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Valium nodded and began to pace the room a little, his long legs taking shorter steps between the foyer and the couch. "Weapons, power, ties to powerful people in governments, we all have these. If she wished to begin the Wars all that would be needed was to kill us before we could send..."

"The liesons send messages every hour or so," Rory replied. "Our countries have already been notified of the situation and are probably working at the council table now."

"Probably?" Valium said.

"I have no way of knowing. We can only send messages out," Rory replied, sounding resigned.

River tossed the cigarette into a small waste basket with a flick of his fingers and a small look of disgust. Blonde was beginning to show at his roots. Just enough to see. He walked over next to Cain and turned on the faucet for a moment, letting cold water run before dipping his finger into it and tracing little runes over his left shoulder. The water stuck to his skin like glue and merged together, keeping the sigil forms as it blended. He traced the same design over the right shoulder and his scrapes began to heal slowly. Then he splashed water over his head, slicking his hair back to reveal a small scar on his forehead, just below his hairline, testament that Keiser hadn't quite missed. Once the dousing was complete, and his hair stayed wet just like the symbols on his shoulders, he pulled a bottle from the refridgerator and unsealed the top, letting the smell of fresh watermelon drift across Cain's alcohol.