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Osmond flipped a page absently, "It doesn't really matter to us, at this point we'd take a cargo plane if it'd get us to the drop point faster. . . . HE called us. He's wanting us with him very soon." hopefully Eden picked up the hint. Desmond stared out the window, trying to let his mind wander when all he could tink about was the fear he felt in the presence of the voice, how it made him tremble and wince. A similar train of thought entered Osmond's mind as he looked through the tome.

Eden rolled her eyes exhasbarated. She just couldn't be serious about this until the very very last second. She'd go crazy, she let some of the madness stored in her brain go, and started to mess with it with her mind, changing it's shape and doing her mental stregnthing excersises with it as instructed by her family's witch. Silent in her pouting, she was barely aware when the cab stopped at the airport

As the cab stopped at the departure door, the twins quickly slipped out, opening the trunk and Eden's door, removing both their luggage along with their meister and her luggage. The three briskly strode into the building, flashing their DWMA student identification cards to speed them through customs. As they reached the passport check, the twins flipped out their Irish passports to show they were able to enter the country without being screened. Throughout the entire process the twins said at most less than ten words each as they neared their gate in time to hear the boarding call.

Eden pulled her overused passport out of its holding place in her bra, flipping it to her info and then glaring down the guard when he started to say her last name. she formed the madness into a ball and threw the black mass away in the trash as they neared the gate, not slowing down she strode up to the desk handed over her ID badge and got the tickets. Returning to the twins and looked at the seats "Which one of you wants the isle seat and which one wants the inner isle?"

As the twins passed off their passports and moved to the terminal, Osmond closed his book and reached into his satchel, pulling out a worn notebook with a simple title in Osmond's rather neat handwriting "The Ralley Notebook." Osmond took the ticket from Eden and held out the notebook to the young girl, "Hey Eden, I know this whole thing seems a little new to you and I know we haven't exactly been helpful but the past few days Desmond and I have worked to translate out everything in this tome into English as well as a few little notes on our techniques that may help you. I'd like you to read this if you have time on the flight." If Eden was to flip through it, there would be diagrams and notes as to how to perform some of the techniques the twins were known for such as the Wind War Dance and the Ram Strike. Also included would be notes on Hadrian and the history of the Ralley pact with him.

Eden took the notebook and flipped through the pages, taking in all the information at a glance. 'oh this is going to be interesting...ok' "Thanks guys, i'll read this on the plane ok? look, i get that y'all are being a pain in the ass ok? i understand that this is a big deal, but stressing over it isnt going to do anything but make the plane ride longer and cause an ulcer. relax please? y'all sit by eachother i'll sit alone. if i have questions i'll call one of you up there ok?"

Osmond sighed a little at Eden's words, "Eden, hopefully that notebook will give you enough insight to see exactly why the two of us are stressing out. We're stressing out not because of what the two of us have to do, our position was determined when we were born. We're worried about you. Once we enter Hadrian's world, there is no telling what will happen. Not even Lord Death knows what happens in Hadrians Domain, what happens in there could be nothing, but at the same time it could be the very thing that breaks up our team and leads to the end of this war between Death and Madness. A certain stress level is expected, one thing our grandfather told us when we despared 'It's ok to be scared. The fact that you're scared means you are actually sane, you'd have to be crazy not to be scared.'" Osmond placed a warm hand on Eden's shoulder, upon contact, the speaker came on calling for first class travelers to begin boarding. Eden beamed up at Osmond "Oh dearheart" she reached up and patted his cheek "i am crazy." she skipped off to take her seat on the plane

Osmond watched as Eden skipped off and pulled out the old tome once again, "I'm afraid that could be your downfall my dear. If Hadrian is correct and there is someone else comming to contest your place, this may be more than we can handle...." With that the twins slowly made their way to the plane and soon were sitting with identical looks of restless contemplation. Their eyes were closed but they were far from asleep. Their minds were littered with images of Hadrian and resuming their training in their heads, looking for anything that could have been overlooked in their training of their bodies and Edens.