interested in more paperwork, so she would not bore him. Scanning the girl's body, she noticed the injuries from the fight earlier. "The laceration on your shoulder is quite deep, though the treatment is satisfactory; but, it seems that your wrist may have displayed a minor fracture from earlier trauma." Lucia concluded. She reached into her rucksack and took out a flat, circular container that held a gel-like substance and a sheet of gauze. "This Tabasco Pepper extract should serve as a local anaesthetic if applied directly to the wound. The wrist should heal on its own if kept prompted, but you can come by later and I'll apply a retentive to aid the process." She stated, while offering the items to Anette.

Anette became confused when she saw Sire sound so harsh yet look slightly caring. Wow...confusing, she thought with a slight childish giggle. She continued to listen to Sire as he spoke not saying a word until he finished.
"I guess Pierre didn't care whether I lived or died just as long as he won,"she said quietly as she looked back over towards the ring where a new fight had started. "I hope he's not mad about me almost breaking his knee," she murmured with slight fear. For some reason she just knew that she wasn't going to be safe until ALL the French had entirely left the Monastery.

Anette slowly turned back towards the two as the white haired female spoke to her.
"My wrist is...but it feels fine....I couldn't," was all she could say as the woman spoke to her in a very professional voice. "Ah um...no thank you my wrist feels fine. See!" Anette moved her wrist around in a circle to prove the fact. "See it's fine, but thank you for the kind offer," she said with a soft smile. As she spoke she began to feel more and more tired by the minute. Fortunately for her one would notice that little fact since she moved her head down to hide her face in the deep shadows of her hood.

Sire listened to the ramblings of the two girls, and did his best to put his thoughts in order as he listened to them. Something about Anette didn’t seem right in her mind, and he did his best to try analyze her situation, first though before he could go and talk to her, he called over an assassin as he watched the end of Caine’s fight. He leaned down and whispered into the man’s, who was clearly older than him, ear and dismissed him with a simple tilt of the head.

“Now,” he said turning around towards the girls and then flipped his hood up. “Anette…is it,” He said to her, “You should go rest, I can’t imagine what you are doing walking around so freely after such a vicious fight. No doubt I will talk to Maximillion about Pierre’s actions during that fight…” He said, and then thought more about the fact that he never really heard about anyone in the medical unit of the monestary.

Maybe I should check out the lab sometime, Sire thought to himself and he then went and sat back down, taking his place back at his tree, and opening his notebook again and added some more scribbles concerning Caine’s fight. /Well, we won another won, but I don’t like the way these fights are shaping out/ He sighed and then smacked his head against the tree, letting out a long and powerful sigh. His eyes would still catch Maximillion continue his usual antics, his hand’s gripped together so hard, that he broke the small pint of ink in his hands.

“Damn it,” Sire cursed as he looked at the blank ink drip slowly down his hand, “Damn it, damn it, damn it,” And he leaned down and whipped his hand on the grass.

Nick, once he saw Sire, bolted towards him and circled him like a dog inspecting a visitor. Aliwa came after him and stood beside Sire. "Hey Sire, sorry to bother you, but I need to make a really quick trip to town to pick up a classified item. If it wouldnt be too much trouble, could you give me a clue as to which way the stables are?" She asked casually even though on the inside, she was terrified of him. Nick sniffed the black ink on Sire's hands and inspected his sleeves. "I'll be back before my fight, you have my word." Aliwa asured him. Nick stared at Sire's hair mesmorized by how white it was.

Aliwa snapped her fingers at the ferret. "Nick, knock it off!" She hissed. The animal scampered back to her and climbed up onto her shoulder to see if he could get a better view of the man's hair but to no avail because his hood was still up.

Ugh why did I have to fight a bloodthirsty jerk? *Sigh* Let's think about something less depressing....hmm....where's Kosen, Anette thought.
She immediately started to skim through all the heads out of the crowd to see where he was. It was far easier for her to see everyone
since she was on a hill slightly above everything, a perfect place for observing the fights or looking for someone you know. Anette continued
to look but found the search to be futile and as she was about to give up she found him.
Kosen was sitting under some shady trees on the opposite side of the ring she was on. "There," she murmured.

Before Anette had a chance to walk over to him she noticed that Sire had started to speak to her. I doubt that
Maximillion will do anything about Pierre since he's too "busy" with his whores, she thought angrily to herself. Well there's nothing I can do to
change the situation so I guess i'm just going to have to live with it.

"Thank you again Sire,"Anette said kindly. She bowed her head in respect for him, since she couldn't fully bow because of her injuries.
Then she made her way down the hill towards the crowd of people then onward towards Kosen.

Caine and Shahin made their way and eventually spotted Sire. But as the neared, they could see Sire on the ground cursing and Aliwa keeping a distance. Eh? Don’t tell me Aliwa pissed off Sire. Caine turnes back to his fellow assassin, “What do you think Shahin? Should we go for it or wait a sec?”

(OOC: yes I know It's short)

Sire looked up, as he continued to whip off the ink on his hand, to find yet another initiate sitting there looking at him. This time, she had a request that kind of threw him, since she was in fact asking to leave the fight for a short while of time. “Well, if you must know,” Sire began as he racked his brain trying to think of what this initiate’s name was, “I would very much prefer it, that you would sit here, and cheer for your fellow brothers…”

He felt a furry little presence on his hand, and he looked over to see a small ferret crawling upon his robe. “What the-“ Sire slightly growled, and even though every part of his being wanted him to go out and hug the ferret to death, one had to keep up appearances. “Yours I presume…”Sire sighed, and stood up with a grunt, the black ink staining the sleeve of his shirt.

“You can leave if you wish,” Sire said, emphasizing on the you, part of it, and he flipped open the book, reaching into his robe and pulling out another well of ink, and then started to make a few more scratches about the other fight. Watching Anette leave him from the corner of his eye, not really caring at all.