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Kilia Yve Linovahle

"I don't believe that fighting is the answer. There's another way, there always is."

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a character in “Sono Kanshi-Sha : Reboot”, as played by Siryn

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|| 19 || Seer || Heterosexual ||




Kilia enjoys wearing darker colors, clothes that curve to her body and make her look appealing. She has long light colored hair, pink in hue. It is soft to the touch and curls in locks around her frame. The light colored hair is long, coming down to the middle of her back and tends to look unkept as it is cut in layers and the layers tend to curl however they wish. Kilia has bright sky blue eyes that show her emotions easily. She stands at a slender height of just barely five feet tall.


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Kilia learned the basics fairly quickly and so she’s average in that aspect. Her main skill in the magic system is a healer. For this, she is exceptional. She can heal just about anything from small cuts to deep lacerations and broken bones. Kilia can also do creation to a small extent. Anything simple that one may need, she can usual create. Her favored conjuration should she ever need it is to conjure a staff.

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Kilia is rather quick on her feet, very nimble and agile. She is of average strength as well and should she be forced into a hand to hand fight, she can conjure up a staff to keep herself protected for a while. She good enough to the point of knowing how to bring someone down in a decent amount of time without seriously injuring them or killing them.




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As said previously, Kilia is average when it comes to the magic system. Complex spells are not her fortay. Even for her healing spells, she struggles. The more critical the wound, the more complex the spell needs to be. This takes Kilia quite a while to create and can sometimes be a burden to her. Her simple conjurations don’t last very long either because she cannot master the technique of adding more symbols and forms to the spell formula. Though Kilia is quite nimble she’s no fighter by any means and tends to shy away from fights. If at all possible, Kilia will run from a fight. If there is no way out, she will hesitate to fight back, often putting herself in a dangerous situation.

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Kilia is a sweet girl, she’s very nice to anyone she meets and smiles easily. She likes to laugh and hang out with friends. People tend to be very nice to her in return so she’s unused to people being cold or mean. She’s easily hurt, but tries not to show it all that much. Kilia has a strong sense of loyalty to those around her, even to those that might not consider her a friend. She tries to help everyone even if it means putting herself in danger or making people mad at her.

Though Kilia isn’t timid, she doesn’t like fights and is actually afraid of fighting because she doesn’t like to hurt people. This is why she doesn’t know how to fight and she has the awful habit of trying to stop people from fighting even if they’re trying to help or protect her. It’s a habit that her mother is trying to break, but is having no progress so far.

Kilia tries her hardest to prove to people that she is useful because of her many downfalls in the magic system. She constantly tries to overcome her weaknesses by –perhaps- trying too hard. Kilia doesn’t like that she cannot conjure anything for very long and even gets frustrated about it fairly easily, to the point of tears most times.

Even so, she tends to bounce back fairly quickly with a strong sense of purpose. Kilia doesn’t stay angry or sad for very long and it takes quite a bit to keep her that way, in other words you would really have to hurt her to a really deep degree to put her in a depressed state for more than an hour.

Being a daughter of a Seer brings a lot of other emotions with it as well. Kilia is fearful of being a Seer, not because she doesn’t wish to be one, but because she doesn’t know if she’ll be a good Seer. Also, because of her dislike for fighting, she isn’t comfortable with the fact that at some point she will probably have to fight against her will, especially if she is possessed by a God or Goddess that will use her body to fight. Kilia does wish to become a Seer, though this wish is never expressed openly. The main reason is because she wants to try to change the way the Seer families do things, she wants to stop them from constantly fighting against the Gods/Goddess and other humans. However, she is often told that it will never happen and thus, Kilia is naive in this sense.


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Kilia’s mother, Yve Linovahle, is a Seer, a very powerful Seer at that too. What Kilia lacks in magic and fighting skills, her mother more than makes up for. With her mother leading a wonderful example of the Linovahle family, Kilia had been expected to be just as wonderful. However, Kilia's lack of understanding with the magic system has put her at a disadvantage. It isn't that Kilia can't use the system, its just that she doesn't understand how to create more powerful spells like her mother can.

Yve has been teaching Kilia the magic system for as long as she can remember, but it doesn't seem to stick with her. Kilia gets frustrated with the system easily especially because all of her creations tend to fail. She cannot grasp the technique to create more complex spells. Yve is very pushy when it comes to learning the system and can often lead to Kilia getting angry with her. However, Kilia's mother holds hope that her daughter will eventually understand the system and be able to create more spells and stronger spells at that too.

Yve know's what it's going to take for Kilia to be a good Seer because she knows what's out there and what is waiting for her daughter when she inherits the role. Kilia, on the other hand, is ignorant of that fact and is even a bit rebellious on her mothers wishes for her to learn more magic other than her healing and conjuration. With that in mind, Kilia and her mother often disagree and fights do ensue. Kilia's ideals also clash with the other families as well, most especially because of Kilia's use of the conjuration side of the magic system.

The families are set in traditional ways and are strongly advocate to learning things through experience. Anytime one takes a shortcut (especially with using magic) it is considered 'dishonorable' to the families and most times the one responsible is humiliated. Kilia has gone through this once before and since then has not conjured anything to help her out in menial task or anything of the like in front of her mother or the other families.

Kilia's ideal of not fighting and trying to make peace with the Gods and Goddesses has been laughed at many times by the other families. Yve on the other hand has surprisingly supported her daughters ideal on this, though she does tell Kilia that she'll eventually have to realize that at some point during her life she will have to fight for something. Yve doesn't dislike the idea of having peaceful relations, but she does realize that it's not always going to be true for everything. This is where Kilia differs, she does not realize that it won't work out for everything.

The reason for Kilia's adamant wish for having peaceful relations with the Gods and Goddess is because of what happened during her childhood. It was an experience that she can't ever forget. A seven year old Kilia had been alone and playing by herself outside of her house, Kilia had wandered quite far from the home and into the woods behind the house. There she saw her first God. It was a lesser God and he was wandering the woods by himself. Kilia, not quite understanding that it was a higher being she was seeing at the time, asked him what he was doing all alone in the woods.

His name was Cryio and he had smiled at her when she asked him. He answered her simply, he was without friends and lonely. Kilia offered to be his friend and thus started their relationship. Kilia continued to go out into the forest whenever she could to visit Cryio. He would wait for her everyday also and they would play and talk. This lasted for a couple of years and it wasn't until she was a bit older that she realized it was a God she'd been talking to the entire time. However, she did not feel afraid of him and when she brought up the notion that she'd realized what he was, he only smiled at her and asked if she was afraid and what she thought.

Kilia told him that she wasn't scared and that she thought he was a really nice person. It was then that Cryio told her that there were not many God's and Goddesses like him and that he wished that there were. He told her that the others had a misunderstanding about the human population and most especially about the Seers and their Guardians. Cryio told Kilia that he hoped to see a day when the others would realize that they could live in peace, but there was sadness in his gaze as he told her this. Kilia didn't realize it then, and won't for quite some time, but the reason for his sadness was because he knew that it would be a very long time before the others realized that they did not need to continually seek for power.

Kilia never got the chance to ask him in later years why the Gods and Goddess went after the humans for power. She is not sure what happened to Cyrio, but one day when she'd turned twelve, he was no where to be found in the forest. Kilia grew very sad for a long period and still to this day is sad about her loss of a dear friend. She has never once told her mother or the other families that she met a God and befriended them for fear of what they might tell her or the punishments she might receive for such an act which had always been feverently discouraged while growing up.

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So begins...

Kilia Yve Linovahle's Story

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Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus Character Portrait: Jonathan Robert "Robin" Grey
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#, as written by Siryn
Kilia, Johnathan, Tristan, Rethyn


Yve flicked on the blinker, turning onto a secluded road, the headlights of the vehicle flashing across the empty road before them. There were no other houses down the street that soon turned to gravel. Kilia looked out the window with wide eyes. She was searching for the house she knew to be there. She'd only been to the Belvedere home once when she was younger, around ten or so. The families didn't really keep in contact all that much unless dire things were happening, as it was right then. Her mother had long since grown quiet, meaning that the woman was in deep thought.

As she pulled the car up into the driveway, the light flashing across the outer exterior of the house, Kilia couldn't help but feel a bit of tightness in her chest. Opening the door once the car was parked, she followed her mother to the front door. Yve reached up and rang the doorbell twice then proceeded to knock on the wooden door three times. Kilia looked around. She didn't see any other vehicles in the large driveway, and the house seemed fairly quiet. From where they were at, she couldn't see any lights, of course if she remembered correctly the rooms and such were located on the other side whereas the front was mostly for the living room, dining room and the loft area that she remembered playing at with another boy and two girls.

Yve frowned as she stood waiting at the door. When nothing happened, she rang the bell again, a sigh escaping her lips, "Come on Alauric..." she muttered.

"Maybe they're not here?" Kilia offered. Her mother only gave her a side glance, "Should we come back tomorrow?"

"No. We'll wait for them. This is too important."

Jonathan pulled up close behind them on the Silver flame, turning off the motorbike's engine once he came to a complete stop. Jonathan stretched his arms after parking. "That was a heck of an hour." He muttered as he got off.

"Speak for yourself." Damian muttered. The ghost worn out from riding his horse alongside Damian. The Grey Knight hopped off his horse and Followed Jonathan as he moved to the group. "What is this place?"

"So, this is another Seer's place?" Jonathan asked.

The door creaked open slightly, a girl about 12 stood there, her red hair in braids. She looked at the tall lady and the girl before opening the door a little more. She scrutched her face as if trying to remember something. "Leila," anothers voice was behind the girl. "Why did you open the door, you know..." this time the voice was even younger sounding. Aria looked at the two standing there, going slightly pale. "I am sorry miss..." Aria stopped unsure on how to pronounce the last name of the lady standing there. She continued without it though, "My father isn't here, and my older sisters are tending to my brother...he was hurt...um...I mean possessed." Leila was tapping on Aria's shoulder trying to get her attention. "Wait..." Aria hissed, "I mean what," as she turned to the other. Leila signed something to her, "Yes, yes I was getting there, maybe you would like to try." Leila narrowed her eyes at her sister for a second, knowing she said that to be hurtful. "I am sorry, please come in."

Yve turned to the door as it opened up finally. Her gaze fell down to the girl that opened it. Kilia watched as well, her eyes lighting up with a bit of recognition. She remembered the red hair for sure, except the girl standing there now had been much much smaller last she remembered. Then another girl appeared and the two stood in the doorway while the younger one starting talking to Yve. Kilia felt her heart jump a bit as they mentioned that their brother was hurt.

"Where-"

Yve stopped her and let the girls finish, "Thank you," the taller woman said and came into the house as they were invited in, "I'm sorry to come so late to your home," Yve said, her voice a bit more tender than usual. Her mother always had a soft spot for little kids, especially cute girls. Kilia laughed a little bit to herself so the woman wouldn't hear her, "Where is your brother? Kilia can help," her mother looked over her shoulder, giving a stern look to say that Kilia was going to have to make sure she did it right.

"I can help! Take me to him!" Kilia said eagerly, happy that her mother had relented for her to go help.

Jonathan watched the scene as his eyebrows shot up in surprise of Mrs. Linovahle's speaking to the younger children. She sounded a lot more gentle and soft then what he normally heard from her. He watched on, almost utterly flabbergasted as he watched the two younger kids explain where their father was and that apparently, their brother, obviously this Generation's seer, was recovering from his possession. He snapped back out of it to follow the others into the house, and of course, Damian followed as well.

Jonathan took in the sight of the house before looking at Kilia and her mother spoke with the children about the recovering brother. Shrugging to himself he didn't know what use he'd be at that moment.

After hearing that Kilia could help her brother, it was Leila who without thinking grabbed the girls hand to led her where the others were. Aria was left standing there and didn't realize that she was alone with the other two. Her eyes got a little wide. Finally a thought must have crossed her mind, and she squeaked, "Kitchen...I mean would you like to wait in the kitchen," she asked.

Yve smiled warmly at the young girl and nodded her head as she answered, "Yes, that would be just fine. My daughter shouldn't be too long and you're brother will be as good as new again."

Kilia was startled as the girl grabbed her hand and started dragging her towards where her brother was. It wasn't far, they entered the hall and almost immediately the girl reached up and opened the door to a room. Kilia entered right behind her -not really having a choice- and spotted the red haired boy up on his bed, eyes closed and the other sisters tending to him. There was another boy there as well. He had a mask on over his face. Kilia thought it a bit strange, but didn't comment as her priority was the brother. The red haired girl named Leila released her hand and went to her brother. Kilia followed and leaned over the bed to take in his condition.

Rethyn glanced at Kilia as he did so he caught a quick look of judgment. In response he did his best to keep his face blank as he moved a bit more out of the way. If he had it his way right now he'd just be a part of the room and payed no attention. Breaking his glance from Kilia, Rethyn stared back at his seer. Under his mask he frowned a little as he felt his inner drive a little dissapointed. It was the same drive as he had before and it was all that was keeping him from hiding from the others. Tristan's safety was now his only reason to still be breathing.

It was hard to tell, but there was a bit of blood just under his nose which alarmed her. Opening her magic system, her fingers shook a bit as she tried to calm herself and think properly. He was still breathing, so that much was settling, though for how long she wasn't sure. Stop it! she chided herself. Can't think of the worst thing possible right off the bat, jeez. Her fingers moved a bit slowly as she worked out the spell, pausing several times to make sure it was right. Finally, after a few minutes, she dragged it off the tablet and let it go over his prone form. The room lit up in a brilliant gold color and the spell covered him, glowing brightly where he was injured.

Kilia hissed in a deep breath as she watched the amount of glowing areas over his body. Mostly they were broken ribs, a few fractures and internal tissue damage. What could have done this? she thought to herself as she started working on her tablet. First, she would repair the tissue damage, that was probably the worst part of his injuries. She set to work again, preparing the spell on her magic system. Grinding her teeth a bit, she was slightly frustrated with the fact that she was so slow at performing her healing spells. Ten minutes later and she dragged that spell off and dropped it over his body. The room glowed a light green color as the magic swirled around him. As that healed his internal tissues that had been damaged, Kilia moved back to her tablet and worked on a spell for his ribcage.

This one too, longer and she wasn't finished even after the last spell faded away. She was sweating slightly as she worked,concentrating on the spells form, the way it was constructed and the elements that she needed to incorporate to get it to work just right. After all, the last thing she wanted was to make it worse, or hurt him. Kilia hesitated once more as she stared at her spell. Taking a deep breath, she glanced down at the boy. HEaling cuts and bruises was so much easier. All it consisted of was pulling together skin and repairing blood vessels. Bones were so much harder for her.

Watching the healer work brought interest to Rethyn's eyes. It was always good to see someone's own form of magic. Besides, in watching her work he was able to avoid the eye contact of others.

"This might hurt him.... I really hope it doesnt though," she said softly. She knew for sure she wasnt going to make it worse -hopefully- and dragged it off the tablet. Letting it go, the room glowed green yet again and Kilia held her breath.

Jonathan decided to head to where Kilia was going so that she wouldn't strain herself or harm herself in anyway. Or then Yve would really be on his behind. He walked to where she was and watched her heal the unconcious young man. He eyed the Older two sisters watching Kilia at work trying to read what their personalities were.

Julianna was really worried about her brother's condition, there really wasn't much she could do for him, other then give him something for the pain. She had already contacted her father to let him know what happened. She had been watching him calmly, trying to think postively about the situation. She was startled by the appearance of Leila and another girl. She looked at her closely as if trying to remember who she was, when Leila signed the girls name (probably spelling it wrong) to her.

Julianna remember the other from her visit from before, "Oh dear...," she suddenly whispered, "that means Aria is alone with Ms. Linovahle. And I am sure we all don't need to be in here." She grabbed Francine but left Leila as the girl gave her a look that meant she wasn't going anywhwere. The two passed by a boy, almost bumping into him as he entered the room. They went to the kitchen to find how things were going in there.

Tristan having been given a very strong painkiller, was almost completely numb. He hardly felt the first round of healing. However as the second spell washed over him, he groaned again, a pained expression on his face. He grabbed onto his covers looking for something to hold onto as the spell worked on his injuries.

Kilia gasped as she watched the boy react to her magic. Dropping down next to him, she took his hand that was gripping the sheets tightly, "I'm sorry I'm sorry!" she cried, freaking out just a little bit, "It'll be over soon I promise!" she wasn't entirely sure if he could hear her or not, but she still couldnt help to call out to him. Her fingers tightened over his hand. The green glow lasted a bit longer than the last one as it was his bones the magic was fixing this time instead of skin. Finally it faded away and Kilia let out a huge breath of relief.

"Hey," she called gently, "You okay? Anything still hurt?" she hoped that he was alright and not further injured.

Tristan opened his eyes finally, blinking once and trying to focus on the voice and the girl. "Pinky...," he mumbled. He grinned slightly, "Kilia, is that you," he asked. He felt sore, and very tired but still better than before.

"Pinky?" Jonathan said in surprise. "Seems like someone had a childhood nickname didn't she?"

Kilia's face flooded a deep red. She squeaked as she sat there on her knees, "Tr-Tristan!!! W-why!? D-don't say that! Im not.... a little girl anymore!" her voice was a bit too high pitched as she tried to dismiss the nickname that he'd given her when they were younger. Her face was so red, almost like a ripened tomato and not just her cheeks either. Her wide gaze kept flicking between Tristan and Robin as she tried to stutter a plea, "You... You... I cant believe you remembered that!"

His grinning continued as he said, "Sorry," one really couldn't tell if he was or not. He looked around the room at the others. First at his sister, who he could tell was laughing in her own way. She got this bright look in her eyes that conveyed her happiest, then it was to the other boy that spoke. He didn't say anything not really in the mindset to ask any questions. Lastly it was the masked boy in the room, again the look he gave him could have spoken volumes. As he would probably never be able to say what he wanted to the other.

"Thanks," was his finally word as he drifted off again

A little grin played at the tips of Rethyn's lips as he was not sure to take that as sarcasm for the breaking of the ribs, or as thanks for ripping a goddness from his body. Whichever way he meant still brought a warmness to Rethyn as he felt triumphant in his sucess of defending Tristan.

Kilia's breath released as she gave a sigh of relief. Tristan was alright, and though he fell back asleep she knew he wasnt hurting anymore. Bending forward, she rested her head on the bed for a moment before standing up and looking at Robin then to the boy with the mask, "If anything happens, let us know. Oh, I'm Kilia by the way," she said offering her name to the boy, "Come on Robin, lets go tell Mother that he's fine now. I'm sure his sister's will want to know too," she said and headed for the door.

Rethyn felt a little anxiety as he was now in sight of everyone in the house pratically. He knew he had to take responsiblilty and not hide from everyone now, but it was so difficult for him. Sure he got a few okay glances from some of the people like Grayson, but some of the others looked at him strangely. For a moment he didn't even seem to notice Kilia speaking to him as he had to leave his inner thoughts for a moment to reply to her. "I will. And, my name is Rethyn." As they headed for the door Rethyn started to break deeply as he tried to relax himself. He really was hoping he wasn't going to have to deal with the girl who had called him a pervert.

"Alright." Jonathan said as he walked to follow her. He wondered what all that fit about childhood stuff was about as he followed her back up to the area they left Yve in. Damian however was lounging in one of the couches.

"Hey Robin!" Damian shouted, "Come relax over here! Hopefully the adults get here! But in the meantime..." Damian was moving towards Jonathan and was about to push him into Kilia. One big glare from Jonathan was enough to make him back down.


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Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus Character Portrait: Peter O'Cyrus Character Portrait: Jonathan Robert "Robin" Grey
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The front door of the Belvedere house opened not more than twenty minutes later. As Alauric, who had only relinquished Soran to Grayson on the ride home, carried the boy into the house. He had recognized the car out front, and even if he was surprised, something told him that it was important. He heard conversation in the kitchen, “Grayson, welcome our guest, please apologize for my delay, I will explain it to her momentarily.”

He headed down the hallway to the guest room where Soran had already been, and laid the boy down. Most of the bleeding had been stopped by Grayson, as he had some healing spells present in his index of talents. The cut still looked slightly nasty and probably needed better tending


Peter was driving close behind and stopped and jumped out the moment he parked to follow Alauric and Grayson. "He's gonna be okay, right??" He asked carefully.

"Yes, he is going to fine," Grayson answered him, "Peter why don't you go rest, unless you wish to join the rest of us in the kitchen. We have some important guests."


"And you think due to my outburst at that Idiot Derrik you don't want me scaring people. Is that it?" Peter asked sincerely.

Grayson looked at the boy and smiled, "I don't think that, we all lose our temper at one point or another. You were protecting your seer."


"That Leo guy is an arsehole. Why that man thinks he's a responsible Father and a Seer I do not know." Peter said whilst rolling his eyes.Grayson looked down, "Peter I will let that slide, but personally opinions about other seer's families is not polite conversation. Especially since that is who our guest is, so can I ask you to keep it to yourself if anything."

"Oh, oops...I'm sorry." Peter stated and almost felt like a fool for actually saying that critique out loud. "I just don't get Mr. Reigailia's Methods in training the next generation, did he get that training when he became Seer?"

Alauric was the one who answered him, "Leo is not the seer in that family, Ms. Reigalia is." Alauric had come from Tristan's room after checking on his son. He got the full report from Lelia who had been still sitting in there and probably wouldn't leave for the rest of the night.

"What??!" Peter said in surprise almost completely flabbergasted for the first time in all his life. "My mistake..."

"Okay no more questions, we have guests." Alauric said as he finally headed toward the kitchen. Once he entered, he pondered the people in there before annoucing himself, and all he could think was what a strange assortment they were. "Yve," he finally said to gain everyone's attention, "this is a surprise. I hope my daughters are behaving themselves."

Yve turned to the noise, her warm smile fading immediately and changing to that of strict business, "Alauric. Your daughters are always well behaved, I promise. Surely you know why Im here," she paused as her gaze dropped to his clothes, "Are you injured, Alauric? Theres blood..." As she said this, Kilia entered the room behind them and stopped in the doorway.

"Blood?" she asked in a slightly alarmed tone. Yve waved at her daughter to come to her side, which the young Seer did so.

"Umm, Someone is is injured and that'd be My Seer." Peter said as he almost tripped over himself from his initial shock of Soran's Gentle Mother being the True Seer. "His Brother did...well.." Jonathan, who was behind Kilia raised any eyebrow at him.

"What the heck is wrong with this Fellow Irishman?" Damian said only to receive a subtle punch to the gut from Jonathan as a signal to not annoy him.

Grayson again was shaking his head at Peter, so much for keeping his thoughts to himself, "Forgive my appearance," Alauric continued after the interruption, "Its not my blood and it does belong to another seer. However that can be discussed later, I do know why you are here Yve, would you like to discuss this in a more private setting," he asked

Yve nodded, her and snaking up to squeeze her daughters shoulder lightly, "Yes, that would be appreciated. The Seer. Where are they? She cannot heal again for a while, probably until morning at the earliest, but she can at least tend to the boy's Seer while we talk. She did, after all, just heal your son. Speaking of, is he alright?"

Kilia nodded, "Yes, he's fine now, sleeping," she answered though she was slightly confused as she looked between Yve and Alauric. She wanted to listen to their conversation, but knew better than to ask.

Alauric looked at Peter, "Peter can take her to the guestroom, please let us know if there is anything you need Kilia, and thank you for what you did for my son."

Kilia blushed faintly and only nodded at Alauric, unable to find any words to answer him. Yve gave her a gentle push as she moved to follow Alauric to another part of the house.

Peter nodded at the young lady. "She's attractive, but it seems she's taken." he thought to himself looking at Jonathan. "He on the other hand seems familiar, did I see him on a newspaper before?" Peter didn't dwell on his thoughts as checking on Soran was the only thing on his mind as he walked to the stairs and then to Soran's Room.

Jonathan followed Peter, gesturing for Kilia to follow, whilst Damian decided to Eavesdrop. No trouble with that. He's already dead!! "They cannot see or hear me! So ha!"

She moved after the two boys and quickly followed them to the room that was up the stairs. She wondered exactly how bad it was since blood had been on Alaurics clothes. As the door opened to allow them entrance and her gaze settled on the blonde Seer, she gave a loud gasp and shot right past both Robin and the other Guardian. Her fingers went to his face, feeling his skin was burning hot. Whirling to both of them she yelled, "Water! Cold water, and cloths, a lot of them...."

Jonathan nodded and ran straight for the Kitchen to get the Items requested. "Yes Kilia, right away!" He hurried to the kitchen to get what she needed. Peter on the other hand was looking at Soran's state and almost couldn't stomach it as flashes of when he saw his father dead from a bullet wound to the head came to mind and he walked out to the hall and leaned on the wall as he fell to the ground in a sitting position he just quietly buried his face into his knees.

Then, as long as he knew no one was around, he let himself cry a few tears. Even a bright personality like him needed to let out some of his sadness every once in awhile. He hardly noticed Jonathan passing by him with the Items Kilia told him to bring.

"Does he have a fever Kilia?" Jonathan asked her In a serious tone. He wanted to help her in anyway he could. He was her Guardian after all.

"Yes," she answered as she dipped the cloth in the water and wrung it out just enough to not soak his head. Placing it over his forehead, she took another cloth and let it soak in the water. Shaking her head a bit, she was tempted to force her magic system, but knew her mother would scold her, not to mention the results probably wouldnt be desirable anyway. She would have to wait. His shirt was a wreck, non-existant really. Sitting up on the side of the bed, she touched the shirt breifly before deciding that it wasnt going to be saved. With a swipe of her hand she opened the magic system and created a very simple pair of scissors. She started cutting the shirt in pieces so she could remove it. With a sigh she reached over and took the wet cloth.

When the wounds were cleaned up enough she frowned, "Hey, Robin. Do you have tweasers or anything? Theres... glass, I think. Poor boy... Cant it be morning yet?" she muttered the last part to heself.

Jonathan assessed the injuries on the boy when Kilia said glass. "Huh, some form of glass, probably a window or a Glass Vase, of the expensive kind by what I can, tell, I need a closer look." Peter turned to the backpack he kept on him, despite being empty of clothes, he had several other useful things too. "Tweezers tweezers, ah, here we are."

Jonathan pulled out a pair of tweezers. "How many shards are we looking at here?" He asked in utter curiosity as he handed them to her. "Let's not make his nose turn red." He said to try and ease the tension off of the situation.

"I... I don't know," Kilia answered him as she leaned forward. Taking the tweasers she got to work, slowly and carefully. The young Seer was relieved that he was unconscious, but at the same time very worried about his condition. He was definitely battered and bruised. This will be a long night... she thought to herself as she worked.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Soran Feliy Reigailia Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus Character Portrait: Peter O'Cyrus Character Portrait: Jonathan Robert "Robin" Grey
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Alauric led Yve to the study, thankful that it at least wasn't in total ruin after the attack the other night. After she entered, he would close the door, "Its about the other seer," he said as he sat on the couch instead of going to his desk. He was tired and rather be a comfortable then serious. His books were though stranding in various places as he had left them there from earlier.

Yve followed behind him. As he closed the door behind them, he mentioned the Seer that was on her mind. With a slight nod of her head, she crossed her arms as she leaned against the back of one of the chairs, "Yes. Somethings not right, Alauric. That Seer shouldn't even be here. Whats worse is that they've seemingly been possessed by something and its coming towards us. The destruction this Seer has wrought makes me fearful. Either that is a very vengeful God possessing her, or its a very powerful God. The longer that possession lingers on, the harder its going to be to remove the God without killing the Seer."

Alauric listened to her, acknowledging her words. "I fear the very same thing," he said in agreement. "I haven't really been able to find any explanations for any of these occurrences. So you have plan, I take it," he asked curious of her ideas on the matter.

Yve gave him a small grin, her index finger tapping her arm gently as she looked up at him, "You wont like what I have in mind. Honestly, there's only one thing we can do, though. Im going after this Seer. If we let them rampage as they have any longer, we'll all be in trouble."

Alauric narrowed his eyes slightly, "You think we ought to let the kids fight," it was the worse thing he could think of, "without having been trained, without knowing their full potential." Alauric shook his head, "And now at the worst possible moment, when two are injured."

Little did the current people discussing the subject realize was that the Grey Knight was listening on their conversation and was actually on Alauric's side. Jonathan needed a Challenge for Pete's sake!!! But the other thing on his mind was this. "Sit and Spin!" The Ghost shouted as he swiveled in the desk chair.

"You miss understand, Alauric," she said, shaking her head, "I don't want them anywhere near this problem. I'm going after it. Myself and my Guardian. I wish to stop this Seer before they reach our vicinity. If its a vengeful or powerful God -or forbid it- both, they'll want to get rid of any obsticals. That includes our newest Seers, or worse yet, turn them into puppets on strings."
Alauric blinked and for a minute didn't say anything it was like he was processing her words slowly. "And you want my help," he said finally. He understood what she said, but then again he was thinking about who would protect the newest seers if the worst happened.

Damian was still "swiveling" in the chair listening to the Conversation. "If only these guys can hear me..This is a perfect opportunity For my Jonathan!"

Yve looked down, a small smile on her lips, "No. The best help you can give me is to look after them. I know we havent always seen eye to eye Alauric, but I trust you, I always have. Far more than someone else we both know. In anycase. Your home is safest for them. Your Guardian is strong as are you. I cant think of a better place. I leave after we are done here. Would you do me a favor? For old times sake?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

Alauric really wanted to say that he couldn't let her do this by herself, but he knew there was no arguing with the woman. "Anything," he responded

"Don't tell her. Not right away, anyway. Besides, if all goes as planned, Ill be back in a few days or so," with a sigh she pushed off the chair and stood, "If not... well. She likes peaches, and she stays up late at night. Shes terrible at her magic system, maybe you can do something about that. Her healing is good though, but it takes several hours to reset, so be sure she doesn't push it. Oh and shes clumsy, she always has been," Yve rambled a bit. She stopped and looked up at the ceiling for a long while, "Take care of her, would you?"

Alauric stood as Yve said those words, his own heart breaking a little. He went and stood next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "I will take care of her, like she was one of my own, you take care of yourself."

A soft laugh fell from her as she took a deep breath. Nonchalantly, she reached up and brushed the edges of her eyes before looking up to him, "You should know by now. Ill be just fine," she walked to the door of the study, "See you." she said and slipped out quietly.

Damian had a look of Sadness about him, he slowly slunk away from the office glumly, wanting to not bring up mental images of his life. He wanted to tell Jonathan, but he had a feeling if he did, Jonathan would make the same mistakes he did. So he just plopped onto a couch in the lounge.

Alauric sighed as she left the room, and pondered both of the woman he had dealings with that day and couldn't help but think about how lucky that there were seers like those two out there. Grayson entered, "Alauric," but the seer shook his head. He wasn't in the mood even to talk to the guardian. Grayson nodded and left the room.

"One thing's for sure," he mumbled to himself, "Its going to get really crazy in this house."

Following Day

Kilia had fallen alseep, on her stomach, almost literally in the middle of the floor of the living room. She had been so tired after working on cleaning up the blonde boys injuries that when she left his room, she didnt even think to find a bed to sleep in. Actually, shed started up on the couch, but at some point had completely rolled off onto the floor and without a break in her deep slumber either. Had anyone been near her, they would hear the slight, bunny like snore that came from her as she lay sprawled on the floor.

Peter had almost literally cried himself to sleep. He was there sleeping with his back to the wall, his face smack on top of his knees, feet sticking out like sore thumbs. He couldn't help his sorry position. But if anything was gonna wake him up. It'll be purely accidental if anyone did the deed by stepping on his feet.

Jonathan, was in his meditating position and is doing his morning rituals. "The Star in the Sky has seven points of light. Verily we seek the virtues in each point for the better of mind, heart and soul. All were born in light, yet choose to go on either path. May many favor roads travel by few in this new day." sighing he stood up and wondered to himself about breakfast.

Routines in the house were going to have to be rearranged, however Grayson was up before dawn, despite having a few hours sleep. He had to make a mental list of things that needed to be accomplished. He was pondering the food situation as well, like would they have enough. It would probably be the first task he had to do. However today's breakfast was going to be simple
Alauric was also up in his study, trying to get some business done. He wanted certain things in order, for any unlikely reason.

Of all the sisters only Julianna was awake so far, she had gotten up do some exercises in one of the practices rooms. She wanted to check on her brother and the other person having seen Kilia sprawled on the living room floor though made her giggle. She looked in on her brother first, Leila was still there, having gotten in the bed with her brother at some point and was snuggled up against him. It was a good sign, because that meant he felt better, she closed the door and was on her way to the other door when she suddenly tripped and fell.

"What the hell," she said as she turned and saw Peter there.

Peter groaned and wiped his tear stained eyes whilst smacking his lips before opening his eyes. "What happened, who hit me..." He muttered slightly half asleep from whoever tripped over him. He looked around for whoever tripped over him so he could give an apology before seeing a flash of red hair. "Oh, Top o' The mornin." He said groggily.

"Top o' the mornin," she repeated like she couldn't believe he said that, "Who the hell sleeps in the middle of the hallway with their legs out so people can trip over them."

Peter looked at the girl confused. "Hallway...?" He rubbed his eyes and realized and he checked his eyes and gasps. "Don't look at me! I wasn't crying, or skulking like a pitiful Gingerbread Man who got his legs bit off!"

She gave him a 'what the hell look' "I don't care what you were doing...and I wasn't hated that version of the Gingerbread Man...um, just why were you doing it here is the question."

"My Seer is in past the door I'm next to. I did a number on the Lad who did it to him...punched him in his family and then his nose. Then I scared the idiot by dumping a bucket of tomato Juice on him and told him it was blood...hehehe and that the Dullahan was comin for him." Peter said with a half chuckle. "I could've done more to the fiend..."

Julianna just sat there pondering the other her first thought being that this house didn't need anymore weirdos. "You didn't actually answer my question," she said, "well I guess maybe you sort of did." She sighed, "Can you just sleep in bed like a normal person the next time. And I am glad someone got to take a little revenge on the person who did that to him."

Peter eyed the young woman oddly. "Right. Yeah, next time I won't be crying myself to sleep..." Peter muttered to himself. "But now that I'm fully awake I want to take a few punches of leftover aggression out on a trainin dummy...they're easy to help bash aggression out."

"True," she agreed, "that they are." She finally stood and made sure she didn't hurt herself in the fall, rug burns were the worst. "Upstairs, all the equipments already there." she said as she stood there for a second longer.

Peter smiled as he got up and stretched his legs and dusted the seat of his pants and walked towards the stairs to go up and to the training room. "Thanks Lass."

She shook her head slightly and continued to the others seers room. Her only intention was to peek in the door and go downstairs to help with breakfast.

Rethyn froze. There she was in the middle of the hallway. Taking in a worried breath he started again to walk down the hallway. He was just hoping she wasn't going to say anything as he would pass by. Reaching up to his head, Rethyn ajusted his hood a little by pulling it more up. It made him feel a little better.

"Better than what I expected." Rethyn thought to himself with relief. He was under the expression she'd knock him through a wall.

Jonathan walked down to the living room to check on Kilia. She had been sleeping in here after helping the other seer and he wanted to ensure she was alright. He looked at the way she slept and silently chuckled to himself. "Cute, very cute." He said to himself. He then walked over to her and knelt next to her and poked her on the shoulder. "Hey, sleepy head. Time for breakfast."

Her dream was about glorious rolling hills, a plate full of peaches and a motobike. Why the motobike was there she wasnt sure, but she had to touch it. That had been her goal for what seemed like hours. She ran to the shiny black vehicle, but never could reach it. Then, just as she was about to touch it, something hit her shoulder and she fell over. Highly disappointed, she got up and tried again. Outside of her dream, though, she muttered something incoherently and shifted ever so slightly.

Jonathan smiled and leaned to her ear and whispered. "Hey, Pinky, come on, it's morning." He said it very soft and sweet, to see if that caught her attention.

With a start, Kilia snapped awake. The only problem was, she sat straight up. The top of her head collided with something and she squeaked very loudly as her hands came up and clenched the top of her head, "Oow! Ow!" she moaned. Rocking back and forth she looked up at him, "Robin!!"

"Owch!!" He said whilst laughing and rubbing his head. "Well that woke ya up, I would've done something else otherwise." He chuckled as he said that.

"D-d-dont call me Pinky!!" She said, her face turning a brilliant pink color, which only defeated her claim, "T-thats forbidden! Off limits! No more! No... wait...." she paused, having finally registered the rest of what he said. Her face turned even more pink, or rather a nice shade of scarlet as her eyes widened, "S-something else?" her voice squeaked again. She couldn't contain it, with a sharp cry she quickly stood up and threw a pillow at him, "Robin!!" was all she could think to yell. As only one such as her self could possibly manage, Kilia suddenly switched gears with a gasp, "Oh my god! The other Seer!" She moaned to herself and clenched her hair tightly, "How could I have forgotten! Robin! Why didnt you wake me up!" she yelled as she ran about the living room before finally locating the Kitchen area. Grabbing a bowl and more cloths she began filling the bowl to go back to the boys room.

"Well I would've told ya we gotta do that if ya didn't throw a pillow at me..." He muttered as he got up and threw the pillow at the laughing Damian And quickly followed her.

"Typical lad got unaware of what he truly meant!" the Grey Knight said with a laugh in his heart.

All the noise in the house finally woke up Tristan, "That is all I need...one more girl." A tug on his arm told him he wasn't alone. Leila was signing so fast it got to be a little to much..."Hold on, slow down, I still feel like I got hit by a ton of bricks." She smiled, and began again, "Yeah I remember that part, Kilia healed me." Yet after hearing Tristan's nickname, she signed Pinky instead, well at least she could get away with it. Her next signs stopped his heart for a second. He didn't respond to her, but slipped from his bed, wincing slightly. He needed to see if it was true. Leila watched him go, yawning slightly and curled back into his bed, falling asleep again soon after.

He opened his door and looked out to see if anyone was in the hallway, pretty sure he would be scolded by someone for being up. He walked slowly to the guest room, but for a second was to nervous to even open the door.

"Tristan!" Kilia called as she came up behind him, "What are you doing? You shouldnt be up, you should be resting," she said though she wasnt truly scolding him like she normally would because she was far too worried about the blonde on the otherside of the door. Slipped up next to him, she reached out and opened the door so she could get inside. If it was one thing, being small like herself, she could easily move around other people. Without looking behind her, she went straight to the bed where the blonde was laying. The night before, shed been so tired that she hadnt cleaned up anything she had used. The bowl of red water still sat, the bowl with glass shards in it was right next to that and bloody bandages were in a pile. Kneeling down next to him, she removed the old cloth from his head and put a knew one. Standing up, she swiped open her magic system to perform the same spell she had used on Tristan to see all of his injuries.

Jonathan was rushing up the stairs to follow Kilia and make sure she was alright and ready to pull off another healing spell. He then headed directly through the open door with the boy Kilia healed earlier. "What are you doing up??" He asked as he was about to speed into the doorway.

Tristan didn't really want to answer either one of them, "I'm up just deal with it," now his attention was on the blond seer in the bed. He moved aside so Jonathan could enter.

Jonathan stops himself when he gets into the bedroom as he then went for the bowl of glass shards. "I wanna know what exactly this Glass was before it got onto the poor fella." He said to Kilia as he watched her prepare to use the Magic System.
Kilia shook her head a bit, "Doesnt matter to me, Robin. As long as there isnt anymore. I dont understand how he ended up like this to begin with," she muttered as she worked on the spell, "It wasnt a possession... was it?"

"According to What I heard from his Guardian, his own Brother attacked him." Jonathan replied as he examined a shard. "Huh, it was definitely a perfectly good crafted vase..." He then mumbled to himself about who would smash a perfectly good Vase.

Tristan looked like he was in shock hearing the other two talk. His own brother attacked him. He couldn't stand it anymore, as he finally walked into the room and sat in a chair that wasn't being used. He remained silent waiting on the two to leave

Rethyn had seemed to give his seer some space as the masked boy begun to almost patrol the house. Occasionally he'd come back just to find Tristan then run off again as quickly as he had showed up. He felt himself to be of more use this way anyways. Nobody would want to talk to him anyway.

Kilia finally finished the spell and dragged it off the pad. The blonde Seers entire frame glowed yellow. The majority of his body that was brighter than the rest was his chest where the obvious wounds were. There were bruises all along his ribs and face too though. With a sigh of relief, Kilia noted that nothing was broken, "Good," she said to herself and started on her next spell. Starting with the bruises, it took her about five minutes to create the spell and she dropped it over him. His body glowed green as his bruises began to heal. Kilia didn't wait for it to finish before starting the next spell though. The deep gashes were going to need a larger spell. Shaking her head she sighed, "Those are going to scar probably... I wish I could do more for that though. They're too deep," she dragged her fingers across the tablet, drawing out the spell. The green glow from her last cast slowly faded.

It took her a while, but she finally finished the spell and let it go over him. The wounds closed up slowly, leaving only small, jagged scars and a bit of red that stained his skin. With a sigh, Kilia leaned over for a moment. Reaching out, she brushed her her hand over his forehead after removing the cloth. The blonde stirred slightly at her touch. She smiled at him as he cracked open his eyes a bit, "Hey. Out of the woods now. Take it easy, no moving around, unlike someone," she said with a frown as she looked over to Tristan.

Tristan glanced up slightly but otherwise didn't say anything. He was trying not to show her any emotion that would make her worry anymore then she already did.

"Alright, come on Robin," she said, tugging at his arm, "Breakfast is calling and these two are hungry Im sure. Stay here, no one leave, Ill bring you food when its done," she ordered as she left the room with Robin in tow.

"Yes Kilia-whoa!" Jonathan felt himself being almost dragged down the stairs with her. He almost chuckled at her. "Alright let go you before you accidentally bruise my arm." he spoke with playful sarcasm at her.

"Flirt with her Sweet robin.....do it." Damian said as he spotted the two pass him, only to recieve a kick from Jonathan as he passed. "Ow!!! You stupid little ungrateful descendant! I want you to replace me but I also want you to continue the bloodline....."
Jonathan rolled his eyes as he let Kilia drag him the rest of the way.

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It was late evening and one of the bigger training rooms had been set up for this running of this experiment. Everyone that was present was given specific instructions to stay behind the aura barrier that had been set up at one end. It was another precaution, even though there had been a long list of other things that could be done first. Alauric stood in the middle of the room, Tristan sat in one corner and Grayson in the other. “Does anyone need to go to the bathroom first,” Alauric stated, being a father and trying to get rid of some of the tension in the room.

Kilia giggled, despite her nerves being all over the place. She was curious as to what they were going to do, though they'd been given an idea already. Still, she was nervous. Did she really want to watch? Was it even going to work? Unsure about so many things, she curled her fingers together tightly as she eyed the three of them. Her skin tingled as goosebumps ran all along her small frame. They hadn't even started the massive spell yet and she was already washed over by the thought of how much power it was going to take.

Next to her was the blonde Seer whose name she learned was Soran. He was eagerly watching as well. The boy had been extremely interested in the overall make up of the spell they were about to perform. Perhaps he enjoyed that sort of stuff, the complexity and everything. She couldn't even fathom. Just thinking about making something like this was giving her a headache. Soran laughed at what Alauric said. It seemed to help the tensions in the room for sure.

"It's alright, Alauric, I think we're good to go," he said, still smiling sweetly.

Rethyn glanced around. Standing against the wall he placed his hands into his pockets as he seemed deep in thought. Occasionally he'd glance back over to his seer before looking forward again. Feeling a slight itch under his mask, Rethyn slid a finger under to scratch it. Hopefully this night he'd get a chance to wash it.

Alauric turned to his son and guardian and nodded for them to begin.

The lights went off in the room and the only visible light was coming in through the window. Tristan was nervous, but since it was dark and no one see, he had his eyes on Soran for a second before opening up his magic system and selecting the spell. What appeared before the others looked like a physical map of the area. "Grayson," Tristan voice had a question in it. Grayson was sitting there silently concentrating, his spell had already been cast. Suddenly lights started to appear on the map, and Alauric stepped forward to see it. "The northern quadrant, I think something massive is up there." Tristan nodded and wasn't working his spell again. Everyone would feel like they went on a physical zoom in on the area. Suddenly it looked like Alauric was standing in the middle of a what use to be a house. "Zoom out," he ordered. Tristan nodded concentrating on the spell. It zoomed out to a bigger picture of complete and utter destruction, "Dear god," Alauric said underneath his breath.


Rethyn's eyes widened as the sheer destruction brought shock to the young man. Removing his hands from his pockets, Rethyn folded his arms over his chest as the image before him had very much so caught his attention. Forgetting about all of the others in the room, Rethyn said slowly through his mask. "Which god would perform such horrors upon that area?"

Soran took a sharp breath as the area they were seemingly a part of became not just the ruined house, but an entire area, town even if he could go so far as to say. It was destroyed.... utterly destroyed. His heart skipped a beat as he stared at the rubble that littered the entire place. It was smokey as well, off to the left and right there seemed to be fires still burning. His face paled, "This... this is recent," he said, his voice too sharp and too fearful for his own ears.

Kilia sat next to them all with her mouth opened in awe. Horror washed through her, making it so that she was unable to speak. She couldn't speak, couldnt find the words to express what she was thinking. All of her questions from the past few days of where her Mother was.... she was terrified if this was the answer. She hoped it wasn't. Kilia wasn't sure what she would do if... she swallowed dryly and forced those thoughts from her mind. With a slight cough, she seemed to clear her lungs and throat, "W-where.... where is this? Alauric?" Her voice shook slightly.

Absorbed in the image Rethyn seemed to have no problem replying to Soran's statement as he said in return. "You're right. Look at all of the smoke, that means the fires are still quite alive in the area." Glancing over to the blond Seer he gave him a nod of agreement before quietly looking back to the image.

Kilia sat next to them all with her mouth opened in awe. Horror washed through her, making it so that she was unable to speak. She couldnt speak, couldn't find the words to express what she was thinking. All of her questions from the past few days of where her Mother was.... she was terrified if this was the answer. She hoped it wasn't. Kilia wasn't sure what she would do if... she swallowed dryly and forced those thoughts from her mind. With a slight cough, she seemed to clear her lungs and throat, "W-where.... where is this? Alauric?" Her voice shook slightly.

Alauric glanced at Kilia, "Its near the city, but still a little ways away." He answered no use in hiding facts anymore. "This isn't the first place either," he said. "Grayson anyone in the vicinity."

Grayson hadn't opened his eyes, "They are coming, I can feel three...one is the possessed." He stopped trying to concentrate, "There is another in the area as well." Alauric slightly paled as he turned away from the group at the wall.

Gritting his teeth under his mask he didn't hold back as he asked Alauric. “Can you give me some of the names of these locations? I can scout ahead or something! There has to be survivors? Right?!” Rethyn even though he asked didn't want to know the answer to his own question.

Alauric turned to the guardian, "No," was his answer, leaving it at that. "We are not to interfere yet."

Rethyn felt anger and frustration as Alauric spoke. It took quite a bit of strength to hold back interrupting the man. "There are people out there dying!"

Alauric looked down, "I know that lad, but our last line of defense may be in this very room. All of you must remain safe, that is my responsibility. I made promises I intend to keep."

Kilia clenched her fingers in her lap, "Alauric..." she would have continued, questions bubbling up to the surface that died down immediately. Her eyes widened as the three that Grayson had said were there moved into their immediate sight. If she hadnt felt the wall behind her, or Soran or Robin next to her she would have thought she was right there with them. Even so, her heart pounded hard in her chest as she gazed upon them. Two were obviously Gods, their strange eye color made them stand out so much. The Gods stood on either side of a smaller woman with black hair and pale features. She looked so small, like Kilia was. Her eyes were cold, though, dark and terrifying to look into. A violet color that edged onto red. There was a glow, though, in those eyes that spoke volumes.

This God wasn't just any God or Goddess. This one... this one was different. Kilia choked on the air around her. The three stopped suddenly. The God on the left moved so quickly Kilia almost didn't see it. Dust and rock exploded outwards, making Kilia jump. Not only her, but Soran also. The air crackled, the after effects of a spell that was far too familiar to Kilia. The blue and white light faded out, followed by a brilliant flash of golden light. The pillar of fire roared to life and then faded out just as quickly as it came. The God that had moved stood right before the girl, unscathed and grinning at someone. Kilia turned just enough, slowly but not wanting to really see.

Dirty, dishevel, old stains of blood and tattered clothes draped the frame of Yve Linohvale. Kilia moved, her voice gasping into her chest, "Mother!"

Soran shot his arm out, keeping her against the wall that theyd been ordered to stay against. She ground her teeth.

"Let me go! I can help!" Rethyn roared. "You all can hold this line of defense without me! I'm not much use here! Please! Alauric!"

"What about Tristan! You would leave him? You idiot! You cant!" Soran countered, angry that the Guardian would even suggest going alone, "You'll get killed if you leave! Don't you see? That's a God right there!"

"Ya that daft lad?! You'll get your sorry arse killed on the spot!!" Peter shouted.

"SILENCE," Alauric shouted as loud as he could, "I will, so help me, throw you all out of this room and lock you in if you don't stop. You don't seem to understand...these gods are going to kill us all and everyone else in this city. We can't go jumping in without a plan, and you can't abandoned each other that is the most important.

Alauric lastly looked at Kilia, "She told me not to tell you...and I ask you to forgive me for that."

Jonathan wasn't reacting as he watched the scene. But one thing crossed his mind as he glared at the Ghost who was watching with him. Damian wasn't nervous like he usually is when it comes to entities, it was a look of I knew this would happen. Jonathan felt a small angered flame grow in his head. Jonathan wanted to hit him, and confront him... But he didn't want to miss a thing, but they both knew what would happen next. So it didn't matter if Jonathan stayed, but he'd have to get Kilia when he knew it was over and be there for her.

"You just don't get it." Rethyn spoke looking down. "You're going to have to lock me up if you can old man! I'm not going to allow those people to die. Tristan can handle himself just fine. He has all of you! Those people have nobody done there! And I'm so tired of hearing I am going to die! You don't think I know that?! I don't fear death!" Rethyn resisted the urge to rip his mask from his face to show them. He wanted to show them so they'd understand, but he feared they couldn't.

"Then is it life you fear Rethyn?" Was all Jonathan stated, almost trying hard to sound emotionless as he could. He couldn't believe the tension in the room. As soon as he knew what they were witnessing is over, he was gonna have a chat.

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Kilia and Group


"Tristan can you allow us to hear what is happening," Alauric suddenly asked, ignoring everything else. Tristan was trying not to get distracted nodded, "Yes," another spell was pulled from his magic system, and all of sudden everything could be heard but faintly. "Volume," Alauric said, suddenly everything went full blast for a second. "Fuck," a curse was heard in the corner, "sorry." The volume was adjusted again to a perfect level.

Fires crackled nearby. Kilia was too stunned by the outbursts and then the words that Alauric had told her. Her mother had left and he knew. He had known and though she'd asked many times, he didn’t tell her the truth. He didn’t tell her exactly what had happened that night they came to the house and the following morning her mother was gone. Her heart felt as if it were going to break into a million pieces. The sound, when Alauric asked for it, exploded through the room, making her wince and cover her ears for a moment. Next to her, Soran gave a soft sound as he too moved to cover his ears. It didn’t last long though as it lowered to a better level. Kilia lifted her head as the words that they couldn’t hear from the God were now clear as day.

"... Long time. You really are persistent, aren’t you," the voice was slightly hollow, something between a young girls and then a backdrop of what was clearly male.

Kilia's heart froze as she looked up to the scene. It was like a horrid accident happening before her. It was so terrible, yet she couldn’t look away, even if she wanted to.

"Took long enough to catch up to you again. You move quickly."

The woman grinned, a sharp laugh cutting through the echo of the fires, "I guess not fast enough, since you are still here. How did you manage, from last time?"

"Who do you think you’re up against, Oni?"

Oni put her hand on her hip, tilting her head to the side, "What? An ex-Seer? You terrify me."

Yve opened her magic system again just as her Guardian moved before her. If one watched closely enough, they would see that the pair moved in sync with one another, knowing exactly what the other was going to do before they did it. The man in black had already created his own weapon, a long spear with the tip of it shimmering brightly. Yve stayed where she was, her fingers moving quickly across her pad. The first god that had moved met the Guardian head on. The spear collided with a wash of pure power, an energy that gave a very loud boom as soon as the weapon hit it. The Guardian struggled. Yve released her spell. The golden fire was laced now with the electrical charge that had been seen earlier.

It curled from the palm of her hand in a tiny tornado like spiral before expanding into a giant torrent aimed right for Oni. The second God moved, taking the blast for the other. An inhuman scream filled the air. The fires direction suddenly shot upwards, straight into the sky and missed Yves target completely. Standing before Oni, the God was slumped over, his skin charred and blistered. He stumbled backwards before hitting Oni who didn’t move to assist the other God at all. After another second or so, the God simply faded into nothing but ash. Yve ground her teeth and prepared another spell. Her Guardian was still occupied with the other God and as she shifted to do something else, he tried to follow her movements. Backing off, he fell a few steps towards her, but the other God followed him rapidly. Slashing outwards with the spear, he tried to keep the distance, but was failing. Yve noticed this and turned to try something else.

Oni had moved.

One second she was standing several yards away from Yve and in the blink of an eye she was right next to Yve. As Yve turned, she startled and backed away. Oni snatched her throat in one hand while the other rested at her side. Yves fingers worked across her magic system though she wasn’t looking at it.

Back against the wall, in the secluded room of the Belvedere house, Kilia’s heart lurched to her throat as she gave a sharp cry.

Oni tilted her head off to the side, "You should have died the other day. I guess I underestimated you. An ex-Seer. Amazing how much power there is. I suppose I should be a bit more careful, shouldn’t I?"

Yves lips pulled up in a small grin despite the crushing hold over her throat, "Oh yes... You’ve no idea..."

"Mm, I think I do now," a silver light swirled around the fingers of Oni's free hand. It curled for a long while before finally taking shape. The God pulled Yve closer and a flash of pain crossed over the Seers face. When Oni released her, Yve stumbled backwards. The silver knife in the Gods fingers was covered in red liquid. Yve dropped to her knees as the wound began to bleed. As she sat there, her body looked to become a different color. Instead of her pale, beautiful features, the skin was turning silver. Yve was struggling, struggling to breath and to move. Not too far behind her, the black clad Guardian abandoned the God he was fighting to reach her.

"It was fun, playing around with you. But I think there is somewhere I need to go now," Oni cooed as she lifted up the weapon and examined it.

Yve coughed. She opened and closed her mouth, but nothing came out. Her skin was completely silver now and Oni knelt down before her, "Bye bye," she said gleefully and touched Yve's forehead.

She shattered.

Kilia screamed, lurching forward she freed herself from Soran and ran forgetting entirely that this was nothing but a built system to see the event and that she wasn’t actually there. Her voice continued to scream, tears streaming fully as she tried to get to her mother.

"Turn it off." Jonathan stated as he turned to look at Peter. "Can you take her to her room...I'll be there in a minute." Peter nodded and tried to grab Kilia.

"Grayson, help please?" Peter asked in an almost sad tone.

Alauric who had a look of both terror and sorrow on his face agreed with the guardian, "Turn it off," he repeated, and everything went black. The lights came up. Alauric stood there looking at the spot where Yve had been, silent tears in his eyes.

Jonathan walked and, not caring if anyone saw, grabbed Damian by the throat and started to drag him out of the room and shut the door behind him, intending to go to the other training room. He was angry, but he didn't want anyone to see him fighting something only he could see.

With clenched hands, Rethyn glared at Alauric as he knew it wasn't the man's fault but he was angry. He wanted to blame the man so badly, if he had just let him go he could of gone in a teleported that victim from the fight somehow. The coldest feeling of uselessness ate at the young man as he could only merely glare at the horrors.

Alauric felt the young man glared at him, "See to your seer," he said to him, "he needs rest." Alauric himself sat down next to Grayson, who looked really exhausted. In fact they both did. Tristan had just sort of slumped in his corner.

Peter only sighed, keeping his hold on Kilia as he tried to pull her out of the room and off towards her room. "Lass I know how you feel and I'm as mad as you are, but trust me, it's too late....it's..." Peter almost started crying as he kept trying to pull her to her room.

Kilia screamed again, even as the lights came on and the entire spell collapsed. She felt hands around her, trying to stop her, but she fought back, violently. The boys voice wasn’t one that she was accustomed to and so she twisted around and lashed out at him, "Let me go!" she screamed, her voice hoarse, but sharp and very loud, "Let go!" she repeated and continued fighting.

Soran, who had been knocked over completely by Kilia’s sudden lunge forward, rolled to his stomach. He watched her with wide eyes. He felt sick, his heart thrumming in his chest as he listened to her scream over and over. She was slashing at Peter, her fingernails probably cutting him, and if not getting dangerously close. Soran stood up, his gaze shifting over to the others. Grayson looked utterly worn out and Tristan didn’t even seem to be conscious anymore, which made Soran suck in a sharp breath of fear.

Before he went to Tristan, though, he needed to save his Guardian from being shredded, "Kilia," he called, his voice shaking and just barely audible over her crying screams. Moving over to her, he attempted to help Peter get her to calm down, "Stop, don’t force her yet," he said gently. Grabbing her hands, he at least stopped Kilia from continually scratching at Peter. "Kilia!" he said, harder this time.

She opened her eyes to look at him. Her screaming stopped for a moment, "Mom..." she dropped, crying and rocking slightly.

Soran bit at his lip, his face reflecting his own pain as she slipped from his hands, "Be gentle with her," was all he said to Peter as he slowly stepped away. She wasn’t going to listen to anyone.

Peter tenderly lifted her up and walked at a good pace to get her to her room, then that idiot of her guardian can take care of things from there. Those nails were sharp!!!

With a flash Rethyn popped over to Tristan. Reaching an arm around him he put himself under one of Tristan’s arms as he lifted him up. They weren't going to let him go and there was nothing he could do now. With regret eating at him he could only watch over his Seer. In his current condition Rethyn couldn't leave his side anyways. With a sigh through his mask he held his Seer and waited.

In another training room, Jonathan dragged Damian and threw him at a shelf of weapons as the ghost crashed into them. "You knew all along and you didn't bother to leave me a notification on that?!?" Jonathan shouted angrily as he punched Damian square in the face. "I should’ve stopped her! Urged her to reconsider!!!"

"Would you, or would you make the same mistakes I made and endangered your life and doom my afterlife!?" Damian shouted. "I need you alive to take my place as Knight!! If you don't I'll end up in a bad place!"

"I don't care!" Jonathan shouted as he summoned his swords and attacked Damian, who drew his own as both started growling the same type of growl that Jonathan used with Veia. The two proceeded to fight and slash at each other for the duration of time Jonathan had his swords. If one could actually see Damian, then this fight would look like a more intricate dance than anything else. Each move seemed calculated and well thought out.

Eventually Jonathan swept his leg to knock Damian off his feet and pointed his sword at the ghosts. Gleaming emerald eyes met Sincere, tired, yet Fiery Silver. "Done raging now Robin? She has no one left to care for her. It's up to you to do that. It's no longer about protection anymore and you know it."

Jonathan gripped his blade angrily. If Damian was solid right now he'd chop his head off again. "I'm just her guardian.."

[b]"Bull."[/b] Damian said. "You care for her, maybe even love her. Love her enough to even cast aside your name and take up hers even in holy matrimony bells ringing...wait...scratch that last part."

"You do realize I have brothers right?" If it mattered that much to the ghost he would rest a bit easier after his older brother had children. But he and Damian knew that if Jonathan himself didn't take his place as Knight, Damian is literally hell bound. Dismissing his blade he turned his back on Damian. "Don't think the discussion is over. Next time you hear someone I know make a decision, come tell me immediately." With that, Jonathan left the room and headed off to Kilia's.

Peter had managed to get Kilia in her room and shut the door with a slight tired sigh as he went off to a training room himself to try and let out the aggression building up from old wounds opening up. He passed by Jonathan who only nodded at him. Jonathan knocked on the door before opening it and walking in was the last thing Peter saw before going on his way.

He watched Peter escort Kilia’s crying form from the room. He was fighting his own tears as he stood there. Turning away as soon as her cries couldn't be heard anymore, he settled his gaze on Tristan who was being held up by his Guardian, Rethyn. He moved quickly and went to help hold the other boy, "Tristan...?" he called softly. He glanced over to Rethyn briefly. He wanted to say something, but he didn't, figuring it was for the best. At least right then. Soran was still reeling from the event. Even though it hadn't been his own mother, he was still feeling pain course through his chest. He didn't know what to do and in all honesty he just wanted to curl up with Tristan and cry. Shaking himself mentally, he grit his teeth, "Come on, we should take him to his room. He'll need to sleep," Soran said slowly.

Rethyn absently nodded to Soran. He knew where he had to give up and take responsibility for the current moment. He genuinely felt horrid about what had happened to Kilia, but he couldn't show his emotions right now as he held his face blank. It had already taken a lot out of him to talk like that in front of the group. His tolerance was at a low right now as he knew he wouldn't be able to speak in front of the group for a while. "Yeah, you are right. Let's get him back." With that Rethyn begun to guide Tristan along to his room with the help of Soran.

The exit of all the other seers and guardians only left the two adults in the room, "Old man, the next time I listen to you and my son, remind me of this moment." Grayson was chuckling which he felt horrible in doing, but still couldn't think of another reaction. "Alauric...you know better than anyone that we all have to learn to deal with things like this. I just wished you let me know about Yve, that isn't a burden you should have carried on your own."

Alauric sighed, "I know, I am going to have to try to get them to understand. I hate how all this just dumped into their laps." He really hadn't a clue, but at least now he knew what they were up against. The days ahead were going to be the most challenging, yet Alauric hadn't lost all hope.

Grayson mumbled something, "What I can't hear you."

Grayson, "I said, let’s just sit here, I think this as good a place as any to get some sleep." Alauric nodded in agreement.

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The Following Day

Kilia had done nothing but cry the night before. She hadn't been aware of Peters presence at all, nor when hed left her alone to go rest himself. She couldn't concentrate on anything. The image of her mother shattering into a thousand silver pieces replayed in her mind over and over. Each time brought more anguish and rage. Kilia had cried so much that she was sure to make herself sick, but she couldn't stop. It wasn't until morning came that she moved from the bed. Sniffling, red eyed and puffy, she clenched her teeth tightly. Slowly, the sorrow was giving way to anger, more anger than she had ever felt before. She recalled the words from Alauric as he had turned to her and told her that he had known her mother had left. Yet, he hadnt said a word to Kilia about it.

Shoving off of the bed, she reached for the door and yanked it open. Her anger was being directed to the first person to come to mind. She knew, at the back of her conscious that it wasn't right, that it wasn't really his fault, but she couldnt help it. Kilia stormed down the hall in search of Alauric.

Alauric sat outside on the patio, trying to clear his mind of what he saw last night. It was safe to say he didn't really get any sleep at all. He pretty much wanted to see the sun rise, just to see another day. On the table was a bowl of peaches, he didn't know why he had them, but he thought about what Yve said about her daughter. It broke his heart the night before, and she had every right to be mad at him, but now what was he suppose to say.

She stormed passed the glass of the sliding door that lead to the patio at first, not even seeing him except from the corner of her eye. When it did register to her though, she had to turn around completely and rush back to the door. Wrenching it opened, she stormed onto the patio, "You!" She screeched, "Why!?" she didn't really know what she wanted to say, too angry to think properly. What she did do, though, was probably not the best first idea or rather, reaction to the situation. Going to stand in front of him, she reached out and slapped him.

He heard the door open behind him, but didn't turn at first to see who it was. He cringed as he heard Kilia screech. He however didn't say anything. He heard her footsteps and looked up only to feel her hand hit him in his face. He knew she was angry, but still had to wonder if he really deserved that. "I hope that made you feel better," he said quietly. His eyes still looking at her.
Her heart skipped a beat and at the back of her mind she yelled at herself, but pushed it aside. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, her gaze widened a bit before her knees gave out and she dropped down before him. She yelled, wordlessly and landed her curled fingers on his chest, though the strength behind it was long gone, "I hate you! Why did you let her go! Why!? You idiot!" she hiccuped, "Why?"

He let her yell and grab his shirt with her fingers, "Kilia," he started, "Do you really think I wanted to let her go. She had her mind made up long before she even got to this house."

Kilia was crying again, hard. She knew. Of course she knew. It was true, her mother had always been so stubborn. There was nothing that Alauric could have done. Still Kilia blamed him, even though she shouldn't. Slowly her head fell down to his stomach and she clung to him, not out of anger but because there was nothing else to hold onto.

He wrapped his arms tentatively around her. "You know you were the last thing she talked about before leaving. She talked about how you were clumsy, and that you had good healing skills. And how you like to stay up all night, and how you like peaches..." he stopped trying not to get himself worked up. His own tears weren't to far off, but he was trying to stay strong in that moment.
Kilia hiccuped again, her crying making it hard to breathe properly, moving slightly she lifted her head up just a bit but didn't move to get off of him, "S-she did?" she felt her face blush slightly, though it was probably hard to see as she was already red from her sobs, "Alauric..." her gaze opened and she noted the bowl on the table, "Peaches..." she muttered. Turning to look up at him, she watched him for a moment, "You brought.... peaches?" Burying her face again she moved to be more comfortable. "I... do like peaches.... I'm sorry, Alauric," she said, trying not to cry anymore. She was tired, and worn out and her head hurt way too much for any more crying.

He couldn't help but think how she sounded so innocent in that moment. He smiled slightly when she apologized, "KIlia, I am the one who should be saying sorry." He knew why he was sorry, but how could he explain it to her. He was sorry she watched her own mother die like she did, he was sorry that he allowed it. He was sorry that he had let Yve walk out that door without even fighting for her to stay. Yve was so stubborn, but Alauric had an idea she knew...she knew that there was a big chance of her not returning. He sighed, "Kilia, all I am asking from you is that you let me take care of you, like one of my own children. It was what she wanted, it is what she made me promise."

Her fingers tightened around him. Her breath was shaking as she gasped just a bit and then she shook as she struggled a moment with herself. She couldn't form any words, too guilt stricken and upset to say anything. Instead, she nodded to him as she cried all over again. Kilia's crying slowly stopped as she knelt there, but it wasn't for quite some time. Finally she was reduced to nothing but soft hiccups, but she didn't want to move either.

He sat there silently with her for the longest time, just ok with being able to comfort her. He looked at the bowl on the table for a second, and something funny came to his mind, "Um, I forgot to say, just don't let Tristan around those peaches, he is allergic, gets all red and puffy...looks like a peach himself after his reaction is done."

Kilia looked up again at the bowl of peaches as Alauric was speaking. Her eyes were droopy and she was utterly sleepy. However, as he told her about Tristan, and the image slowly sunk in, her lips pulled into a small smile. Staring at the plump, round peaches, she suddenly imagined one of them atop Tristan's frame and she curled in on Alauric as she laughed. Her giggling turned into a huge fit of laughter as she couldn't quite get the image from her mind. An evil plan was forming at the back of her mind as well. Something she would do to him later once she was feeling a little better. "I.... might just.... do it to him.... just to see!" she said between giggles.

Alauric couldn't help but to laugh with her, even at his own son's expense. He shook his head at her last sentence, "Just as long as you heal him afterwards."

Kilia nodded a bit, "Promise," she said. Finally she pulled away from him and slowly stood up. Bracing herself against the table she gave a slight groan, "I... think Im going to sleep now Alauric." she stated softly, her head pounding terribly as she moved, "I will eat them later," she added with a smile.

"Please do," he said, both at her getting some sleep and eating later.



Soran and Tristan-The Next Day

Soran paced outside the room. This was the third time he'd come to Tristan's room and attempted to knock on the door. He was feeling edgy, he was worried about the other boy most of all, and he wasn't sure how to go about it at all. Finally, he stopped and took a deep breath. He wanted to talk to the red haired boy so badly, and there was stuff that Soran felt he should finally know. He wasn't sure why, exactly, but after that night, witnessing the terrible incident... He reached up and knocked on the door, First and foremost... make sure hes not blaming himself he thought sternly to himself, "Tristan?"

The spell had taken more out of Tristan, than he thought it would. He had slept for most of the day. He had woken up once, from seeing the images of the night before in a nightmare. Even though no one saw the horror on his face, he had to let it go so he could concentrate. He was actually surprised that he hadn't been distracted by everything and completely messed up.
He grumbled as he heard the knocking, and finally decided to answer it. He opened the door, wearing nothing but his pajama pants. His stomach had faint bruises from the night of the possession. When he saw it was Soran, he couldn't help but to smile sleepily, "Sorry, I was still sleeping," he said finally.

Soran's gaze widened, his face growing pink before turning to a burning red across his cheek bones and nose. Immediately his eyes had dropped down to the boys shirtless frame. Holy... damn... hes.... so hot he thought, he was all jumbled up then as he stood there, blatantly staring. It wasn't until Tristan said something that he snapped out of it. Of course he was somewhat... day dreaming as well. With a sharp breath in that was akin to yet again, another squeak of embarrassment, he quickly looked up to Tristan's violet gaze.

"Tristan! I-I... um, S-sorry... I didn't mean to stare.... I mean! Wake you. I just wanted to see you.... er check on you. Make sure you were alright.... Yes," he said quickly, losing his self control again. He fidgeted as he stood there, "U-uh... Are you... alright? I mean... you were really tired last night and.... I was worried about you," he continued a bit more steady now though his gaze was locked on the door and trying desperately to stay there.

Tristan watched the other, and really wanted to chuckle, as it was he couldn't help but grin a little. "I am fine, just was. well you know after using a lot of magic...out of it." He decided to stop torturing the other when he realized the cause of Soran's reaction, "Come in and sit, I will find something to put on." He went back into his room, leaving the door open for the other to follow. He traveled into the closet and found a t shirt and slipped it on.

"Uh-hu...." Soran barely registered the boys words as he was once again lost to staring damnit... he cursed himself. His immediate response was even worse when Tristan said he would find something to put on, "You don't have to.... Uh!!! Oh God, Um... d-don't... listen to me!" he immediately regretted speaking his own thoughts out loud. Crap! Inner voice, outer voice, inner voice, outer voice!!

Tristan was glad he was still in the closet so Soran couldn't see his grin grow a little bit bigger. He wasn't going to let that slip go without comment though. He exited and looked at Soran, "Really, well I shall take advantage of having your permission not to wear a shirt more often," it was a horrible way to tease. However it helped Tristan, and relived some fo the sadness he was feeling.

Soran seated himself but almost slipped off of it just as Tristan exited the closet and said that. Quickly keeping himself up on the chair, he looked back at the boy with wide eyes and his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form coherent thoughts, "You... dont need permission from me to take your shirt off.... Damnit! Tristan, will you stop that, you're doing this on purpose!" Soran cursed as he was flustered about the current situation he had unknowingly put himself in. "Jeez, just... oh never mind, Im just going to make this worse. I swear to you I will get you back.... maybe if I took off my shirt youll be all stumblingly too..." he glowered, then blushed again stumblingly? Really? That's the best threat you could come up with? You dolt... he cursed.
Shaking his head he waved his hands in the air wildly, "A-anyway!!! Forget that! Get it out of your head right now! I came because I wanted to talk to you, not see you naked... Uh... not that... oh jeez." He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hands on his knees.

Tristan was shaking his head, oh the things he wanted to say...but decided before the other had another slip that he get more serious, so he closed the bedroom door and sat on the bed next to Soran. "What did you want to talk about." Tristan figured maybe it was about the situation last night, perhaps about other things.

"Ah," he sighed a bit as he uncurled his fingers and looked over to Tristan. He was happy the boy had decided to get serious. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the little bit of teasing that they went through every now and then, "I... wanted to talk to you about a couple of things. Um, before I start on that" he sighed a bit, his gaze dropping for a moment before look back at Tristan with a stern, yet caring look, "Are you really alright? I mean... last night....Tristan, you can talk to me you know. I get that I dont know you all that well, but I think I can tell by now when something is bothering you, or at least Id like to think so. Okay

Tristan smiled at him, "I know that Soran," he said looking away slightly, "and I trust you with my feelings." His smile sort of faded, "It was horrible watching that last night, and not being able to openly react to it. I can't tell you the number of times I just wanted to turn the whole thing off. What was worse was I told my dad I wouldn't do unless everyone was there...I can still hear Kilia scream in my head." He sighed, "No I am not blaming myself, I know what happened no one really knew was coming. I didn't know that her mother was going to be there...but I did know she was gone."

Soran reached over to Tristan. His hands wrapped around his shoulders before sliding around his neck and he pulled himself close enough to hug the other boy as he talked. He rested his head on Tristan's shoulder, "I'm glad you're not blaming yourself. I was so worried that you were going to do that, just like you did when I left to go home. I can also still see it, the whole thing. It was... so sudden and terrifying. I'm... afraid. That God was so... powerful. Even though we weren't actually there... It was like I could feel the power just flooding everything. It was insane." Soran sighed a bit as he cuddled closer.
"Kilia is going to need us, you know. We should do something for her, though I don't know what yet. Something to keep her mind a little bit occupied for a while so that shes not completely overwhelmed with grief."

Tristan held onto the other, glad he was closer now, he wasn't going to tell Soran how much more he could feel the gods power. "I am afraid too, but your right, we should do something for her." He wondered if there were any old traditions, but he would have to look that up later on.

Soran nodded, feeling settled as Tristan held him in return, "I, um... also wanted to talk to you about when I left. I... think its fine to tell you now, been long enough," he muttered lightly. Shifting around on the chair, he pulled his legs up and rested his body against the larger boy, "First, you should probably know about my family. They're not just stuck up and snotty because they are rich. My mom is probably the only nice one in the house. I think I got her personality. Anyway, my father is a real douche, he hated me for whatever reason and even more so when my brother turned twenty and didn't become a Seer. My brother and I always fight. He blames me for my fathers yelling at him and all of that. So we often get into fist fights."

Soran paused for a moment, "I knew when I turned twenty that something was probably going to happen and sure enough I go and get my ass possessed," Soran cursed as he glared at the floor, "Anyway When I went back home, my father questioned me. Hes always been paranoid about the other families wanting to have more power than ours or something stupid like that. When I went to my room, my brother surprised me. We fought, but this time he was ten times worse. Besides, I was already injured and not really on my game. He knocked me around pretty good and I ended up out cold for a few days. When I finally woke up enough to move around, I went to get something to drink. God, this was really stupid on my part. I cant believe I thought I was safe to get up for a moment. He cornered me again and this time, I sort of freaked out and bashed him in the head with my moms vase. He managed to get it from me and.... welll... I thought for sure he was gonna kill me, but... mom stopped him. She had been on the phone with your dad, called him over to get me." He fell silent for a while, his fingers pulling at a loose string on his shirt.

Tristan listened to Soran, hoping the other didn't feel him go rigid at the parts that made him what to get up and find some way across town so he could go beat up Soran's brother. He instead tightened his hold and let the other continue. He finally got to hear how Soran ended up here again, and it sort of made him wonder about some things. However he was going to lock these away for another times. He knew he should respond, yet everything sounded wrong in his head. "I can't believe you bashed his head with your mom's vase," he was trying not to laugh. Yes of all the things to point out...he started there, I am an idiot.

Soran frowned, "Seriously? You're going to focus on that?" he shifted around to look up at Tristan, his eyes narrowing slightly. He sat there staring at the boy for a while. However, as he thought about it... he couldn't believe he had done that too. Slowly he flushed. Turning away he crossed his arms over his chest, puffing up his cheeks a bit, "Yeah, I hit him with my moms vase! What else was I supposed to do? Get a broom and tickle him with it? The asshole is three times my size and hates me not just because Im a Seer now but also because I... like... guys," he ended with a blush and tried to curl up in a small ball which was near impossible due to his current position. Looking back at Tristan, he puffed up again, "Why, what would you have done, mister big, strong, well muscled, red headed...." he would have continued but had to stop.

Tristan cringed slightly as Soran turned around and looked at him. Yet when he saw Soran flush, and give him the image of the other getting tickled by a broom, he started to slightly laugh to himself. It was the last thing in that sentence that made Tristan stop, now that made him angry. So he put another negative in Soran's brother's column. He bit his lip, a tease so wanting to slip from his mouth, but before he could Soran hit him with some well placed adjectives. He was blushing this time, 'Well...I..," geeze he couldn't form a sentence. All he could think about was how Soran just described him, but it was more of the fact that it was Soran...he was the one that used those words.

As he sat there, arms crossed, still puffed up slightly and waiting for an answer, he heard something he thought was his imagination. Turning around, he looked up at Tristan to find that sure enough, the boy was blushing and he had stumbled, bad. For a moment, Soran was shocked, but then his lips curled up into a wicked little grin, "Oh.... So that's it," he said with a bit of a purr to his tone. Turning around completely, he sat up on his knees on the chair and rested his hands over Tristan's shoulders. Tilting his head off to the side, he continued grinning, "So, what did it? The fact I called you big and strong? Well muscled? How about...." he leaned in, "Hotter than hell, totally sexy, freaking attractive, melt worthy, even, every time I walk in here. Should I keep going?"

Tristan looked shocked for a second as he looked at the blond seer, but his gaze narrowed as Soran continued. The boy had no idea what his words were doing, and probably should have backed away instead, "Yes," Tristan said, "I think you should come even closer and continue Soran, but I am warning you if you do. I am going to find some way to shut you up."

When Tristan's eyes narrowed, Soran's heart leapt to the back of his throat. Had he made the boy angry? But then he spoke and his words were so confusing. Soran paused for a moment, an eyebrow arched as he watched Tristan. It took him a moment, but it started to sink in a little bit, "S-so... how would you go about doing that? My tall, hot, red head?" Soran grinned a little bit but shook a little at the same time, "You know, I could keep going, not going to stop me now. See, this is pay back for all those other times. So yes, I think I might just continue. Especially when I'm looking right at your hot, violet gaze. Beautiful eyes, I could stare in them all day," he tested the waters, seeing just how far he could go.

Tristan continued staring at him, his expression just getting more intense as the other continued. "I think that is enough," his voice came out low. He reached out and pulled the other toward him, hoping he would let him. "I am going to kiss every one of those words from your mouth, until you can't think straight." He leaned in and found the others lips, but this kiss was different. Every intense feeling was there, this time Soran would have to respond.

Soran's gaze grew wide as he heard Tristan tell him that was enough. As the red haired boy wrapped his arms around him and dragged him from the chair, he couldn't help the sharp gasp that escaped him. This was certainly not expected. Completely thrown off guard, he heard Tristan's next string of words and with each one, he found that his face was growing hotter, probably a deeper red then ever before. Before he could say anything, Tristan kissed him. It was almost instantaneous, his thoughts exploded into absolute chaos. He really couldn't think, just as Tristan promised he would do. The kiss was so much different than the one he'd gotten before. This one was far more passionate. Soran relented, kissing the boy back and trying to keep up with the flood of feelings as well. Wrapping his arms around the boys shoulders, he held him close and allowed his weight to topple them.

Tristan continued as they fell, using this kiss to convey the feelings he had a hard time saying. He was glad Soran had opened up to him, and the other trusted him with that. He wanted to feel mostly, especially after last night. He wanted to feel something that was real, for him that was Soran.

Soran pulled away slightly, face completely flushed and totally out of breath, "Tristan.... damn. You... I.... crap," he really wasn't kidding a moment ago, was he? Soran thought to himself. "Cant think...."

Tristan smiled at him, "good, now be quiet." He caught the others lips again

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Jonathan was in his room for most of the next day, with several books he snuck from the study. By snuck, it meant he had to quickly take them without anyone noticing the look and state of his face. He was sick. He didn't wish to be sick, but the guilt and the pain of everything last night cropped it up and caused it to take a hold of him. His face looked pale as if he ate a bad piece of food or something along those lines. His hands were shaking every three minutes or more. His eyes looked almost like the green you see on seasick people. Yesterday shattered Kilia, he knew this. But if one looked at his mental state, they would see guilt, regret, obsession. "One of these books has got to have the answers I seek..." He muttered as he read each book from beginning to end, front and back And backwards even, only stopping every so often to relieve his shaking hands.

"Give it up Jonathan." Damian was saying. Lying on Jonathan's bed whilst watching him. "You and I both know you've been on this guilt binge once already. No book, or spell, or hell, even Deed can do what you're thinking about."

"Does it look like I care you secretive distrustful phantom??" Jonathan replied. Sick or no he was bitter at Damian for not telling him. But it would've only make his guilt even stronger, and caused Jonathan to actually look worse then what he already did. "There's gotta be a way. All I want is to see her smile, and be happy again. If I can figure out how to do what I'm seeking, then so be it. I'll look through each one and keep researching until my hair grows grey, I'll even rob the heavens blind, steal from all the gods themselves even their secret to find it!"

"You said those words before when your best friend died. Are you really on the road to making yourself sicker by continuing this madness?" Damian asked, trying to get through to the sick boy trying desperately to keep his hands from shaking. "I know you're gonna be stubborn as me. Believe me, I was torn on the day I joined up with the men who turned me into what I am. But you have to stop yourself now before you make it worse."

"How worse can I make my guilt?!" Jonathan shouted. "Either I have to accept what's happened or find a way to right it, or just..." Jonathan shook his head as he looked at his hands. "I should've found out sooner...stopped her. Then Kilia wouldn't be in this state..." He put his face in his hands. His head was becoming a mess.

"What am I gonna do? What can I do??" He asked to no one in particular. "Am I a good man, or a madman?"


Kilia rolled over on her side, waking up again just enough to feel pain and emptiness. Slowly she curled into a small ball, holding herself. If her dreams were not pitch black, then she was seeing the God named Oni killing her mother. The young Seer was sure she was going to be seeing it for a very long time, and it was so vivid still. Kilia felt hot, perhaps she was feverish, she wasnt really sure as she lay there.

"Do what I said last night.. Go to her." Damian said. "She needs comfort. Your comfort."

"In the condition I'm in?! She'll grow concerned and what to know what the heck I'm up to with these books!!" Jonathan shouted in a paranoid like rage. "No, I have to find it. I'll bring her back, I can make her smile again."

"Jonathan. Let it go and go to her. Now." Damian ordered in a very almost father like tone.

"I'm glad it's only you haunting me...another ghost in my head would be a nightmare that keeps going in my waking hours." Jonathan said dryly and sarcastically before slamming the book shut and getting up silently, he then walked out of his room and shut his door quietly. He looked around to make sure no one saw him. He then walked towards Kilia's room. Feelings of dread, guilt, and responsibility all fell on his shoulders. "If you're listening Mrs. Linovahle..help me now. Please, I'm begging you. Help me not be an idiot.." he thought as he reached the door. Nervously, he knocked weakly on her door.

Kilia stirred a bit as she heard the sound. She wasnt in the mood for anyone to visit, "Go away," she muttered angrily.

"Very well, I shall leave you be...though my conscience dictates otherwise." came the reply. "I'm staying out here till you say come in or I decide to come in myself." He coughed slightly. His guilt sickness made him feel miserable. He turned around and sat down with his back to the door. "Though I hope you do let me in Kilia...please."

Turning over, Kilia fumed. Grabbing her pillow she threw it at the door, "Stay out there!" She screamed, tears filling her eyes again, "Why now!? Why are you coming to me now!? You disappeared last night! I dont know where you went! You left me, Jonathan! Why would I let you in now?! You can stay there for all I care!"

Jonathan coughed a bit more violently as he heard each of her words sink in. "I..." Jonathan tried to explain but how can he say the one secret he dared not say. He didn't know what to do. "I'm sorry...I should've helped. I feel like a guilty fool, unworthy of his name, his self given, self righteous title with old, worn out bygone religion of a star..."

"That is kinda insulting Jonathan. You should know better than to-" Damian started to say, sitting in front of Jonathan before suddenly being interrupted.

"You stay the Fel out of it Damian! You should've told me you eavesdropped on them that night you accursed Phantom!!" Jonathan shouted but then quickly regretted it. "Oh no..." He said softly to himself. "Oh....no...." he hoped she didn't hear that. He shook his head as he tried to think. "I don't know what to do or say to you...but you lost your smile. I don't know why but, your smile kept me going through these past few days of my life since we first met. Kept a man who was probably unsure if he was seeing a ghost of his ancestor or not on the ground."

"I don't know what else to say to you. Except if I would do anything just to see you smile again I would. I'd find a way to bring her back, rob Heaven Blind, steal from all the gods, if it's all to see your smile again. I love your smile. Your happiness.."

Damian urged him to keep going Jonathan started struggling in his own mind the next few words to come out of his mouth. "I...love you."

Kilia, who had buried herself in the covers after throwing the pillow, didnt hear most of what was said. His voice was muffled for a moment, but then he continued talking and she couldnt help but to listen. Though she had yelled at him to leave her alone, to go away and that she wasnt going to let him in, she still couldnt fight the smaller part of her conscious that wanted, no needed, his company. She sniffled lightly as she lay there, listening to him continue to speak. He sounded so.... depressed. Kilia winced slightly, closing her eyes tightly.

A new wash of sorrow and tears hit her as he said he wanted to see her smile again. I want to, but I cant, she thought miserably. His next words though, made her sit straight up with a gasp. Looking over to the door, she watched the dark wood for a long while. Her eyebrows lifted up as she bit her trembling lower lip and fell back onto the bed. Kilia was silent for a long while before she called out to him again. Still, she couldnt turn to door, or turn to face him just yet. He was still in trouble. Definitely still in trouble for leaving her that night, for the entire night.

"You... can come in...." she said softly, but just loud enough for him to hear, "But only for a little while," she added a bit more sternly. Though whether or not that would be followed through upon, was questionable.

Jonathan got up and opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind him as he started walking, he almost nearly tripped on the pillow on the ground but he almost didn't care. He walked towards her figure her back to him as he sighed and sat on the other side of the bed, mirroring her position, not to make her feel bad, but to hide the fact he was at the moment sick. "You have every right to say i left you at that crucial moment...but had you seen me last night. I'd be in my own rage. I couldn't let you see me like that, nor let you get hurt by me on accident." He said quietly as he coughed a little. "I did stay with you... For a time. Till you cried to sleep."

"That doesnt count," she muttered stubbornly, hugging the body pillow closer.

"I know..." Jonathan said bitterly. "I feel...guilty about it. Just as I am about everything else. I wish I eavesdropped on their conversation. I could've..." He went into a coughing fit. The guilt was like pain inside him mentally. "If I was able to stop her then, I would. Then I wouldn't be here begging your forgiveness. I feel like a fool who just doesn't get the foolish fabrics of fate. I'm nothing but a man who can't see black or white, only a big blot of Grey everywhere. I feel like my Ancestor's ghost is haunting me, it keeps trailing me no matter what I do.."

"What am I, an Idiot or something worse!?" He said, his voice cracking under the pressure of his guilt. "You deserve every right to be angry. I feel almost unworthy to be your Guardian after this has happened,"

Kilia sniffed. Slowly she turned just enough to look at him, "I... I really dont get you..." she muttered softly, "But.... You are my Guardian," she said and rolled back over. She wasnt sure what it was he was feeling or going through, his words didnt make heads or tails with her. Of course at the same time, she wasnt really thinking straight either, "I think.... it takes practice," she muttered into the pillow once more. Kilia was growing tired and she felt her eyes drooping even though she didnt want to sleep. Her body, though, wasnt listening. All she had done was cry all day so far and it was wearing her out. Not to mention, she was sure had given herself a cold of some sort. Johnathan had been coughing too, maybe he was sick with a cold too?

"You should ask Alauric for something to sooth that cough," she said after a long while of silence. Afterwards, though, she was fast asleep.

Jonathan listened to her quietly and shook his head bitterly. If only medicine was the best cure for his guilt. He got up and turned to see that she was fast asleep, he walked over to her side and stroked her hair and looked for her face but only found her forehead as he sighs. "Good a spot as any..." he thought. And he leaned over and pressed his lips on her forehead. "I love you." He said softly. "Get some rest Kilia." He turned and walked for the door and turned to look at her one last time. "I'll see that smile, even if I have to do what I said I'd do."

He still had those books in his room. There was reading to be done. If he could find a way possibly to bring Yve back...

Jonathan shook his head from his trail of thought, his senses were coming back to him. How could he Undo what that powerful deity had done?? Why did he even think that? The only way he thought Yve would ever be restored to Kilia was a near impossible one, and that would be to challenge this Oni and defeat him for it. An impossible task! Jonathan fully realized the error of his own thoughts.

For how can One Man, a mere Mortal Man, defeat a god like Oni?? Jonathan turned to open the door, but, seeing Kilia asleep there, decided against it and simply took the pillow she threw at him and set it on the floor and lied down next to the bed. Closing his eyes, he once more entered the realm of sleep he dreaded, the one where he was Damian dueling against Darion. Why did this dream keep haunting him? He'll never know....

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Kilia and Company



Kilia sat cross legged on the mats of the Belvedere homes training room. It was a rather large room and she had only been in it twice before. The mats were thick and well cuishoned to help with falling down or, in some cases, being thrown down. As she wasnt really a fighter, she was watching and trying her best to pay attention to the moves the others were performing. Before her, on a small plate, though, was a small pile of peaches that she was currently munching on. As she watched the pairs of fighters, she found herself lost in thought about the past few days. This had been what they were concentrating on for quite a while, practicing honing their skills that they had. Kilia wanted very much to practice her healing, but that wasnt the only thing she needed too. She needed to learn how to better protect herself and that involved having to do some sort of sparring. At the moment, she was taking a break.

On the mat were the others, Soran and Tristan, Peter and Robin and Rethyn. All under the careful eye and direction of Grayson.

Grayson had been watching to see where everyone's strengths lie. He knew where Tristan was, so that wasn't who he was watching carefully. The training room door opened and in walked Julianna, she was only there to watch, but it gave Grayson an idea.

Rethyn was even present at this moment. Along with him he had brought the sword he had taken after his exchange with Tristan. While showing his abilities he spun and slashed around the room with each flash of a teleport. However, the teleports had become almost silent, something of which had changed since Rethyn's arrival to the home. With one last teleport Rethyn took his sword and sheathed it.

"Take a break," he said to the others and stepped in front of Kilia, "You know its not very hard to take on a person bigger then you. Or to learn to protect yourself."

Kilia glanced up, a peach in her mouth and her eyes wide as she watched Grayson. Her face flushed and she quickly pulled the rest of the peach into her mouth and finished eating it, "U-um... G-Grayson... I... Uh," she was flustered as she tried to figure out how to tell him that she was just absolutely terrible at anything that involved fighting. She glanced around the room but found she was sort of cornered.... "O-okay...." she relented softly.

"Julianna," he called, the girl looked surprised when she heard her name but stepped over to Grayson. "Do you mind helping with a demostration." She smiled at Kilia, "sure." Grayson looked over at the boys. "Tristan," he called knowing the red head would probably listen to him a little better than the others. "Your going to be my helper," It was then that Julianna sort giggled, but it didn't sound really nice. The boy was shaking his head as he stood beside Grayson, he knew what was coming.

"Ok weaknesses," he said making sure Kilia was paying attention, "Eyes, stomach, knees, and well the last one is obvious." He didn't know why he couldn't say it outloud, but Tristan's face got a little red. "Grayson, you know I think I changed my mind." He started to walk away, but Grayson grabbed him. "Julianna is playing victim," She nodded and stepped in front of her brother

Kilia, at first, was highly attentive. She watched Grayson and Tristan, paying attention to every word that the Guardian said. She even went so far as to repeat his words, albeit softly and only to herself, but her lips still moved. However, as Grayson got to the tail end of his sentence, Kilia couldnt help but to look down and then she blushed furiously. Tristan tried to get out of this little demenstration that Grayson was going to have him perform and the young Seer felt horrible, which wasnt made any better since the sisters giggle suddenly came back to mind. Her heart jumped to her throat as Grayson continued.

"U-um... d-dont hurt him.... " she muttered, not really sure what was going to happen, but feeling that it wasnt going to be great. From across the room where Soran was resting, he laughed. His giggle reached over to them and Kilia glanced at the blonde boy. He was trying to stiffle his laughter.

Jonathan was simply watching the training go on, he also was looking at Kilia who was enjoying her peaches and smiles almost regrettably to himself. That night when he was forced by his Ancestor's ghost to confess his feelings for her, not to mention the epiphany in his mind about fighting Oni himself for what his own guilt ridden mind had selfishly thought. However, The epiphany had lingered in the back of his mind since that night, without really any reason why.

"What if I did it for all? No no and no! Jonathan, you can't he's too strong! Even if we are lucky enough to pull him out of the seer would I be half prepared for his physical form???"

Tristan stood there, trying first of all not to look at Kilia, she was making it more embarressing. And secondly trying not hear the laughter from across the room. This was going to get worse for him because well he was playing the bad guy so to speak. However if he left, well he have to hear about it later, like he was to chicken or something.

"Back up...don't want anyone else to get hurt." The two backed up and were in the middle of the room, "Tristan." The boy nodded and pretended to grab his sister, Julianna had more training than many girls, plus she was stronger then she looked. However she wasn't going to pull anything surprising on Tristan just yet, she struggled just a little until she got a nod from Grayson she competely relaxed. She actually stomped on his foot first, before elbowing him in the stomach. He stepped back with a ummph, and completely let go, "Jules, he didn't say feet." She shrugged her shoulders, going for a kick to his groin, luckily he blocked it.

"Stop," Grayson called. Julianna couldn't help the small grin that came to her face as she stepped back from her brother. He was rubbing his stomach and trying not to think about the pain in his foot, he knew she did that on purpose. Grayson was shaking his head, "You two...," the both looked in his direction, "Sorry Grayson," Julianna said innocently. "Well feet work too," Grayson continued trying to hide his grin as he turned back to Kilia. "Especially if it takes your attacker by surprise. Nose and jugular, which we won't be showing right now." He turned and looked at Julianna, "Hey...I only broke his nose once," she said

Rethyn put a hand over his mask as he held back chuckling at his Seer. Crossing his arms he held his sword between his forearms as he sat on his heels as he looked down for a moment. He could no longer hold back his chuckling as a small smile forced its way upon his concealed face. "That's my seer." He said quietly in almost a whisper.

"Pfft!!!" Soran doubled over, laughing hysterically and finally unable to control it. Kilia wasnt too sure what was so funny, after all it looked rather painful to be hit as Tristan was. She winced slightly as she chewed on her bottom lip nervously. Was she supposed to do that to someone? Could she even manage to do something like that to another person? Was it even effective against a god? Her mind reeled with the questions, none of which she asked. She was slightly afraid of the answer. Her frown returned again as Soran continued giggling.

"Soran... its not funny," she muttered.

Wiping at the edges of his eyes he looked up and briefly stopped laughing, but then started again, "Oh yes... yes it is... Tristan.... your sister just...." he couldnt even finish.

Tristan turned and looked at the blond seer, his gaze narrowed, the things he wanted to say...but couldn't in present company. He sighed and turned back toward the other's. "Kilia," Tristan said, "it didn't hurt as much as it could have." For some reason he was just guessing at her thoughts, and she had always been afraid of hurting people.

"Looked like it though," Soran said with a devious little smile. He hadnt missed the glare hed recieved though. Kilia was starting to wonder if the blonde haired Seer was testing his fate willingly, "Maybe she went easy on you, Tristan," the boy teased. Kilia watched the two of them for a moment, her heart nearly stopping as she wondered what they were going to do.

Tristan had tried to take the higher road for the moment, "Go on, Soran," he said, "you got anything else to add," turning to the other, giving him a look full of promises for later on. "Go on..."

Rethyn walked over to the wall to lean against him. He felt compelled to make a comment about the two of them to hit them both below the belt, but he held himself a back as he watched the two of them banter. Smiling under his mask he felt an enjoyment of which he had not experienced in a long time. Within his own mind he wish he could show them the smile upon his face, but it didn't feel right yet. Smiling at them under his mask he merely watched them.

Soran looked to go red for a moment, losing his composure as he stared at Tristan who urged him to continue. Kilia mentally thought to herself that the blonde boy would surely keep quiet now, right? Standing, Soran swiped his hand to open his magic system and dragged off a spell. In his hand materialized a hand gun, he admired it for a moment, "You know, I think if your sister can beat you so easily, you probably wouldnt stand a chance against me, wanna try, Tristan?" he teased further, "Dont worry, I modified this one. Itll only give you a slight shock, like static. So, what do you say, baby" he stuck his tongue out too to emphasize. Kilia groaned inwardly, though she was slightly curious.

"Grayson?" she turned to look at him, wondering what he had to say about the current situation.

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Grayson watched the interaction with curiosity as well, "Just don't let things get out of hand," he said finally, "Julianna step back." Julianna stepped back by Kilia sitting down next to her. Grayson stepped out of the way also.

Tristan had been watching Soran the whole time, looking at the hand gun. "What the puny little thing," he said in return. "ok, then I will give you a try." Tristan opened up his magic system and dragged off a spell that took the form of a staff.

"The hell? Hey, just cuz its small doesn't mean its not going to hurt," Soran countered, then lifted an eyebrow as Tristan summoned a staff, "Seriously? A staff? Against a gun...." he grinned, "Are we compensating," he teased and prepared to move as he lifted the weapon in his hand slightly.

"I've got nothing to compensate for," he commented in return, "remember...big...strong, and well muscled here." He chuckled slightly and he prepared for Soran attack

Sorans face went brilliant red as he stuttered, his heart hammered and he lost concentration. Stuttering he froze for a good five long seconds before he finally regained his composure, "Tristan!" he yelled in embarrassment then raised the weapon and fired, aiming at the boys shoulder.

He knew that using Soran's own words would probably provoke the other, but those five seconds allowed him to think of a defense. One half of the staff fanned out to a makeshift shield and blocked the firing of the others weapon. He moved in closer before the other fired again, trying to back him into the corner.

Soran gasped so fast! he thought to himself and tried to recover. His first mistake was losing those precious five seconds when Tristan had teased him in return. Okay, maybe this was a very bad idea, he thought to himself as he backed away trying to keep pace with the taller boy. Firing the weapon again, he aimed for Tristan's wrists as he dropped backwards. Looking for an escape, he dropped down and threw himself to the side, rolling as he went. Coming up on the other side of the red head, he quickly lifted the weapon to fire it again.

Tristan side-stepped and the first firing missed his wrists, if it continued on behind him. it would have been blocked by Grayson. He quickly turned to follow the movements of the other and threw up his shield hopefully in time to block the other attack, but as he felt a slight sting knew he hadn't been quite fast enough. His own attack came with the other end of the staff aiming at the others gun, trying to swipe it from his hands.

Soran felt elation at the sight of his discharge clipping Tristan, but then he was immediately thrown for a loop as the end of the staff whipped out at him so quickly that he hadn't seen it in time. It slammed into the weapon in his grip and threw it from his numbed fingers. With a sharp, startled cry, he fell backwards as he had been kneeling a moment before. Back peddling, he tried to gain some distance between himself and Tristan to summon another weapon, but he knew he wasnt going to be nearly fast enough.
Tristan followed the other, and pointed the staff at the others neck, "Soran," he wanted to get the others attention before he continued his spell.
Soran took and held his breath as he backed away but stopped as soon as the staff came up under his chin. Lifting his head, he watched the staff only, gritting his teeth, damn it... that wasnt fair... he thought to himself. However at the sound of his name, he turned his gaze upwards to look into Tristan's violet eyes.
A smile appeared on Tristan's face and he backed up slightly, the staff disappeared and he held out his hand. "Good fight," he added at the end.

Jonathan could only watch the training of Kilia and then the beginning of the sparring of Soran and Tristan. He could only watch whilst he tried to push all ideas about bringing the dead Oni had caused. Also yesterday, Damian suddenly vanished for a while and didn't come see Robin for awhile. Something was telling Jonathan another ghost is coming to see him. One connected to his family. One more dark and sinister. If it was who Jonathan thought it was, he didn't like it. It would be ten times as worse as Oni right this minute. But only to him.

Before he could elaborate further on his assumption, a loud snoring sound came from right next to him. Peter O'Cyrus had been staying up late training in the training rooms. "Peter seemed to be doing his own strength and self defense preparation on his own time." thought Jonathan. He shook his head at the sound of his snoring. He simply poked Peter.

"Ah!! Monster! Giant Lizard! Monster riding Giant Lizards!!" Peter shouted, "Oh it's just you Mr. Glum and Grump." Peter yawned and shook his head. "What'd I miss??"

"Tristan got his hindquarters handed to him by Julianna and he's fighting Soran right at this moment." Jonathan replied almost bluntly. Peter rolled his eyes.

"You look like you've seen a ghost. Wanna talk about it?" Peter asked, almost sarcastically.

"No." Jonathan said almost suddenly looking around in slight shock. He didn't want the others to actually figure it out. Or find out. They'll think he's gone crazy in the wake of Yve's death And pull him out. Truth be told. He wasn't sure what to think. Right now he still didn't know whether or not his Epiphany is either him wanting to be very brave, or his guilt making him very stupid. Fear also Gripped him. Jonathan felt slightly nervous, Damian wasn't anywhere and he could feel a dark thing creeping up on him steadily. If he could only knew what it meant. No, he did know. It wasn't what, it was who it meant.
"Darion." he thought in his own terror.

"Oy! I cry foul!!!" Peter shouted. "I cry foul here!! Foul!!"

Kilia giggled a bit at Peters outburst. It was clear the other two were not paying attention to the others in the room. She covered her mouth as she laughed, shaking her head slightly, "I don't think fouls are even possible here," she said softly before popping another peach into her mouth.

"Well I cry foul cause he was cornering him!" Peter said trying to counter the lady's statement,

"There are no rules in single combat duels. There are wagers." Jonathan said bluntly whilst shooting an annoyed glare at Peter before shaking silently. Jonathan felt for some odd reason cold.

Kilia laughed at the two of them. Soran reached out and took Tristan's hand, allowing the taller boy to pull him to his feet, a bright blush on his cheeks, "U-um... th--thanks," he said, his gaze downwards. Glancing back up to Tristan he smiled too, "Youre pretty good," he replied.

Soran's eyes grew wide as he spotted something behind Tristan. He dragged on the boys hand a shout filling the air from him, "Tristan!" Something tore him from the boys hold though, a bright blue light flashed between them causing Soran to stumble backwards from the force of it. Landing hard on his back he watched, horrified as the female goddess reached out and wrapped her hands around Tristan's shoulders, holding him close.

"My my, how easy you made this for me. A group of Seers with the Guardians all in one place. So convenient, I think Ill be having a bit of fun here," she said with a giggle. Her eyes were a bright orange as she turned to Tristan. She ran a finger down the side of his face as she rested on him, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in possessing any of you. Got orders and all that. Pity really, you seem pretty strong. Such a lovely boy too," she cooed.

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"Enough! Don't touch him! It's Time for round two then.,..Veia?" Jonathan said whilst summoning his blades.

"Oh my my," her eyes shifted from Tristan to Jonathan, "Veia? I think youve got the wrong goddess, little boy. Im not that puny weakling of a goddess. My name is Criea and my specialty is illusions. Allow me to demonstrate," she said wickedly.

"You all look the same to me witch." Jonathan said keeping his guard up.

Turning to Tristan, she grinned at him, "I believe you will enjoy this," she said as the air around both of them seemed to pick up and the brilliant blue shield that had knocked Soran from him boxed them both in, "The blonde is cute, hes yours isnt he? You can watch him die now, over and over..." her orange gaze seemed to swirl around into molten lava as her fingers reached up and craddled his head. Her power exploded in the tiny area that they were in, showing him violent images, all the while her lips curling into a brighter grin.

Jonathan's eyes shot wide at the display of Criea's power, and he began to slowly start growling that signature growl that seems to display his own anger. "Let him go." he demanded.

Tristan didn't turn fast enough as the goddess pulled him from Soran, a look of terror on his face. He shuddered as her finger went down his face. "Get away, you bitch, your not my type." he said out with pure hatred. He heard the interaction between Jonathan and the goddess. And she said her power so nothing she does is real...its not real he kept that thought in his head. Her power exploded in the area where she held him, and his heart skipped a beat. He actually closed his eyes, knowing that it wasn't the best idea. However he could still see the images she sent.

She had somehow pulled from his head what Soran had spoken to him about. He was standing in Soran's house, the night his brother went after him. The vase had already been broken, and Soran was laying on the floor looking up in terror. This time, there was no interruption, as another boy, older and taller then plunged a jagged piece of glass straight into Soran's heart. "Noooo," Tristan screamed, fresh tears running down his face. Its not real, he thought...and kept repeating to himself.

Soran screamed as well, "Tristan!" Lurching to his feet, he slammed into the barrier and bounced right off of it. Hitting the floor again, he groaned as he rolled to his side and got up a second time. Rushing the slightly glowing blue shield, he hit it again. Both fists slammed into the barrier, making it shimmer slightly, but no damage or anything to say that it had weakened presented itself to him. Banging on it, he continued to scream for the other boy who was only a few feet from him, "Tristan!"

Criea turned her head just a bit and grinned at Soran, "Lets try something else. Here, my lovely red headed Seer, enjoy this for a little while longer will you? Scream a little more," she hissed as she bent down to his ear and whispered something to him. The barrier fluxed with her increase of power.

"Tristan! Im right here!" Soran screamed, banging on it again.

Tristan was again closing his eyes, but the images kept coming, one was of Yakosa flaying the boy with a fire so hot, Tristan could have sworn he backed up. Some were a mix of his own fears killing the blond seer, like the spiders crawling all over him, until there was nothing left but dangling flesh and bone. Tristan tried not to think about it, but really thought he was going to vomit. He turned his head, but after the first image refused to scream for her. "ITS NOT REAL," he yelled loudly, his fingers reaching for his magic system. He didn't know if anything would work inside the illusion, but he thought he would give it a try.

The spell he pulled out created his own illusion, as thousand bees started buzzing inside the box. They would pop as they hit her barrier, but then two others would appear. The buzzing became extremely annoying, and Tristan covered his ears.

Rethyn had tried to reach his guardian however upon trying to teleport closer he found himself incased in a barrier. Pulling his sword roughly from his sheath he begun slashing furiously at the barrier as he tried to break through it or at least weaken it. Failing to do so, Rethyn begun cursing to himself as he could only watch the event unfold before him. Tilting his head slightly downwards he gave a deathly glare to Criea.

"Stubborn little boy," she ground her teeth as the incessant buzzing filled the air. At the rate this was going, the entire little barrier she had erected would be full of bees, and their noise was steadily growing. Releasing her hold on his face, she dropped the illusions she had put him through and instead weaved her hand in the air briefly. A long silver sword came into her grip and she reached down to grip a handful of his hair, lifting up his head, "Play time is over, Seer," she said. The barrier dropped and she shoved the sword into his shoulder to get him to stop the strange contraption he had unleashed.

Soran yelled as the barrier broke and he stumbled a bit. His voice cried out again as she wrenched her sword from Tristans shoulder. Barreling into the boy, he took them both to the ground and out of her grip. Releasing Tristan, he rolled over and opened his own system to draw out his gun again. Her molten gaze settled on Soran, "Now you will really die, little Seer," she cooed and flipped her blade around as the entire room erupted with her magic. Everything changed, it seemed like trees of gigantic size had sprouted from the ground. Vines dropped down low to reduce visibility, and a thick fog settled across the floor. Criea had disappeared entirely and Sorans breathing was heavy and worried.

"I think you are all mistaken. I am the goddess of illusions, but I can make them very real" her voice echoed in a cruel growl.

Somewhere in the fog covered trees a voice screamed. Soran lurched, his hand still on Tristan just to make sure he was right there, "Kilia!" he yelled, but there wasnt an answer from her.

Tristan gasped as he felt the sword go through his shoulder, he was dragged from her grip from Soran and he groaned. He had gone unconscience as the goddess once again changed the scenery in the room.

Grayson stood in front of the girls as the goddess appeared in the room. He immidiately made a barrier around both of them, as an added protection. As the scenery changed, he did not move.

Jonathan couldn't believe the tree in the room. Literally. Just before Jonathan was about to engage in battle, something penetrated his thoughts. "Keep your will up, would be knight. I need it for when We have our fun. In the evening. In a clearing not far from this quaint little backyard. Be there Child of Grey." came the voice In his head as he prepared to get to the fight. "Kilia, stay back!" Jonathan shouted.

"You too Soran!" Peter shouted as he summoned a fire spear. "Alright Jonny Boy, let's give her what for!" Jonathan only nodded as he got into a ready stance.

"Leave them Alone Goddess." Jonathan simply said. "Pick on someone your own size,"

Kilia had screamed when the scene changed and she heard Sorans yell for her, but she didnt answer, fear clutching her throat. She leaned forward, her hands gently touching the barrier. After the boys declaration it grew silent. The eerie silence made Kilias skin crawl as she sat there, her heart pounding hard in her chest. The sound of her heavy breathing was the only thing to be heard besides

Julianna next to her. The fog seemed to thicken, growing taller as it had originally started on the ground by only a few inches. Now it was reaching up to cover Graysons knees and slowly edging higher. Kilia slowly curled her fingers against the barrier as she strained to listen or to see anything in the thick forest.

A sound filled the air, cruel laughter that was hollow and made Kilia cringe, "So, would that be you then?" the womans voice asked, but she wasnt anywhere to be seen still. The forest seemed to shift entirely and the vines that had hung down twitched. The ground shuddered, growing soft underfoot and the roots of the trees seemed to all move at once. At first it was slow, but then it exploded outwards with such speed that Kilia gasped. The entire forest grew into nothing but a wicked design of sharpened tree roots and vines that were hell bent on ensnaring anyone that got close to either hang them or tear them to shreds.

"Holy mother Tilley......" Peter said in slight shock. Peter hurled his fire spears at the vines, trying to keep them off him, Jonathan however ended up entangled by his legs And the vines sent him upward.

"Craaaap!" Jonathan shouted as he tried to cut the vines. He wouldn't let the Goddess have her way. "You will not have anyone here witch!!!" Jonathan was close to losing his anger and almost turning his rage to attack the vines and then the tree. "You'll not have anyone!!"

Soran turned around slowly. His portion of the forest was dead silent. Nothing moved, there was no sound aside from his own slightly elevated breathing as he knelt there. Dropping the weapon he had created he finally turned his attention to Tristan, "Tristan," he called frantically, shaking the boy as gently as possible. The fog on the forest floor was just enough to make it hard to see the wound in the boys shoulder and Soran was freaking out, "Tristan," he called again, struggling to keep from breaking down, "Tristan! Come on," he begged, "Tristan, damn it, wake up!"

Tristan groaned again, but something pulled him from his state, "Soran," he said weakly, then he noticed that he really couldn't see anything as the fog was so thick. "Soran," he said again as he took the other's hand. So many emotions were running through his head at the moment, but he was trying to keep from breaking down as well, "Can you help me up please," he got the jist that they needed to move or something, he wasn't really sure, at least he like to be able to see what was above the fog.

Soran nodded, but realized the boy couldnt see him. Sniffing a bit as he settled, he reached down and helped the other upwards as gently as he could. He was trying to be aware of the wound in his shoulder which he wasnt too sure how deep it was. Once he got Tristan up above the thick fog, he wrapped his arms around him and hugged him hard, "Tristan... you scared the hell out me damnit! What the hell!" he complained, though he knew it wasnt really the red haired Seers fault.

He cringed as a slight noise echoed behind them. Whipping around, he pressed his back against the boy and quickly opened his magic system. Summoning his gun off template he hissed in anger at the realization that he had just summoned his practice weapon without thinking, "Shit!" releasing it, he started on a new one, "Tristan, move backwards, keep hold of me until I finish this, I need as much distance as possible... I

Tristan cringed as the other hugged him, but then had to chuckle slightly at Soran's words...that was probably not the right reaction, but if he said anything else he would have distracted the other. He nodded as the other told him to back up. Yet he wasn't really sure what he was backing up into, so he turned, it looked like more trees and fog. "Let just make sure...," he didn't know if he had the strength or not but he started pull a spell as started a floating fire behind him. It was an added protection as it would attract anything harmful to it instead of to the boys.

Kilia stood up as she watched Peter and Johnathan become overwhelemed by the raging vines and trees. Her heart surged as she watched, "Robin!" she yelled as he was lifted up in the air by the cursed living limbs of the forest. The womans voice laughed again as she manipulated the vines even further. They twisted and tangled together, molding into something rather large. The thick roots of the trees reached up and intertwined with the sharp green vines. Slowly it was starting to take shape, an enormous mouth that gaped open to recede back into the features of a giant feline that resembled a jungle cat of some sort. Large paws extended downwards to the ground, moving as it stepped forward, jaw snapping open and closed as a brilliant glow began to emanate from its hollow eyes. It looked between both boys and then down to the other Guardian who stood infront of the two girls. With an ear shattering roar, it crouched down and lunged at all of them.

Grayson looked at the creature that was before him, the sheer size was almost breathtaking. His one response was to create an even bigger barrier to protect him and the other two behind him. Yet he was working furiously on something to attack the creature.

Peter looked at the creature in shock as he began to work furiously at a Fireball "Grayson! Stay back!!! Gonna get hot!!!" Peter started up his Fireball and it grew as big as his head as he hurled it at the cat, hoping to send it flying.

In the meantime Jonathan was working furiously to get himself free. "You bloody coward!! You can't even show your bloody face and try to attack anyone else's minds! Your simply resorting to hide in the shadows! Slug!" He shouted and insulted relentlessly whilst cutting off what finally held his legs together and he landed on a branch. However he immediately gained pins and needles in his feet for a moment.

The fireball hit square into the cat-like creatures jaw. It exploded and ignited some of the vines and tree roots, but it seemed to only anger the creature further. Getting low it growled menacingly and swiped out at Peter. Turning its body at the same time, it slammed into the tree that Johnathan had fallen into, using its weight to make the tree shudder and then slowly topple over. Crieas voice came right after, "Coward? My dear Guardian, this is a war youre fighting, war is a game with no rules. If you dont learn that soon, youre going to die a lot sooner than you wished," she said. The loose vines that were not a part of the raging cat lashed out at Grayson and Johnathan, attempting to once again run them through or ensnare them.

"No rules, only wagers...right?" Jonathan asked as he jumped to another branch, his anger finally taken hold of him, he couldn't hide his mind any longer. "Then here is Mine Witch! I vow here and now this wager! If I ever See your master out of his little vessel I challenge him to a duel! If I win, I make him give back every single life he stole during this rampage!" As Jonathan said this he felt a dark chuckling at the back of his mind, he knew he gave Darion more ammo to throw at him in their later confrontation, if he even survives this one. "I vow to create a power Vaccuum so wide you'll focus on each other instead!!!"

Peter ducked under the cat and summoned several spears of fire and started throwing them at the cat and at the vines aimed for Grayson.

The ones aimed for Jonathan however, Jonathan had to contend with on his own. He started slicing and dicing several vines, but one managed to slash his cheek and make a very clean cut, if not making an odd pattern that almost seemed to fit with his equipment theme. His face turned to one of pain and shock. But his glare remained the same emerald inferno. He didn't care who heard his shouts of anger and rage.

"Oh, I see," Criea cooed, "Your out for a little vendetta, arent you little Guardian? Well, I must say that you are going to be highly disappointed. You see, Oni isnt a man to be bargained with, or dueled with, or threatened or lose to anyone. He doesnt care about any of your petty little squabbles, all he cares about is power to stay alive in this war between gods. And you Seers and Guardians just keep getting in the way. So he wants you all out of the picture, which I will gladly obide by," she laughed.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Soran Feliy Reigailia Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus Character Portrait: Peter O'Cyrus Character Portrait: Jonathan Robert "Robin" Grey
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Grayson was dodging the vines in his own way, some bounced off the barrier he made, as did some of the spears that were coming from Peter, "really need to teach that boy to aim better." He offensive mechanism finally complete. He slightly turned to Kilia, "Protect her," was all he said, as suddenly he had completely vanished from sight as well. He had actually intermingle with the aura of the goddess, something he could usually do during a possession, he was looking from inside, looking for any weakness, and he was looking for her core. He was trying to distract her so the illusion would end, but he would have to find her center first.

Kilia watched Grayson with wide eyes as he told her to protect Julianna. Her heart slammed hard in her chest as she was suddenly left with that order and nothing else. He disappeared completely and she lurched forward with a slight cry for him. Slowly she looked over to the young girl and for a brief moment she only felt terrified at the sudden responsibility that she had been left with. After a moment, she pulled herself together and reached out for the girl. Wrapping her arms around Julianna, she held the girl, "Ill do everything I can," Kilia muttered.

Criea gave a soft growl as she felt the Guardian release himself into the very fabric of the illusion she had created, "Smart, but not clever enough," she said softly, "Perhaps you would enjoy some nicely woven dreams as well? The boys father is your Seer isn't he?" she hummed to herself with a kind of greed and pleasure only a God could commend, "I see, why don't you try harder to keep things from me, Guardian? Your like an open book," she laughed.

Grayson heard her words, but she would have to catch him first. "I've dealt with others like you," he said to her. "Don't think I will be that easy to scare." He realized that she was more complex though, as he she carried so many twists and turns it was easy to get lost. He thought one thing at a time though as he suddenly found a weak spot and attacked it.

Criea screeched loudly as he hit something. Her concentration slipped momentarily as she had been focused on slowly drowning the blonde haired Seer in a heat wave and weariness. With her slipped concentration, the entire illusion wavered, fluxing just enough to reveal the training room once. She gave a scream of rage and flooded the room with her power, twice as strong as it was before. The illusion resettled itself and the creatures that had been attacking, were far more furious this time around than they had been a moment before. Now they were hell bent on killing them all. Criea didn't relent either, pushing as much power as she possibly could into the created illusion and increasing the levels of her illusion forest. The cat screamed in rage to mimic her and thrashed about in a deadly rampage. It slammed into Graysons barrier several times, making Kilia wince in fear and once scream out because she was afraid it would break.

"You'll pay for that, with the lives of these ignorant little kids!" she hollered and weaved her magic to a more deadly potency.

Peter leaped onto the cat, and began to plunge as Many spears into its back as possible. "Leave them alone! Leave them alone Ya accursed wildcat of the Free Marches!!" Peter shouted in anger and rage all his own.

Jonathan didn't know what to do. In fact, he didn't think anyone other then Him and the Goddess heard. He felt like no one cared of his vow. No one cared that he'd throw his life away.

Tristan and Soran

Soran worked furiously, trying to create the weapon that he wanted to use to combat against whatever was in the forest with them. The sound echoed again and he cringed a second time. Glancing up briefly from his work, he backed up faster, hitting Tristan in his haste. Dragging the partially finished spell off the pad, it materialized in his hands. The rifle was large, heavy and he shouldered it without saying a word. Lifting it, he aimed the weapon and fired it off into the fog that was beginning to take an odd shape. The rifle shuddered against his shoulder as it recoiled. The air crackled with the explosion of power he had released into the air. The sound was loud, making him wince slightly. The weapon hissed and then disappeared from his hands. Soran hissed, "Damn it!" he knew it had been partially finished though, but the thing swirling around in the mist before him had startled him so badly that he had freaked out and took the weapon off way before it was ready.

Tristan watched Soran concern on his face, he also watched what was going on with the mist, "did it hit anything," his head was pounding from the sudden noise the gun made. So he wasn't making much sense, "god Soran I wish I could help...," he mumbled underneath his breath. He didn't think he had enough strength even to do the simplest of things and he was feeling useless.

"Fine..." Soran said, his voice shaking slightly, "Its fine, Tristan," he repeated a bit stronger than a moment before. Turning he faced the taller boy and eyed the wound carefully. Though his heart was pounding hard, he had to do something about the bleeding. Looking down at his shirt he tore at it, or tried to anyway. His hands were shaking too much to do anything to his shirt and he was panting slightly. Finally after a moment, he cursed again and removed it completely. Reaching up, he wrapped it around Tristan's shoulder, albeit a bit crudely, and tied it down hoping that would at least help, "Im sorry, Im not a medic or anything close to that," he said and turned to face the growing fog. It shifted eerily and moved around so quickly he couldnt follow it properly. He was starting to freak out a little bit, his shaking was proof of that. Opening his magic system he started again, "I usually do these kinds of things... illusions... but being in one... with no control over it... so much more terrifying," he admitted softly. He was trying to talk and keep his attention off of the growing threat that he could feel edging closer to them.

"Hey you repaying me for the job I did on your leg," Tristan was trying to ease the tension from the other seer, as his also could feel the threat getting closer. "Maybe that is the idea, somehow gain control...an illusion usually is just a trick of the eye most of the time." Damn was he rambling, he didn't think he was anything that made sense. Where was the Goddess, why hadn't she reappeared.


Soran's gaze grew wide and he paused, in the middle of trying to construct yet another weapon. Turning, he looked up at Tristan with wide eyes, "God... I love you," he said and turned back to the system. Scratching the original plan of making another weapon, he started on something else entirely, "Fire with fire... er... illusions with illusions, I guess," he said a bit of a laugh falling from his lips. The eerie sound of something moving in the fog caught his attention again and he froze before shaking his head and trying to ignore it. Breathing heavily he closed his eyes for a moment, "not real, not real," he muttered to himself and worked on the pad. The air moved, cold against his skin and he cringed slightly. "Not real..." he said again, but as he said it he gasped and fell forward, hitting the tree in front of him. Sliding down to his knees, he groaned slightly, making soft sounds of pain. Across his shoulder blade were four long cuts, "Okay... maybe its a little real," he moaned.

"Soran," Tristan called out the other fell, "I've really had enough," again despite hurting his magic system opened, "Angry birds...," well why the hell not, he couldn't think anymore. Suddenly the air filled with these weird looking birds, squawking about. They attacked whatever it was in front of them. They all carried little weapons of their own, some had swords and some had spears. It was mostly a distraction as Tristan bent as best he could to grab Soran, "Finish your spell, and hurry that won't work for long."

Hissing a bit as Soran was helped back up, he nodded his head a bit, "Okay," he offered then glanced around them to see what it was that Tristan said wouldn't last long. He lifted an eyebrow as he watched the weird birds floating around attacking the fog. Was there a sling shot around too? Soran bit his lower lip, he would have laughed had the situation been different, "Angry Birds? Really?" he did give a soft giggle, though. Turning back to his magic system, he continued on the system. His fingers built and rebuilt several aspects of the spell, piling them all a top each other. Sweat was beginning to form on his forehead as he worked, was it getting hotter? He panted slightly, growing weary unusually quickly. His vision wavered slightly as he tried to focus on the pad, "Tristan...Cant... concentrate," he panted. Then, for a brief moment, it lifted and his energy returned. Taking a sudden deep breath he was confused as to what had just happened. Looking up to the red haired Seer, he watched him for a moment, "That was... odd," he said, "I... feel better again," glancing around he noted that some of the fog had shimmered as well and for a single brief moment, the illusion flickered out to show the training room before establishing itself again.

"Tristan... whose doing that?" he asked and then the fog pulled back together and attacked with a vengeance. Soran cursed, covering his face as best he could and feeling long scratches rip across his arms and exposed back. He frantically worked at the pad once more, hissing in pain.

"Grayson..." Tristan whispered, he had witnessed the trick before, a long time ago. He however was distracted as the fog attacked Soran, He suddenly moved Soran in back of him, and the floating flame was now in front of them. He knew that the blond seer might be angry at him later, but in truth, he couldn't pull anymore off his magic system. "Just work...," he said through gritted teeth.

"Tristan!" he yelled and turned to face the boy, but decided against wasting too much time. The best thing he could do right then was to finish his spell. It was probably the last thing he could do for the day having used the system quite a few times already. Trying not to let the situation bother him too much, he worked diligently, fixing things that were wrong and adding to the complex spell, "I'm almost done, Tristan, almost done. I'm sorry, sorry it takes me so long, bear with it a little longer please, just stay with me," he started begging and quickly tried to finish the spell. He gasped in a deep breath of air as he finished the spell, "Done!" he shouted and dragged it off the pad.


Releasing it, the magic did nothing at first and Sorans heart nearly stopped. Then there was a ripple across Crieas entire illusion. Soran glanced around as the forest turned into his own creation. That of a brighter, greener forest with no fog or creatures to speak of. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Tristan, "Hey... I did it. Tris-" his illusion shattered and he winced slightly. With a shudder that filled his entire frame, he felt as if he was being invaded by something very powerful. He couldn't breathe, couldnt move or speak. His small frame dropped to the ground where he writhed as the goddess took over.

Peter felt a sudden urge, "She got to Soran! I gotta get to him! But ho-?!" Peter suddenly stopped and realized. "Light bulb. Alright pussy cat! Ride like the wind, I got a Seer to save! Hyaaa!" He stuck a spear into the cat's hindquarters. But he landed on his own spear. "Yeow me Backside!!!" Peter stood up sharply and turned to Soran and readies his spear and then hurls it at Soran.

Jonathan meanwhile was still standing in shock. The goddess rejected his challenge...he wasn't sure if Kilia heard his declaration or no. But he felt his heart shatter. Jonathan still wanted to do what he had just vowed to do, but he felt so shaken from Criea's scoff and the possibility of Oni's reaction. "He has no real power then.." He tried to say shaking. "Your Master is nothing but a power hungry Tyrant! I'll dethrone him after I make him do what I vow! I'll get all the lives he's taken back! You hear?!!"

Jonathan fell to his knees. "I'll.....get her back...I'll do it, I'll get her back. I need her to smile again..." His cheek started to bleed from the earlier cut.

Kilia watched Robin with wide eyes. She was still holding Julianna, but the room had finally changed back to its original state as the Goddess's power was outdone by something else and then eventually shattering completely to put them all back in the training room. Her heart hammered in her chest as she knelt there with the other girl, still behind Grayson's barrier.

"Robin..." she muttered softly.

Grayson felt a shift inside, she had decided to possess one of the seers. He could feel it, that weakened the rest of her illlusion. He could rip it apart and then they would only have to deal with her. "Sorry," he said to the others, as his aura expanding just to deal with the illusion itself.

Tristan watched in horror Soran fell to the ground. What could he do, the fog was still coming. Then slowly it dissipated, "Oh thank god," he mumbled. He then stumbled away from Soran, and fell to the floor as he saw Peter with his fire spear coming. His was sort of hoping for some mircle to happen at that moment, because he didn't think there was much they could do once the goddess was free.


Just as the gun fired the door to the training room shattered, an energy ball had taken it off its hinges. In front of the girls a wall of ice appeared. Alauric stood there, working his magic pad with fury in his eyes. "You messed with the wrong person's family, you damn bitch." His spells fired off fire balls as a speed that she would have to dodge rather quickly to miss. He was trying to distract her so Soran's guardian could deal with the possession.


Peter prepared another spear as Alauric distracted Creia. Smirking he finally took this opportunity to aim and then throw the spear At Soran's back.

Criea ground her teeth as the older Seer launched a barrage of fire at her. She would have allowed them to hit her, but the vessel she occupied wasn't strong enough to keep it from harming her as well. So she dodged, weaving out of each ball of fire's range. Unfortunately she was unable to fire the weapon either. Concentrating on the attack in front of her, she missed the one coming from behind. It was a terrible downfall of having possessed a human. Had she been outside of his body, neither one of them would have touched her.

The spear ran through Soran, slowing down as it starting through his chest to exit his frame and take the goddess with it. Soran felt himself coming back and Criea losing her hold. But she wasn't going without a fight and her last action shocked and terrified him. His hand raised up, releasing the gun so that it disappeared. He knew the target just as she released the magic.

"Ki...llia," he tried to say, but his voice was cracked as she was still attached to him. Kilia gasped as she fell away from Julianna, her hands flying to her throat to grasp something that was invisible to the eye, but not to Soran. She winced, trying to breath as Criea tightened her grip. Soran fought back, his entire frame straining to hold back the goddess that was intent on breaking the girls neck.

Jonathan struggled with his own will to rush for Kilia to try and reach her, desperate to not lose the one thing left in his whole world. He wouldn't bear the weight of his own guilt for much longer.

He winced inwardly as he pulled on the power that held Kilia tightly. The struggle was long and he was burning, "S-sorry, Kilia," he managed and shifted Criea's hold from Kilia's throat to her shoulder. His own arm gave an audible snap as Kilia screamed in pain too. The pink haired Seer crumpled, probably unconscious from having the goddess's hand suddenly tearing at her shoulder.

The spear finally managed to grip Criea and pull her free. Soran dropped, panting heavily and hardly moving.

Criea glowered at them, stepping backwards as she was thinking through her options. Her head turned slightly as if listening to something and she openly growled in anger, "Fine," she mumbled. Without another word, she faded from sight.

With her fading so did too her barriers as Rethyn finally felt the one around him break down and fade away. Sprinting over to Tristan he stopped just behind his seer as the emotions seen through his eyes were wild with fear for him. One of the worst feelings he had ever had begun to eat at him.

Grayson materilized back in form and fell to the ground by the girls, the barrier had faded as did the ice. He was looking at Kilia, "hold on." He barely got a whisper out before he fainted. Alauric survyed the mess around him, "Anyone that can still walk, we need to get the injured to their rooms." His priority was Tristan as he noticed the wound on his shoulder had bleed through Soran's shirt. He went over and pulled the shirt back. At least the cut was clean through and didn't hit bone. It would probably leave a scar. "This is going to hurt," he said as a knife materialized in his hand, the blade had already had been heated up as he needed to stop the bleeding. The sizzle of skin could be heard as well as Tristan crying out.

Jonathan walked to Kilia and picked her up In his arms and was about to carry her off to her room. "Let's go.." He muttered as he started walking.

Tristan looked at his father from a second, before his eyes went to Soran, "Dad...Soran, is he going to be ok."

Alauric looked at the other seer, "I think you guys are all going to make it."

Soran flinched at the sound of Tristan's voice when his father cartorized the wound in his shoulder. Shifting very slightly, he moved his head enough to look towards them. He couldn't help the small grin that played on his lips as Tristan asked if he would be okay, "I'm... alright...you're worse," he managed to say as he rested his head on the floor again. With a groan he looked over to where Kilia had been, "Kilia?" he asked with a touch of guilt in his voice.

Julianna had been looking at the girls injury and finally spoke, "She had only dislocated her shoulder, I will go and see if Robin needs any help." Julianna had been scared but she had not been injured thanks to both Grayson and Kilia. She smiled at her father so he wouldn't worry for the moment. She left the room soon after. Alauric glanced over at the pile of man that was his guardian, who was not only sleeping, but he was also snoring loudly. He had to chuckle for a second, "Peter can you help Soran, its looks like its you and me." He picked Tristan up and was watching the other just in case he might need help.

"Aye Sir!" Peter said as he picked up Soran. "Let's go little buddy." Peter then walked with Soran out of the training room.

Rethyn had moved so he stood just behind Tristan. He now felt a new sort of frustration he had never felt before in his first life or second. It was if he failed his natural duty, he couldn't protect his seer. "Damn those barriers!" Rethyn thought to himself as he looked down to the ground. If he could only break through them! He knew he could have diced that bitch into pieces if he could only get mobile.

Then the question tore at him. How did she know? She never even lost focus on his barrier for a moment. Did she already know of his abilities or had she just kept him off to the side to find out later? It didn't matter, he was useless during the battle. He needed a way to overcome this disadvantage.

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Following Day

Tristan, Soran, and Kilia


Kilia stirred gently as she woke up on the bed that she had been taken to. Her shoulder burned intensely and she glanced down at it with a frown. She barely remembered the fact that she had been attacked by the Goddess Criea as Soran had been possessed very briefly. Pushing herself up with her good arm, she winced as she moved and opened her magic system. Kilia knew the others needed her healing, and so she didnt use the first spell she normally does when healing. Instead, she pulled off a very basic healing spell to repair her shoulder. As soon as she released the spell, she gripped the sheets of her bed and ground her teeth as she felt the wound pull together. Her shoulder healed, and though a dull ache remained, she could at least move the arm again. Tenderly touching the shoulder and the muscle she bit her lip. Should probably put it in a sling for a while, she thought. Maybe Alauric had one and Robin could help her with it.

First things first though. She got up off the bed and went to the door of the room she was using. She moved down the hall and found herself outside of Tristans room. He had been wounded severely like Soran was. She would do what she could for both of them. Reaching up she knocked on the door, "Tristan, its me," she called.

Tristan hadn't had a very good night, was drugged to help him sleep. However this morning he couldn't tell if he had a fever or not. He was really delirious, he heard a voice outside of his room, and for a brief moment didn't even recognize that, he shook his head. "Come in," he said, not really being able to get out of bed.

Her hand reached for the door and she opened it as another door opened down the hall, pausing for a moment, she looked over and watch Soran as he left the room with a grim look on his face, "Hey! Soran," she called, "You shouldnt be up," she glowered at him and he gave her a small smile.l

"I wanted to see Tristan," he answered shyly.

Shaking her head she heaved a sigh, "Idiot. Boys... boys will be boys I suppose. Whatever, I guess it works fine, have you both in one spot. Ill heal you alright?"

She walked into the room with a slow and ambling Soran right behind her. Kneeling down next to the bed she eyed Tristan, "Hes gonna be alright, right Kilia?"

She looked over her shoulder, "Hell be just fine. Alrighty, which one wants to go first?" she asked with a smile.

Soran pointed at Tristan with his good hand, "He goes first."

Tristan may have been out of it, but it still irked him that they were talking about him. "Fine," he said in a huff, "but next time, he gets a say in the matter." He knew that he was probably worse off, and didn't feel like arguing with Soran or Kilia at the moment.

Soran grinned slightly, "I did get a say in the matter, I told her you go first. Dont you mean I dont get a say in the matter?" Soran asked wilst sticking out his tongue. Kilia shook her head.

Swiping open her magic system, she paused briefly, "Um... Tristan. Promise me one thing," she bit her bottom lip, "Dont tell your dad, K? Techinically not supposed to do this," she said and quickly pulled the spell off to see how injured he really was. The golden light flooded the room and settled over his frame. She winced slightly, but not from her shoulder. Tristan had taken quite the beating. Behind her, Soran groaned slightly.

"Aw damnit Tristan," he moaned, "Why the hell did you have to protect me like that yesterday!"

"Shh," Kilia said and worked on her next spell.

Tristan didn't respond to Soran at the moment, he had already known the guy was going to be mad at him. He had his own reasons, reasons he rather discuss later on. "Lets just say I owed you," he said with a slight grin. He waited on Kilia to cast her healing spell, "Don't wear yourself out on me, you got others to help too." He probably should have just said to wait on him, perhaps another day, he couldn't stop it now.

Kilia eyed him with a deep frown, "Just keep your mouth shut and everything will be fine," she said sternly, though her voice wasnt quite as sharp as she had wanted it. Finally she finished the spell while Soran seemed to pout in the corner as well as try to think how in the world Tristan owed him. Dropping the spell over Tristans frame, she was concentrating on the deep wound in his shoulder first, then she would move to the many other wounds across his body. Thankfully nothing was broken -this time- for him. Still, the gashes all over his body were going to take a lot concentration and they were going to leave scars. She weaved another spell to start right after the first one stopped. The wound in his shoulder would take about three of them to close completely.

"Kilia," Soran called as she continued working.

Shaking her head at him, he went silent again. Finally, after what could have been a half hour of work or more, she dropped the last spell over him, "There," she said in a release of air from her lungs. She watched as the green light glowed over him and slowly faded, "Is that better?"

Tristan did feel better, the fever that had started had left him and he was thinking more clearly. His concern turned to Kilia, "Its better," he said, "what about you how are you feeling." His shoulder was stiff, and it would take awhile for him to get full mobility. Yet he could work that out on his own, he looked over her shoulder at Soran as he finally was able to at least sit up. Why was it that now he couldn't get his words out now that he was clear-headed. Yet if he asked her to heal Soran so soon after him, it would make him feel guilty and selfish. Maybe the other should have gone first...that would have made Tristan feels ten times better.

Kilia smiled at him, "Good," she said and turned to Soran. Motioning towards the chair she urged him to go sit, "Come on, your turn now."

"Kilia... that was three spells in a row. Four actually. Wait, did you heal yourself too earlier? Hows your shoulder? That makes it five! Im fine, I can wait!"

Kilia glowered at him and he went red, pressing himself against Tristans wall almost as if he were afraid of her, "Sit. Now."

"Okay," he half squeaked. As he sat down, he pulled away from her before she could do anything, "But! I demand you do the least taxing okay?"

Kilia rolled her eyes, "Fine, give me your arm, its a clean break it wont take up too much. I promise," she was lying of course but she was determined. Slowly he edged forward, watching her wearily. She lifted her arm and started working on the pad. This time she didnt use the golden magic to bring up what was wrong with him since she had promised to only heal his arm. So, she worked on a spell for the broken bone. Soran glanced over to Tristan briefly before returning his gaze to Kilia. It took her a while, a little bit longer than before, but she finally closed her hand over the entire spell and prepared to pull it off. Looking up at Soran, she turned pink slightly, "Uh... it might hurt... I was never any good at broken bones," she commented.

Soran paled slightly but before he could tell her to forget it, she dropped it over him. He clenched his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping the chair with his good hand as the bone repaired itself. It was over rather soon, but to him it felt like forever. When he stopped, he opened his eyes slowly and tested the arm gingerly, "Holy.... damn... You need to work on that Kilia," he muttered. With a heavy sigh he leaned back trying to get his breath back, "remind me to never break anything again..."

"Yeah, yeah, youre welcome, big baby," she teased. Slowly standing up, she felt a headache pound and fought the urge to sit back down, "Okay... Off to see Robin -er Johnathan. And," she pointed a finger at Tristan, "Not a word to your father," she said and left the room.

Tristan gave her a smile, hoping she didn't see the winch on his face when she had gotten up. She left leaving the room in silence. Tristan was watching the blonde, but what was he going to say. He actually didn't want to say anything, he just wanted to hold on to the other seer, just to make sure he was real. He finally spoke so Soran hopefully wouldn't see the feelings crossing his face. "Come here."

"Hu?" Soran was startled at the sudden command as he had been wondering what to do about Kilia and her condition. She was pushing it too far, that much he knew. If anyone was going to stop her it was either her guardian or Tristans father whom she had made very clear not to talk to about what she was up to. Getting up, he moved over to Tristan and sat on the bed, "Whats up Tristan? Oh and you had best explain what you meant about you oweing me one... when did that happen?" the blonde was clearly confused and trying very hard to remember such an event.

Tristan was shaking his head, how was he going to say this, he knew that it didn't make any sense, "it was those images...I just can't get them out of my head. And I couldn't do anything...just watch. Soran...I want to protect you from everything." He knew those things weren't real, but they had effected him in a way he didn't think possible. He sighed as he couldn't continue.

Soran leaned over, tilting his head a bit as he looked closely at Tristan, "How does that make you owe me one? Tristan... if anything I failed to keep you out of her reach and Im sorry. You shouldnt have gone through that," he started, his face turning a bit red as Tristan told him he wanted to protect him, "I will protect you too, okay? Im sorry I didnt that time," leaning forward even more, he kissed the red haired Seer. Pulling away after a minute, he reached out and ran his fingers across the boys face before curling into his hair at the nape of his neck, "Did.... did you want to tell me? What did you see? Would it help, even a little?"

Tristan was more surprised by the kiss than anything else, it had been the first time that Soran kissed him first, and he couldn't think clearly for a second, "Please don't apologize, its wasn't your fault that she was so quick. And I don't want you to have to think about what I saw, it...wasn't very pretty." He sighed trying to let go, "No one should have to go through that," he said as he wrapped his arms around the other. "Just stay and let me hold you please."

Soran nodded as he allowed the other boy to embrace him. He returned the hug as well, leaning into him, "Ill stay, for as long as you want. I wont go anywhere, I promise," looking up at him, Soran grinned a bit, "You wont be getting rid of me that easily," he purred and shifted around to a better position. His head was pillowed by Tristans shoulder, nestled next to his throat right under Tristans ear. It was warm there, and the boys skin was soft. Soran giggled a bit, probably giving away his intentions but he couldnt help it, "I can help you think of something else you know," he said and promptly bit the boys neck gently.

Tristan smiled at the other's words, gosh what was wrong with him. He hadnt fallen so fast for anyone else before. The position he was holding Soran went from innocent to not so in a few seconds as the other bit his neck, "You little...," Tristan was blushing furiously. "I am trying to be...nice here."

Soran giggled again, "Im being nice too. And Im not little," he said with a pout up to the other who was clearly much bigger than himself, leaning forward he bit him again, this time on the ear lobe, "See, Im helping. What are you thinking about now?" he whispered in the boys ear.

Tristan wasn't really thinking though, as the other bit his ear, he groaned instead, "Soran...," his voice came out low. "You are a tease," he didn't want to stop the other...but neither one of them were in great condition at the moment. "Just..." oh he couldn't get the words out of his mouth.

Soran laughed, "Just what? Certainly you dont want me to stop do you? I mean, I could if you wanted, but it seems you cant talk properly. Is this yet another little weakness of yours, Tristan? Wow, I just keep scoring dont I? All it takes is a little nibble, like this," to emphasize he bit him again, just under the ear, "and perhaps telling you how hot you are, how sexy this actually really is and all of that. I should really practice on making you speechless like this. Its fun," he grinned and pushed on the other boy to lay him down, "So. What will it be? I can keep going. Teasing is my specialty you know," he said with a slight wink as he straddled the other.

Every word and every action just sort of Tristan let go of his resolve. He didn't really want to stop the other in the first place, so who was he kidding, He finally just looked up at the other, "Fine...tease away." he said grinning at the blonde.

Soran lifted an eyebrow, "Suspicious.... Your planning something arent you?" he asked slowly, "Well fine then. Time to pay you back -again- for making me speechless all the time," he commented with a grin and decended down on the boy. He started with a kiss while his hands indulged in running all along the boys muscles. Then he continued with biting him again, "This is kind of fun," he muttered softly though he was starting to think that it was having the opposite effect now. He wasnt thinking properly as he continued biting the ear and neck down to the shoulder gently, the collar bone next and finally to his chest. Damn... gotta stop, this is... freaking.. He went back up to Tristans face and kissed him again, "You really suck," he groaned slightly.

Tristan had been enjoying everything, he noticed the slowing down of kisses though and finally after the last kiss and Soran's words he started to softly laugh, "I suck...," Tristan's mind went elsewhere for a second. "What's wrong are you done teasing already," he couldn't help the words falling from his mouth.

"Did you bite off more then you could." He asked the question seriously, trying not to lose it at that moment.

His face grew bright red as he watched Tristan, "N-no! I-I didnt... its just... well," he fought to get the right words as he still was positioned right over Tristans prone form. He glanced down at the boy and felt his face turn even redder, "Its just... your way too hot. Its your fault, why are you so hot?" he asked tilting his head a bit. Soran leaned down at nibbled at the boys ear again, "Youre terrible, I hope you know," he said softly, "I cant... help it."

He couldn't help the laugher now, "I am sorry Soran..." he couldn't even say it. His laughter got slightly louder, "Oh...what I am going to do with you," he said, "I can't help it either," he finally admitted, "I find you intorablely cute, every time you say something, I just want eat you up, I never can think of the right things to say...it seems. I can tease, but I can't be serious. And well...um." Tristan stopped when he realized he just dug himself into a hole. One that he had to finally say how he felt to get out of...he would really like one of those thought bubbles just to appear above his head with the message loud and clear. "I really like you Soran," no it was more then like but he found himself not being able to say that other L word at the moment.

Soran pulled away to look directly at Tristan. He was shocked at first, but then felt elated at the boys words. With a bright smile he leaned down a laugh on his lips. Craddling Tristans head between his arms, he pressed his nose against the others, "Yeah? I really like you too, Tristan. A lot, like... so much that I just... cant hold it in anymore," he turned slightly and kissed him again, except there was no teasing in this one. He kissed the boy for a long while, trying to contain himself but failing miserably. When he stopped, he was flushed and out of breath, almost like he had been when Tristan had kissed him a little while ago, "I... really... want you, Tristan." he said softly.

Tristan returned the kisses but then mind went completely blank when he heard those next words. He stared at the other for a second. It wasn't that he didn't comprehend the meaning. He just couldn't form an answer. "Soran," he whispered back finally, "I really want you too."

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Kilia and Jonathan


If it wasn't one thing, it was another. True to his word, Jonathan went to a clearing after dealing with Kilia, and then dueled the Ghost of Darion the Turncoat. The fight lasted almost till midnight for him. He felt worn out, and beat up to say the least. So he stayed in his room and dealt with his own wounds. The one on his cheek from Creia, and her words on his anger filled wager against Oni, were on his mind. Not to mention how Darion commented on it.

"Laughable! Are you trying to preach for your own Atonement? It does not matter, Would be Knight, how many times you try to cry out for forgiveness, it shall never erase your own guilt nor the fact your ancestor humiliated me! For a Seventh and final try, Damian really scraped the bottom didn't he?"

The words felt like blows to him. He felt thoroughly angered, yet that was giving way to guilt, and for Jonathan, whenever guilt came to mind, sickness was not too far behind.

Kilia ended up outside of Jonathan's door. She hesitated briefly. His words the day before had struck her hard, confused her to the point that she wasnt sure if she had heard him right or not. She was definitely going to find out exactly what it was that was going on with him recently. Reaching up she knocked on the door albeit a bit rougher than normally. Kilia was a bit miffed at the situation, but perhaps he had his own reasons for not confiding in her. Still though.... she knocked again, "Jonathan," she called, using his full name so that he knew she meant business this time. She would still heal him of whatever injuries he had, but she really wanted to talk to him too, thoroughly.

Jonathan jumped in alarm, almost hitting the cut with a little too much medication to prevent infection. "Ouch! Gosh dang it." Kilia was knocking on his door, and she didn't sound happy, it was only then he realized finally that Grayson's force field was not sound proof. Quickly he hurried and put his back to the books he borrowed in an attempt to hide them, and he also made sure he wasn't at all looking like he was sick, but he was starting to slowly pale in the way he looked in guilt-sickness.

"It's open!" He said in the most normal tone he could think of.

Kilia opened it and stepped in, her gaze falling to where he was almost immediately. Without a word, she closed the door and leaned on it a bit heavily before moving towards him. Sitting down in front of him, she still didnt say anything as she opened the system and worked the spell to show her the injuries. Dragging it off, she dropped the golden glow on him. There were several cuts, and a handful of bruises but otherwise he was fine. She sighed a bit in relief, "Alright hold still for a while," she said as she worked on the next spell to heal him.

"Don't even think about it Kilia. You look worn out as it is." Jonathan stated, trying to keep his cool and composure. "How's the shoulder? You need a sling?" He was desperately trying to not crack under the sudden pressure his mind started to give him from Her presence. Almost as if she wasnt there just to touch up his wounds.

"Just, shush for a minute," she countered and continued anyway, "You aren't hurt that badly so it won't be that hard for me to heal alright?" she said and worked on the spell diligently. She was quiet for sometime but as she neared the end of the spell, she glanced up at him, "You have a lot of explaining to do, Jonathan," she said with slightly narrowed eyes and released the spell to heal his wounds.

"What explaning? I don't recall doing anything stupid or unworthy in front of you." Jonathan said, although he started to pale even further as he started to have a queasy feeling in his stomach as his wounds were healed. "I mean, so I decided to try and think to myself during the past few days. But that's not anything worthwhile to banter about is it?"

Jonathan knew it was coming, she was definitely not going to let that one blindside her. It was also bad timing when Damian finally showed up. "Hey Robin how was Darion-oooooh....uhhm." Damian said to him before seeing his situation. "Am I interrupting something?"

Jonathan wiggled several of his fingers, one would say to relieve some stress but it was also a code phrase for Damian to be quiet or the situation would get much much worse.

As the green glow faded away after healing his cuts and bruises, Kilia glowered up at him, "Nothing stupid or unworthy? Really Jonathan!? Than what was all that about dueling this Oni, and making him bring back the dead! Are you out of your mind! You idiot!" she yelled as she stood up. However, between the amount of spells she had used and her own angry voice, she stumbled and fell forward towards him.

Jonathan didn't have time to react or catch her as he didn't want to hurt her bad arm. So he grabbed her waist and both fell onto the bed. "And who else did you heal then? Some of the others?" Jonathan asked slightly amused. "I meant what I said to that goddess. Maybe it is my own guilty conscience, maybe it's the ghost of my ancestor, or maybe it's the right thing to do, I said it and I cannot take it back."

Jonathan looked away from her to avoid her stern gaze, the one cut on his cheek has now turned into some form of intricate scar and was facing Kilia. "I'm sorry you had to hear my own rage, I feel like a fool..."

"Idiot," she said softly, "You are a fool," she continued with a frown. Heaving a heavy sigh, she shook her head a bit against the pillow. It was starting to get rather comfortable where she was laying and she tried to ignore the fact that he was laying with her. That was certainly difficult, especially since she wanted to stay mad at him, which was only slightly working, "Robin. Don't go off and duel this stupid Oni person, thing, God, whatever. I-I know that he... killed mom," she breathed and looked away to continue, "But. Even you can't bring back whats already lost. Yes, it hurts. Yes she was all I had, and yes I do want her back. But... honestly Robin. I know she can't come back. There is nothing you can do for that. But there is one thing you can do, for me," she said softly, turning to look up at him.

For a moment she paused then reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down, "You can be here for me. Thats enough. I have you, and I have Alauric and Grayson and everyone else. Just be here for me and no more stupid irrational threats or taunts or whatever. Or else," she said firmly. With a sigh she buried her face into his chest, "And one more thing," she added, though her voice was muffled, "You are going to tell me everything from now on. Starting right now. You keep mentioning ghost of your ancestor. Now start talking, and tell it truly," she said as she hugged him.

Jonathan felt almost close to feeling guilty for even trying to do what he was planning to do and not tell Kilia, she almost felt like she accepted her loss. But she then started to embrace him in a hug, then demanded she be told everything from now on. Starting at that moment with Damian.

"What if I told you, the ghost of the Grey Knight has haunted me, since I was sixteen?" He asked her seriously. "And that he was in this room at this moment, and he may leave for now thanks very much!"

Damian shrugged. "Don't rush anything, sure tell her everything. Let's see if she thinks your sane afterwards!"

"That's what Veia sensed with me. He's been trying to find a replacement in his bloodline to become a knight ever since his passing, or he's not gonna cross over. I'm his seventh and last chance. If I fail, he's hellbound. On another note, he eavesdropped on Alauric and... Your mom and not told me about it. Believe me or not, that is the truth. Except for one little secret I think you already know."

Kilia frowned as she held onto him and listened. A ghost follows him? The Grey Knight hu? The same that my family told stories of... she thought to herself. It was amazing and scary at the same time. She glanced around the room even though she knew she couldnt see him at all, "This ghost is the same in the picture at my home, isnt he? Well... that just made things interesting I suppose," she said with a sigh, "I already know your a knight, I mean you brandish that amazing sword of yours all the time so why not. Not to mention... the way you talk sometimes," she looked up at him and giggled a bit, "Its kinda old fashioned, Robin," she said with a smile. Settling herself, she glanced around again, "Hey... is he... here? Your ancestor?"

"Yes, he's here... But I feel this is a rather private moment so he should leave whilst I have my hands full." Jonathan said with a smirk on his face. "His first name is Damian. And no, I haven't found a way for him to show himself to others."

"Hey! Come on! There are certain rules ya know! I mean, wait...hands full, private? Jonathan, you're gonna?" Damian asked trying to add two and two together.

"Though, I could try one way, yet I wonder if it'll work. It pertains to a small secret you already know." Jonathan said softly So only she could hear.

"A secret I only know?" she replied. It took her a moment and then she flushed scarlet red, "R-Robin!" her voice squeaked as she recalled the night that he had told her he loved her. She hardly remembered due to the situation at the time, but his words had stuck.

"Yes, that." Jonathan said as he pressed his lips against hers. He held the kiss for a few moments then pulled back. "I love you, Kilia Linovahle."

"Finally the idiot does it!" Damian said with a bit of satisfaction before realizing something. "Wait, if she says those three words as well...crap! Gotta hide!" Damian rushed for the bathroom and leaped into the tub to hide himself.

Kilia thought that her face was going to explode as he leaned down and kissed her full on. She gasped a bit but her voice was muffled right after. As he pulled away, she was breathless and unable to think properly, "Robin..." she breathed, watching him for a long while. Finally she smiled, "This is what I mean. You are so old fashioned," she laughed a bit, "I love you too, thank you," she said and pulled him back for another, longer kiss.

"Crap, she can now see me.." Damian muttered to himself from his hiding place. "Least she won't see me in here!"

Jonathan watched her reaction slowly as she smiled and reaffirmed that this is what she meant as she confirmed her love for him and pulled him back for another kiss. Now it was his turn to be slightly shocked. The red color that rushed to his cheeks as she kissed him was like a wildfire. "Then I'll be here for you...always." Jonathan said within his mind.

Kilia pulled away so that she could breathe. Her gaze was languid as she looked up at him, "Wow, I... never realized... how amazing you are, Robin," she tilted her head, feeling her long tendrils of pink hair shifting on the pillow, "Yes, I think I fell in love with you a long time ago," she said, somewhat to herself as she smiled again, "stay here a while longer please," she said as she curled her fingers together in his hair.

Jonathan looked down at the beautiful woman before him, who was actually confessing that she was in love with him for a long time. At her request he only smiled as he leaned close so their noses would touch. "As you wish Kilia." He replied softly.

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Later that night

"Alauric!" Soran called, trying to find the man as he moved quickly through the house. This was important! It was imperative! It was.... Soran rounded a corner and promptly hit the side of the wall without thinking, "Ow!! Damnit! Who put that there!" he yelled in frustration but blushed because he knew the wall actually belonged there, "Alauric! I need to talk to you, er... well I need to talk to everyone but..." now he was mumbling to himself.

A door opened in another hallway, "Fuck...," apparently someone stubbed his toe, "Whose calling my name," Alauric's voice came from nearby, he could be heard walking fast down the hallway. He stopped abruptly as he almost ran into Soran, "Soran do you know what time it is," he said with a serious tone, "You almost gave me a heart attack."

He stumbled a bit, "Ah, shit- I mean... crap, uh... crap... Sorry Alauric," he stuttered, "I-I know what time it is, Im really sorry, I would have come sooner but I was.... umm," his face immediately went bright red. Shaking his head furiously he cleared his throat, "A-anyway! I need to talk to everyone and you especially. You see, I was just about to get some sleep and then I had this idea and it woke me up and now I cant sleep. Alauric, I want to go to that town. The one that we... saw the other night."
Alauric yawned, "Well let me listen, and we can fill everyone else in the morning, is that okay"

Soran nodded eagerly, "Yeah, okay. Well, here let me start with this," he swiped open his magic system and pulled off what he had been working on just moments before rushing out of Tristan's room, "here, its a communication device for us," in his hand dropped a slender looking device with a single hook on it and an ear bud. Extending down from the earbud was the slender microphone, "I modified it so that only people who have it from my system can use it and we can all contact each other. I... don't know the range on it yet or if it works under ground or in concrete buildings. Which is one reason why I want to go to that destroyed town. It would be perfect to test these. The other reason I want to go is because I want to test something else. When I was working on my illusion yesterday after the attack and over took Criea's, she completely shattered mine and I felt it. Something like that has never happened before. I want to see if I cant trace something like that with my system. Almost like a residue of sorts left behind when a God or Goddess cast particularly powerful spells. So... I wanted to see if I could do that." he finally finished explaining, and for the briefest moment realized exactly what it was he was saying. He glanced up to Alauric and prayed the man wouldn't yell at him.

"Ok so, let me repeat what you are saying, you created a communication device...which I do see the usefulness in that, but the other thing...you want to trace a goddess' spell. Why, where do you think it will actually lead."

Soran reached up and scratched at his cheek a bit, looking away from the older Seer, "Umm, well. I thought that if I could trace it, then I could detect it before they ever sneak up on us again like they keep doing, those rat bastards... I mean!" Soran flushed and looked back up at Alauric with a small, hopefully, innocent smile, "Its just a starting point really. If I can trace it, then I can detect it, but I have to trace it first."

Alauric stood there he was really thinking about what Soran was saying, knowing when the 'rat bastards' were coming was an advantage. Yet, "I really don't know Soran, its risky, and sending you or anyone for that matter."

Soran swallowed dryly, "Funny thing was, I was originally going to go do this myself, probably with Peter to tag along, but I think Tristan would probably have my as- butt on a hot plate, and that wouldn't be fun really. Um, don't tell him that was my original plan he will kill me for sure. So, then I thought that maybe all of us together would be alright. A-and we could have Tristan and Grayson use that one spell they did to see the place. We could see if any Gods or anything are there. If not, then... we would be alright."

Alauric looked at Soran for a second, the kid had a good idea. "We will be more exposed out there," he said, "maybe that can be helped someway. Can we discuss this with the others though before a final decision is made."

"Y-yeah! So... in the morning then... Okay, thank you Alauric and... sorry for waking you, Ill try not to do that often," he said with a faint blush.

"Yeah, yeah...," he muttered as he turned back to his bedroom, "you should get some more rest as well."

That Morning

Kilia yawned. It was so early. Why were they up early again? Oh yeah... Soran wanted to tell us something she reminded herself and made her way to the training room with Johnathan in tow. Making her way up to the second floor of the Belvedere home, she mumbled to herself about wanting peaches. She was hungry and something sweet and juicy was exactly what she was in the mood for. Opening the door to the room, she spotted most of the gang there already. Soran was just about bouncing as he was waiting for everyone. How the hell does he have so much energy right now? she complained to herself. Kilia wasnt a morning person in the lest. Taking a seat on the floor she stretched and yawned.

"Ah man, Soran, why so early?" she complained, puffing up her cheeks a bit.

"Sorry," he said with a smile, "I couldnt wait any longer," he glanced over to Tristan before looking around the room, "Ill start when everyone is here."

"And what was it you couldn't wait for any longer?" Jonathan asked very bluntly. He was blunt in the morning. Always was. Always will be. But that didn't stop something from slapping the back of his head.

"Rise and shine Jonny boy!" Damian shouted at him. He was walking to an elusive spot So that he was within earshot of the two so he could make signals and suggestions to them.

Kilia saw the ghost from the corner of her eye and she couldnt help the laugh that escaped her, "Well, what a wake up call there Robin," she grinned.

Alauric and Grayson were standing against the wall, Alauric had already filled in his guardian on what was happening, and told Soran since it was his idea he would have the floor. Tristan though didn't really look that happy for some odd reason. He wanted to go back to bed...for more then one reason.

Standing a little ways away from his Seer, Rethyn stood with his sheathed sword between his arms. He had not exactly had his night like shift end just yet and seemed wide away still. Glancing over at his Seer he took notice of the look upon his face but didn't say anything about it. Looking to the rest of the group he said "Morning everyone."

"It's not A good Mornin laddie...." Peter said, half dragging himself to the room. "Soran, what kakamane scheme did ya come up with now little buddy??"

Jonathan looked at Kilia and whispered softly. "Don't acknowledge him, he'll only cause more antics and make us look crazy talking to him." Damian was chuckling at the reactions Kilia gave him as he prepared for his usual eavesdropping thing.

Sorans face flushed, "L-little! Im not little! Wait... never mind thats not the point," he stuttered, his voice cracking just a bit as it squeaked slightly, "A-anyway. Sorry for the early morning. I was up all night," he coughed hard, face a brilliant red.

"It's okay to be little." Rethyn interjected before going quiet again. His attempts at social interactions were very much so lacking.

Soran turned to him and opened and closed his mouth, unsure of how to take that, "I-I... oh fine, whatever. Anyway! On topic here!" Soran said, desperately trying to keep things off of his small size though he was blushing furiously once more and seemingly cursing himself. Kilia tried to keep her giggling to herself as she nodded to Jonathan in regards to ignoring Damian.

Soran cleared his throat and opened his magic system. Pulling off the item he had created the night before he showed it to everyone.

"This is a communications device, like a radio except it only works with others like this one from my system. No one else can tap into or listen in to its frequency because its directly linked through my magic system, which is really next to impossible to hack into," he grinned a bit as he showed the little device, "Now. The only things I don't know about it are the range and if it works in concrete buildings or underground or anything like that. I have two proposals," he started off great, but then slowed down. He was desperately trying not to look at Tristan or Alauric for that matter.

"I... need to test these and I wanted to test them at the destroyed city that we had seen. The other reason I want to go there is because the other day during the fight with Criea, when she broke my system I sort of felt her power and I want to see if I can trace a Gods power. If I can trace it, then I can build a system off of that to detect it."

"Jonathan...Jonathan! Bail out! Bail out! Bad idea! No go!" Damian started wheezing out in lowered whispered like stances.
"Would it be possible for me to take one teleport into the city, test it, then teleport back here?" Rethyn asked.

"Or better yet, test it in the Backyard into the woods for a few miles. Also, to the second proposal, are you out of your mind? We can't risk anyone's safety on something that could potentially kill any of us trying to get something as ambitious as a Radar." Jonathan said in a manner of a debating tone.

"Oh sure, like going toe to toe with big bad Oni to try and restore lives lost wasn't a stupid idea Laddie?" Peter said in a peeved tone. He hadn't had Anything to eat and was becoming extremely crabby at the nearest person he saw. Namely at the moment, Jonathan.

Alauric looked at the people in the room, and sighed. So many different attitudes...it was a bad thing. He looked at his son for second...Tristan was being extremely quiet.

Rethyn's tone shifted in annoyance. "If I am correct Soran here said he wanted it to go in the city, not the woods. And to defend my "insane" point, you don't seem to realize how fast I can preform this act. My max range of distance is roughly around two miles. I could flash in, test two words into the device and flash back here. But you know, don't listen to me I am crazy." Rethyn rolled his eyes.

Soran raised up his hand shaking his head a bit, "Alright alright, damn. Rethyn, though you do have a point, I already know for a fact they wont work at that distance. That city, town, whatever, is like four hours from here, thats too far. And, Jonathan, though the idea of testing the distance in the forest is great, what I need to test is concrete buildings and things like that. A city is the perfect setting"

"Then you may leave me out of it. I will not risk it just to test communications and pull off a suicide mission. Even if one idea is better then the other." Jonathan said. "And tell your guardian keep his nose out of MY affairs."

"Alright fine...the hell?" Soran was caught off guard at the request.

"Oh, oh your affairs is it hero?" Peter retorted as he began to circle around Jonathan. "Your Affairs? I'm sorry about this but you're out of Line boyo with me. Dont piss me off either. I can lick you any day, anytime!"

Jonathan swiftly punched him in the jawline sending Peter back a ways. "Bad mistake Boyo." Peter muttered.

Soran sighed heavily and glanced over to Alauric, "A little help please," he mouthed.

Alauric sighed again, and nodded toward his guardian, Grayson grinned slightly as he put himself between the boys, "Either one of you two move again, you will be shut inside a barrier all day, except for your hands, which I will glue together. Let the boy finish..please."

"Thank you," Soran sighed, "Maybe should have waited till after breakfast," he muttered to himself as he ran a hand through his hair, "Well if no one else is willing, than Ill just do it myself which was the original idea-" he shut up real quick then and coughed
hard, "I-I will do it. It wont take me long anyway. I just need a few things," he continued a bit louder than before, "And we can always look at the area too using that spell you and Grayson used the other day," Soran waved his hand at Tristan but didn't look at him, "To see if anything is there, like another God or something. If there isn't anything there then I can go and do this real quick. It will be easy and Ill be back by the end of the day."

Alauric knew that Soran going alone was a bad idea, "Kilia...do you have an opinion," he asked out of curiosity, he wanted to hear what everyone had to say

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Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Soran Feliy Reigailia Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus Character Portrait: Peter O'Cyrus Character Portrait: Jonathan Robert "Robin" Grey
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Kilia and Company



Peter glowered at Jonathan who only stared back in an almost calm relaxed manner. "You and me Boyo, after Breakfast." Peter stated angrily.

"If you insist." Jonathan said calmly.

Kilia barely caught Alaurics words through the other two boys. She stood up and glowered at Jonathan for a moment, "Good god, you two, knock it off," she said and walked between them to better se Alauric and Soran, "Well... I have to admit it’s really dangerous and I really don’t know if it’s worth the risk. On the other hand, being able to tell when a God is coming before it comes could really help a lot. We have been struggling lately against them because they tend to pop up on us without any warning. Especially the stronger ones. They have been getting through the barrier with ease these days, which has me worried," she tapped her lip gently as she watched Soran who looked relieved that at least one person was on his side for the moment.

Shrugging she looked over to Alauric, "If he goes, I am going. You’ll need someone who can heal should something happen. But I insist on looking at the place first before we even go. Or!" she brightened up as if an idea had struck her, which it had, "Rethyn! How many people can you teleport at once? I mean, if we check it out from here, make sure it’s clear, and then have Rethyn teleport some of us there, we could have this done even faster than driving out there."

Soran mentally thanked Kilia a million times, but he was worried about Tristan out of all of them. He hadn’t said a word yet and that was scary in and of itself.


Jonathan raised an eyebrow at Kilia's proposal but he then sighed with relief at the amendments she made to the plan to make it quick and efficient. "That's my Girl." He muttered to himself in an almost praiseworthy manner.

"Wait... Are you?? You're sweet on the girl!!!" Peter said in slight surprise.

Alauric shook his head, before he turned to Rethyn, he looked to where his son was supposed to be...when had Tristan left and no one noticed. "Um...well Rethyn, I guess that leaves the questions that Kilia asked you, which I am kind of curious about myself."

This is resting on you Rethyn, Soran thought frantically as Alauric called for his attention to the matter. It wasn’t until that moment that he noticed Tristan’s absence from the room. His chest experienced a heavy pressure then as if something heavy were sitting on him. Soran swallowed dryly wondering where the other boy had gone and what he was thinking. It couldn’t have been good. Soran frowned as he looked down at the floor, flipping the little device between his fingers unconsciously while he stood there. Tristan... you’re not mad are you? Maybe... God I hope he isn’t. This is going to be hard to deal with, he was a bit lost in thought then.

Rethyn's eyes shifted to Kilia as the question was asked. He never thought about teleporting them along with him. Thinking about the question he lowered his chin for a moment as dipped off into thought. A moment later he looked back to her as he said "I can take just about everyone here. My distance will be reduced however, and only after a few teleports my energy will be sapped faster. However, if I were to take a smaller group it wouldn't be as strenuous." Rethyn breathed gently through his mask as he finished with. "If I go to hard I will lose consciousness, my body would have to be watched over...I would prefer that not to happen."

Kilia nodded, "Well then. Like I said, I will go if Soran is going, which I think he is. In that case, we won’t all go. Only a few of us. How many exactly, Rethyn?" Kilia asked, watching him as she held her chin between a few fingers, an arm over her chest with the other settled atop it.

Rethyn brought his fist to the chin of his mask as he thought again. "I would have to say three would be the best number of people. It would be hard, but I can manage that number."

Kilia smiled gently, "Alright, well then I think it’s decided. Me, you, Soran and Tristan...." she looked around the room, "Who isn’t here... damn. Alright, someone has to go tell him," she said, her gaze leaning over to Soran who blushed furiously.

"Yeah yeah, I’ll tell him," the blonde Seer said. Kilia smiled and nodded. Looking to Alauric, there was one last person to get permission from.

"So, what do you say Alauric? Or is this up to us for now?"

Alauric looked at the floor for a second, not really knowing if he liked this idea or not, "I say give it go..."

"Alright. Then it’s settled for sure," Kilia nodded. Soran gave a sigh as he felt a slight bit of tension release.

Soran left the room like everyone else did, he had to find Tristan, one to figure out why he left and two to tell him that he was going with them to the city. Rushing down the stairs he wondered where it was the boy had gone to. His heart pounded hard as he bit his lip.

Kilia turned to the two boys still seemingly glaring at each other as if they wanted to tear each other apart, "Really?" she asked in a sharp tone, one hand up on her hip, "This early in the morning?" With a roll of her eyes she stormed past them to go down to the kitchen, "Well, I’m making something to eat, you two hot heads can either come eat with me or take your stupid squabble outside," she said and gave Jonathan a meaniful look before she disappeared down the stairs.

Bringing a hand to the back of his neck, Rethyn rubbed it gently as he walked over to one of the chairs to take a seat. His night shift sleeping pattern was almost up as the daylight was coming. Dropping his head back he wanted to sleep, but he was worried that someone would take his mask from his face. He was trying to give more trust but it was hard. He couldn't, he wasn't ready yet.

Jonathan looked at Kilia's retreating figure and calmly walked to follow her. "Coming Kilia!" he said as he hurried. Peter sighed as his own stomach grumbled as he silently agreed with his own stomach and ran like a fire. Peter can have plenty of time to fight the upstart later.

Jonathan managed to catch up with Kilia At the bottom of the stairs. "Sorry about that honey... He was asking for a punch to his face." Jonathan explained calmly trying to not anger her further.

"I'd say that meeting went a little well. Nice save there Missy by minimizing time and risk." Damian said keeping his pace with the two. "Jonny boy, nice left hook. Let's see if that upcoming sparring session does anything useful later on though. Speaking of sparring I interrupted your moment while asking...did Darion rough ya up some?"

"Let's get off that party wagon before too many questions are raised on that session." Jonathan muttered in total embarrassment. "Didn't have time to explain to Kilia that yet." Jonathan flushed red at the thought of it. How would he tell her he had to fight against the ghost of Damian's mortal enemy the other night??


Soran, in the meantime, knocked on the door to Tristan’s room, hoping he was there. If he wasn’t he was going to have to scour the entire house for him.

From inside the room it was safe to say Tristan had been sulking, and thinking, and then sulking. When he heard the knock though his heart went in a rapid motion. "Go away," was his first response, still to mad at Soran.

Soran sucked in a sharp breath, his head raising to look at the door in shock, eyes wide. Hurt crossed his features as he bit his lower lip and turned a full circle before he opened his mouth and leaned against the door, "Tristan... I’m sorry. What are you mad about? Did I... say something?" he asked, though he was almost a hundred percent sure he knew what it was.

The door suddenly opened, "What the fuck, Soran...," Tristan looked at with anger in his eyes, "Don't play stupid and naive now, you know exactly why I am angry." He didn't want everyone to hear this conversation though, "Come in, close the fucking door after you do." He walked back over to his bed and threw himself on it.

Soran gasped as the door opened for him. What met him though, wasn’t the nice, sweet Tristan he was used to. This was the Tristan he had seen the very first night they had met, except now the red haired boys anger was directed at him. Soran couldn’t speak, he couldn’t find his voice as he stared at the other, speechless and shaking slightly. As the other Seer retreated into the room, he followed slowly, his footsteps like lead, and closed the door. He pressed himself against it, staring at the floor unsure of what to say. "Tristan... I..." his voice was soft as he stood there, "Sorry. I won’t go alone, I promise."

Tristan looked at him slightly in disbelief, "What...that is what you thought I was mad about, and yes I know you won't fucking go alone, I am going with you, and you can't say anything about it." Tristan sighed trying very hard to calm himself down, "I really thought you trusted me, yet you couldn't tell me any of this last night. And don't think I didn't notice you missing, that sort of hurt you know. You went to my Dad before everyone else...even me." Tristan was just a mess of emotions at the moment, he didn't know what to say to the other.

"Tristan..." Soran gasped. Wow... I was sooo wrong he thought to himself, "I-I’m so sorry... I... honestly thought you were asleep... after all that," he scratched at his cheek, blushing again, "Tristan... I didn’t mean to leave you out, I really didn’t," he said and stepped away from the door. He knelt down next to the bed and put his arms up on it where he propped up his head, "Tristan?"

"Soran..." Tristan was ready to forgive the other, he had been since the knock on the door, but he wasn't have a hard time saying the words, "I need to know that you are actually going to let me in on things before running into danger. I told you last night...I want to protect you in everything."

Sorans gaze grew soft, he felt the threatening burn of tears as he knelt there, "Sorry, Tristan. I didn’t mean to blindside you. I really wasn’t thinking about it like that. I promise that from now on you will be the very first person I talk to about anything, okay?"

"Oh god...did I sound that selfish," Tristan was trying to figure out if he wanted to laugh or cry, "Soran, I am sorry...you were right with you said I was possessive, god I can't even think straight when you are around, what kind of person would I be when you need me the most. I don't want anything to happen to you."

Soran laughed lightly, dropping his head into the crook of his arm to hide his tears, "It’s alright," he said softly, "You shouldn’t be apologizing. I can’t think either when you’re around. Jeez... look at the pair we make," he muttered. With a slight sniffle, he lifted his head to look at the red haired boy, "So, Rethyn says that he can only take a few of us. It’s you, Kilia, him and me. We should probably get ready soon. I would like to get this done today if at all possible. Is that alright?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

"You wanted to check out the area before right," he asked, wondering if he had heard that before his left.

"Oh right! Yes, let’s do that first!" Soran said, nearly jumping up to his feet as he remembered that small detail of the plan. As he got to his feet though, his stomach gave a protesting growl and he blushed furiously. With a slight laugh he reached up and ran his fingers through his hair shyly, "Perhaps we should eat first?"

Tristan chuckled, "Yes...I am a little hungry myself," but the way he was saying it, it didn't sound like he was talking about food.

Soran flushed even more as he retreated towards the door, "H-hey, I meant f-food, Tristan... besides... what about... last night?" he squeaked the last part, his voice rising in pitch without his really wanting it too. His fingers curled around the handle, "Hey! Food!"

Reaching the entrance to Tristan's room Rethyn peaked in as he said to Tristan and Soran. "I'd just thought I mention...I ate the last slice of cheese last night. This house is completely empty on food. Perhaps a little looting wouldn't be too frowned upon when we head to the city?

Tristan was about head towards Soran, when his guardian peeked in, "Wait what, we can't be out of food, Grayson would never allow that."

Soran clutched his chest at the sudden voice that came behind him as the door slowly pulled open, "Rethyn!" he stumbled forward in shock and surprise right into Tristan.

Tristan put his arm around Soran, just more of a reflex then anything.

Ah! He caught me.... crap.... now he'll eat me.... Aw man! he froze in Tristan’s grip, a strange fear washing over him as he thought about how Tristan had just spoken to him. He tensed up and looked up at the other boy, "Um... y-you arent thinking what I think you are, right? I-I mean... we really should go get some breakfast, Tristan... Seriously, food, food is good.... I’ll need it to keep my energy," he was bumbling but he couldn’t help it. He was trembling in Tristan’s grip, but at the same time enjoying it

"You both are obvious." Rethyn said rather venomously. Turning around and grasping the door handle Rethyn shut it rather slowly as his eyes held an icy glare. "At least lock the door." He said just before finally closing the door.

As the door closed, Sorans gaze grew wide, Seriously! He’s just going to leave me! And close the door! Looking back up to Tristan he tried to smile, "U-uh... Hi..."

Tristan looked down at Soran, still a little confused, sort of wondering why Rethyn looked like that, "Relax Soran, I was teasing before...but since I caught you, how about a kiss." He didn't want to scare the other, so this time he was asking for permission.

Soran stood up straight, though he didn’t really get any taller or anything, "You don’t need to ask," he said and reached up to drag him down for the kiss requested.

Tristan let the other drag him down until their lips met. It lasted only a minute or two, before Tristan had the same problem that Soran did and his stomach growled loudly. He stood up, "Ok...right food, but you know he is right, we really should lock the door."

Soran laughed, "Yeah... he does have a point. Okay time to eat and then it’s off to business. Come on," he said and pulled the door opened.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Soran Feliy Reigailia Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus Character Portrait: Peter O'Cyrus Character Portrait: Jonathan Robert "Robin" Grey
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Later that day

"Alright," Soran said, "Lets see whats there," he looked to Tristan as he spoke.

Tristan had pulled up the area, but gave the widest view of the area as zooming in cost more energy. It was clearly seen how much destruction was present, "Grayson anything." Grayson was concentrating on the area. "I felt faint aura's...but nothing like what was there before."

Soran was nearly bouncing, "So then we are good to go, right?" he glanced between them. Kilia nodded a bit as she stood there, watching the area too.

"Those faint auras, Grayson, that means that whatever was there is gone, right?"

Grayson tried to pick them up to to figure out, "It could be from them, it could be someone else, an ex-seer perhaps. I am having trouble really determining the cause of it." Tristan glanced at Grayson remembering his words from the other day. Grayson looked at him, knowing his thoughts and shrugged his shoulders.

"Seems like something then. But I still would be on your guard Kilia." Jonathan said, watching the screen carefully. "Since I'm not there the moment you see trouble, get Rethyn to pull you out." There was genuine worry in his voice. He felt almost torn about staying behind. He didn't want to lose her. Not when so much has happened already.

Kilia smiled at him, "Ill be fine, I promise," she said, gently touching his arm, "Besides, they are good fighters, nothing will happen, I promise. Well be back really soon."

Soran nodded, "Are you ready, Rethyn?"

"Wait," Tristan let the spell go out as he stood, "Soran...take Peter instead."

"What?! No way. I don't want to wear my energy out before the big Spar match I got with fancy pants over there!" Peter shouted angrily. "I'll knock his ears right off I will!"

"Oh stop complaining, we've postponed as it was to make sure I have Kilia back safe and sound." Came Jonathan's reply.

Within Tristan's closet, Rethyn had teleports and begun taking a nap. He had been up since the evening until now and it was the usual time he usually went to bed. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to get full rest, but since he knew he was needed he could at least get a nap in. At the time the only worry he had was having his mask removed. He had a good feeling that it wouldn't happen though as they'd never get him to go if they took his mask. Besides, he had gone through the hard work of washing it the previous night. They wouldn't dare touch it.

"Tri-Tristan! I.... why?" Soran was shocked, stunned was an understatement. The red haired Seer had definitely thrown him for a loop.

"He is a better fighter, if not a little hot-headed, and well if you should get possessed, what purpose will I serve in that." He wanted to continue to say everything he was thinking but that would have to wait.

Sorans chest clenched tight. He stared at Tristan for a very long time, trying to figure out something to say but he couldn't. Unfortunately, he knew that Tristan was right though. If something did happen, like a possession, then Peter was the one to take, not Tristan. Still, he felt crushed immensely by the words. Grinding his teeth his gaze went icy cold, "Peter, you're going," he snapped, "Rethyn!" he screamed, " Lets go," hoping to get the other boys attention.

"Fine... But be ready when I get back pretty boyo..." Peter said roughly walking to Soran's side. Tristan was slightly right. But Jonathan still felt uncertain as he sighed nervously. He didn't know which way was up or down at the moment he was so worried.

Tristan grimaced had he made a mistake in his decision, he admitted regretting saying anything. There was reasons, he didn't want to be a distraction, he wanted Soran to be able to focus. He sighed a little and sat back in the corner. "Grayson I sort of thought we could track them, I know it won't serve any purpose for protecting them but...." he stopped trying to figure out what he had done.


Hearing the calls of Soran, Rethyn teleported back. For a moment he seemed bummed at his nap hadn't even really begun. Quickly getting himself over it, Rethyn looked to the others with a blank face as he said quietly "Grab onto me." He didn't really want them to latch onto him, but he accepted this was for the good of the group and not himself. As every member of the mission gathered around him he was surprised to not see Tristan. However, he was not going to question his Seer as he guessed it was for a good reason. As everyone at least placed a hand on him Rethyn spoke in a serious tone. "This may feel weird, but I need you to trust me." Rethyn himself begun to tremble as the human contact of touch was making him a little nervous. Since coming back this was something that had never really happened to him.

With a loud crack! They vanished.


Soran closed his eyes feeling strange as Rethyn took them. He had never been through something like that before, so it took him off guard. When he opened his eyes again, though, after Rethyn was done, he found they were standing in the middle of the rubble. His heart lurched a bit. It was so much more worse in person. Looking around, he noted that the sun was dipping down low to the east. I'll be dark soon. Probably in a few hours he thought to himself. He glowered at the rocky street beneath his feet though. What the hell was that, Tristan... he thought sourly.

"Holy...that felt odd." Peter said to himself. He looked around at the ruined area. "Alright, test your communication doohickey and let's skedaddle out of here!! This place gives me the willys.."

"It's what we might of been able to prevent." Rethyn said darkly as he walked over to a nearby crashed vehicle. He held back his internal shudder at the site as it reminded him of not so pleasant memories. Gazing off into the distance Rethyn could only see fog. The fog brought with it a lifeless feeling of which put the young man on edge. Something felt familiar, but he just didn't know exactly what it was.

Kilia groaned a bit, "That was really loud," she said with a sigh as she rubbed at her ears. Soran nodded in agreement. Swiping his hand to get his magic system, he opened it and worked on the system for a while in total silence. He figured getting the data he needed for the remaining power in the area was what he should start with and then end with testing his communication devices.

Peter looked around feeling as nervous as any other person. He didn't like this place. And Rethyn's grudge against not saving it (along with the lady present's mother) didn't help him calm down In the slightest. He was looking around for any signs of danger. "Soran..hurry up..."

"Yeah, yeah," he waved his hand in annoyance as he worked. He didn't really mean to be so cold to his Guardian, but with Tristans suddenly leaving him, he wasn't feeling up to anything right then. He worked as quickly as he could. Even so, it was still about an hour before he finished the spell he wanted to start tracking the residual power that was still lingering in the air. When he released it off the pad, it let out a pulse that looked like a simple ripple through the air. Shocking himself, he watched as it came back to him and with it, drew in a ton of information. Ill have to take a look at this all back at the house, he thought to himself. Putting that aside, he opened up the communications spell and summoned four of them.

"Here," he called and handed them out to each of them.

"Alright, where do you want us to go?" Kilia asked him gently. Soran frowned slightly before he glanced around the area, "Kilia, go down the street towards that building there," he pointed to a ruined structure with the sign still barely hanging to it. It read something along the lines of Nail Salon. She nodded and started towards it while fixing the communication to her ear. Handing one to Peter, Soran turned and pointed down the street that intersected theirs, "Go down that one, and go inside the building, just inside the door is fine," he said pointing to one that was a little bit farther than where Kilia was heading.

Finally, he handed one to Rethyn, "Um... Go ahead and go down that way," Soran said slowly, pointing behind them, "Go farther than Peter though and maybe go down a street, left or right it doesn't matter. I just want to see if buildings in the way of line of sight do anything, okay?" Soran fixed his own to his ear and looked at the building next to them, "Ill go in this one."

Peter sighed as he ran down the street towards the building, running past several ruins as he does so. He stopped in front of the building and walking in. He didn't like the feeling of being here. He didn't want to be here at all. "This feels too creepy and scary for my tastes..Dullahan might come and get me anytime..." He said, forgetting he had the communication piece on his ear.

Soran laughed a bit, "Well, I can hear you just fine," he teased Peter, "Go in a little further, Im going in the building over here. Kilia?"

"Here," her voice was crystal clear over the communications, "I agree though, this is really creepy out here."

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Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Soran Feliy Reigailia Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus Character Portrait: Peter O'Cyrus Character Portrait: Jonathan Robert "Robin" Grey
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Soran, Peter, Kilia, Rethyn


Soran sighed, "Yeah, it kind of is, sorry. Keep walking Kilia, just dont go too far," the blonde said as he walked into the building he wanted to be in.

"Mm... okay," she answered.

Soran sighed slightly as he moved into the building that was nothing but concrete. Perhaps it was some sort of store before, but it was nothing really now. His thoughts wandered and he found himself being back to angry with Tristan. First the red haired Seer had been mad at Soran for not talking to him before anyone else, he told Soran that he wanted to protect him but then turned around and told Soran to take Peter instead. Soran knew the reasons why, they were both Seers, so if anything happened in the way of possession, then neither of them could do a thing about it. He understood the reasoning, he really did, but that didnt make it any easier to deal with.

Peter decided to walk a little further, his legs starting to shake for no reason. "Keep calm buddy..keep calm." He said to himself. "Soon as I get back, I can kick Mr. Fancy pants where it hurts and everything will be back in the balance..."

"Can you try not to be so mean to him, Peter," Kilias voice said over their intercoms.

From his location Rethyn tried to speak into his communicator, however his voice didn't seem to go through properly. Glancing around to make sure nobody had their eyes on him, Rethyn lifted up the bottom half of his mask as he tried again "Rethyn here?"

"Oh good, I was beginning to think it wasn’t working," Soran replied with a sigh, "Well, I think that pretty much answers-" he paused as a soft rumble filled the air. His heart lurched and everything shifted suddenly. He gave a sharp cry as the floor under his feet completely gave out. How far he fell, he wasn’t sure, but when he hit, it was hard and completely winded him. Lying at an awkward angle, he was surrounded by rubble.

"Soran?! Hold on buddy I'm on me way back!" Peter shouted as he turned around.

Kilia stopped in her tracks, her heart pounding hard as she heard the scream and then Peters yell over the intercom. Turning on her heel she started towards where they were at as well, her heart in her throat. One moment, though, she was on her feet and the next she was on the ground as it bucked underneath her. With a sharp cry of surprise, she caught herself on her hands and knees, "Rethyn!" she gasped as he appeared right before her and took her hand. In the next instant, they disappeared again.

"Dont Peter!" he yelled as the stones still shifted. Looking up he watched as the building literally seemed to roll right above him and loosen more concrete. It fell, down towards the hole and he cringed as it busted the stone above him. Curling into a ball he screamed as it came crashing down and then stopped.

"Soran!!!" Peter in his anger and panic he started running back towards his location. "Rethyn, you and Kilia come help me!! Now!!!" Peter suddenly fell flat on his face. The whole area was rocking. "Cow dung... An earthquake?! We need to get outta here quick!!"

With a loud popping sound Rethyn appeared behind Peter as he latched his hand onto the back of his head. His left hand had already grasped Kilia's right hand as he had gotten to her first. With yet another loud flicker of a teleport, Rethyn headed towards Soran along with Peter and Kilia of which he brought along.

Sorans breathing was heavy, he coughed hard from the amount of dust that filled the air. He shook uncontrollably and shifted around to feel his back right up against heavy rock. He gasped. Turning his head he looked at the rock that was groaning right over him. He let out a terrified rush of air. The only thing keeping the stone from crushing him flat were a few little rocks and they were moving back and forth very gently due to the slope like incline he was on. He could feel himself starting to hyperventilate as he lay there, frozen in fear.

"Tristan... Tristan..." he said softly over and over, unable to think of anything else.

"Soran!" Kilia called over the communication. She looked up to Rethyn, shaking her head, "Hes in shock, he wont listen. We cant stay here any longer... its so dangerous," she said.

"We gotta get him out first! We gotta!" Peter said almost shocked at the ground. "If it's not Gods it's mother freaking nature!!!"

Kilia shook her head, "I dont know if Rethyn can get to him, I cant even see him. Soran!" she yelled, pressing the com closer to her mouth and ear.

Soran startled, panting heavily he tried to look around but froze again as the concrete groaned, "Kilia.." he whimpered.

Shouting to overcome the sound of the crashing rubble around them Rethyn said "It's not always about seeing! Peter, can you feel him? Point me to him!"

Peter tried to use the link he felt when he knew Soran was in danger that day against his brother. Peter felt all along the earth for Soran and he felt a jolt in his brain and pointed. "He's down there! Hurry! If we don't get out we're people flavored pancakes!!!"

"Soran!" Kilia yelled again, "Soran, you need to move."

He shook his head, he couldn’t move. He was frozen. The grinding of the rocks made it hard to think straight as he lay, face down on the solid gray slab he had fallen onto, "Cant, Kilia," he replied.

"You... cant?! Are you stuck?"

"Dont know... but I just.... cant," he panted, then gave a low cry as the rocks groaned again making him flinch. He could feel the enormous piece of concrete rubbing gently across his back.

"Then we shall go to him." Rethyn said as he gritted his teeth and begun the teleportation again. It had begun to take it's toll as Rethyn felt the strain nip at him a little as the three of them moved to Soran. Appearing just in front of him, Rethyn turned to see that they didn't have much time. "Grab ahold of me!" He called to Soran. At this moment he could only hope Soran would do so, or at least the other two would bring Soran to him.

Glancing up again he narrowly avoided a piece of rubble as it had almost clocked him in the back of his head as it tumbled down. Flashing a little of worry on his face he extened he let go of Peter as he extended his hand out for Soran. As long as Peter held onto Soran as well they would both come with him.

Peter nearly fell on his face again but he made sure to grab onto Soran before he hit his face. "Ow! Crazy fiend!"

Soran felt the hand grip him and he stretched out to hold on as well, his heart was loud as it hammered in his chest, almost drowning out the noise of the falling buildings all over. His only thoughts were for Rethyn to quickly get them back home, "Go..." he muttered in the device that still hung from his ear, "Hurry..."

Unknowing to Rethyn just as the initial flash of the teleport started a jagged piece of rubble came down upon him. Feeling the shattering of his mask's safey glass, Rethyn yelped in pain from the shock of it. However, it seemed to of not have interrupted the flow of Rethyn as the others warped back into the home of the Belvedere's. With the landing a second sound could briefly be heard as Rethyn wasn't there beside them. Upon the floor now laid a ruined mask with shattered glass scattered around it. In the top left corner a splat of blood was apparent.

Peter rubbed his head and shook it briefly. Then he looked around and saw the mask on the floor. "What the?!" He shouted in surprise. "Rethyn!? Where'd ya go?!"

The room was silent for a moment as the onlookers stood in disbelief at the appearance of the others. Grayson was looking, "Ah, he is ok Peter" he couldn't really explain the disappearance but he had an idea it had to do with the mask on the floor.

Tristan though was a little shell-shocked, "Soran," he left his corner not caring if the other was mad at him or not and went to him to see what he had hurt. He also glanced at the mask for a second, a little torn on his feelings at the moment, something inside was pulling him to go seek out his guardian. Yeah, I will, don't worry,

"Rethyn..." Kilia called softly, her heart skipping a beat as she stared at the mask, but at Graysons words she setted slightly. Turning her attention to Soran, she eyed the boy that looked utterly stunned. He hadn’t moved from the floor since Rethyn had teleported them back to the house. His face was pale and his bright green gaze was wide as he stared at the mask with the blood spatter. She moved to touch him but Tristan got to him first. Looking around, she sought Robin.

"Kilia!" Jonathan shouted as he ran from the bottom of the stairs and hurried to her and nearly slid onto his knees when he got to her level at the moment. "Are you hurt??"

"Safe!" Damian shouted.

"Im fine," Kilia answered as she reached out and hugged him, though her eyes were still on Soran, "I want to see him later," she said, just loud enough for Tristan to hear though he was probably too preoccupied.

Soran heard his name and turned slightly. His entire frame trembled, still frozen by fear and almost thinking that he was still trapped with the rock sliding precariously right above him, "Tri- Tristan.... Tristan.... "

His heart wrenched from his chest as he heard his name, he took the other and pulled him closer to him, "I am here, and I am sorry, please forgive me," Tristan said to the blonde seer.

"Okay," he muttered, burying himself against the other boy and using him as a solid form that kept his mind off of what he had just been through. The near death experience made him cold and all he could do was tremble violently


Rethyn upstairs bathroom alone


Click! Clink!

Rethyn had locked the entrance to the bathroom as he did his best not to get blood on the door handle. Using his left hand he held his index finger and middle finger together under his left eyebrow. This had prevented the blood from getting into his eye as he begun looking for something of medical use.

The saftey glass had prevented the worst of the inpact of the rubble as Rethyn only needed stitches just above his left eyebrow. However, he had lost something of much greater value to him. Taking quick breaths, Rethyn begun frantically looking for what he needed in the drawers.

He knew he should be able to breath, but without his mask it felt he couldn't. It wasn't the same as the comfort and security it brought were gone. With the ducking of his head he kept trying to breath, he needed to. Now was not the time for weakness, he needed to get his wounds patched and find his mask. "My face..." Rethyn harshly whispered. "I need my face."

Cuffing his palm gently over his mouth and nose he spread his fingers just enough so that he could breath through the small gaps. Feeling a little comfort in this he dipped his head lightly so the blood could drop from his forehead into the sink. With that he took his other hand away from his brow as he continued to hunt for something.

In the course of about five minutes Rethyn had found a needle, dental floss, and some Hydrogen Peroxide. Looking at the needle he felt his stomach loop. Rethyn disliked needles, not to mention the idea of having to stitch himself up. Wrapping the end of the floss around the needle, Rethyn prepared it by quickly dipping the needle in the Hydrogen Peroxide. Just before reaching the needle to his head Rethyn heard a voice.

"Ohhh...that looks like it's going to hurt!"

Rethyn froze as he felt a crawl up his spine. He knew the voice all too well as it drifted like musical notes throughout the room before slithering up the walls. Twisting around rapidly he quickly found his gaze upon the man. He wore a white striped suit with a red and black striped tie. His shoes were black, recently shined by the look of it. Upon his face he held a light grin with slightly raised brows. For the moment he seemed unarmed as he had raised up his arms for a moment to Rethyn.

"I should at least get a hug. You're practically mine anyways. Well, you were. But you'll come back, they always do."His grin then grew even more as he chimed in "What? No hug? I thought that's all you needed, you seemed so happy the other day when you got one."

Rethyn bolted to the other side of the bathroom as he felt his heart slamming against his chest. It had become even harder to breath as he looked at Death in the eyes. The blood from his wound had begun to drip down the left side of his face as he started trying to reach for his sword with a shaky hand. His vision for a moment blurred slightly as he glanced around the room quickly.

Another blur, Death had stepped closer. Rethyn felt his head grow heavy as he bobbed his head trying to keep it up. Death had stepped even closer to him. Trembling, Rethyn bared his teeth at the god as he withdrew his sword and lunged forward to slash him!

The words "Go away!" echo'd throughout the house as Rethyn had roared them at Death.

After following through with his slash, Rethyn had looked away in fear. Did I get him?

Raising his gaze Rethyn saw nothing. In his feeble attempt to kill Death he had managed to slice off a part of the shower curtains. Grasping, Rethyn spun his head around as he tried to find Death in the room.

He was alone.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Soran Feliy Reigailia Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus Character Portrait: Peter O'Cyrus Character Portrait: Jonathan Robert "Robin" Grey
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The scream echoed through the house and Kilia jumped as she hung onto Jonathan. Looking around she felt her heart beat rise as silence followed after the shout. It took her a minute or two to process and she finally was up on her feet, "Rethyn!" she yelled in response and left the room in a near sprint. Rushing around the house, she tried several doors before she finally found one that was locked. She was sure he was in it, as she could hear someone breathing heavily. She leaned against the door gently, her heart in her throat as usual, "Rethyn.... Rethyn, I know you are injured. Would you let me in? Please, I can heal it for you, it wont hurt, I promise and it will only take me a moment. Okay?" She called out as she knocked gently.

Jonathan flinched from the scream and noticed the mask on the floor. Kilia had ran off frantically searching for it's owner, Rethyn. Jonathan tilted his head in examination of the mask. He could see the shattered safety glass on one side of it, along with a small bit of rock powder upon it, and then the bloodstain. "Guy who wears it all the time, he must be in small shock of not having it on his face, or rather, he can't look at himself without it without episodes of anxiety attacks." He muttered in close examination. Carefully leaning over to pick it up Jonathan took great care to not get injured by the broken edge of the glass.

"Oy! Fancy pants! We gonna fight or not?" Peter said, looking at Jonathan as he got up. Jonathan looked at Peter almosf in disbelief at how Peter almost shrugged off the disaster that almost gotten them killed. "What? I've had plenty of brushes, don't tell me you haven't had any either boyo or I'll call ya a coward."

"If you're that itching for a fight with me meet me at the training room, if I'm not there in a bit, well, I'm sure Julianna will oblige you in a fair amount to warm you up for me." Jonathan said to Peter as he got up and walked to search for Kilia, mask in hand. Peter, almost looking enthusiastic, ran for the training room.

Soran flinched at the sudden scream. His heart was already erratic and the loud sound caused him to clutch Tristan harder. It took a moment to realize that it was only Rethyn screaming something, but he still couldnt help freaking out for a second. His eyes dropped to the mask that was still on the floor, broken, "R-Rethyn.... what happened? What happened?" he asked, though it wasnt clear if he was asking about the other boy or the entire situation as a whole. He was trying deperately to stop shaking, to calm his near hyperventalation, and relax but it was almost impossible at the moment.

Tristan still holding onto Soran again had a leap in his chest as he heard the scream across the house. What was he going to do, there was a major argument going on between his head and his heart. "Tristan," the boy turned slightly and saw his father. The man seemed ready to say something, but saw the expression on the boys face. It seemed to be one he understood, "He needs to be calmed down, can you do that...or will you make him more upset." Tristan looked at Soran, yeah he could do that so he said slowly and calmly "Soran, its over, your safe, look your inside the house, surrounded by people who care about you. Remember you went to go find the traces of the goddess, Rethyn is ok, he just got hurt a little bit." Tristan didn't actually know that, but if it had been worse, maybe there would have been more blood.

"Just breath, nice and easy..."

Soran heard Tristans voice, but didnt register it at first. After a moment, he chanced a quick glance around him. Moving slightly he turned his head from one side to the other to see that he was indeed inside the house. The training room to be exact. He met the gaze of Alauric, Grayson, andf Peter as well, then finally up at Tristan where he watched him for a while longer than the others before retreating back into the dark shoulder that was Tristans body. Tristan continued talking, reminding him of what he had been doing before. The goddess... her aura.... oh yeah, he recalled slightly. He had gone to find the traces so that he could create a detection system for them. Then the earthquake happened. He cringed, giving a low whimper.

When he heard the order to breathe, he found that he was having trouble doing so. He concentrated on it, working to slow it down as it was too quick and sharp. It was starting to burn his throat. He turned slightly and tried to match Tristans breathing. It took him a while but he finally managed to breathe normally, "Hes... okay?" he was thinking a little bit clearer now.

Tristan was trying to remain calm as it seemed Soran was coming together, "Yeah, he is okay," Tristan answered, god knows he wanted to find out for sure. He hated being torn between Soran and Rethyn, but he was and he couldn't deny that. Rethyn was his guardian, his protector. But Soran...well Soran was his heart.

"You all made it back, everyone is okay," he said.

Slowly, he nodded his head. He was starting to recall the whole thing clearer and with it, his earlier anger at Tristan. He frowned deeply as he turned his head further in on the boys chest. He didnt want the other to let him go, but he also didnt want the other to think that he wasnt in trouble, "You... youre an ass, Tristan," he muttered against his chest, but curled his fingers tighter into the shirt, "You should check on your Guardian, though," he said, keeping his voice steady as best he could.

Tristan slightly grinned, yeah he deserved that...probably much worse than that. "Yeah I am an ass," he repeated,"Can I let you go," he asked. He wasn't sure what he truly meant by those words, but he was going to give the other the space he needed, but wasn't going to leave until he told him to.

Sorans first retort probably wasnt the best one to give, so he held his tongue on that, "Yes. Im fine, now," he lied and pulled away, "I will go to your room, I want to lay down," he said, though what he really meant was that he was going to be waiting for the red haired Seer to return to the room where they could have a talk, one that Soran knew he was going to be very angry about. Even so, he did worry about Rethyn and honestly did want Tristan to check on the other boy. He would feel terrible if something really bad had happened to the Guardian who had saved his life.

Tristan looked deflated, and nodded his head to the other without another word. He left the training room ahead of Soran, so he wouldn't have to watch him leave. He went the hallways just like Kilia had, until he found her against the door.

Rethyn had backed himself into the tub of the bathroom. With his blade still out he would constantly check to the left and right of himself as he looked for Death. With wild eyes he could hear voices, as they echo'd through the head of Rethyn they at first sounded different. However, as moments passed he could hear Kilia. "Don't come in!" He repeated over and over again as he kept with checking for Death.

Locking onto the mirror Rethyn saw him within it. With a wink and the tip of his head he said. "I'll catch you later, Rethy."

"Rethyn," this time is was Tristan's voice at the door, "please let us help you." Tristan was hoping to get some response, though he didn't truly understand what the other was going through. "We can help you, and we can fix the other thing." Tristan didn't want to actually say the word, as he knew what that did to Rethyn.

"You mean his face?" Jonathan said carrying the mask. Walking carefully to the others.

Death was toying with him. He had even called him "Rethy" it was his favorite tactic of taunting the young man back when he was dead. Sliding up the wall, Rethyn move along the wall of the bathroom as he feared to show his back. At any moment he could strike now, or he wouldn't to cause mind games. Gritting his teeth Rethyn wanted to shout something else, but held himself back as the fear would only empower the monster.

"Jonathan," Kilia hissed.

Tristan glared slightly at Jonathan also, he wasn't really helping the situation right now, "Rethyn...whatever it is... remember...," yes it was vague, but he had promised he wouldn't reveal anything.

"Jonathan, give that Tristan," she whispered, noting the mask he held, "There are too many of us. Can you wait for me in the kitchen please," she asked him, looking up at Robin, her gaze flicking between his briefly, leaning back, she held his eyes as she called to the boy, "Hey, Rethyn, its just Tristan and me, okay? I want to see if you are alright, I can heal it, you know."

Jonathan silently passed on the mask to Tristan, and silently headed for the Kitchen, he didn't know if Kilia was gonna slap him when she got to him or not. He swallowed nervously at that. He also had to remember that he still had to settle things with Peter... Hopefully he would find a way to keep his fighting mind occupied until he got there.

Moving towards the door Rethyn had his back firmly to the side of it as he spoke softly through the door. "Are you guys okay?" Blood had gotten into his left and Rethyn had it shut for the moment. "Please, don't come in..." At that Rethyn brought his other hand to his face as if it were his mask. Breathing heavily through it he closed his eyes.

"Rethyn..." Kilia frowned a bit, "We are okay, I promise you. Thank you very much. Soran is a little shaken, but he is fine too. You were amazing. I dont know what we would have done without you there. I am worried about you. Could... Could you at least let Tristan in? He can tell me if you need anything. Is that alright?" She was trying to be gentle, to coax him out of his shell and to allow them entrance, even if it was one at a time only.

Tristan let Kilia talk, sort of surprised about how grown up she sounded. Well he tell that to her later on though.

A long moment passed of silence. Rethyn remained quiet as he slowly went to unlock the door. He didn't want to, but he felt there was no other choice as his eye started to string. The bathroom looked ruined as Rethyn had bled all over the place and sliced the shower curtains. However, just as the door was about the opened he felt a flinching fear inside of him as he tried cloaking himself in invisibility. He couldn't hold it however as he had used so much strength teleporting the group from before. Taking a few steps back he was revealed for the two to see. There was nothing he could do.

As the door opened, Kilia watched it slowly swing to let them in and she glanced over to Tristan, "Hey," she said softly and moved inside slowly. Her gaze immediately noted the blood and her normal reaction was to hurry to the person who was hurt and immediately treat them. However, Rethyn didnt seem the kind of person who could handle that very well and so she restrained herself. She hadnt had a lot of contact with him before, but he had always seemed shy and didnt talk much. Moving towards him, she noted the blood and bit her lip, "Hey, Rethyn. Can I see? I wont touch, I promise, I just want to see how deep it is okay? Then I can work on a spell really quick and it will be just you and Tristan, I promise."

He wanted to run, but he couldn't. His eyes looked to Tristan and he remembered the promise he had made to the boy. Looking to the floor he placed his blade back in its sheath as he looked to the floor. After a long, painful pause, Rethyn said quietly "You may." He begun shivering, he wanted to tell them this wasn't his face though. He wanted to run away and get a new mask, He didn't want to look in the mirror and see the face he had. The old scar from the car crash was now visible for all to see, and Rethyn could now feel the scar over his heart burn painfully for a moment.

Stepping back Rethyn leaned against the wall as he shivered.

"Kilia," Tristan said, "just be careful."

She nodded as she moved towards Rethyn steadily, but slowly. As promised, she didnt touch him, kneeling down, she did get a little close as she looked up under his hair to the wound on his head. With all the blood, she wasnt sure how bad it really was. In all honestly, she was amazed at how much energy he had. With a head wound, people tended to get sleepy, weak and sometimes even collapse. But he was still standing and though he was shaking, he didnt seem to be about to pass out. Shaking her head a bit, she smiled at him reassuringly, "Hey. Its alright," she said gently and opened her magic system. She would start with the golden one to tell her what was wrong, which might help in telling her how bad the cut was. As she worked, she spoke softly to him, "Ill be done soon, alright? Has anyone told you, you have really nice eyes, Rethyn. They are very pretty," she said, trying to keep him calm and put his mind on something else.

Tristan watched as he hadn't actually ever really watched Kilia during her healing. Mostly because he had been on the recieveing end of it. He gave his guardian a smile trying to reassure him.

"Why are you helping me? Aren't I..." Rethyn trailed off as he glanced to Tristan. He was still shaking as he didn't know what to do. Seeing his hand still upon the hilt of his blade he took the blade within the sheath from his side and dropped it to the ground. He didn't want to hold it right now. He was not doing well to uphold the honor of that blade. It was to fight gods, something of which he had failed to do with the blade so far. He could have fought Death. He could of at least tried harder, he felt as if he was pitiful in his attempt to take on the god.

Kilia smiled at him, "Im helping you because you are my friend. I care about you, just like I care about Tristan and everyone else. You are all very, very special to me. You scared me, you know. I was so worried about you when I didnt see you. And when you screamed," she shook her head as she dragged off the spell and his body was encased in the glowing gold of her magic, "I thought something terrible happened to you and I wasnt sure how I was going to hold up to that if something had happened," she said as she looked up and watched her spell. When she was satisfied with what it showed, her she started on the healing one.

"All of you think I am insane." Rethyn said in shallow voice. "How do I know you're not saying that to just keep me calm?"

Tristan spoke, "No one thinks you are insane, Rethyn, anyways, we are all slightly cooky."

Kilia giggled at Tristan, "Especially him. Hes just nuts," she said with a roll of her eyes as she gave him a wierd look, "Besides, what have you done that would possibly make us think you are crazy? The answer, is nothing," Kilia said with a shrug of her shoulders, her fingers still working the magic system, "And I am not just saying that. Its true. You are family to me. Like a brother. Everyone here is my family now, since I am the only one left," her eyes softened for a moment but she quickly shook herself and smiled at him again, "So dont think that we are just saying things. Its all true, we really do care about you. And you know who else is really happy to have you around?" she glanced over her shoulder to Tristan, "here, Im done," she said and dragged off the spell to allow it to heal him.

Tristan smiled at her too, her words had more meaning then anything he could say. "I am happy you are here, Rethyn, I do hope you know that."

A small smile played at Rethyn's lips as he kept looking down. He felt the same warmness he felt the other night. After a long moment he finally said to them both. "Thank you..."

Tristan looked at him, So that is what it looks like when he smiles Tristan thought. He turned toward Kilia waiting for her spell to complete.

The green glow faded out and his wound was healed. As much as she wanted to wipe away the blood for him, she had promised not to touch him so she backed away from him, "There. All done. See? Very easy, and quick. Well... semi quick, Im really bad at going fast, so Im sorry," she turned around and made to leave the room. Pausing by the door she looked back at Rethyn, "Oh and, one more thing. Smile more, its really cute." she said, then left the two alone.

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Kilia and Jonathan

Kilia leaned against the counter, a plate of food before her, a sandwich for herself and one for Jonathan as she had made it for him once she came down. Of course, there were peaches as well. There were probably only two left of the peaches that Alauric had gotten for her a little while ago. She was currently munching on one slice as she had cut them up, "I think he will be alright," she was saying to him, "The cut wasn't too bad over his eye, but I think he was more freaked out about not having his mask. Oh and don't mention it to him either, okay? He is super shy to begin with, and I don't want him to feel any more ostracized than he already does. Why he does though, I don't know," she said and popped another piece of peach into her mouth.

"If you ask me why, I'd say he has a form of post traumatic stress disorder." Jonathan stated whilst taking a bite out of his sandwich and thinking and pondering. "I think the reason he wears the mask ties in that to begin with. He must've suffered a horrible incident almost."

"Sure, and I'm not a figment of your imagination." Damian said sarcastically whilst sitting on a nearby stool. "Well, you also saw Darion's ghost one time so.. No hard feelings there,"

"Great Grandpa Damian.." Jonathan said with a roll of his eyes.

Kilia watched the two with slightly wide and curious eyes. She was also careful to note that they were indeed alone in the kitchen. It was still odd to see the other, the ghost that followed Jonathan around. She wasnt entirely sure why she could see Damian, but she had a feeling it had something to do with her and Jonathan kissing the other day. Her face flushed brightly as she thought about that and she nearly choked on the peach in her mouth. Swallowing quickly, she gave a couple of coughs before her throat was clear, "A-anyway. If its a source of distress to him, dont mention it. The poor kids got it rough enough," she shook her head slightly and reached for the water, "Anyway. Who is this "Darion" you're talking about?"

"His Knight Name was Darion The Onyx." Jonathan began to explain. "He was the Twin Brother of Samuel The Gold, and he later betrayed both Samuel and Damian. He was then thereafter called the Turncoat, or The Dark One."

"He was a pompous idiot. He gave his heart completely to Darkness." Damian said with a shrug. "I think there's a story about me finally putting the bastard down. But I'm uncertain." Damian then rubbed his temples in thought. "Anyway, a little while ago, day before I think, I felt Darion coming to test Robin's will. You can say that little thing took place after that incident with Creia. Darion loves to bash anyone he pleases, whether Mentally or otherwise. He also found the slight scheme Jonathan had laughable and thought that Robin was seeking his own forgiveness."

Jonathan sighed slightly whilst taking another bite of his sandwich. "Wasn't much of a fight...or a test..he just wanted to make fun of me."

Kilia shifted around to a more comfortable position as she leaned against the island in the kitchen, "Hmm," she mused as she ate her peach. When she reached down to grab another piece, she found there wasn't any left. Giving a slight pout, she looked back up to Jonathan, "So this ghost came and teased you, hu? Thats mean," she said with a bit of a grin, "Anyway. I hope this doesn't happen often. I can deal with one ghost," she continued with a wink to Damian, "Don't know about more than one though, hes a handful," she teased. Taking a bite from her sandwich, she ate slowly, savoring the food.

"You know... not to be a downer or anything, but Peter is a real hot-head..." she said as an after thought, recalling his words when they were in the city, "Whats got him so wound up he wants to fight you?"

"I think he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed and I accidentally set him off." Jonathan theorized as he shrugged before finishing off his sandwich. "And then the punch to his face after he finally got into my face pretty much sealed the deal on that accord. Some men just feel that fighting is better then apologizing. I don't want to fight Peter but if he is insisting I'll deal with it."

Damian looked at Kilia with a small grin and a surprised look. "Umm, if I was still alive I'd be blushing at your teasing. Makes me think of my wife." he said with a sigh. "Once Jonathan succeeds I'll be able to get there to her." He gave a small rueful smile. He then turned to Jonathan. "So are you going to deal with Peter soon or what?"

"Crap.." Jonathan said to himself before looking at Kilia with an apologetic look.

Kilia grinned at Damian. She was about to ask him what it was that Jonathan needed to do to help him move on, but then he asked if the Guardian was going to go deal with Peter. Her smile faded into one of a curious look as she turned her gaze to the taller boy and tilted her head, "Hu?" she asked softly, "Wait.... did you tell him you would deal with him already, Robin?" she asked ruefully, "Oh jeez, you should have said so earlier," she said with a slight sigh.

"Yeah.. I'm sorry. I'll be back in a flash. Damian can you stay with her awhile. It won't take too long." Jonathan stated as he walked over to Kilia and kissed her cheek and smiled at her before heading off towards the stairs.

"Oye!" she said, blushing furiously as she turned on her heel and chased after him. Grabbing his arm she turned him around, "That wasn't a kiss," she said with a pout and promptly showed him what she meant. She had to go up on her tip-toes because she was much too small, and wrapped her arms around his neck to secure herself against him. She kissed him gently, but with passion. When she was done, she was a bit out of breath and her face a dusty pink. Recovering slightly she smirked at him, "Don't get your ass handed to you," she teased, though she was partially serious.

Damian chuckled at Kilia's reaction to Jonathan's goodbye kiss as Jonathan himself turned a slight pink as well before shaking his head to get his senses back. "Right. I won't get beat up. I'll be back quick and simple." He said with a smirk before walking back to the stairs.

"Ah young love," Damian said. "It never gets old."

Kilia put her hand on her hip, tilting her head again as she watched her man -yes her man- go towards the stairs and climb them to the training room. Her lips were pulled in a grin, "You better hurry back," she muttered to herself. Glancing over to Damian she laughed. With a roll of her eyes she went back to the kitchen to clean up before going to her room to rest a little while.


Jonathan and Peter

Jonathan walked into the training room to see Peter punching Away at a training dummy. He only stopped with the punching when he heard him come in and was walking towards him. "Finally ya show up. What kept ya? Your Girl decided to be with ya after all that fiasco and disaster?"

"Leave Kilia out of this, and we decided to have a small lunch together." Jonathan calmly replied as he shrugged off his Denim Jacket to reveal the black shirt underneath it. "Let's get to it then." One look at Jonathan's exposed arms showed that the rest of his body was defined really well, muscles nearly all in the right places where it should be.


Peter looked at the way Jonathan looked like from his arms and almost swallowed in slight nervousness. "This Guh almost matches me in strength." he thought. "Alright, let's not use Magic or weapons, let's have it just the way it is! Fist against fist laddie!!" He shouted, trying to get his confidence in gear.

"Agreed." Jonathan said as he raised his fists ready for the fight to occur.

The fight almost lasted for nearly a minute. The fists were flying, some landed whilst some hit midair for most of the combatants. Jonathan was moving his feet around trying to get a good angle onto Peter and ducked to dodge a very serious blow to the face. Jonathan countered by punching Peter in his shoulder first, sending the slightly taller man backwards by a small fraction. Peter prepared himself as Jonathan rushed at him and seemed to aim a blow for his head which Peter prepared for.

The punch connected to his stomach instead. Peter's face was one of shock as he fell to his knees and took a deep breath. "Okay, ow. That hurts a lot." Peter said slightly in pain. "Good punch, you win, I totally underestimated ya, and I apologize for that Jonathan." Peter extended his hand out to Jonathan.

Jonathan looked at the hand suspiciously when he could tell the punch to the gut did its work and he was thoroughly in pain as he took it. "Friends call me Robin." He said as he picked him up. "Rest up. You earned it after helping me get through that fight with Creia."

Peter only nodded as he walked out of the training room, grumbling to himself. Jonathan shook his head with a smile as he walked out as well to search for where Kilia went off to after he left.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Soran Feliy Reigailia Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus Character Portrait: Peter O'Cyrus Character Portrait: Jonathan Robert "Robin" Grey
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Later that night

A note was slipped under everyone’s door clearly done very quickly, but with great flare (having a daughter who is a particularly good artist doesn't hurt either.) It read simply… “To all individuals, you are invited to a get together…lots of food, games, and fun to be had.” It had a map on it, which clearly showed the kitchen, if not slightly on the abstract and pointed to a door. This door looked to be off to the side, probably one that was passed and no one noticed. Or thought nothing of, as doors were passed by often in the house and never opened.

This one had though a big red enter sign on it, and one could clearly see that it led down a set of stairs, to a metal door. Now this one had a sign that said… “knock three times those who dare to have fun.”

Inside was a small hallway that entered off into a larger room, decorated with as many balloons that could be found, a table laden with food, and several other signs pointing in different directions. There was a game room, pool table, test your strength, fortune teller. A thumpa thumpa was already sounding through the sound system, though, one really couldn't hear it from outside the metal door.

Lights were flickering and black lights were going…and the party really hadn't even started yet.

As per directed, Soran knocked three times on the solid metal door that he had found following the well designed map. One of the girls must have done this, he thought to himself. Also, admittedly, the blonde boy had spent far longer than he should have with clothing. A party was a party after all and in light of that he had wanted to try to impress a certain someone -though he was sure he really didn't need to... still-. With some of his blonde hair pulled back, it flared around his face quite nicely in small spikes of blonde locks. He had on a nice pair of jeans with boots and a black shirt that hugged his small frame with the insignia of one of the bands he liked. Adorning both hands were long black gloves that only covered half of his hand, leaving his fingers exposed and reaching up to just under his elbow. Each one had a silver zipper on the top and a buckle around the wrist. A couple of silver necklaces laced his throat, and his earrings were now visible as they usually weren't. He bit his lip as he waited for the door to be opened to him, rocking back and forth and his heart fluttering ever so slightly.

The door which must have been magically programmed, opened upon the third knock. As it did the music got louder, which was slightly annoying at first. This was something the person would have to get use to though as the music was going to go for most of the evening

Soran grinned as he passed through the door, "Ooh, now I like this," he hummed to himself as he surveyed the room.

Kilia was having a dilemma. Like Soran, she was being rather picky about her clothes. Since the message had been slipped under her door, she had been very curious and then elated, and now she was frustrated as she stared at two different styles of dress. She tapped her lips as she eyed them carefully. One was a nice shirt with a skirt, another was a nice shirt and jeans. Kilia wasn't really one for dresses. The first was color schemed in blue, a nice compliment to her eyes, she did like that color after all. The other was a pink tank-top like shirt and dark blue jeans. She wasnt sure at all. With a huff, she closed her eyes, held out her hand and swayed it back and forth whilst counting to three.

Slowly peeking out, she ignored the other ensemble and dressed herself quickly. She was sure she was late after all. It ended up being the skirt after all and she pulled it on. The blue shirt was slightly silky to the touch, low cut and with a bit of a scrunch to the sides of it. For her hair, she put in only one tiny little clip to pull it from one side of her face. One twirl as she looked in the mirror was all she need -finally- and she left the room in a hurry.


Meanwhile Peter was on his way down to the location with the aid of the map. He had little time to get ready, but he left his usual attire, which included his hoodie behind. Peter was wearing a green colored shirt along with his jeans. The most shocking thing about it was if people could see was that his eyes could be fully seen for the first time.

The yellow fiery eyes he had seemed to inspect the now closed door as he approached it in odd curiosity and hit the door three times. When it opened he was shocked by the loud music, but he walked into the room nonetheless, and the moment he spotted the table of food his eyes went wide in anticipation. "Meet your Maker Lads!!"

In Jonathan's room, things were slightly more crazy.

"I said try to wear the armor!" Damian shouted at him In a hint of disappointment in his voice. "You're my descendant and it's formal attire!"

"I'd risk not being able to use my system for 24 hours. So that's a negative on that. But what do you think? Black Polo and jeans. Green Nice shirt and Black slacks, Or Gray Shirt, Black jeans with silver lining??" Jonathan asked, displaying each shirt in front of his shirtless, defined frame, whilst pointing at each pants with one foot.

Damian inspected each article of clothing carefully, before grabbing the gray shirt and threw it at Jonathan who caught it. "Grey family colors it is." Jonathan said to himself as he quickly got changed into it. After that, Jonathan rushed out the door and followed the directions to the door and knocked three times before entering.

Inside a few people were milling about as Julianna was bringing out some more food for the table, she was wearing a short black dress, as her dad actually gave her permission to attend if she helped out. Her hair was in a messy bun as placed the food on the table, she noticed some people by the door, "Guys come in," she said with a smile.

Peter's jaw almost dropped at the sight of Julianna's appearance and nearly put his head and heart out of sync for a strikingly three seconds before he slapped himself and walked down the hallway. "Don't have to tell me twice Lass." He muttered to himself as he proceeded to begin sampling the food on the table trying to not make his gaze wander over to the young lady near the table.

Rethyn's New Room

Rethyn had spent a long time pacing back and forth in his room. It was quite the upgrade from Tristan's closet as he even had his own bed and closet now. After the incident Grayson had been kind enough to lead Rethyn from the ruined bathroom to his new room. However, many still had not seen Rethyn without his mask. Looking into the mirror of his room he felt out of place for a moment. He was debating on not going until he heard the words of his Seer's within his mind. If he was indeed a member of this team then they'd want him there right? However, he had a lot of work to do before he could just go.

Walking over to the closet Rethyn was surprised at the amount of clothing of which had become available to him. Smiling to himself weakly he would have to thank Grayson later as his eyes caught onto a white button-down shirt. Quickly removing his almost tattered hoodie and the rest of his clothing Rethyn went quick into changing cloths. After getting on the shirt for a long while he debated on a pair of black shorts or a pair of black dress pants. Upon looking down at his legs he saw several scars from the car crash and quickly decided on the pants.

Lastly, Rethyn looked to his face and hair. After all of those days being under his mask his hair looked beyond unkempt. With a quick flash Rethyn returned to the ruined bathroom as he started to wash his face and hair in the sink. With a sigh he realized he had gotten some water on his shirt. "Damn it.." He said to himself quietly.

Stepping back from the mirror Rethyn took one last glance over himself as he felt just about ready. He had combed out his hair and had removed the helmet head he had developed from all of those days of wearing the mask. He had been able to dry off his shirt for the most part, but sadly the shirt was still a little damp at the collar.

Teleporting back to his room, Rethyn laid his sword against the wall as he figured he wouldn't need it. However, he chose to reach into the pocket of his hoodie and retrieve his pocket knife. He knew he wasn't going to need it, but it was just in case something was to happen. After sliding his knife into his dress pants he then reached down as he begun to slid on a new pair of sockets and tie on his dress shoes.

Glancing quickly into the mirror he practiced a smile, but grew frustrated as he thought to himself "How do they do it so easily?"

Giving up, Rethyn begun making his way to the party.

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Down at the party

Soran walked around the table of food, eyeing it as he tried to figure out what he wanted, or if he even wanted anything right at that moment. Julianna was nice enough as she beckoned to the group to enter the area without pause. After a moment, he finally decided on just a small drink before he went looking. The flashing light made it look like everyone was moving in a weird way but he sort of like it, the black light was cool too. He read the signs as he wandered about slowly. The fortune teller made him laugh but he didn't go in. He was really good at pool and grinned as he thought about having a game with Tristan. Sipping his drink he kept an eye out for the tall, red haired Seer, his heart at the back of his throat. Good god... its like a first date or something... he thought to himself with a sigh. The music, though, was really amazing, the beat was perfect and he seriously felt like dancing, but didn't. That would come later he was sure. He spotted Kilia as she came into the room sometime after. She looked adorable of course, her long pink hair feathering around her face and dressed in a nice blue shirt and skirt.

He walked over to her and smiled, "Hey. What do you think of this?"

"U-uh... never been to something like this," she answered, her gaze shifting around and her fingers curling around the edges of her skirt. She looked really nervous, almost as nervous as he felt too. Soran giggled a bit.

"Well, this should be lots of fun. I think we have all deserved this, don't you?"

She smiled in return, "Yeah, I guess. Why... why is the music so loud?" she asked, and this time he did laugh.

"Because," he answered with a giggle, "Its supposed to be. You dance to it. Do you know how to dance?"

Her face lit up a bright red, "Oh god... no..."

Soran laughed again, "Its alright, you will be just fine. So, wheres Jonathan at?"

She shook her head slightly, "Um..."

As if by magic, Jonathan was just making his way down the hallway and into the main area. Jonathan scanned the area and all the signs for different entertainment venues. "Wow," he said to himself. "This place has a lot of stu-whoa..." He stopped short when he noticed Kilia. She was wearing a blue dress shirt with a skirt and wore her hair at one side. She seemed to have stepped out of her attractive scale Damian deemed her in the day they met, and had become very very beautiful.

"Son of a Dragon Broodmother." He said in almost shock and awe. "I must be imagining this right now..."

Peter was in the meanwhile taking in the scenery and looked around, whilst trying to keep his eyes off of Julianna as he now felt almost very nervous to talk to her for some unknown reason. Actually, the very thought of trying started to make his cheeks turn slightly pink. He just simply tried to concentrate on the food. If she said anything or went near him he wouldn't know what to do.

Three knocks came from the door. Behind the door Rethyn didn't know what to do with his hands as he held his right wrist behind his back. He felt nervous, as he was trying his best to hold back breifly trembling at the thought of judgment.

Almost jumping, Rethyn was caught off guard by the magical opening of the door. Breathing out a small breath, Rethyn stepped into the room as his eyes caught that of several others in the room. For many this would be the first time they would be seeing him in different attire. Forcing his right hand up he offered a small wave to the ones who had spotted him. "Evening" he mouthed.

Behind Rethyn entered Alauric and Grayson, both looking slightly more casual than usual, "Hmm they did a nice job...despite the lack of decorations," Alauric offhandly commented. Grayson rolled his eyes, "There is never a lack of decorations in this house." Alauric chuckled as he passed Rethyn he gave the boy a nod and smile. Grayson though paused, "Its nice that you are here, now go find something fun to do," he said. These two seemed to have a destination in mind as they made their way past the others and toward the room with the pool table.

Passing by one of the rooms, Alauric paused and shook his head, he turned to his guardian, "That boy gets stranger everyday." The two walked on and disappeared

"...Yes sir." Rethyn said quietly as he only gave the man brief eye contact. With a quick glance around the room, Rethyn spotted a spot to shift off. As he passed by the food he heard his stomach make a small growl as he was starving. However, he resisted the urge to go and get some as he had just gotten there. The feeling of being out of place crawled back as he didn't know what to do. With a rub to the back of the neck the boy stood near the wall as he would now and then glance to someone then back to the floor. It was starting to feel like a painful start to the night.

"Hey, look," Soran pointed to the boy who had entered. It was Jonathan and Kilia, without thinking twice, looked. She gave a squeak of embarrassment and then promptly slapped Sorans shoulder. It wasn't hard, and hardly moved him but he had to laugh, nearly doubling over at her reaction. They all had been living in the same house for a long time and still she was so innocent like that. Of course, not that he could say much about himself too. Either way though, he was having fun teasing her a bit.

"Soran! You...."

"Hey? Just pointing it out. I mean, you are all dressed up."

"And you aren't?"

He coughed as he had taken a sip of his drink, "Gah! Kilia!" It was her turn to giggle then.

"Ha, so there. Pay back."

"I didn't think you could be so cruel..." he pouted.

"I'm not cruel," she stated matter of factually, "I just get even, so there."

"Well, miss get even go talk to your man or I will drag him over here for you."

She flushed and turned quickly to look at Jonathan before giving Soran the evil eye and walking over to her Guardian though she looked very nervous to be doing so. Soran watched her go with a bit of a grin on his lips and soon found himself standing there sort of awkwardly. Okay... there's Rethyn he thought and gave the other boy a smile. He was amazed to see him without his mask, but Soran thought it looked much better, not that he would say it though. Alauric and Grayson were even present, but Soran had yet to find Tristan. With a slight hum to himself he started wandering the room again. It took him quite a while to look through all of the different areas that were set up, but he finally spotted the red head and grinned as he watched him silently from the doorway, enjoying the nice view and waiting ever so patiently for the other to notice him.

Jonathan was slightly still in shock from her appearance that when she finally came over to him, he still had to mentally shake off the shock. "Kilia," he finally got out. "You look, amazing." He had no other words to say save for those. His heart felt like it was about to come out of his chest he was apprehensive in his speaking to her. He had to figure out something to do with her or by himself to distract his mind for a few moments, and fast.

Tristan wasn't inside the room pacing, but he was nervous. He was actually trying to remember on how to hook up the karaoke machine...but it had been a distraction as he knew exactly what he was doing, but was playing dumb for a second. Standing there, his outfit consisted of black pants and a white button down shirt. He really wasn't as adventurous as some, but still was one of his nicer outfits. A gold chain hung around his neck, and small diamond earring was in one of his ears. He took a breath and turned to finally join the others, only be be met with the one person he most wanted to see. The outfit was so cute on Soran as Tristan's eyes caught each detail, and gosh aren't the gloves sexy was his last thought. "Hi," he finally said as he looked into the other's eyes.

Kilia blushed, looking down she wasn't sure what to say in response to Jonathan, but felt her lips pull into a small smile as she twisted gently with shyness. Finally she looked up at him properly. He was looking good as well and she noted that, "Thank you. You look amazing too," she added, her face growing red once more. She was thankful for the darkness, though the flashing lights were sure to illuminate her reddened face. "So... what shall we do first?"

"Hi," Soran replied as well. He had been star struck, staring at the other boy until Tristan had turned around and spotted him. He fingered the cup gently, playing with it as he leaned against the doorway. He didn't hide the fact that he was totally staring, nor did he hide it when his gaze slipped down the boys frame and then came back up, slowly. He grinned at Tristan, that mischievous glint coming back into his blue eyes, "I didn't know you wore jewelry," he commented, he laughed a bit. He was still trying not to giggle too much about Tristans greeting. That simple hi had been so damned cute, and really distracting..., "So, why are you hiding in there, sexy? Aren't you supposed to be out here?" he teased.

Jonathan looked around, trying to think of what to do. The game room seemed to be the best interest at this moment. "Let's go to the game room. I'm curious to see what they mean." Jonathan suggested as he took Kilia's hand gently and lead her towards the room. He turned to look once more at the Table and saw a Red-faced, Nervous Peter. Peter was still debating whether or not he should man up and try to talk to Julianna and either engage in playful flirting, or just talk like a friend.

Jonathan rolled his eyes. "Poor Peter." he muttered to himself as he lead Kilia into the Games room.

Tristan wasn't paying attention to Soran's words in as much as looking him over again, "oh...um just every once in awhile." he said. "I am not hiding...I was trying to get the karaoke machine to work...but then I thought who the heck likes karaoke." Okay so maybe he was hiding but at least he had a story to cover it up, "So everyone here," he asked as he walked to the door.

Rethyn peaked around the entrance of the door to the game room. "Should I be in there?" He asked without much eye contact to the others.

With everyone else retreating to the other rooms, it seemed to have left Julianna and Peter alone in the main room, she couldn't help but notice how he was trying not to look at her. Well at least he could be friendly and say hi she couldn't help but think. She sighed and decided to find something to do cause she was going to wait around for him to make up his mind.

Peter saw her finally and it looked like she was about to get bored and might leave him. Peter looked around to see the others heading off to other rooms. Peter realized he was on his own. No time for advice from anyone so he decided to just go for it. He walked to Julianna silently and quickly. "Hey, fun party so far, isn't it?" He said trying to sound confident and hide his current confused and shy state. If he had his hoodie he'd cover his entire head In embarrassment. Also, the slight pink on his face wasn't helping his cause any.

Julianna couldn't help, she giggled slightly, "yes I suppose," she replied. "You know what might make it more fun...how about you and me, on the xbox."

If Peter didn't have steam coming out of his ears then, he'd sure be having it now. "S-s-sure." Peter replied, trying to mentally slap himself back to confidence. "What games ya got in mind?"

Julianna sort of got that glint in her as she actually grabbed Peter's hand, "Oh...something fun." she said as she lead him to the room where the others were.

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Kilia saw Rethyn peek into the room that her and Jonathan had ventured into and she smiled at him brightly, "Hey, come on. This could be a lot of fun. Some of this stuff is really old and kind of cool."

Offering the two of them a nod, Rethyn stepped into the room. "I've done quite a bit of exploring around the house, but I didn't know about this place..."

"I think this is actually their bunker area," Kilia said in response as she glanced around, "The steel door was kind of a give away," she said with a grin.

There it was. A smile. Glancing over to the two of them Rethyn tried a smile of which could use a little work as he said in return. "I guess I didn't do much of opening doors when I first got here."

Kilia giggled and then spotted Julianna as she came in with Peter in tow. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought the poor boy was a captive or something. Tugging on Jonathans sleeve she giggled as she leaned on him, "Hehe, I think Peter has been captured," she laughed, leaning forward she looked at the games.

"Does he need rescue?!" Rethyn said back in alarm as he clearly missed the joke of her words. Shooting his head in the direction she was looking he tilted his head. That didn't make much sense, he didn't look in danger. Looking back to Kilia and Jonathan, Rethyn momentarily looked like a lost dog.

"It's a joke Rethyn." Jonathan said with a Chuckle. "She meant Julianna got a hold of him so it looks like he won't just be gorging on the snacks and get ridiculously fat."

At the remark of food Rethyn heard his stomach hum at him. He wanted to go invisible, he really did and he could. A slight bit of red hit his face as he looked down in embarassment.

Kilia laughed at Jonathan, "That's mean Robin," she said gently giving him a shove on his shoulder, "Anyway lets see what they are going to play, I want to play too," she urged and took hold of Jonathans hand, leading him to the couch where Julianna had gone with Peter in tow. Glancing over her shoulder, she beckoned to Rethyn, "Come on, you too."

Jonathan chuckled as he let Kilia lead him to the Couch where Peter situated himself in. Peter looked at the Controller in his hand and then to his up and coming opponent. "Alright, let's get this started lassie." He said finally getting a shred of his confidence back.

Rethyn was not sure if there'd be enough room next to the couch so he chose to sit on the floor to the left of it. He then watched the group get ready for whatever game they had in mind. He found himself curious, he was really wondering what game they'd be going for.

Julianna had the other controller, "Ready," she said to Peter.

"When you are." Peter replied with a smirk on his face.

"Uh oh," Kilia said, her lips pulled into a grin as she watched them eagerly. She was seated up on the arm of the couch, one hand steadying herself with the other holding Jonathans arm in her slender fingers, "Julianna, do me a favor. Win," she giggled.

"No problem," Julianna looked over at Kilia a smile on her face. The game went into countdown and at go the action began.


"So, karaoke, hu?" Soran said as he rocked back and forth against the wall he was leaning on, he giggled a bit, "Mhmm..." he hummed, obviously not believing the other boy to a certain extent. Glancing over his shoulder he watched the others disappear, "Yeah, everyones here... Oh, damn. Your sister just totally stole Peter... I hope he survives..." he said as an off handed remark, "All except for you that is," he cooed gently. Setting his cup down, he reached out and stopped Tristan from going any further, "Hold on," he said softly. His fingers trained up the boys stomach to the top buttons of the shirt which he promptly undid the first two. With a grin, he adjusted the shirt a bit, "There, now you are ready," he grinned mischievously.

Tristan grinned at Soran, "Yeah she is pretty harmless..." he said, "well unless prompted to protect herself." He probably should have not said anything at all, but he didn't care as he looked slightly down at Soran unbuttoning his top two buttons. He caught the hands of the other, "Where did you get these," he was asking about the gloves.

Soran blushed damn, this always backfires he thought to himself, "Those? I... got them from an online store a long time ago, right before I entered college actually. Why?" he asked, genuinely curious as he looked back up at the taller boy.

"Cause they are incredibly sexy Soran," Tristan replied, "that is why."

His heart literally skipped a beat as he was held there, frozen by words as well as by Tristan's hands holding his, "Y-you like them... that much?" he couldn't think of anything else to say as he was burning a bright red, he could feel it even if it was too dark to see. He smiled then, "Maybe I will wear them for you more often, but you... should wear this more often," he said, gently reaching up from the others hands and brushing his fingers across the single earring, "Now that.... that is fucking hot. Have you even noticed? I mean seriously... baby, you should look in a mirror right now," he said with a grin.

"I don't need a mirror, with you saying that to me," he said as he glanced at the other, "I like your jewelry as well, Soran." He was slightly wondering why he never noticed the earrings before, and felt rather bad about it. "So are we going to stand here all night in this doorway, not that I wouldn't mind that, or should we go join the others."

Soran leaned forward, resting his weight on the boy, "What if I like the doorway?" he teased, "But I do want to see what else is down here, especially with you. There is just so much we could do Tristan. Not to mention this music," he wrapped one arm around the others shoulder, while his other hand fell against Tristan's chest and he traced circles there with his fingers, "I really want to dance too. I think Ill take you by surprise for sure. And last but not least," he leaned forward, rising up on his feet to get to Tristan s ear, "Who ever wins at a game of pool gets to do whatever they want," he laughed and then bit Tristan's ear before pulling away while laughing uncontrollably.

"You little tease," Tristan whispered, "I hate when you do that, my heart beats so fast," Tristan was breathing a little fast as well. "We will have to wait on the pool table," Tristan looked slightly disappointed in the fact, "but I am up for anything else until then." He didn't even shy away from the word dance, which sort of surprised him, but to get a chance to hold Soran close, he would try.

Soran grinned at him, "I know, that's why I do it. Gets to you, doesn't it?" He ran his tongue across his lower lip, "Hmm, fine, I suppose I can wait on that." As Tristan said he was up for anything else, the small blonde lifted an eyebrow. Reaching up, he brushed his hair upwards, the long tendrils of blonde fell from his fingers just right to have slender locks fall over one eye and fan out over his forehead, "Anything, oh my, you best be careful what you say. You don't know what kind of mood you'll put me in talking like that," he laughed. Offering his hand, he turned slightly to face the open room ahead of him, "Dance, or get beaten at some of those games you have set up down here?" he offered with a wink.

Tristan reached for the hair in front of Soran eyes, and moved it to the side, "Oh so you think you really can beat me, baby, this is my house remember." He chuckled slightly, "ok, lets go play." Tristan grinned at the other.

"Look who is all sure of himself," Soran commented as he put his hands on his hips, "I am going to beat you at any game that you want, my sexy man. Are you sure you're prepared for this? I wont go easy on you, you know," Soran teased as he started for the game room where the others had gone to. He could already hear a game going and the cheers and laughter were loud, but the music was just enough to drown them out ever so slightly.

As Soran and Tristan walked into the game room, Tristan noticed what game was going on..."Oh shit, now how the heck did she talk him into playing that."

"Gotta, beat you, somehow!!" Peter was saying under clenched teeth whilst pushing all the buttons he could press. "Come on, come on!!!"

Julianna was looking a little bit more relaxed as she pressing every combo she knew..."HA, super power." she exclaimed and hit Peter's player with a fire attack. Tristan shook his head at his sister.

"Super Attack? What the, Oh no..." Peter realized too late. "No no. No!" Julianna's character suddenly threw a fire attack at his and the avatar burned to a crisp as it was the last sliver of health left. "Nooooo!"

Julianna was giggling, "Maybe better luck next time," she said as she put down her controller. She turned and caught her brother's look of disapproval, "Oh well would you look at that, I need to go do something." She got up from the couch and escaped the room, she sort of knew what was going to happen next.

"Peter, I hate to say it, but I think you've been bambozzled," Tristan said from behind the others, "she knows every freaking move in that game without having to think about it."

Kilia couldn't control her laughter. She was laughing so hard, tears were coming from the edges of her eyes as she leaned heavily on Robin for support. She couldn't remember the last time that she had laughed so hard. It felt good to do so, and of course, once she had started laughing, it was terribly hard to stop.

Soran, on the other hand, was astonished at how brutal the end result of that game was and was starting to re-think his earlier challenge to Tristan. However, he wasn't about to give up, walk away or whatever. He was determined, and even if he lost at these games, he was confident in his pool skills at the very least. Walking up to the game, he reached for the control and gave Tristan a challenging grin, "So. Care to give me a try, baby? Or shall we call it my win?" he teased.

Peter sighed as he set the controller down. "If there is a next time...I'll pick the game." Jonathan tried hard to both laugh and keep Kilia from falling off her seat and crash right onto him. He then scanned the room to see if there were any other systems and or Games that he himself could entertain himself with. Either that or get Kilia to join him in a Co-op game and see how they'd both fare.

Peter simply glowered in defeat at Julianna when her brother said she bamboozled him. "I see... So again, next time, I pick the game. And maybe throw in a random bet on the table." Peter actually frowned when she actually left. "Darn! So close..."

Tristan not one to usual miss one of Soran's teases, was slightly distracted by Peter and then Kilia with her laughter. He turned back and looked at Soran standing there with the controller, "Did you say something," he asked the other, "how about something else...team game or something. We can see how we work together."

Rethyn tilted his head at Tristan's idea. What team game would he have in mind? Glancing over to the food again, Rethyn knew he would be snatching some later.

Soran grinned, "Oh, I see. Afraid Ill beat you, hu?" he teased again, though he did admit, playing together sounded a thousand times more fun than against. That way he could tease the boy even more, "Sure, sounds like fun though, what did you want to play?"

By this time, Kilia had calmed down enough to listen coherently. Looking at Jonathan she nodded eagerly, "I want in! Come on Robin, lets do it."

Jonathan chuckled and sighed. "As you wish, let's get on with it. Hey Peter, you gonna be a couch potato or are you gonna run after her?"

Peter turned into a shade of red. "What?" Peter said, saying the first thing that popped into his head.

"I saw the way you looked at her." Jonathan said in a matter of fact tone, "So what are you gonna do about it? Ignore it for the rest of the night or actually try?" Peter by now, started to look like a ripe tomato and quite literally steam started coming out of his ears.

"You're out of line buster! Sure she looks hot currently but-Darn it!" Peter exclaimed before realizing he said too much in front of a crowd. "I'm... Gonna shut up now."

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Tristan was looking at the guardian a little in shock, but couldn't help but to stifle a small laugh. "Eww gross man...don't talk about my sister like that," he said as he started toward the center of the powered on a game. This one pretty much took a good chuck of space up as lights went off, "Ok this is something like capture the castle, or somewhere along those lines. Main objective is to well capture the enemies flag, take it back to your castle. While trying to defend your own castle and your own flag...everyone got that."

The lighted area popped up two 3-d castles, and Tristan went to a nearby table for the control pads. "Hmm, now how we dividing up."

Rethyn had quietly wondered off as he was hovering over the food. Almost everyone had left the room with the food so he had the feeling he could grab whatever he liked. Having practically starved himself the past day he begun stacking his plate with food.
Looking around to make sure nobody was watching him, Rethyn begun shoving the food in his mouth as he quickly devoured several kinds of cheeses and hard-boiled eggs. After what seemed like five minutes of eating he begun to wonder back to the game room. Looking quite content, Rethyn casually dropped back to spot in the game room. He wanted to ask what he missed, but he didn't want everyone to focus on him.

"I'll just spectate thanks very much." Peter said, still looking red in the face from his outburst. Jonathan looked at Kilia before turning to Tristan. "I think teams of two should be nice enough I do believe."

"Jonathan and I," Kilia said, a bright smile on her face. Soran glanced to Tristan and then to Rethyn and Peter. Since Peter had opted out -which Soran was half tempted to tell him to play anyway even if it was to tease him a little- he figured it was probably just him and Tristan than. He smiled warmly at the red haired boy.

Putting one hand on his hip, he rested his weight on one leg whilst titling his head slightly, his hair feathering out over his eyes again, "So, I guess that leaves you and me. Im down for it."

Tristan gave the blonde seer a smile, but couldn't help but noticed the others he glanced at. It kinda messed up his thought on not leaving anyone out, and the dilemma of what to do was apparent on his face. "Okay," he said finally. hoping his guardian would understand.

He handed one tablet to Kilia, and the other to Soran, "Ok these control troops, and defenses, if you push on archers, then a group of archers appear on in the game. Defenses also include items to repair any damage to your own castle, should you be lucky to be able to do that. Ok now you got to pick your main player, the one who is actually going to capture the flag. Under the customize button on the screen."

Rethyn was happy he had not been handed a controller. Watching others play video games was always a good way to see who people really were. In life while skipping class Rethyn often would go over to the homes of his friends who had skipped as well. It was a form of interaction of which you really saw how people would handle things.

Peter just watched the instructions of the game go on quietly. He was mentally slapping himself for everything he even did when Jonathan made him accidentally blurt out his innermost thoughts on Julianna at that particular moment. "She must've worn that outfit on purpose to confuse me during our match..." he thought to himself bitterly and thoughtfully.

Jonathan watched the rules be explained carefully. "Okay, what will you and me do Tristan?" He asked in earnest. He knew it was a cooperation game so he wanted to know what he was about to do to help Kilia.

"Oh sorry," Tristan said, "the pad is for both of you, I had four of them at one time, but they were broken."

"Figures." Peter said, half wishing he had his hoodie to hide his red face.

"Fair enough." Jonathan said as he sat by Kilia to have a look at the pad she had.

"When the game starts, this will be your map also, it will give more detail then what you can see happening on the board," he looked at Soran wondering if the other had any questions.

Soran's gaze had gone bright, sparkling even if one wanted to call it such. The game highly intrigued him, it was just the right amount of complex whilst giving freedom to the player to a certain extent. He was in love with it immediately. His gaze was locked on the pad as he was already playing around with it, checking things out and listening. Glancing up he grinned at Tristan, "This is going to be awesome." he commented lightly then saddled up next to the boy and held the pad out to him, "So, whats the battle plan?" he asked with a slight giggle. He was going to have to ask Tristan about that system later. He really wanted to look into how it was made.

"Why don't the both of you attack at night? Is there a night time mode in the game?" Rethyn asked curiously.

"Actually there is," Tristan said, "but it gets kinda advanced in that mode," he answer the others question and turned back to Soran, "how about you do offense and I take care of defense," he suggested. A slight grin on his face.

Soran leaned in on Tristan, "Sure thing. Cant wait to show you what I can do," he prompted with a wicked grin. Turning to the tablet he starting going through it again to see what he could use to go and capture the flag. The character he would create was going to be stealthy, quick and hard to attack -at least he hoped anyway-.

"I like that character. It's always more effective." Rethyn chimed in.

"Oh...and because there is one pad per team, every round there are two turns, one is offensive and the other defensive, five moves on each of those turns. That way then you both are working and there is a time limit on each turn, up to one minute."
"Sounds good to me," Soran said as he was buried already in the offensive detail.

Kilia on the other hand, was a little bit lost and so she looked up over to Jonathan and handed him the pad with a gentle smile, "You go first," she said, "I will watch and figure it out that way. Whatever you dont do, I will do the other, okay?"

Jonathan nodded as he decided to take the offensive as well and try to pit his own mind against Soran almost as if it was chess rather then it being the other game. In which he had to anticipate and surprise him. He started to set up the offensive detail and when he felt satisfied on that end, he handed it back to Kilia. "Take the defensive, I'll try and handle Soran."

Soran laughed a bit, "Show me your worst, Jonathan," he edged, his gaze flicking up from the pad and towards the Guardian. His grin had turned to one that could be considered a bit mischevious as well as wicked. Kilia gulped at the look and leaned over to Jonathan.

"Um... I... I think hes kind of serious..."

Soran finished up his creation and handed the pad to Tristan, "All yours baby. Though I doubt you will need to protect anything, this will be over soon," he said and stuck out his tongue.

Kilia flushed, "So mean..." she moaned slightly and set to work at trying to create some decent defenses as best she could.
Tristan bit his lip, trying to chuckle, "oh so that means...I am completely in your hands," he said to Soran, kinda of nonchalantly as he took the pad, and throw up his own defenses. "Ok we are ready to start," he pressed something on the pad. And some trumpets sounded over the board game, a 'Round 1 appeared so everyone could see, suddenly little people started to appear, whatever was chosen before the game began. The main character could be see with a star above its head, "red is for you guys," Tristan pointed out, "and blue is our team." The sounds effects had horses and hammering going on, "Oh, if you want to see inside your castle..." he pressed a another thing on the pad, and suddenly the castle on the game board was completely see through. "Its the view button."

He handed the pad back to Soran, "ok start your turn," he said.

Receiving the pad, he smiled warmly at the taller boy and then turned his gaze over to Jonathan. His smile turned to a grin again and he almost had a slightly evil laugh in his tone, "Alright, game time," he said and pressed the flashing button for it to start. His character was just as he wanted him to be, quick, stealthy and hard to target. Soran made the character rush the other castle, his fingers working the pad rather quickly and the little person on the 3-D view sprinted for the other castle.

Kilia gasped at the sudden charge and gave a slight squeak as she tried to figure out how she was going to defend against Soran, "Oh God.... this isn't good..." she muttered to herself.

Jonathan quietly observed Soran's first move with almost a straight face. Peter knew that could only mean he's going to do something very devious or worse, devastating, like the moment he got punched in the stomach hard. "Bold move. I just wonder however, how good will your defenses be against what I have planned."

Tristan quirked an eyebrow at the guardian, but kept silent.

Soran laughed, "Sure Jonathan. If you even get the chance too," he cooed back, still working his character closer to the castle. It was at the wall now and Kilia was still freaking out.

"Oh... man... Soran?!" she whimpered slightly, "You couldn't have gone easy could you?"
"Sorry... not really my style," he glanced up at her and smiled though Kilia didn't feel like it was a warm one in the least. He certainly was competitive, "If you don't do something, Ill have that flag of yours in a few seconds, Kilia."

She gave a sharp hiss of air through her mouth and started trying to do something. The little figures moved around like crazed dolls and she glanced over to Jonathan, "Robin!! They arent stopping him! What should I do??" she asked.

Jonathan whispered silently into her ear so Soran couldn't hear. "Take your Archer nearest to him and order him to shoot at His guy. Then have your Axe thrower throw a well aimed Tomahawk at him if his guy is still moving if injured." Jonathan smiled at her before returning to his almost emotionless face.

"I'd probably lose at cards if you use that face Jonathan." Peter muttered, slowly recovering from his embarrassing Confession. He wanted to actually leave and see where Julianna ran off to, but he felt his presence would be missed.

The timer chimed at 30 seconds, "30 seconds guys," Tristan said just so they knew what that meant

"Easy," Soran muttered.

Kilia did as she was told to the best of her ability, but even so she was probably a slight bit too slow. Her archer missed completely, but the tomahawk thrower did manage to clip the avatar that was Soran's, slowing him down. The blonde haired Seer gave a slight groan, but pressed on, his grin turned into a frown, "Ha!" Kilia offered as she was elated to have finally done something worthwhile.

Soran sighed, "Okay, so I wont make it... but I got damned close," he said as he pushed the character to its limits to reach the flag though it had slowed considerably from the tomahawk attack.

Jonathan whispered again, "If you did set up any traps, now would be a good time to use them." Jonathan suggested in a quiet playful tone.

"Uh...." her face went completely red as she glanced up to him. She offered him a small smile and a very nervous laugh, "Sorry?"

"Oh well, he's slowed down, try shooting at him with your archer one more time." He then suggested, "But when it's my turn build some traps."

Tristan was impressed with both Soran and Kilia, even though you wouldn't hear him say it out loud. The chime went off. "Ok next turn," he said

Rethyn yawned slightly as he tucked himself further into the side of the couch. After eating all that food, he found himself feel drowsy as he watched the group interact in silence.

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Jonathan waited for Kilia to hand him the pad as he would then Unviel what his hero would do. It was slightly something a tad more to his liking, a Knight Character as said Avatar started to rush headlong into the troops and cut his way towards the castle. He was hitting a precise angle in how the troops were placed by how he looked at them when he was sitting out with Kilia defending. Jonathan kept a straight face only to smirk to anyone noticing him as he neared the castle.

Soran watched the character charge the castle, much like his own had, but instead of being without a weapon to fight back, this one had one. He lifted an eyebrow as he glanced up to Tristan. He wondered what the red head would do in response and decided to hold his tongue until something absolutely dire happened and Tristan needed his help.

Tristan had his eyes on the pad, as if the attack didn't bother him, yes his troops were being cut down. However he had more surprises closer to the castle. One was the very thing that Jonathan had mentioned to Kilia. A trap had been placed, now all that was needed was someone to set it off. He pulled up a sudden calvery rider behind Jonathan's character. It was to drive him to where he needed him to go.

Jonathan read the move as both an attempt to run him down and possibly to push him to something very unpleasant. He openly smiled as he then ordered his character to run away from the rider, seemingly to follow what Tristan predicted, but he then made a mad dash to the left of the rider and gave a swiping slice to the Rider in an attempt to trip him up.

The rider fell, and Tristan just shrugged, as he continued using his pad. He put an archer on the wall, to far away to openly attack, and it was shooting at Jonathan to keep him away from the wall.

Jonathan made his character run head long for the gate once more, whilst trying to make him run in a serpentine fashion to avoid getting shot, although Tristan's behavior gave Jonathan a slight chill, but he didn't let Kilia notice.

Peter could only chuckle at how this part of the round was going, he looked at Rethyn who looked like he was falling asleep and sighed. He almost looked like he was about to get bored. He needed another spectator buddy, either that or he would try to slip out of the room to the Dance floor.

The gate was heavily protected as it was. Three guards stood there, each weilding two scimaturs, an open attack would almost be sucide. There were barricades present as well, which would slow down Jonathan's character. And just in case...Tristan had another surprised waiting. The chime again sounded, and he finally spoke "30 seconds Jonathan."

Jonathan smirked as he made his character pull something off of his belt and hurled it towards the guards, hoping that if it connected, it would set some of them on fire. Jonathan then made his way slowly through the barricades while the fire bomb did it's work, hopefully.

Peter sighed boredly and then suddenly laughed at the hurling of the bomb, but it wasn't enough. With A sleepy companion, spectating was getting boring. He half wondered if he got up and went to the dance floor would anyone notice?

"Hmm," Tristan kinda glanced at the fire bomb, as it hit two of the three guards, the third advanced though waiting it seemed. The two guards on fire quickly vanished from the scene, but with a slight push of a button, they returned...as skeletons. The stood their ground though, as they were there as a backup.

Jonathan sucked in his breath as he tried to think about his next strategy, hoping he had enough time in his turn to deal with them. He couldnt tell what to do. Peter was chuckling at Jonathan's predicament. However, he decided that After Soran's next turn he would sneak off to the dance floor to try and do his own thing. And Maybe find Julianna and slightly confront her about Bamboozling him.

Tristan noticed the hesistation, and it seemed like his guard stopped and the chime went off at the same time. He looked up at Jonathan, "saved by the bell," he said even though he left it vague about whom he was talking about. He gave a smile to Soran as he handed over the pad, "Next round"

Taking the pad, Soran smiled, his fingers brushing against Tristans as he accepted the device. Glancing over to Kilia, he gave her a smile, "Ready for me?"

Kilia looked as if she were going to pop any moment as her cheeks were puffed out, slightly red as she concentrated on the pad. Soran laughed at the sight so hard that he doubled over giggling. Kilila, startled by the sudden laughter, looked up at him raising an eyebrow, "What are you laughing at?"

"You!" Soran answered as he took a breath. Standing up straight, he leaned against Tristan knowing that his small size and wieght were nothing really.

Puffing up her cheeks again, she narrowed her eyes, "Just wait, Soran. Ill get you this time."

"Uh-hu," he said and worked on his character. This time he was going a little more heavily armored, though he still tried to keep the speed. Even if he wasnt agile, he would be fast enough to reach the castle. He worked silently just as Kilia seemed to be agonizing over her own. Soran still giggled every now and then at her determination.

"Ready?"

Kilia glanced up and nodded, though she didnt look like she was ready in the least.

Soran grinned at her, "Alright, here I come," he said his eyes sparked with their familiar fire again. The game started and Soran was completely surprised that Kilia had done nothing with her defenses. He hesitated, glancing up to Tristan, he looked back to her and lowered an eyebrow. Pushing his character forward, he charged for the castle.

Kilia watched him carefully. It seemed she was waiting for something. Soran halted his advance. Kilia glanced up at him, tilting her head a bit. She smiled innocently at him. That is soo not innocent he thought to himself as he glowered at the playing field that was literally only himself. What is she planning.... His first thought was to go directly through the gate, but he figured she was waiting for that as it would seem obvious. So instead he rushed to the wall. He would climb up to the top and over it. As he did so, Kilia still didnt do anything which made him even more nervous.

As his little 3-D character climbed down to the other side, he stopped again for a moment. He wasnt too far away now. With a slight groan, he pushed the character forward, bolting for the flag. Then it happened. In a slight flash and bang, his character was trapped in a tiny little metal box with bars. Soran gasped, "Ah!"

Kilia, on the other hand, lost it. Laughing uncontrollably she rocked back and forth as Soran fumbled with his pad.

"Shit!"

Peter began chuckling too as he got up from the couch and started to walk away and head for the dance floor. "Too funny." He said to no one in particular as he headed out of the Game room. "Off to the dance floor." He then said, hoping to find his own entertainment, or at least, find the Bamboozler who beat him. When he caught up with her he's gonna.....wait. What was he gonna do? Peter stopped a moment to think on that before shrugging and continuing on his way.

"Nice one Kilia." Jonathan whispered. "Got another surprise?"

Still giggling uncontrollably, she shook her head, "No," she answered between breaths.

Soran was struggling, frantically trying to free himself when the timer went off. He paled, then his face flushed red which made Kilia laugh harder. She was fanning herself now with one hand as she tried to breathe properly. Soran was freaking out, trying to get his character free, but to no avail. The worst of it was that he was mere inches from the flag.

"Nope... nothing else. But... hes not going anywhere at all," she laughed.

"Aww man! The hell...." Soran groaned as the timer slowly melted down to zero. He hung his head at the defeat and heaved a heavy sigh, "Well... I have to admit, that was pretty damned good there Kilia."

She grinned at him.

Rethyn had most definetly passed out as he was snugged into the side of the couch. His hands were together on his lap and his breathing was soft. Ocasioanlly he'd shuffle a bit in his sleep, but never all that much.

Tristan couldn't help but to smile slightly at Soran's predicament, he had to hand it to Kilia that was a good move. "I guess this round is theirs," he said.

Jonathan was chuckling at Kilia's move. "You bet it is ours, how do you call it Peter?" Jonathan asked but realized then and there that Peter had promptly left to go to the dance floor, "Either that or he is searching for Julianna, I don't think he liked what she pulled on him..." he thought with a small smile on his face as he shook his head. "Well I guess he got bored." He commented more to himself Then anyone about Peter's sudden disappearance.

As the game went on, it kinda looked like some of the food (other then what was the consumed) had been put away, what was left was things that wouldn't spoil as badly. One thing that had been added though was some sweet stuff for dessert. Julianna had caught Peter leaving the game room, and promptly hid. She wasn't scared...well maybe a little. Her hiding place seemed to be on the other side of the food table, which wasn't a very good one to say the least.

Tristan turned to Soran, "So what's next," knowing the other had a few thoughts in his head.

Looking up at Tristan, the blonde haired Seer seemed to take a moment to think. He tapped a slender finger against his lower lip as he filtered through his many options. Finally, he met Tristans gaze and smiled at him, "How about a dance first? Since... you know, Im feeling nice and will challenge you to that pool match I mentioned earlier a little bit later. How does that sound?" he asked with a small laugh.

Peter was heading for the general direction of the dance floor when movement near the table caught his eye. Most of the perishable foods was moved away and Peter smirked slightly as he saw a bit of red hair hiding at the end of the table. "You're in a lot of trouble with me Lassie." He said rather pointedly yet not in an angry tone for some reason which shocked him. Was some part of his mind actually trying to flirt with her. He mentally slapped himself a few times for saying it in such a way. "I'll be either wanting a rematch or some other way of making it up to me Miss Julianna. If you want to talk or anything I'll be on the dance floor." With that Peter promptly left for said location.

Was there giggling coming from behind the food table as Peter left, Julianna couldn't help it, the boy was funny. What was he going to do...make her dance. She stood up as he walked away, lucky for her, she knew the back way out of the bunker. Yet, she was curious, and kinda wanted to know how he wanted her to make it up to him. She had a look of indecision on her face, and sighed slightly.

She picked up some chocolate from the dessert and popped it into her mouth and headed for the dance floor. She found Peter and walked up to him, "Ok I am here."

Tristan also looked like he couldn't decide what to do. "I guess a dance sounds ok." Frankly Tristan was slightly scared, but he didn't show it.

Soran laughed, reaching up he gently patted the boys chest, "You guess? Well if that doesnt tell me anything I dont know what would. Alright, come on big boy, lets go. I think youre going to enjoy this," he said with a wink as he grabbed Tristans hands and led him from the room to the area outside where it was considered the dance floor. The music was loud once again and the dancing lights really got him in the mood. Releasing Tristans hands, he hummed softly to himself as he watched the boy, taking a few steps away from him. Tilting his head slightly he smiled as his small frame started to sway slightly to the music. A few minutes after and he had started dancing without a care. He wouldnt say he was the -greatest- but he wasnt terrible either. His hands were on either hip at one point as he moved, then reaching out to grip Tristans waist, hooking his fingers in the belt loop as he pulled the boy to him. It wasnt long until Soran had completely lost himself to the music.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Soran Feliy Reigailia Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus Character Portrait: Peter O'Cyrus Character Portrait: Jonathan Robert "Robin" Grey
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Kilia, Jonathan, Tristan, Soran, Rethyn, Peter



Kilia looked over to Jonathan, her face flushing slightly, "Um..." she started. She wasn't a dancer at all and was seriously intimidated by the prospect of having to dance in front of him. At best she could just move from side to side without looking completely ridiculous. Going to the door, she chanced a peek out and grew even redder. "Wow..." she muttered as she watched Soran. Boy knows how to dance... she thought. wonder if I could do that.... wait no! No, that's really... really bad... she thought to herself frantically.

"I'm thinking one of two things Lass." Peter said in a bit of a challenging tone. "Either we have a dance off here and see who out of the two of us is the best one, or, we go back to that game room and have a rematch with whatever game I pick. Take your pick. Loser does whatever the Winner wants them to do for the evening."

Jonathan looked at Kilia who looked slightly nervous about going to the dance floor and dance. He almost chuckled at her state but stopped himself so she won't yell at him. "Well, if there are slow dances in any of this music's loop, you and me can do that and I can show you step by step how to dance, if you want Kilia." He said in an almost polite matter. "It's easy to start from there."

Tristan having being led to the dance floor, was completely lost in watching Soran. Lost meaning, mesmerized, and slightly dumbfounded. He let the other boy lead, as he didn't really want to do anything other then watch. Words seemed to have escaped him as the blonde continued, and all he was doing was staring and moving along with him.

Jullianna giggled again at Peter, "hmm, dance off or a game of your choice, well I am a little to tired to dance, so I go for the other." It wouldn't have been fair to Peter anyways, as Julianna had been dancing most of her life. She thought she would be nice and not trick him twice in one night.

"Oh my," Kilia breathed as Soran did something rather... bold.... while dancing. She lifted a hand and covered her mouth as she went bright red. She turned back to Jonathan, trying to get something to distract her from the pair that were definitely heating the dance floor... well the blonde was anyway. With a bit of a sigh, she looked towards the food, "Slow dancing hu?" she said, finding something concentrate on, "Well... I suppose if you don't mind me stepping on your feet or anything," she said, twirling a piece of hair in her fingers, "First... I am a bit hungry and those sweets...." her mouth was practically watering as she laid her eyes upon the decadence.

Soran grinned as he moved, slipping out of Tristan's hold, he allowed his hands to release the boy and then rest on his own small frame as he continued dancing, no doubt teasing the other. He was graceful, and moved back and forth, getting closer to the other boy before slipping away again. Doing a complete circle around the red head, his fingers trailing along Tristan hip and back as he went, he laughed as he was having far too much fun now.

"Alright then. Back to the game room for us then lass." Peter said with a smirk as he turned around and started heading back for the game room. He looked through the selection of games and found a perfect game he could try to beat her with. He smirked to himself at the thought of getting his revenge.

Julianna followed Peter back to the game room, looking at the sleeping Rethyn as she did, it took her a second to realize who he was, and she looked away. "So what is it?" she asked Peter.

Peter pulled out a shoot em up Multiplayer western game, "This one, Dueling mode. Best of Nine wins." Peter said with a small smirk of confidence. He knew this game pretty well enough to try his luck against her if she knew it as well. He smiled in his mental state in confidence however that speed is key and that he'll be faster on the draw.

Jonathan chuckled. "Trust me Kilia," he said with a small confident smile. "We'll minimize the toe casualty a lot with slow dancing trust me." He was actually nervous on the inside as he hoped the toe stepping wont be that painful on either person if there was a slight bumble. Worst case scenario all ten of Jonathan's toes would be aching by the time he got to bed.

Julianna slightly pouted, "Well if that is what you want," she said to the other.

Tristan's gaze followed the other as he went around him, that gaze becoming one that Soran would know quite well by now. He was being to wonder if they would even make it to the pool game, especially if the other continued like that. He licked his lips as they had gone dry, and continued watching.

Soran caught the look that he was being given. He felt himself blush and was once again thankful for the darkness of the room. Hiding it quickly with a grin that grew wider, he sidled up to the boy and wrapped both hands around Tristan's neck. leaning backwards while bracing himself with his arms, "Having fun yet?" he asked, his gaze dropping to the other Seers ear. He was so tempted to bit it again, but wasn't sure if he was quite ready for what that would entail afterwards. He would certainly have to distance himself quickly if he didn't want to get caught that easily. He was also curious as to how far he could push it too.

Kilia nodded her head, "Okay... if you say so," she said though she was seriously nervous about that portion. She was certainly going to step on him more than a few times. The pink haired Seer wasn't the most graceful thing around, and as her Mother had known very well, she was seriously clumsy -if Robin hadn't picked that up upon their first meeting-.

Peter smirked in victory and started to set up the game whilst passing Julianna a controller as he prepared the game in the right mode and set up their avatars. He knew this would end up being fun to both of them because if either of them own or lost wouldn't matter. This would end up being fun in the end.

Jonathan nodded in affirmation to what Kilia had said in agreement to it. He simply stood with her and simply waited for any song to signal for a slow dance to take her out on the dance floor. He knew she was slightly clumsy, but how bad could it possibly extend to???

As Peter handed her the controller, Julianna pout went away. Her straight face look perhaps even more scary, cause you really couldn't tell what she was thinking. "So its simply who can draw the fastest," she asked.

Tristan cleared his throat before he could answer Soran, "Yeah I am having fun," he said as if Soran wasn't doing anything to him. Even though his heart was racing a mile a minute and he was having trouble with coherent thinking.

The little blonde couldn't help the giggle that escaped him as he hung on the boy, still dancing a little bit, but not quite as hard as he had been moments before. The music was going to switch soon and he had gotten rather hot with all the moving around he had done. A drink was probably in order. But... before that. He leaned forward and kissed the other boy, covering his true intentions. His fingers dropped down to the taller Seers waist and ran along his hip playfully under the shirt and he moved over to bit the boys ear lobe. When he finished nibbling, the song had stopped and he quickly pulled away laughing as well as making a mad dash for the tables to get a drink before Tristan could catch him.

Kilia was eating peacefully when the song ended. She perked up, her heart skipping a beat as she waited for the next round of music. To her elation -or maybe her horror- it was something a lot slower than what had been playing a moment before. To make things worse, it seemed that Soran was finished dancing as he was suddenly at the tables with her and looking out of breath as well as unable to stiffle his laughter. She lifted an eyebrow at him as she was curious as to what he was laughing so hysterically about.

"Whats wrong with you?" she asked innocently as she swallowed her food.

Turning to her, he laughed harder, bracing himself against the table, "Oh... god... He's gonna kill me," he managed through the laughing.

Kilia, completely confused, tilted her head for a moment and stared at him. Finally she gave a shrug and turned to Jonathan, "Well... shall we, Robin? Better now than never I guess and its probably best that the dance floor be empty since I'm terrible at this.."

"As you wish Kilia," Jonathan said as he took her hand and lead her to the middle of the dance floor as he put his other hand on her waist and then slowly stepped to show her how it's done. "Like this, can you try without too much casualties?"

Kilia was slightly startled by Jonathan's taking her hand and leading her to the floor. She blushed as he showed her what he meant and then tentatively tried it herself, "Um... Yes, I think I can handle this. And I sincerely apologize before hand if I do step on you..." she added as she glanced up to him briefly.

"It's quite alright. Now then," Jonathan said, "Step to the left, then the right, then we do a small turn." As Jonathan said this he started to step in the beat he instructed. "It's almost as easy as counting to three if you figure it out right there on the spot Kilia." He said with a smile.

With a soft laugh, Kilia followed him as best she could. Wow... this isn't... so bad, she thought to herself as they moved slowly to the song. She giggled as she leaned against him and took her eyes off the floor where she had been concentrating on her steps, "I think... if you are leading me, Robin. Anything is easy," she grinned up at him.

Smiling down at her, Jonathan gave a soft chuckle. "Thank you, that does mean a lot coming from you." He said as she leaned against him as he heaves a sigh. "It really does Kilia." He kept dancing with her for a little while in that fashion.

The silence between them was nice as she rested against him, allowing him to lead the dance. She was enjoying his presence to its utmost. Closing her eyes, she focused on his warmth, his strong heart beat and the embrace that held her. As the song ended she pulled away gently, just enough to look up at him, "Another? I think I am enjoying this far too much with you. You should be careful Robin," she said with a wide smile, "I might just fall in love with you all over again."

Jonathan looked at Kilia with a smirk on his face. "You'd do that wouldn't you?" He asked in a happy tone as he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "I wouldn't mind, I'd fall in love with you for a thousand years if we had that sort of time. Would make this life all the more worthwhile." He looked at her with a sincere, loving look in his eyes, just to prove his point.

Kilia laughed a bit, "I would do that," she confirmed as she looked up at him and smiled, "Such a charmer, Robin. You have no idea what that means to me." Pulling herself up as far as she could go, she kissed him. This one was far more passionate than the other kisses she had given him. One hand curled up into the back of his hair around his neck, the other clinging to his shoulder to keep herself balanced as she was much smaller than he was.

He accepted her kiss with all his thoughts about the many ways he loved her. He kept his arms around her to keep her in the one spot she was at as she kissed him. This kiss almost made him want to explode in a fiery flash of light he was so happy to be at that precise moment of time. If he could do his life over again, he wouldn't change this moment. Not at all, he'd keep it this way.

Kilia pulled away gently, her breath all but stolen. Her eyes were languid as she watched him, "You're... really good at that," she commented softly. Allowing herself to fall down to her normal height that was up on her tippy toes, she took his hands and started backwards, "I think... that maybe we should turn in for the night. It is rather late... and well, I think I may have other plans. What do you say?" she asked as she tilted her head slightly, her lips fluttering between a smile as she bit her lip.

Jonathan observed Kilia for a moment before smiling with her as well. "I agree, it is getting late." He commented, "We should turn in for the night. Wherever you go I'll go." he half wondered what she meant by other plans as his mind started turning like a mechanical clock.

Kilia laughed as she started to lead him from the room. It was clear that he wasn't quite sure what she meant and that he was trying to figure out what it was she meant. So she left it to his imagination instead and continued towards the metal door of the bunker and exited the play room as she had now dubbed it, "I think you will enjoy what I have in mind, Robin. The... things I will do."

Jonathan slowly processed Kilia's words as all of a sudden, it all clicked together as he slowly began to turn a bright shade of pink. He had no way of saying anything about it that would come out right in his his head. So he only bashfully nodded to confirm he heard her quite clearly.

Glancing over her shoulder, Kilia grinned at him, "You look a little pink there, Robin. You're not thinking of... certain things too are you?" she teased knowing full well that he was. She was just exploiting it and enjoying herself very much as she lead him up into the main part of the house.

Jonathan's pink color only turned deeper as she teased him. "I never pegged you to be the teasing type Kilia." He muttered just to try and say something. He was starting to feel embarrassed as she did all this. It was like she knew how to push his buttons entirely and she was pushing every single one with glee.

"Teasing?" Kilia asked, her innocent voice probably a bit too innocent as she looked back at him. Her smile though, was far from the tone of her voice. She couldn't help but to laugh a bit as she led him up to the room that was hers. It was dark in the house, but at least there were some night lights to help light the way. Plus she had been sure to leave a light on in her room for when she did return. Once inside the room, she closed the door. Her heart skipped a beat as she moved to seat herself on the bed, "Come here, Robin. I want to enjoy sitting with you." she said lightly, her voice shaking just a bit as she patted the bed next to her.

Shrugging but almost suspicious in a good way about Kilia's intentions, he walked over to her bed and sat down where she patted. "Alright," he stated in a neutral tone to try and keep his emotions intact, "I'm here, are you enjoying my presence?"

Giggling yet again, Kilia nodded slightly, "Yes. I would enjoy it more if you would kiss me though. What about you?" she asked gently.

Sighing, Jonathan gently turned his head to her and pressed his lips against hers in a kiss that was just as passionate as the recent one, pulling away to get air into his lungs shortly thereafter and looking at her with a small smile on his face. To him, this was going a bit better then he had originally anticipated.

Kilia smiled up at him too. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she fell backwards onto the bed, dragging him with her. She leaned up and kissed him again taking her time as she let her fingers trail down from his sculpted shoulder to his chest and a little bit lower. Pulling away for a moment, she shifted around to a better position, "Is this matching what you were thinking earlier?" she asked softly, her words slightly breathy.

"Approximately, yes." was Jonathan's only reply as he moved a small strand of hair away from her face.