Tristan Belvedere's Story

Someone was playing music in his right ear, no wait that was his alarm…what the fuck time was it.

“Trist” so that cutesy voice could only belong to one person…”Aria go away”

“You have to walk us today”
“Where the fuck is Mom”
“She went out already.”
“Wait…what, she told me she was staying in.”

He wasn’t about to mention that he had already told her that today was his birthday, that his sisters being around him was a bad idea. Did she really want something to happen to them, did she want to put them in harm’s way on purpose.

“Where’s Dad,” he finally asked as he sat up and looked at his youngest sister. She was twirling a curl in on her right finger. “Don’t know,” she looked at him all innocent eyed. He narrowed his gaze, “Aria, what did you do,”

“Nutthing.” He sighed and got up and while checking email and answering messages from his friends and others, he headed toward the bathroom. As soon as the light went on he saw why his sister tried to look innocent. “You know red really isn’t my color, other than my hair” however he knew that Aria probably had scrambled out of his room as soon as he got up. His mom had gotten them all the newest way to apply makeup, basically a small metal box that did it for you. It wasn’t the first morning he had awoken to a different shade of lips or having eye shadow and blush. It had actually had given him an idea for a new make-over game that he knew the girls would love. It wouldn’t take him long to get the code done, but he was working on a bigger project at the moment. He wiped his face and returned to his room and got dressed. He would probably be late as it was for school.

However he had already decided that he wasn’t going to go today.

“Grayson,” he called out to his father’s guardian, “walk the girls, I am leaving.” He walked out the door without hearing what the guardian had to say. He wouldn’t put his sisters in danger no matter what, he knew that Grayson would argue that he should be with him today of all days. “Yeah if my ass of a mother just had stayed home, I wouldn’t have to worry.”

He walked in the opposite direction of the city, he wanted to be alone, to get more of his project done. He wanted to be alone, just in case of someone showing up and taking over. “Lost in your thoughts, boy” oh fuck why did he just have to have that last thought. He turned and looked, nothing really prepared him for what he saw.

The god…ok so Tristan wasn’t a hundred percent sure on that, and he had been dressed in girls’ clothing to often to have some experience on the matter. This god has a mass of long black hair, eyes as red as (well it kind of reminded him of the shade of lipstick he had on earlier). The rest of him well Tristan was trying not to look at. Yep he was definitely way to pretty for a man.

“Nope, you caught me at a good time,” Tristan smirked at the other. He stayed perfectly still as the other approached, he knew there wasn’t any purpose to running away. “You are a odd seer,” the god commented, “usually they try to run, usually they try to fight, what are you going to let me just jump in there and have some fun.” Tristan couldn’t quite get that last request out of his head. “You don’t care what I want…so either stop stalling or go find another weakling for your fun.” The god stood right in front of him, grabbed his chin and tilted it up so they were looking eye to eye. Tristan lost a little control he had on his fear, and tried to take a step back. “Oh no, I think you are perfect to play with, but when I look at you, all I see is numbers.”

The possession only took a moment, and in that moment Tristan had his fight or flight thoughts. He hadn’t quite gotten as far away from civilization as he wanted. There were still people around, at least he had gotten out of the house. “You know I think I understand,” he heard the god inside his head, “you have such a brilliant imagination…lets use that.”

Tristan blinked, most likely the only action he could do at the moment. “It’s just your luck to be taken over by a god of creativity, and before you have that thought of how boring, we all got to have our strengths and weaknesses.” The power began ebbing out of Tristan, a ball of darkness be to form in front of him. It started to take shape and all of a sudden there was something out of Tristan’s worst nightmares. The eight legged creature was real as it could be, and Tristan tried with all his might to break the hold the god had on him. He wanted to run now and to fight, but realized it was too late when he heard the scream from behind him. The creature pounced, and devoured its first victim, probably an lady older than his grandma. He tried not to watch, he tried to turn his head. “No, you will watch as my pretty pet runs amuck.”

Abel Cas

"I'm confused Mr. Aethus, what's happening to Libidinosus's character?"
He's getting possessed Abel, remember? It was a part of that handout sheet I gave you.
"OH! YEA! I ate it, it was pretty looking . . ." :D
. . .
:D
. . . sigh
"Well, in any case, can you give me some of that Fancy Shemancy Texts that they got right above us?"
No, because I have no idea how to do that.
"Oh . . . say, Mr. Qu- . . . qeee . . . que?"
Qaida
"Potato, can you teach Mr. Aethus how to write like that?"
Please no
"Oh, please yes."
Gods damn it, Abel. Please shut up!
:I "What a meany"

It had been a very strange afternoon indeed, one of hilarity and of strange occurances not seen sinc-

"What's a Damaria? I keep seeing that right next to 'setting' and then it blocks the setting! Whats the setting!"
Gods damn it, stop that. I'm writing your story out! And Damaria IS the setting!
"Oh, ok."
. . .
". . ."
. . .
". . ."
Soooooo, can i go?
"Yup."
No more questions?
"Nope."
Ok, good. . . now where was I . . . Well, lets just get to all the juicy bits

One moment, Abel was heading to the market to a companion for his pocket potato, Sir Tatertots the 3rd, the next, he had been transported to the seven circles of hell itself. Suprisingly, the denizens were very cooperative and kicked him into the abyss and, shortly after, kicked him out. They were so nice, even with when he insessantly annoyed them for information like how hot the lava pools were or deep the abyss was, they still helped him get out. Wait . . . did they help him out . . . or kick him out . . .

He shrugged that question instantly, for he had a new one. Wh-


"So do I have to kiss Mr. Libidinosus's character to get the thingies out of him?"
MY GOD ABEL SHUT UP!

He had absolutely no idea where he-

"Mr. Aethus, I really don't like kissing guys and I'd like to avoid that as much as-"
JKLADSF:IHJFIWOPJFOIJEWIFJIWPODFJKDSLPJFPKLJPSDFJKOLSDJLJFKLSDJFKLLSDFJKLSJDFKLJLKSDF. FINE! MAYBE YOU'RE JUST STUCK IN A CORNER FOR ALL GOD DAMN ETERNITY YOU USELESS, PIECE OF LITERARY TRASH.
". . ."
. . .
". . ."
. . .
"That was really mean Mr. Aethus."
. . . . Lets just get back to the story.


Abel had absolutely no idea where he was, but when he had been punted out of the hell, Abel flew out incredibly fast. So fast, that he couldn't comprehend what was in around him until he smashed into the ground with the force of a thousand rampaging rhinosaurauses.

"Owwy, this is really starting to hurt."
Shut up

When he came to and looked around, Abel saw the portal from hell somewhere in the sky, meaning that he had been shot out at high speeds. Luckily, the painfully hard concrete broke his face and there was absolutely nothing damaged . . . other than him and the ground.
Then he saw another person, one that seemed very off. Despite Abel's strangeness, he had always was a super perceptive guy. I mean, most people would not assume that a floating, eye-glowing person as someone strange or different in anyway shape or form, but not him.

HE WAS SUPER SMART.

". . . now you're just insulting me Mr. Aethus."
Oh, come now Abel. Its just for the sake of the story!

Abel stood up while staring down the strange man. Even though he had only been on this world for less than a minute, he was determined to stop this evil thing and save the day.

He reacted quickly pulling out a rock and readied himse-

Wait, Abel what are you doing. Oh my god WHAT ARE YOU DOING. STOP.

[Abel instead walks towards Dante and speaks. "I have a really mean voice in my head that's telling me to stop you or something. Can you tell him that he's a big jerk?"]

I swear to the gods, I hate you Abel.
"Meany" >:P

Kazar

Tiny, penny-sized objects were crawling all over her body, into her clothes, through her messy, loose braid. Her pale salmon colored lips parted to scream her terror, but no sound came out. Her skin was burning and itching, and she could feel the multi-legged creatures start swarming around her face. What is this? What's happening? Daddy! Help! Trapped, unable to move, the dark haired beauty was turned into a little girl again. Her eyes, which were shut tight, started to leak tears. Edgar Jadgarus' handsome, yet lined face flashed into her mind, smiling, then angry, then pained.... his mouth stretched into an "O" of terror as a monster started to consume him, his strong, weathered hand reaching out to her. She used all her might to go to him, to grab his hand... Then is happened like it always happened.

His beautiful, azure eyes...

Turned blank.

"No!" Kazar bolted upright. Her chest heaving as she gulped in air. Her pale fists clutched the black, satin, sheets of her bed as if desperately clinging to her sanity. The mirror across her room reflected her pale, sweaty face and the youngest child of Jadgarus buried her face into her hands, as trembling knees slid up to her chest. Five minutes passed by, then ten, then fifteen. It was ridiculous. A bitter smile forced its way onto Kazar's face, and she glared angrily at her reflection.

"Happy death day, Dad." She bit her lip as the terror of her nightmare passed. It always took a while to compose herself from that dream. His death came too soon. It wasn't right. She couldn't let it go, and had no desire to. The gods were cruel, and evil and it pained her to think of other's experiencing the same anguish she felt every day. Two years had already gone by, but the nightmares never let up and continued to plague her sleep at least once every week.

"Might as well go get some cake," She slid out of bed and quickly dressed into a typical outfit of tight but worn black jeans and a black and white striped sweater that reached mid thigh and slid off her right shoulder. Grabbing her wallet, Kazar pulled her waist length hair into a pony tail.

Sweets always soothed the chills, Kazar got when she dreamed. It was the best treatment and comfort, and eating time was the only time she was able to relax. There was just something about food that made her happy in a way she hadn't felt in two years.
Cars honked, people cursed, and the familiar sounds of the city lifted her moods as she walked quickly to the her favorite cafe.

Then came the screams.

Her jumbled nerves from before almost caused her to run and hide, but her curiosity got the better of her and Kazar pushed through the people as they ran, slamming into her petite form. It took a while to get to the source of the scare, but once her azure eyes locked onto the glorious red hair and struggling violet eyes, her heart stopped.

Bump.
Bump.
Bump.


Kazar inhaled.

This was a seer. This beautiful young man, not much older than herself, was possessed by an evil god. And for some strange reason, inside her very essence, there was this insane urge to protect him, to save him.

There on the ground a few feet away, were the remains of an elderly lady. Ice blue eyes hardened. On a single word command, foot-long ice daggers were in each of her palms.

The eight-legged creature almost had her running. It reminded her too much of those from her dream, causing bile to almost form in her throat. Disregarding it, she slashed at it, her instincts on over drive, jumping and dodging when needed. Her ice blades were strong and soon the creation was destroyed.

But how do I free him? Kazar tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. An incantation coming to her mind, her pale hand darted out quickly, grabbing the guy's shirt, bringing him in closer.

Before she lost her nerve, Kazar pulled him down, and pressed her virgin lips against his forcefully.

He watched several more people being torn to shreds, by the creature (ok so yeah he was fucking afraid of spiders, but blame that on the sister who thought it would be cute to put a couple of live ones in his bed). He wasn’t frozen from the lack of will to move, but now he was frozen with fear. “Dear me, you don’t look like your having any fun,” came in voice inside his head. His body moved but not by his own conviction, the followed the creature . "What gave you that brilliant idea," he answered back to the voice in his head. "Was the look of shear terror, or the unwillingness to move."

He tried to look away once more, but then he heard a scream…within his head. “She killed it,” the creature was now coagulating on the ground in a mass of black substance. He didn’t really understand who killed what, until he felt her lips on his, her details were fuzzy. “Um…” wait was that it, was the god really gone. You still in there .

Something was extremely off, he didn’t feel possessed anymore, but he didn’t know if that moment happened between the second of the destruction of the creature and her kiss or afterwards. He had a bad feeling that the blob on the ground was going to come back to life or something. So he pushed her away gently, just so he could really clear his head. “Thanks,” well what else was he suppose to say. He turned his back and walked a few steps away

So that was it, now his future was decided for him, he didn’t know if he was happy or not. His father would be, but what about the others. He turned back around and really looked at the girl in front, he started at her feet, yeah the outfit wasn’t doing anything for him, he was pretty sure it was hiding a lot. He perused her hands and her arms and then made it to her face. Her eyes were what made him finally stop, they were breathtaking, deep blue and endless. “So you are my guardian,” man he didn’t mean to make it come out so nonchalantly. He had felt it in her kiss, the connection between them, he didn’t know what to expect, but this sort of surprised him. She didn’t look like much, yet he hadn’t really seen her in action. He sighed and looked away so she wouldn’t see that conflicting emotions run across his face.

Of course…it had to be a girl, at least she doesn’t look all prissy and stuff. Damn, why am I doing this, I shouldn’t judge a person based on her looks, god knows she’s probably thinking something along the lines of how much of a jerk I am. Of course maybe she isn’t like me in the least, I guess I should at least introduce myself.

He turned back to her, “I am sorry, this morning has just seemed to be messing with my manners, I am Tristan.”

Ok that didn’t sound too bad, maybe a little stuck up, and manners, when had he develop manners.

It was a weird sensation... but not entirely unpleasant, the kiss, not that she had anything to compare it to. As she felt the dark, aura leave the body of this young man, a hand firmly but gently pushed her back. Stepping away, she released the front of his clothes, sheepish. She tried to fight the blush that was crawling up her face. What was she thinking? A kiss? Really? Why not something else? She was pulled out of her thoughts by his voice.

“Thanks,” he said to her, before walking a few steps away. He has such pretty hair... Why did mine have to be so dark and depressing? Kazar's face felt hot as he not- so- subtlety looked her over. Forcing herself not to fidget, Kazar's lips tilted up in a pleasant, polite smile, a habit she took comfort in. Straightening her posture, the guardian looked up, a tiny bit startled as she met violet eyes. But she kept her composure and parted her lips to speak. However, before getting a word out,

"So you are my guardian," He didn't exactly sound thrilled and Kazar's face tightened. She was short, and she was female. Not exactly the most impressive combination... plus she was wearing her bum clothes. Why now? This must be a terrible first impression. Plus! I kissed him! What if he's not into women? Blue eyes, now a tad bit icy, narrowed as he sighed and looked away. Your first impression isn't exactly the best, either. Obviously conflicted, she waited politely for him to speak and get his thoughts in order. Guilt started forming in the back of her mind though she pushed it down. It must suck for him, how I'm his guardian... sorry...

He turned back towards her and she gave him her full intention. So his name was Tristan... She smiled again, though it didn't reach her eyes.

"I'm Kazar." She said, her voice smooth and confident though she felt anything but. "And no need to thank me. Now that it's my new job, it will be happening a lot more frequently, I imagine." The petite girl tugged at the hair tie, letting it tumble down her back and shoulders. A lot had already fallen out after the... she glanced at the dark blob, the skirmish. Her cheeks heated up again. I must look like such a mess! That thought was soon forgotten as she continued to look at the remains of the giant monster. The adrenaline that had surged through her veins, had given her a high she had never felt before. It made her feel so alive and powerful. It was so thrilling and made her feel fluttery inside. She was a guardian! Dad, I've taken a step in the right direction. Now I can protect the people, in this small way at least. I'll do my best so no one suffers from losses, like I had to.

Joyfully, now, she smiled, showing perfect white teeth, eyes sparkling. "I was just about to get some cake, I know this really great place a few blocks down. The Baker gives me the greatest discounts too," Her hands brushed off a few stray leaves from her old, woolen sweater. "And I feel like you don't really like me now. And I admit, I wouldn't want me as a guardian either." Shrugging, Kazar grinned "But your stuck with me and I hope we'll get along." She met his eyes again. "I won't let you down." Her head dipped casually,as she walked passed him, humming a tune under her breath. It had taken her a lot of courage to say that to him, but now it felt free. She figured she shouldn't come across as a pushover, he seemed a bit scary.

After a few feet, she glanced back, "Come and keep me company?"

Yep, that’s a great first impression you make there, Tristan, congrats on being your normal self.

He needed to relax, he knew he was way to tense, usually an hour or two in front of a computer helped him with this. His inner conflict…well that would probably take days. “Kazar, that’s different, but it’s a cool name.” This time he wanted to slap himself, “You know…,” he stopped. “ I mean…” it just seemed words had left him. He stopped trying to think of something to say while he was listening to her, “I really didn’t to see you, kill that thing, you probably did a better job than I could have. I should have been more ready,” he didn’t say that last line to make her feel better because he probably be hearing from someone later on.

“Cake, I don’t think I can eat right now, but it certainly sounds better than anything else I had planned.”

Well he hadn’t really had anything planned, except for skipping school, he hadn’t really had a thought past just getting out of the house, away from his family. ”And I suppose we should get to know each other.” He gave her a half-grin, a upturn of only half his mouth, it looked even weirder than it normally did because he really didn’t even feel like giving that much.

His com decided to beep at that moment, but he ignored it. He already knew who it was, and he wasn’t ready for that shit storm yet. Not only could he hear the lecture about leaving without his sisters, but he could probably hear the lecture about…what if he had his sisters with him. No it wasn’t good enough he had chosen to walk away from his only protection at the moment, but dear God what if had he had chosen to do what his mother wanted him to do.

Yeah that wasn’t confusing in the least…

"To put it bluntly Mrs. Linovahle, I shot a transparent Bird of Prey at Kilia which flew at her and grabbed the Goddess and flew away a good distance with her. It probably dropped her at a hard landing spot. I had to make this new spell on the fly. Does that cover how I did it? I had no time to pull out my usual equipment for fighting so I had to improvise."

Kilia's mother lifted an eyebrow as she listened to the explanation of how Robin had extracted the Goddess from her daughter. All the while, Kilia herself tried her hardest not to squirm too much as she sat next to him and watched her mother. She knew exactly what the woman was thinking. Linovahle shrugged her shoulders as she sighed deeply. Reaching up, she ran a hand through her hair, brushing it back from her face and tucking it behind her ear, much like how Kilia did.

"As long as it works. You'll have to work to make it more refined, Johnathan Grey. Know that the spell you used will be the only one that will free her. There's no changing it now. Also realize that it was done on impulse meaning that just because you dragged out this new spell of yours, doesn't mean you did it willingly. Being a Guardian is a hard task, it means that you're going to be following her around every where she goes. You will have an indescribable urge to protect her when a God or Goddess shows up and tries to posses her.

"Should they posses her, you'll be driven to use that spell as many times as it takes to free Kilia from that possession. In simpler words, it means you have no control over your own actions. So apologizing for making this spell on the spot is nothing to me. It simply means that you're indeed a Guardian for her. You should also know that you're her one and only Guardian. There will be no one else for her. Should you die or become in any way unable to help her, no one else will do it for you," Kilia's mother paused in her lecture.

Her gaze narrowed at the boy who sat on the couch across from her, "You understand, right? Even if you don't want to do this anymore, there's no going back now. You have a job to do and I expect you to do it to your utmost capability," Linovahle stood up then and brushed off her clothes a bit before walking around the couch to head into a different room of the house. She paused in the doorway, "That's all I can do for you. The rest is up to you two."

Then her mother left the room. Kilia frowned a bit as she glanced over to Robin. She sighed a bit, though she'd caught the underlying tone in her mothers voice right before she left. The woman was worried about her daughter, but she wasn't in the business of showing it, "Sorry about that. I know she may come off as cold and abrasive. But... she means well I know."





"What the Heck was that?!"

The question seemed rhetorical, so Soran didn't answer really. He only gave the order to go out the window which the boy listened to. Grabbing a chair the youth hurled it at the window as he called out, "You sir are nuts!"

Well... maybe Soran was a little crazy. He was a Seer after all. The blonde haired boy struggled to go after his Guardian, his leg hardly holding him up at all as it burned painfully. Gritting his teeth he used the desks to get as close as he could. However, the boy who had broken the window rushed over to him with different ideas. Hauling him upwards, the youth literally picked up Soran off his feet and leapt out the window.

Startled and completely taken off guard, Soran gasped as he was hauled up and over the shoulder of the stranger. His heart pounded heavily in his chest as both hands gripped a fist full of the boy's shirt as he was thrown over the shoulder like a sack. The boy ran across the school yard, hurling spears behind him as he went. He's really good to be launching those while carrying me he thought with a faint blush. Soran hated the fact that he was being a burden.

"Let's get out of here!"

"Yeah, I would agree," Soran said in reply, though he wasn't sure if his Guardian heard or not. Looking around as best he could, Soran noted that they were headed towards the parking lot. He must have a car... it's the only logical reason to race towards that area, the Seer thought to himself.

"By the way, Name's Peter! What's your name little buddy?!"

"L-little?!" Soran repeated, his face now completely red across his nose and cheeks. He fumbled around as he was still being carried and tried his best to be dignified, "I-I.. I am not little! Wait.. that's not the point... I'm alright, you can put me down now!" he hollered, trying to heave himself off the boys shoulder. Part of him was grateful to be carried as the wait time was lessened for Soran knew he couldn't keep the pace the young boy was, but the other part of him disliked it.

Once he was put down in the parking lot, he glowered at the ground as he waited for Peter to open the car. Once in the vehicle, Soran grumbled a bit as he put on the seat belt, "I'm Soran," he muttered, then proceeded to tell the man a specific address that was not his own, "Go there. It's a Seer family that I know of. Well, they don't know me specifically but all the families know of each other in some way. The Belvedere family will be better than mine," Soran muttered the last part as he leaned against the door with his arm up against the glass of the window.

With a glance back towards the burning school building, he winced slightly at the memory of having been possessed. He hoped that the Belvedere family wouldn't mind his intrusion. The last thing he wanted was to go to his own home and officially announce that he was indeed a Seer. He closed his eyes, an eyebrow coming down in frustration as he tried to ignore the implications of that.

Peter had reached his car, which was red with white stripes in color as he then set the boy, whom he learned was named Soran. As soon as he unlocked the passenger door Soran managed to get in before he could even say the magic words. He sighed in open thought he he ran to the driver's side and got in and started up the car.

He then heard an address to go to and he raised an eyebrow in question as he explained. "Dunno why these things you say makes sense but alright. Hold on." As Peter said this he started to drive out of the school parking lot. "Alright we are so out of here!" He said as he drove on towards the address Soran gave him.

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After several minutes Peter drove towards the Belvedere driveway. "We're here." He stated as he looked around to find a spot to park in and started to do so. "You surely have high end friends buddy. What are these guys rich or something?"



Jonathan could feel her stare upon him and Kilia's Mother explained further on what a guardian does for a seer. At the mention that he made his spell mostly on impulse, and that he has to work on refining his spell as it'll be the only spell to use to free Kilia from any possessions in the future, almost lit some of his warning bells in his head. She went on to explain further he's Kilia's one and only guardian. "Which means we virtually have no freaking backup." he thought in his head. The Grey Knight, who was standing behind Jonathan at that distinct moment, moaned in despair at the news as well, Jonathan didn't bother to acknowledge or yell at it for the moment, they couldn't see him so he can complain all he wants.

Jonathan continued to hear the explanation, which was basically wrapping up his role and that essentially, there's no turning back from it all now. He only nodded his head in understanding as Mrs. Linovahle then made her exit before saying the rest is up to him and Kilia. That was the only part that confused him. He was about to ask further on about it before Kilia started to talk to him.

"No need to apologize. I'm sure your mother did mean well Kilia." He stated as he simply stretched his legs. He also stretched his arms, in which he made a well aimed punch at the Grey Knight's head. The Grey Knight clutched his head in pain before glaring and vanishing. Jonathan sighed. "So I guess it's official then huh?"

At her confirmation he decided to ask Kilia the question that's been bugging him. "What did she mean by the rest is up to us? I'm slightly confused by that."

Its funny how the last thing any of the Belvedere family would call their house is a place where rich people live. It was; compared to others, small. It felt way to small for the all the different personalities that lived in it. Standing there in the driveway was a well-dressed dark haired man. He was trying to contact someone, by why he was doing it outside wasn't apparent until one came closer.

It sounded like someone was going into hysterics inside, there was loud screaming and the crashing of objects from the inside. However the man seemed perfectly calm as he was conversing finally with whomever he was trying to reach. The tale end of the conversation was heard by the two when they did finally decide to approach.

"I understand perfectly sir, I will do whatever you wish."

The communication was shut down and the man turned to finally inspect who was within the car that pulled into the driveway. . A smile of no significance appeared on his face, "Master Reigailia, tis a pleasure, I am Grayson, Master Belvedare's Guardian, my master and his son Tristan are not at home, but I do expect them here shortly, is there anything I could help you with." The brief introduction and offer to help was interrupted with the coming of another car.

The driver exited the car after stopping and parking, he opened the door to a gaggle of girls. The first one to step out, lollipop in mouth and skip to her step, ignored the two boys completely as she approached Grayson, "Is my snack ready," all she got was a nod to her answer as Grayson had his eyes fixed on the guests. It seemed to satisfy her and she went to the house. The next one was only slightly taller, and she glanced at Soran and Peter, but again ignored them, she didn't even talk to Grayson. She was apparently to busy listening to something, and walked by them into the house. Grayson smiled, but his smile was for the last two of the sisters, as they approached. This made them hesitant for a second, as if Grayson never smiled. This was when he spoke again, "Julianna, your father asked me if you could help your mother, and if miss Francine could help the other two with their homework"

Julianna who was the older of the two looked at the house if it held a doom like fate for her and her sister. She glanced at the two boys and then turned her attention back to Grayson, "Thank you Grayson, I will take care of it, I apologize about this morning." Francine though was truly fascinated by Soran and Peter, she looked like she just saw her favorite pop-star and she was in fangirl heaven. "Francine, lets go." Francine was awakened by her sister's serious tone, she gave the boys her biggest braces filled grin and followed the other into the house.

"I am sorry about that," Grayson finally addressed the other two again. What was truly remarkable about the procession of girls, was that each had her own shade of red hair, each had a different shade of eyes, mostly all in the green category. All but Aria, (the lollipop girl) her eyes seemed to be hazel. "I shouldn't be so rude but I can guess why you are here, would you like to come inside for some tea."

One really had to wonder where there was going to be a quiet spot in the house.

"We're here."

Peter's voice filled the car and Soran looked up from his deep musing. He watched as the car pulled up to a house that looked almost like his own, but smaller. He bit his lip as he reached for the handle of the car door, Is this alright? I hope they don't mind my sudden arrival... I mean, it's not like the families are all 'buddy buddy' with each other he thought to himself. He was feeling rather gloomy as he stepped out of the car.

"You surely have high end friends buddy. What are these guys rich or something?"

"Yeah, you could say that," Soran muttered in response. He walked up with Peter to a man that looked to be a part of the house. His attire certainly said he was. Screams were echoing from the house, giving Soran pause to continue. He wondered what was going on, but as the man who stood talking on the cell phone didn't seem bothered by the noise, the young Seer figured it may be a normal thing.

He frowned, wincing slightly. Even so, he still thought it better than going back to his own place, "Well... here goes nothing," he said to no one in particular.

"I understand perfectly sir, I will do whatever you wish."

Wonder what that was all about.

The man -whom Soran thought was a butler at first- turned and addressed them finally, "Master Reigailia, tis a pleasure, I am Grayson, Master Belvedare's Guardian, my master and his son Tristan are not at home, but I do expect them here shortly, is there anything I could help you with."

"Eh... umm..." Soran glanced over to Peter but before he could formulate any sort of answer, a car drove up behind them and it unloaded a flock of girls. This startled Soran even more and he froze. It wasn't like he was afraid of girls or anything, he just wasn't very good with them, especially in packs of more than two. He watched them in shock as they all passed by to head to the house.

Oh... God... dig me a grave now... just end it, Soran thought with a heavy sigh. One of the girls smiled at him though, she had braces and he felt slightly obliged to smile back, so he did. Soran waved a bit too to try to calm his own nerves and make things a little less awkward.

"I am sorry about that, I shouldn't be so rude but I can guess why you are here, would you like to come inside for some tea."

"You're pretty good to know why we're here," Soran answered back, then ran his hand through his hair, "Sorry... Um. Thanks, I guess. Yeah, I came because... well I've been- er was- possessed by a God. Said his name was Yakosa, a war god," Soran trembled at the memory. His body shuddered and he quickly took a deep breathe to regain himself, "It's... Hard to let my family know. I'm sure you and the Belvedere family know how mine is on this whole matter. Seeing as they want my brother a Seer instead," Soran muttered the last part as his gaze dropped off to the side of the graveled driveway.

"Anyway," he looked up and tried a smile, "Thanks for the hospitality, Grayson. I look forward to meeting the rest of the family. It'll be interesting to see Mr. Belvedere and his son."




"No need to apologize. I'm sure your mother did mean well Kilia."

Kilia dipped her head down, feeling her cheeks flushing a bit as she sat there, her fingers curling into small fists on her knees. Slowly she nodded in agreement, "Yeah, she did."

"So I guess it's official then huh?"

Looking over, at him she nodded her head. With a bit of a sigh, she answered as she smiled at him as warmly as she could, "Yes. It's... official."

"What did she mean by the rest is up to us? I'm slightly confused by that." Robin asked.

"Oh... that," Kilia sighed again as she dropped her gaze to the floor, "It's tradition for most of the families. It's been done for years. Some families are more extreme than others," she said as she lifted her eyes to where her mother had disappeared to, "Basically what she meant is that everything else we have to learn on our own. We have to teach ourselves how to fight the Gods and protect the people while protecting ourselves. She's only given us the necessitates. And that's all we'll ever get. From here on out... it's really up to you and I to figure things out.

"Though I seriously disagree. There's got to be better ways to do things. I mean, we're not in the old days anymore! I think we should be working together with the other families, but that's not her belief. I also believe that not all the Gods are evil like she thinks they are, but..." Kilia's voice had gotten slightly emotional so she stopped herself. Taking a deep, calming breathe, she leaned back in the couch cushions, "Well, whatever. It is what it is. I mean, it really is up to us so..."

She trailed off. Hopefully Robin didn't think she was crazy... she blushed a little at the thought.

Peter had followed Soran to the front door of the house when he saw another car pull up and open to let out a gaggle of Girls. "Oh my GOSH! We're surrounded by girls!! This is insanity!!!" Peter thought in his head as sweat drops formed on his own forehead in severe worry. How many were there?! Soran had hidden behind him in slight fear and terror of them. Peter was at most, surprised by his reaction at that. "Wow, that was very interesting." He said out loud.

He then heard the Head guardian of this family invite them inside for refreshments. "Huh? Tea? If you got Herbal Tea I'll drink that stuff." Peter said trying to be open and friendly as best as he could as Soran explained the business end of why they were here. He smiled to himself how well he tried to be formal and friendly at the same time. "Well Soran, let's not sit out here like a barrel of wet fish! Let's go in!"




Jonathan listened very very carefully to Kilia as she responded to his statements and question. She talked on how it was tradition to find out on their own how to best fight off the gods and protect her from it. "Wow, that's a lot on the plate, but doable." He stated before she suddenly went up in a small mini-rant.

He listened to her talk about there should be a better way to handle things and such of the like before she talked more absurdly that not all gods are evil. "I only wish the good ones had better control of the others." He said more to himself as she continued on before stopping and just resigning to her original answer and then blushed a bit. That usually means one thing in his book. She thinking that now he thinks she was crazy.

"If only I can admit that people actually think I'm crazy at times." he thought to himself as he looked around the living room looking at all the nick nacks present. His eyes fell upon however, a portrait of a familiar figure, clad in grey armor, holding his sword aloft as if ready to do battle. He got up to take a closer look. "Hmm, interesting portrait of the Grey Knight you got hanging there. My family has some of the original rough sketches, although, not one to say such things, with him being directly my ancestor and all."

"Doh, come on Robin! It's not that horrible is it?!" The "spirit" said as Jonathan turned to Kilia with a bit of a small confident smile. The spirit sighed knowing that he'll try to ignore the fact he's even talking to him before vanishing just like that.

"So then, I suppose then the first thing we need to figure out is living arrangements and then a schedule for training and improvement of spells and physical strength." Jonathan said, "Of course I might have to also probably teach you how to fight too. Hopefully that isn't too much of a problem.

"And probably, once we've figured all that out, we can then, maybe figure out something fun to do. Since we need to probably be friends and all" Jonathan finished before taking a huge breath. He nearly talked himself to death for a moment. Never before had he tried to talk business and try to sound proper at the very same time. He also realized he was talking to a girl who he has to watch over for the rest of his life. His face turned slightly pink when he realized this.

Grayson led them into the house as he heard Soran say,

"Sorry... Um. Thanks, I guess. Yeah, I came because... well I've been- er was- possessed by a God. Said his name was Yakosa, a war god," Grayson turned slightly to see the reaction by the newly made seer. He understood completely the fear and wish to forget. It was the same for a guardian in some respects, without the whole being taken over aspect though. He has had his own seer turn on him, filled with the violent urgency to do the God's willing, and try to kill. Grayson though was pretty hard to kill as he was still standing before the two boys today. Yet Soran's next sentence was a little unexpected.

"It's... Hard to let my family know. I'm sure you and the Belvedere family know how mine is on this whole matter. Seeing as they want my brother a Seer instead"

He didn't comment on this though, but he also understood this, it was the very thing driving a wedge within very house he lived. "I am sure you have as much potential as your brother did." Grayson knew that Soran's brother was past his twenty year mark. He had kept tabs on the other families for years. The inner workings, personal opinions and likewise he had no idea, but one can observe much from the outside.

The house was bigger on the inside then it appeared on the outside.

He looked at Peter as he requested herbal tea, "You though," he did a once over of Peter, "don't have any ties to society do you." His tone wasn't condensing, it was observant. And his once over wasn't one to be taken likely, it was like he had assessed Peter's aura with just his eyes. He, however, wasn't trying to be insulting, but Grayson was known to push a button or two. He could read people rather well, and sometime told him that the boy was hot-headed and perhaps untrained. Grayson led them away from the other voices in the house "Follow me into the study, we won't be disturbed there," he led to a doorway, which he took a key out and unlocked. The room on the inside looked cozy, it was filled with pictures; of course with five children, there were many pictures. It seemed like all the kids had their own place on the wall. Grayson motioned to the couch in the corner, "Sit, relax, I will return."

His return was a few minutes later, with a silver tray, a tea pot full of hot water, and a tea chest. As he placed it on the table he looked Soran again. "So you were possessed by Yakosa." He took a rather large book from the shelf and flipped through, "Call it an obsession of mine I suppose," which really wasn't an explanation in the least to what he looking at. "Yakosa, god of war, top tier, doesn't have many known weaknesses. So that either means you deal with fire or did something else to stop the possession."

This last comment was toward Peter

He continued without waiting on response "Fire makes the most sense, your aura is to red for most anything else. I tend to do that without permission, but it helps me stay alive. I've known a few like you, usually hot-headed and short tempered, not a great combination when it comes to being a guardian. However you show promise in taken a god like Yakosa out for awhile."

Another interruption happened at that point, the door to the study swung open and Tristan stood there, he didn't look happy in at all. "Where is my father, "he asked completely ignoring the other two in the room.

Grayson stood a look of concern on his face, "He is not here, what happened."

"Nothing, I don't want to talk about it, tell the she-hag if she wants to lecture me, I'll be in my room"
"But Tristan we have...
"I don't give a fuck"
"Tristan please calm down,"
"Today of all the fucking days, don't tell me to calm down"
"Please just join us,"
"I am not in the mood."

"Just tell brace face if I ever catch her putting spiders on me again, I will torture her slowly and without mercy" Tristan turns on his heels and walks back out, which he couldn't have gone to far because they could hear the door slam. Grayson sighed, "Again I apologize, I thought Master Belvedare would have returned by now."

"I am sure you have as much potential as your brother did."

Soran slowly nodded, though he wasn't all too convinced by the kind words. He was lost in his own thoughts for a little while and thus missed the comment made towards Peter, his new Guardian. He was brought out of his thoughts as Grayson moved towards the house, motioning for them to follow him.

"Follow me into the study, we won't be disturbed there."

The house inside was much larger than it looked on the outside. An illusion that Soran was beginning to think a trend for most richly endowed families and their homes. His own was a reflection of that as well. They followed after Grayson until he stopped at a door and unlocked it for them to go into.

"Sit, relax, I will return."

Heeding the order, Soran took a spot on the sofa. It was comfortable, something he was slightly thankful for given the recent event of having to run and everything else. As he sat, however, his leg had stiffened from standing for too long outside. He felt the burn of his skin stretching and was reminded of the wound given to him by Yakosa not to long ago. Hissing in reaction, he gripped his thigh tightly before it numbed once again.

"So you were possessed by Yakosa."

Grayson returned then with a tray of tea, to which Soran just gazed at. He wasn't particularly in the mood to drink anything right then, and so he just sat back to listen to the conversation.

"Call it an obsession of mine I suppose. Yakosa, god of war, top tier, doesn't have many known weaknesses. So that either means you deal with fire or did something else to stop the possession."

Grayson said as he flipped through a rather large book that he'd brought with him into the study. Soran glanced over to Peter before answering softly, he figured he'd let the Guardian do the finer details though, "Yeah, he used a spear of some sort," the Seer said, his voice just loud enough for them to hear him.

"Fire makes the most sense, your aura is to red for most anything else. I tend to do that without permission, but it helps me stay alive. I've known a few like you, usually hot-headed and short tempered, not a great combination when it comes to being a guardian. However you show promise in taken a god like Yakosa out for awhile."

An eyebrow lifted as Soran listened to the words that Grayson poured onto them. He can judge a person character based on their aura? Is that his specialty or something... the young Seer thought to himself. He was about to ask on the matter how Grayson knew so much about Peter when he himself knew nothing at all seeing as he'd just met the boy a few hours ago.

"Where is my father, " a boy asked as he flung open the door and entered the room. Soran turned sharply at the sudden noise, his heart jumping to his throat. However, he was met by a rather good looking figure in the doorway, though the youth didn't seem to be all that pleased.

"He is not here, what happened?"

The conversation went rather quickly, and there was not a whole lot that Soran could discern from it at all. Obviously the boy was irritated about something, and one of his sisters was a part of it too. However, the Seer figured that there was something else to the situation at hand and even as the red haired boy left the room and a door slammed shut, Soran stayed turned around almost as if in a trance.

"Again I apologize, I thought Master Belvedare would have returned by now."

"It's alright," Soran answered, almost on auto pilot. Finally, he stood up, "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to talk to him... the red haired boy just now? I think Peter can answer the rest of your questions well enough... at least for now," he said. Besides, I think there's more to that boy's irritation than a little girl putting spiders on him, Soran thought and made his way to the door. With the adrenaline leaving his body, he was beginning to feel a dull ache in his hip and side.

Hobbling out into the hallway, he looked around to try to figure out where the boy had gone. It couldn't have been too far though seeing as the sound of the slamming door had nearly been right next to them. Right next to us... Soran spotted a closed door and figured that one might be it. Shuffling over, he hesitated as he raised his hand to the door, poised to knock. Taking a breath, he finally knocked on the door, three light taps.

"U-um..." his voice broke and he cursed himself silently, "Sorry to be intruding on your home. I'm Soran Reigailia... Um..." Why had he gone to the door again? He couldn't quite remember, "I-... Want to talk? I get the feeling something might have happened," he said and then bit his tongue. Wonderful start... idiot he scolded himself. He stood there silently then, waiting for an answer. Hopefully the boy wouldn't just ignore him, that would be... awkward.

Peter walked into the house with Soran and Grayson. He never quite registered what they were talking about initially which sort of confused him to a point. He sat down as Grayson was reading a book about whatever it was messing with Soran and it came to a point where Grayson started talking about Him with near accuracy.

"Hey wait a minute!! You have no right reading my Aura!" He exclaimed loudly and somewhat angrily, but he unknowingly proved his point. "I mean sure I prefer fire magic but that doesn't make me a big fat Hothead!!"

His thoughts were once again interrupted by the entrance of another person Soran's age. "Uhh hi-" he tried to say before he got interrupted by The arrivals argument with the family guardian before heading off to another room. "Well that was rude of the Laddie."

Soran then stated his desire to go and see the rude one and abruptly left Peter with Grayson. "Wait! Soran! Please don't leave me alone with the gaggle!!!!" He shouted in vain pleading. "Fudge nuggets! I hate it when things go down like that." He said before sighing. "So what exactly did I get myself into here Grayson?"

"I mean, I. Know about seers and their bodyguards a little bit; but I fail to see the big picture. You mean to tell me I took on a deity and won in some regard? Also where is the tea I asked about?" His questions were small but trying to figure out how to understand it all."

Grayson's initial frustration led to surprise when Soran offered to go talk to Tristan, "Thank you," but he was pretty sure Soran was already trying to find Tristan's door. The other in the room took the time to speak up"So what exactly did I get myself into here Grayson".

Before he could answer the first question a second came out. I mean, I. Know about seers and their bodyguards a little bit; but I fail to see the big picture. You mean to tell me I took on a deity and won in some regard? Also where is the tea I asked about

Grayson looked at the boy intently for a second, "I am going to tell you the one thing my father always told me, when fate chooses us to do, we do, but you know having fire magic doesn't mean you are "a big fat Hothead." I was merely stated an observation or two. You can learn to restrain your temper, or irrational behaviors, or even your power if you learn control." While he was stating this he turned to the tea pot, "This tea pot is cold now, and it is a rather expensive family heirloom. Rational thought would be going out to the kitchen and heating some more water, but since you are so against being interactive with the girls, I take that is out of the question"

"As a guardian you have to think quickly on your feet, something that you did this afternoon, but some deities don't react to a violent means of being defeated, sometimes you have to be more inventive. As water is your opposite, it will be the hardest for you to learn how to find a means to get rid of. Take the water in the tea pot, lets say for instance it is a lesser god within your seer. A lesser god that you know isn't going to be pushed out by violent means, all water gods do have some aversion to fire, however this one is adverse to heat. However if you heat it up to much, you risk the chance of harming your seer. He is your first and last priority, even before yourself."

He picked the teapot up, "I am not going to ask you try this, but as the year progresses with your seer, as you learn more about the way things are done. As you defeat more gods and goddesses, you will get closer to the point where you can do this without thought. I don't have elemental skills like you do, but in reading the object before me, I can control the most basic of its particles.

I didn't know how to do this when I first became a guardian, in fact I really thought my power was pretty useless. The first day almost became my last, I didn't know how much energy it would actually take to read a god aura. The more powerful the longer and more costly it is to me. With just the right amount of energy, I can make those particles move, and the rest is just basic science."

Pretty soon the water in the teapot was warm again, and he poured it into the cup. "The big picture is all of this is up to you." He put down the teapot and picked up the tea chest. "Now please pick your tea bag, I believe the herbal tea is in the back row."

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Tristan was sulking in his bedroom, he heard the knocking first, which was surprising, no one ever knocked in his house. He sat up, sort of glad he hadn't yet plugged his ear buds into his ears. He stood up and took a second to look at his surroundings. Well why the fuck should he care about what his room looked like, this was his room. He opened the door just as Soran said happened. "You don't have to say anymore, you could have probably just knocked, nobody ever fucking knocks in this house." Tristan sighed but took the time to look at the boy, "For a Reigailia, your kinda not what I expected, yeah I know who your family is, haven't the pleasure though of meetin any of you. Well come in, there is no use for you standing in the hallway."
Tristan opened the door wider, "Close it after you come in, or we won't get any privacy," not that he expected his closed door to stop anyone anyways. "I just guessing that you turned 20 today too, so you have some clue about what happens on days like these. Maybe I am just more upset than I need to be about it. Well maybe not upset...I don't really know how to describe how I am feeling actually." There was more then one reason he was feeling the way he way thought

First Tristan was upset about having to deal with his mother, but he wasn't going to admit that to a complete stranger. Ever since the events happened this morning, she has been harassing him, and you could tell it wasn't her usual harassment either. She had been downright unapologetic about what she was saying. He got so tired of her phone calls that he came home hoping to find his father, hoping to put an end to it. He hoped deep down she would have changed her opinion about him after he became a seer, but it just seemed to be worse.

Secondly what happened during his possession really threw him off, he knew it wasn't the normal thing to happen, so how to move on from it was a complete mystery.

He moved some stuff so there was another place to sit on a chair near the bed, he knew that it wasn't Soran's fault, so he wasn't take it out on him. Tristan just didn't feel like being himself today, he was tired of pretty much everything period. "I guess I should introduce myself, since I just started talking to you like we were acquainted, I am Tristan, so what else did you want to talk about."

He sat back down on the bed with his back against the wall so he could actually pay attention to Soran.

"You don't have to say anymore, you could have probably just knocked, nobody ever fucking knocks in this house."

Soran was slightly taken aback as the boy suddenly drew open the door and faced him with a frown on his face. The young blonde haired seer watched him for a while, unsure of what to say next. Maybe it had been a bad idea to come and bother him. Still, Soran couldn't help it. It was another Seer, someone else to talk to that could share in his experience. A sigh left the taller boys lips, making Soran lift an eyebrow.

"For a Reigailia, your kinda not what I expected, yeah I know who your family is, haven't the pleasure though of meetin any of you. Well come in, there is no use for you standing in the hallway."

Soran blushed at this, Not what you expected?! What were you expecting?! Soran thought to himself. He wanted to voice those thoughts as well, but the other Seer didn't give him time to do so as he pulled the door wider and stepped inside the bedroom.

"Close it after you come in, or we won't get any privacy. I just guessing that you turned 20 today too, so you have some clue about what happens on days like these. Maybe I am just more upset than I need to be about it. Well maybe not upset...I don't really know how to describe how I am feeling actually."

Slowly, Soran moved into the room closing the door as he was asked as well. He limped slightly, his thigh cramping up as he tried to work out the muscle once more though it burned. He watched as the boy cleared off a spot on a chair near the bed and moved over to it once it was cleaned to sit upon. Listening to the young Seer's words made Soran frown. He knew what the other boy meant though. It was the same for him really.

"I guess I should introduce myself, since I just started talking to you like we were acquainted, I am Tristan, so what else did you want to talk about."

Soran slowly took his seat, positioning himself just right so as to let his leg rest, but not stretch the burned skin. After he was seated he looked up at Tristan and smiled softly, "I'm Soran. I... I guess I just wanted to talk a little. Anything really," his gaze dropped Why is this so hard? he thought to himself. Usually he was very bright and easy to talk to other people, but for some reason it was very hard in the presence of the other boy.

"U-um," he stuttered again. Have to stop doing that he chided himself, "I was possessed earlier today. It was... so strange and painful," Soran muttered the last part, "Do you think it's like that all the time? I hope not, I don't know if I'll be able to survive that sort of thing again. I also want to apologize, for just showing up here at your home. Its just that I really don't want to go back to my own house. The family is... not easy to get along with. I'm sure they already know that I'm a Seer whereas my brother is not."

Soran sighed and leaned back against the chair. He tilted his head back where he stared at the ceiling of the bedroom for a while before looking back at Tristan, "Sorry, probably shouldn't dump this on you, I'm sure you have enough to worry about and deal with as it is. Your house is... kinda crazy," Soran laughed a bit as he said that hoping to not offend the other boy.






"Wow, that's a lot on the plate, but doable." Robin said before Kilia went off on her tangent. She blushed a bit at the thought that he was willing to do so much with someone he'd just met too.

"I only wish the good ones had better control of the others."

Slowly she nodded in agreement to his statement.

"Hmm, interesting portrait of the Grey Knight you got hanging there. My family has some of the original rough sketches, although, not one to say such things, with him being directly my ancestor and all."

"You're his ancestor?" Kilia about came out of her seat as he was looking at one of the pictures on the vanity. She watched him with wide eyes, awe and shock rushing through her, "Honestly I'd always thought that to be a myth of sorts. That's so amazing," she muttered to herself.

"So then, I suppose then the first thing we need to figure out is living arrangements and then a schedule for training and improvement of spells and physical strength. Of course I might have to also probably teach you how to fight too. Hopefully that isn't too much of a problem. And probably, once we've figured all that out, we can then, maybe figure out something fun to do. Since we need to probably be friends and all."

Kilia was taken aback at first as he told her everything that he had in mind. Wow, so fast to adapt she thought to herself. She admired that actually. Kilia herself wasn't all that great at taking a situation and adapting to it like that. She couldn't quite get her mind wrapped around his words as she was marveling at how quickly he put things together. Kilia stared at him for quite sometime before it all sank in.

"W-wait! You want... t-too train me?" Kilia stood then, her hands raising up as she watched him with wide eyes, her heart pounding hard in her chest, "I-I... Robin... I really... I really don't know," she started to pace then, wringing her wrists and biting her lower lip.

Shaking her head she calmed herself, "I... I will try," she resigned herself quickly. It was probably for the best anyway. Besides, he was going to find out soon enough that she wasn't all that great at fighting at all, "In any case, I do hope that we'll be friends," she smiled brightly, trying to ignore her writhing nerves about the prospect of fighting.
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Peter was in utter shock about the explanation given to him. He actually almost thought his eyes would pop out of their sockets when he saw the demonstration Grayson pulled with his abilities. The teapot suddenly started to have steam coming out of its spout. "That is a neat mind bending trick." He stated as he grabbed the herbal tea bag and set it by the teapot. "Alright, so you're saying I need to improvise on my opponents when they come? That sounds easy enough, though control might be easier said then done I'm unsure."





"If he's a Myth then I'm a figment of your imagination." Jonathan replied to Kilia when she talked about the grey knight. "Though granted some bits of his story have gotten lost in the mix or exaggerated. He smiled after stating that and then he let everything he told her on their next move on the whole thing.

She seemed shocked and a bit nervous about being trained on how to fight. "Well I certainly would like to. But I think it should be baby steps when it comes down to it. But ultimately, I want to trust you to watch my back. When of course you're not possessed." He could tell she was trying to not show her nervousness about training with him.

"Well, first things first is kind of a main question. It's the living arrangements. I suppose in the simplistic terms to ultimately phrase my question incredibly carefully. Where do I sleep?" He asked in a polite calm voice.

"You could always sleep in her room." The grey knight's voice said in his head. This "Spirit" was making too many freaking visits today. And it was starting to annoy Jonathan to a point. Jonathan went to the couch to sit down and to try and relax for a few moments until Kilia gave him an answer on the particular subject.

Tristan half smiled as the boy introduced himself, Soran...thats a nice name. He also concluded that Soran was kinda cute when he blushed...but that wasn't the point of the conversation. He listened while the other described the experience of earlier today and in truth he wondered the same thing, "God I hope not," yet he couldn't help but feeling like it could have been worse too. "So that other guy, he is your guardian," he had noticed Peter even though it didn't seem like he had noticed anything when coming into his father's study. If he was perfectly honest, he would probably admit that he half wanted to find out about who this blond kid was, but he didn't want to do so in front of Grayson.

He was sort of discouraged when he found out that he was a Reigailia, they didn't really socialize in the same circles. Tristan was probably someone most parents told their kids to stay away from. Tristan did like to bat out of his league though...

He continued to listen to Soran, "Wait your brother, they wanted him instead of you, I don't know you seem perfectly capable of handling yourself, unless you are a figment of my imagination and didn't survive your first possession." Tristan didn't think he had that good of an imagination.

"My family is...kinda crazy too." Tristan sighed, "I kinda wished I was elsewhere most of the time. Its not that I don't care for them, its well...complicated."

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Grayson pondered Peter for a second, and shook his head, "Improvisation and control, both are necessary, what is complicated is doing them at the same time. But this is a lesson for another time."

"Did you have any more questions." Grayson asked as he moved away from the table.

"Well I certainly would like to. But I think it should be baby steps when it comes down to it. But ultimately, I want to trust you to watch my back. When of course you're not possessed."

Kilia stumbled a bit. He was serious about this. He really wanted to train her to fight. The young Seer was no fighter at all. She didn't even like the idea at all. If anything she could maybe protect him from harm, but as far as fighting went, she was so not good at it and not even all that driven to do so.

"I... I... Robin. I... just don't know..." Kilia tried to voice her position but she also realized that he was going to be depending on her. If it was anything, she didn't like disappointing someone who depended on her. Finally, she released a sigh and reached up to run her fingers through her hair.

"Alright, I'll do my best Robin. It's just that, I'm really not a fighter and I don't like the idea at all."

"Well, first things first is kind of a main question. It's the living arrangements. I suppose in the simplistic terms to ultimately phrase my question incredibly carefully. Where do I sleep?" Robin switched topics then and she was somewhat relieved except then she had to figure out their sleeping arrangements. She supposed it was the practical thing to do because he was now her Guardian and should she ever need him, he'd have to be close by.

"Uh... um... well," she glanced around then it hit her, "I do have extra rooms upstairs. Come, I'll show you. It is getting rather late isn't it and I'm sure that you're tired by now," she began rambling like she always did and started towards the stair case that was down the hall where her mother had disappeared off to earlier. Taking the steps one at a time, she led him up to the second level of the house and down the dimly lit hall.

Stopping at a door, she opened it up to their spare bedroom. It had once belonged to her brother, "Here. You can stay in here. It's right next to my room," she motioned to the room in question which was to their left, "This used to be my brothers room. Anyhow. You can stay here. I hope it's alright."



"God I hope not," Tristan said to the remark that Soran had made about the possession being awful. The blonde Seer nodded in agreement.

"So that other guy, he is your guardian."

"Yeah. He is," Soran sighed a bit, though he was grateful for the other boy, he was a bit saddened by it too. The kid was now stuck with him for the rest of his life, protecting Soran whether he wanted to or not, "It sucks that he has to do this though."

"Wait your brother, they wanted him instead of you, I don't know you seem perfectly capable of handling yourself, unless you are a figment of my imagination and didn't survive your first possession."

To this, Soran yet again blushed, his gaze widening as he looked up at Tristan. He was unsure of how to answer this and instead just sat there staring at the other boy in shock. Was that a compliment? he thought to himself. He was unsure of how to go about this now. First of all, the boy was rather good looking and second he sort of was Soran's type. He bit his lip to keep from thinking too much into it. He hardly knew the other Seer!

"My family is...kinda crazy too," Tristan laughed too as he agreed with Soran.

The blonde Seer was finally knocked out of his trance at the sound, though the sound alone almost put him back into it. He smiled too, his face burning slightly as he fought back the blush. Reaching up he ran his hand through his hair, "Yeah. I know what you mean. A-anyway, umm..." here we go again, damn it Soran cleared his throat.

Feeling that he'd probably overstayed his visit he stood up only to fall back down into the chair with a hiss of pain, his fingers reaching down to clutch the burning wound, "Ow... ow," he muttered to himself, wincing with a frown. He glowered at his leg, cursing it inwardly, "Sorry... I don't mean to be such a burden. Anyway, I should probably get going to have it looked at. It was really nice to meet you. I," he stumbled as he lifted his gaze to Tristan, "I hope we can meet again soon," he offered a smile.

Peter Poured himself a cup of herbal tea and started to drink it whilst he was thinking. "Hmm." He said to himself. "Well, I know I fought a god with a title and status. What happens if a lesser known deity decides to pick a fight? Or do they just usually run like the sissies you claim them to be?"

His question was slightly legitimate in its nature. But he wasn't sure if it was exactly appropriate in its execution. "No offense to any that are sissies, I just feel like when I fight something it's a bit more fun having to be attacked."



Jonathan could tell Kilia was nervous about fighting lessons. He'll probably not only need baby steps on that subject, he is going to need to put training wheels on her after she's learned the basics!! What more can he do?

"Eh, least it's a start of a very beautiful friendship!" The Grey Knight stated as Jonathan sighs as he then hears Kilia mention several guest rooms. He sighs in relief of the slight distraction. He followed her up the stairs as he looked at more different stuff in the house, and then he finally approached the room she designated as his.

"Your Brother's? Wow did he like, move out or something?" He asked in an incredibly honest voice. He never saw a room so ordinary as this, it's as if the brother picked all of the valuables in here before he moved out or something along those lines.