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Crylos has a minion!

Aoran the Doppen

Crylos
Legacy Name: Crylos

The

Galactic Paralix
Owner:

TheGapingMawOfDoom

Age: 14 years, 9 months, 1 day

Born: August 4th, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 9 months, 1 day ago (Legacy)

Adopted: August 4th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 265
Strength: 663
Defense: 663
Speed: 661
Health: 662
HP: 657/662
Intelligence: 558
Books Read: 521
Food Eaten: 2
Job: Green Energy Lobbyist

"You know, that partnership is starting to lose its appeal."

Crylos glances at his human as they exit the spiralling skyscraper belonging to the man with a big sword. Fero is browsing his Tangerine with a distinctly sour tilt on his lips, presumably checking his accounts after their errand run for Saggitarius. Crylos thinks his human is a bit too concerned with finances, considering how he tends to sit on an estimate of 100 million sP on any given time. Pointing this out aloud earns him an irritated huff.

"That is hardly the point. This is about give-and-take, and recently I feel that Saggitarius has edged too far to the latter side of things. He already treats us like dirt so can you blame me for wanting proper compensation for dealing with that attitude on top of doing his shopping for him."

Crylos admits that such behaviour doesn't reflect well on the man in question, but wonders if there's anything they can do to influence someone so high up on the social ladder. Fero looks confused for a second until a slow, razor-edged smile cuts across his usually benign face.

"Cry, Cry," Fero sing-songs, "you are an inspiration to us all. I had just been planning to vent my frustrations and be done with it, because as you say the man is a damned VIP and we're, well, not, but there is one avenue we can use to get him to take notice. Care to guess?"

Crylos doesn't have to guess, he knows - how could he not when he trains at Jim's every day and receives instruction from Reischen. Saggitarius doesn't just sit in his office all day long coming up with fetch quests for bored millionaires, he also frequents the Coliseum.

"Crylos, one day we're going to see that rogueish face scrunched up in annoyance when he looks up at you standing over him, victorious."

There's no dissuading Fero when he gets excited like this, eyes aglow with envisioned triumph. Still, at least this new fixation is attainable: Crylos knows he's strong and is only going to get stronger over time. It won't happen overnight, and Fero is sensible enough not to demand he overwork himself to reach that final stage quickly, but time and effort will pave the way. Time, effort and money, Crylos lists to his human.

"Ugh, all the more reason to cut back our dealings with Saggitarius - we can't afford fluctuations in our income now that the plan is set in motion. You'll need better weapons and spells, although forking out the cash for the latter is going to make me cry." Fero mimics brushing off errant tears, but there's a smile on his lips. "Ah well, no time like the present, right? I can think of a few individuals who are likely to appreciate our efforts better."

Crylos offers a terrifyingly sharp grin to his human and they end up racing each other to the shuttle bay. Crylos wins of course, and since he is pleased to be selected as a future champion, he only teases Fero for losing for a few minutes instead of the customary fifteen.