Chuck was at the table eating a piece of beef meat, feeling well since he was enjoying the taste of it. He yawned, still irritated at that damn bell which awoke him so suddenly. With the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of sudden movement towards him. Before he could react he realized he was being kissed by Sylvia. Sylvia?! The quite shy girl which seemed to dislike Chuck?! Why was she kissing him?! He did nothing as he was torn between his hate of holy magic and his attraction to her. The beautiful smell of her hair, the sweet taste of her lips, it all combined to make this kiss a perfect one. Then she punched him, and he was unable to think of a reason. She came to him and kissed him, why would she punch him?! And then the shouting, what did she shout at? What got out of her book? Chuck then felt his head hurting, and saw Fiona jumping over him. That light mage was pissing him off, what idiotic reason did she have? Being slapped and yelled at angered him even more, Sylvia kissed him, not the other way around. As if it wasn't enough, he then had his plate thrown on his face. "I. DIDN'T. DO. ANYTHING!" Chuck yelled at Fiona. He then took the plate on which she was preparing her breakfast and threw it on her face. Sylvia watched the exchange with a bit of guilt buried deep down. Sure, it wasn't his fault, but the whole darn situation was embarrassing enough, and to claim she'd started it would just make it worse....even if it was true. Flipping through the book, Sylvia selected the 3 pages that were naturally her's and sighed in relief. It felt natural to have these soul fragments inside her, just as it had felt unnatural for the foreign ones to reside there in their place. With her holy magic ready, she was prepared to make sure no real harm came from....whatever was bound to happen. This could be helpful actually: knocked out sets of teeth, a few broken ribs, scorched flesh. All of them, if she was lucky. A good brawl was great practice for her magic, and Sylvia wanted to be stronger. Wanted her magic to be second-to-none: powerful enough to save those she loved, and end those that caused her grief. In the end, her enemies would be forced to come to an understanding once they found their way to the book, so really, she was making the world a better place. A happier one. While Kick was enthralled with an unusually large hunk of rabbit, Lexia came and sat next to Sylvia. "You let a gobble have control didn't you?" Sylvia looked away from Lexia bashfully, not wanting to admit, or even acknowledge what had happened. Lexia was awfully perceptive. Claiming they 'controlled' her had its ups and downs. On one hand, she could claim that she had nothing to do with....the incident, but on the other it also implied she had no control over it. Truth be told, it did kinda control her, but not completely. It never felt like it either; it always felt like she herself was making the choices, which made it worse. She finally worked up the courage to whisper in Lexia's ear, "How long have you known about my book? And what makes you say a gobble was controlling me?" "Well I'm still not entirely sure how that book of yours works" Lexia said, "But it was rather obvious what just happened. Well to me at least. If you get new powers from slain foes, and put "something" back into your book right after you acted suspiciously gobble-like? I just assume you have a gobble soul or whatever in that book.As for how I know it's a gobble? Well when I'm linked with a creature, I pick up some things. I've been craving rabbit ever since we linked, and as for your little scene? The punch seemed more romantic than the kiss." As Lexia finished her last sentence, Sylvia's face started burning and it turned a faint red. She tried to hide it by swishing her long hair over most of her face. "I'm NOT interested in him," she continued whispering, but the words had a lot of force to them. "He's a tactless imbecile that does nothing but yell at people." That goblin must've just been a masochist....yeah, that's it. "Well the gobble explains the punch." Lexia said as she got up to return to Kick. She stopped to whisper in Sylvia's ear "But that doesn't explain the kiss." Sylvia very much wished today would be over already. Over and done with, and never referenced or remembered again. Couldn't they just go off and kill something? That was much more relaxing compared to this. A bloodbath was a relaxing spa compared to this. She brushed the hair out of her face, as it really was starting to tickle her nose something awful, and she'd need to see properly to heal any punches that might be thrown soon. Bits of charred meat stuck in her hair, Fiona glared across at Chuck, ready to explode once again. But... she glanced over to her sister - Sylvia looked really put out by all of this, even though Lexia was nearby as well. Swallowing the worst of her anger and trying to keep from causing any more of a disturbance, Fiona spoke in a low voice, "You lying imbecile. Touch her again, and not one tiny hair will remain on your scalp." She swept her hand across her face, sending the bits of food flying out from her hair. Making a small hmph noise, Fiona shifted along the seat to her left, now sitting directly across from her twin. Chuck was a nuisance to her, and even more so now that he'd dared to kiss her sister. But for the sake of Sylvia, she didn't want to make her feel worse about the situation, unless it escalated. Fiona munched on a warmed slice of bread with goat's butter, trying particularly hard not to imagine what Chuck's head might look like mounted upon a certain someone's mantelpiece. Sylvia pointed towards Chuck under the table, releasing a faint light that likely went unnoticed to most, especially those directly ABOVE the table. It hovered a moment before entering Chuck, imbuing him with determination, specifically to poke her cheek in defiance. Determination was, of course, not a godspell. It couldn't force people to act as she wished, nor twist their mind against their will. However, if there was any desire to defy her sister's demand, Chuck would now find it at least 10 times as hard to resist. Lexia had been super observant, and she knew Sylvia well, but Sylvi truly wished everyone else to believe he had made the first move against her. Chuck disliked being told what to do by idiots like that light mage. He doubted she'd actually attack him, and if she did, he wouldn't mind hurting her. As he thought that he felt much more determined to defy Fiona's demands. He was wondering what to do... and then the thought hit him, he should poke Sylvia's cheek. That's exactly what he did. "What did I just freaking tell you!?" Fiona threw her bread hard, across the table, hitting Chuck squarely upon the nose. "Leave her alone, you big oaf!" Chuck took the bread in his hands, his anger channelled through his hand in the form of a small fire charring the bread. He then threw it at Fiona. "STOP THROWING STUFF AT ME YOU IDIOT!" In response, Fiona sent a scattering of small orbs, the size of marbles, at Chuck's face, each of them imploding in tiny pops as they collided. That'd sting a bit. The small orbs of light only angered Chuck more. "Two can play this game." he thought. He then looked at Fiona's gloves and smiled... He threw a couple small flames at her gloves, igniting them. In a silent moment of disbelief, Fiona stared at her hands as they were lit with licks of flame. Her gloves were quickly beginning to be consumed, and the fabric was eaten away quickly. Fiona shrieked, jumped up, and tore out of the hall to plunge her hands into a water bucket in the nearby washroom. The flames went out, but the damage was done - Fiona's gloves were nearly completely burned away, and she herself had nasty welts and burned skin up to her forearms. She choked back tears of pain, trying not to sob out loud. She should be used to pain like this, by now... Fiona kept her hands in the water for a long time. She didn't want to go back to the dining hall right now. Chuck would only have moments of "victory" before a powerful hand, dusted in ash, gripped him by the neck, kicking one knee out from behind. Dubhan slammed him to the floor, holding him with a quiet fury visible in his eyes. Chuck didn't get to react to Dubhan's actions, he felt his hands gripping him, the knee in his back and then darkness filled his vision, leaving him unconscious.