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Sono Kanshi-Sha : Reboot

Dameria

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a part of Sono Kanshi-Sha : Reboot, by Siryn.

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Dameria is a part of Sono Kanshi-Sha : Reboot.

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Tristan Belvedere [95] unable to withstand what is real
Soran Feliy Reigailia [75] "If I can imagine it, it can be built, trust me."
Kilia Yve Linovahle [69] "I don't believe that fighting is the answer. There's another way, there always is."
Rethyn Jadgarus [60] "I've walked blindly in the fog of war. Searching and seeking I will find her."
Sina Virye [12] "Well the plan is....Pfffpht haha! Screw the plan!"
Kazar Azure Jadgarus [4] "Even if you are kind of an ass... I think I like you"

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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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Tristan laughed slightly...was she reading his mind or something. He looked at the other this time, taking in the unmasked features as he talked, "Are you okay," he started, " I mean other then the injuries."

Rethyn felt like he was having a hard time breathing as in response he moved his hand to his mouth and nose to act like a makeshift mask. "I don't know if I can handle this Tristan. This isn't my face..At least it doesn't feel like it..."

Rethyn brought of other hand to his face as he slid it gently across his cheek to the scar upon his flesh. Forgetting for a moment Tristan was still in the room, Rethyn quickly removed his hand from the scar as glued his gaze to the floor. "Sorry about the curtains Tristan...also..should I go and cover up? I mean this old face mustn't be too pleasant to look at.." As he asked the question he felt weak as he had just admitted to another soul that this was indeed his face. He didn't want it to be, after the things in the afterlife he didn't have the pride to call it his face.

Tristan glanced at him, unsure at first what to say. "Rethyn, I don't want you to be uncomfortable, but I do think you have a good face. And like Kilia said a good smile," Tristan had to figure out his words carefully for what he was going to say next. "If you want that...back, we can fix it. But...maybe try...I mean figure out if that is what you really want to do. It will probably take a few days as it is...to fix that."

Rethyn sighed a little, but at least offered Tristan a small nod as he kept his eyes downward. It had been placed in his hands, was he to ask for the repair of his mask or try to live with the face he tried so hard to conceal from the world. One one side he didn't want to burden anyone with the repairs of his mask, and the mask itself wasn't a good long-term solution. On the other hand he wouldn't know if he would be able to carry out simple daily tasks without it. Almost forgetting Tristan was still there, Rethyn dove into thought as he pondered his choice.

Tristan let the other think, it was much to ask of him and he rather give him the moment to do so. Even if Tristan was now thinking about Soran and what to say to him. He surveyed the bathroom curtain, it was almost like Rethyn was fighting something. He glanced down at the sword that had been placed on the ground. It was like he sort of understood that Rethyn was feeling unworthy or something, "Rethyn, I don't know how to thank you for what you did today. You saved everyone's life, and you did it for them. You've become a part of this team, even if we are somewhat of a wacky bunch of people. I think Kazar would have been and still is proud of you." Tristan scooped down and picked up the sword and held it out. "Whatever you decide, I will be okay with, just take the time you need to figure it out."

Taking the sword in hand Rethyn didn't really look to Tristan as the words traveled through him. He wanted to smile again as the words brought warmness to him. Tristan's words felt genuine, and he had the feeling that they came from the heart.
Rethyn looked up and held his gaze to Tristan. His clear blue eyes looked soft as he spoke to Tristan. "Thanks....thanks to you and Kilia."

Tristan nodded and left the bathroom, he had someone else to see.


Tristan and Soran


Soran lay on the cool bed, his arms wrapped up in Tristan’s pillow. Granted it wasn’t the first time he had been on the other boys bed, but alone was different. He glowered at the wall, his back to the door as he used the pillow as his own teddy bear so to speak. Having already cried once, he was slightly red eyed but still very angry. Though he wasn’t sure if he was angry at Tristan for abandoning him right before he left for the city, or if he was angry at his own incompetence during the whole ordeal. Maybe it was a mix of both. He was certainly hurt, that much was for sure. Groaning slightly, he hugged the pillow closer.

Tristan returned and as he neared his door, his heart beat faster. He was in an highly emotional state as it was from before and during Soran's absence. He stopped and for a second almost knocked on his own bedroom door, but concluded that it was a slightly silly idea. He opened it slowly though and saw the blonde on his bed. Yes the sight of that...made him happy, had him thinking of other things. However he put those thoughts away for now. He walked in and closed the door behind him, and mostly locked it so he didn't have a means of escape. Tristan really did feel like running away, but that wouldn't help anyone.

"Soran," he said.

He flinched slightly as he heard the door open gently and then close. His heart jumped in his chest and he tried to think properly as Tristan came into the room and called his name. Everything he had prepared, everything he wanted to say went out the window. Unable to figure out what he wanted to say and only feeling angry, he turned around and flung the pillow at the taller boy, "You ass! What the hell was that all about! Fuck, Tristan! Why? Why did you do that!?"

Granted Tristan was little surprised by the pillow, and tried not quirk an eyebrow at it as it landed at his feet. He stepped over it and moved closer, away from the door, but not to close. "Because I would have made it worse for everyone," he said quietly.

Soran’s face grew red slightly as he tried to hold back a scream of rage. He couldn’t understand, how was that helpful? He sat on the bed, on his knees with his fingers curled into fists, glaring daggers at Tristan, "How? How could you have made it worse? What happened to wanting to protect me? Were those just words, Tristan, and nothing more?"

"No," Tristan responded, "I do want to protect you, even if that means from myself." He was going to figure out a way to put this, "You needed someone who could think on his feet, and well could make rational decisions. I am not very good at thinking on my feet in the first place, and I wasn't making rational decisions. I was afraid...ok, afraid of getting you hurt, of getting someone else hurt."

Soran stared at him, unsure of how to respond, "Tristan... I just.... don’t understand. How could you hurt me? Besides telling me to go without you, or to leave you, or have nothing to do with you. Those hurt me," he said, feeling himself getting worked up and trying hard not to. He was going to cry again and he didn’t want to, "So what were you thinking, Tristan? You saw it, right? What happened, when that building.... What were you thinking? Because I certainly wasn’t, and neither was Kilia or Peter and I’m sure even Rethyn wasn’t sure too. You can’t tell me that you weren’t thinking of something."

Tristan looked at the other for a second, "To tell you the truth, all I was thinking about was you. What could I do to save you, what could have happened if I tried...what if one of us..." he looked away unable to continue as tears were coming down his face.

Soran opened and closed his mouth as he watched the red haired boy. He was crying, which shocked Soran almost completely from his anger. He sat back on his feet, wrapping his arms around his small frame and frowned at the floor, "I was thinking of you too," he muttered, "I was... terrified," he closed his eyes. He wanted to apologize as he sat there, but he wasnt sure how right then. Simply saying he was sorry probably wasn’t enough. He worried as to what Tristan meant when he said to protect Soran from himself, but he didn’t want to ask. He was tired and still shocked really, "Tristan..." he called, looking up with his head tilted slightly, his gaze watery as well.

"I...am sorry," Tristan said, "I should not have done that to you." If only he could reverse the decisions made that morning. Yet there had been so many things going on that morning, he still hadn't really gained control of his own emotions before they left, he might have played it off well. He knew if he went into the situation still feeling that way, he would have done something stupid He looked at the other as he heard his name.

Soran shook his head slightly, "Come here, please," he said, trying not to sound like he was a child.

Tristan walked to his bed, but didn't sit down. He just sort of stood there, trying to calm himself. He looked at the other, wanting to reach out, but at the same time unsure of what to do next. So he waited, letting the blonde seer decide for him.

Soran released a heavy breath, almost like a sob. He raised himself up as he started to cry, "Don’t... just... stand there.... Tristan," he said between his crying, each breath he took was shuddering as he fell forward, and wrapped his arms around the taller boy, "You... idiot. Don’t just stand.... there. And don’t... leave me like that again!"

Finally overwhelmed with his own emotions. he wrapped his own arms around Soran, and cried with him. "I won't," he said finally. He sat with the boy still in his arms, and just held him.

He held onto Tristan for a long while as he slowly calmed down. Eventually he had stopped crying but hung on the other’s shoulders anyway because he was comfortable. As he rested there, he took a breath and then hiccupped. It startled him because it was so sudden and he blushed slightly. Shifting around against Tristan, he ignored it. Normally, Soran only ever hiccupped once or twice. So when it came a second time he wasn’t worried. It was when it happened a third and fourth time that he fidgeted.

"The... he-ll" he hiccupped as he said the word and quickly covered his mouth. He was squeaking. Totally not happening! he thought as he blushed furiously and hiccupped again.

Tristan was sort of surprised at the hiccups, well it wasn't usually to do that after crying, He however was trying to contain his laughter as the boy squeaked, "Soran do you want some water", he asked.

Blushing, he covered his nose and mouth to try to stifle the slightly high pitched sound he was emitting, "N-no! Damnit... No I don’t. It w-ill go a-way... shi-t!" talking seemed to make it worse, that or his body was just being cruel to him, "S-top laugh-ing!" he ordered, but in vain he was sure. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and held it, sure that looked absolutely hilarious as he did so, but if he wasn’t looking at Tristan, then he could concentrate on making them go away.

Tristan was trying to hide his laughter, and trying to look serious, unsuccessfully though. He was about to offer another suggestion for assistance when Soran took a deep breath and held it, oh geeze, he is so cute. Then something else came to Tristan's mind but he let the other finish first with his attempt.

He held it for a while, and then released it in a heavy whoosh, his gaze was slightly dazed as he opened his eyes and regretted that tactic as he was now a bit light headed. With a sigh he glanced up to Tristan, "Okay. I think its be-tter," he gasped, "Shit! Tri-stan!" He gave a soft cry, almost as if it were the other Seers fault.

"Well can I perhaps help," Tristan was really trying to look innocent in that moment.

Soran nodded, "Yes ple-ase," he grimaced as he tried to contain it, but only managed to squeak even higher.

"Are you sure," Tristan was beginning to drop the innocent look, with a rather crooked grin on his face.

"Yes! Tris-tan this isnt fun-ny," he started at first, but then noticed the grin and he went wide eyed even as another hiccup attacked him. He attempted to back away, "W-what are you pla-nning?"

Tristan didn't answer him instead pounced from his position and attacked with tickling the other boy. He was trying to scare him a little hoping that would get rid of the hiccups.

Soran gave a cry of surprise and fell backwards with Tristan following him. Soran had never been tickled before and found out soon enough that his skin was highly sensitive... too sensitive. With a slightly girly scream, he tried to grab Tristan’s hands to get him to stop, but the other boy was far larger and stronger and he had gotten the jump on him, "Ah!! Tristan! S-stop!" he was laughing now, the poking was driving him nuts as he writhed around, trying to get free. It wasnt long till he was crying and laughing hurt, "Tristan.... seriously," he giggled, trying to breathe, "Your gonna kill me!"

Tristan couldn't help but to laugh too, that was just how it was when you tickled another person. He let up though after Soran said he was gonna kill him...jokingly of course. Tristan was looking down at the other, "Oh I can think of other ways...of torturing you," His eyes were intense again as he said those words.

"Tr-Tristan," this time his stutter wasn’t from the hiccups at all. Those eyes... again. That look, Soran thought and his face went completely red. He knew that look pretty well by now. After all, he had incited that look a few times before. He could only stare in those eyes, unable to look away almost as if the other Seer had cast a spell over him just by looking at him like that. He was tempted to ask what that meant exactly, but he was pretty sure he was starting to get a good idea.

At the sound of his name, Tristan dove in for a kiss, yet after a minute pulled back, "Are you ok," he asked in all serious and he didn't just mean about the hiccups.

Breathless.... every time he thought, dazed. It took him a moment to register the question, "Hu? Oh..." he took a deep breath. After a slight minute, and his gaze moving to Tristan’s shoulder, he answered, having figured out his own feelings on the question. Yeah, he had been angry, but he knew the reasoning. Tristan had apologized and promised not to leave him like that again, so it was enough for him. He turned his eyes back up to the other Seers, "Yeah. I am. Are you?" he asked, his fingers playing with the boys shirt that hung right over him.

"I am now," he answered softly.

Soran smiled. Reaching up he ran his fingers through the boys hair. It was soft, "Good," he answered and then wrapped his arms around the boys neck and pulled himself up to his ear, "Want to know something?"

"What," Tristan asked curious

With a smile, he pressed his lips against Tristan’s throat briefly, "I love you," he said, "Totally... freaking in love with you. You could even say Im high off you. Kind of funny, isn’t it?"

"No," Tristan answered sort of blushing and breathless at the same time, "I love you also, Soran. I am not ever going to let you go, you know that right."

Though he blushed, he nodded. His heart pounded hard at the boys declaration, "I know that. Although," he said with a glint in his eye, "about that whole, torture thing, you’ll have to catch me first," he grinned and then slipped out from under Tristan, landing on floor neatly and pounced for the pillow to prepare to throw it at the other.

"Oh you sneaky little tease," Tristan said in a huff and turned, "and yeah I know...you aren't little in the least." He grinned slightly. "Just give up Soran, you know you want to."

He blushed, the pillow clutched tightly in his hand, "You...." he huffed, eyes wide, "Now who is sneaky?" he stuck his tongue out and flung the pillow at Tristan anyway, "I won’t make it easy for you this time, you want it, you better come get it, sexy man" he grinned as he moved to get some distance.

"Okay if that is how you want it," he said after catching the pillow and placing it back on his bed, he got up slowly, and almost prowled around the other as he looked for any weakness

Soran grinned at the red haired boy, his heart racing though as he moved with Tristan, keeping the distance as best he could, "You know, I really must say, that shirt... very revealing. Look at all that muscle, so hot. God, Tristan, you really are attractive. I think I might want to kiss you everywhere," he teased, trying to see if he could provoke the other so that he could continue his little charade.

Tristan blushed slightly, "I know what you are doing Soran, and well the shirt is just getting in the way." He took it off and threw it toward the closet. "Now what if I start with you, those absolutely breath-taking eyes of yours."

Soran blushed furiously now, Crap... he’s onto me... I really gotta try something else next time he thought to himself as his gaze left the boys face to his shirtless upper frame. He sucked in a deep breath as he took a step back. Unfortunately, he hadn’t quite been paying attention to his surroundings, and his foot caught the chair. Stumbling, he hit the floor, "Ow..." he moaned, and then gasped, "Crap..."

"Soran," this time the tone was serious, he tried to catch the other as he fell, "Are you ok," Tristan asked looking at him trying to determine if anything was hurt.

He nodded a bit, "Yeah... just a bit... bruised up I think," he said with a laugh, "totally fine otherwise," he grinned at the other so that Tristan knew he was indeed alright, "I’m a lot sturdier than I look, jeez," he said and gave a playful shove to the boys shoulder. He bit his lip, "So... uh... Tristan.... about your shirt... Your leaving it off, right?"

Tristan smiled back at Soran, and then he began to chuckle, "Only for you, Soran."

He gave a light humm in return, "I see... same for you then," he reached down and pulled the edges of his own shirt up and over his head. He was going for sexy, but it probably came out as funny as he got one arm stuck for a moment and blushed furiously afterwards, "T-there. Now we are even."

Tristan was shaking his head, "Nope, wrong again, I think I won." He grinned as he leaned over to first catch the boys face and then his lips in a kiss.

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Character Portrait: Soran Feliy Reigailia Character Portrait: Kilia Yve Linovahle Character Portrait: Peter O'Cyrus Character Portrait: Jonathan Robert "Robin" Grey
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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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Soran and Peter

Soran sat with one leg up under him, the other dangling off the chair as he worked on the computer before him. He was humming to himself as the headset was hooked in one ear and he was listening to his favorite music. The boy would sing every now and then as well, completely in tune with the music he was slightly rocking out to. He was completely in the zone as he worked on the computer, designing a new program to shift through the information he had gotten from the city.

Peter was slightly walking to the room he knew his seer was at, possibly working straight away on the data he collected for his new program. He walked to the door and opened it silently as he closed it. He was slightly moody as he rubbed a bruise on his shoulder. "Darn fancy pants, I underestimated him..."

Soran startled at the voice that entered the room, "Fuc- Aww man," he said with a groan as his fingers accidentally hit the wrong key. However, as he watched the program take off, it seemed to be working regardless and he grinned. Bouncing up and down in the seat with excitement he almost forgot that someone had indeed entered the room, "Awesome! Oh! Hey Peter... whats up?" he asked, glancing over to the Guardian. For a moment, Soran seemed to take a minute to realize who it was he was talking to. In all honesty he and Peter hadn't talked all that much since they had been paired as Guardian and Seer. It was probably a good a time as any really and for a moment the boy felt slightly guilty for not paying more attention to Peter as he probably should have. Turning away from the computer, he gave it one last glance as it worked through the information. That can sit and do its thing for a while he thought to himself and removed the headset so he could concentrate on Peter fully.

"Lost that Sparring match against Kilia's Guardian..That Jonathan guy can really throw a punch. He actually looks like one of those guys who cares about his physical health or else he wouldn't look so defined, She picked a good guardian, and a good boyfriend if they have hooked up." Peter commented slightly whilst nursing another bruise. "How's the program going?"

Soran grinned at his Guardian, "You know, Guardians and Seers don't really *pick* each other, you know. It just kinda happens," he shifted around and glanced back at the program as he was asked about it, "Its going, I guess. It pulled up a lot of information when I released it in the city, so its going to have to go through a lot of it. I think I am going to have to modify it somehow. Gotta figure out what is the gods power and what is Yves.... Um... I mean, a Seers," he scratched at his cheek gently with a frown, "Anyway. Why'd you go and pick a fight with him anyway? You knew he was fairly strong to begin with. The guy isn't small, that's for sure. Hell, I think he and Tristan are pretty well built...." he paused slightly, his mind going elsewhere as it often did with Tristan's name alone. He probably could have daydreamed for a while if the system didn't beep at him and startle him.

"Ah! Oh... uh, sorry," he said. Tapping a few keys, he gave it another command and returned his attention to Peter, "Anyway... yeah, question still stands."

"I was bored and tired from being woken up early in the morning so I went for the nearest person with arms and legs. That a problem?" Peter said as Soran also dodged the fact Yve was the energy signature as well. "Relax on that fact Soran. I know what Kilia is going through. It's not my first roundup." He said with a small frown on his face.

Frowning at his Guardian, he sighed heavily, "Yeah, well still. Its a touchy subject I'm sure with her, so... anyway. Seriously, though, you just jumped on the nearest person hu? Dude, you really need to calm down. So yes, that is a problem, I cant have you lashing out at the nearest person just because your up early and bored. We are all here to work as a team, not tear out each others throats," Soran continued with a frown as he glanced back at the system for a brief moment before looking back at Peter.

"If it's worth anything I apologized after being soundly humiliated. My Father gave me at least some degree of manners before..." Peter stopped himself there as he shut his mouth almost instinctively like a fish...and his mouth acted like it was clamped shut for a moment. Peter groaned in exasperation as he flicked his jaw which made it loosen up again. "Gah! That's better. But, yeah, he did give me some degree of the manners stuff."

Soran grinned at him again, trying to keep himself from laughing openly at his Guardian, "You're funny, a little strange I hope you know," the blonde said with a giggle, "I'm glad you at least apologized, if not I was going to make you do that," Soran sighed as he stretched, his arms rising up over his head with his fingers intertwined. His lithe frame shuddered under the strain and then he relaxed again. Once again, he startled as his program began beeping at him incessantly. Whirling around, he eyed it carefully. After a few keys being pushed, a bit of mumbling and his eyebrows down in slight frustration, he fell back with his gaze wide and breathed out heavily.

"Holy... shit..."

Glancing over to Peter he was stunned for a minute by his own program, "I... I did it! But its.... really scary," he said, his face pale slightly, "I... have to show Tristan and Grayson... Come on, lets go," he said as he leaned forward and plugged in a flash drive to the computer and downloaded it with a few key presses.

"Good job Soran, your program is a success." Peter said with a small smile on his face. At the sound of Soran wanting to show Tristan and Grayson, he shrugged. "If you want to celebrate with them that's fine by me buddy. I just gotta find something to ice my shoulder and I will probably catch up with ya on that with the others." Peter got up from his chair as he walked to the door and opened it. "After you."

"Umm, well not really celebrate," Soran muttered as he pulled the drive from the computer and got up, "Sure I guess its a success, but I honestly don't like the results I got. Anyway, I'm going to need Grayson and Tristan to help me create a program for detecting Gods and Goddesses with this, and we are seriously going to need to prepare... like.... insanely," he muttered to himself and went to the door. With a slight nod he walked out into the hallway first and went on the hunt for Tristan and Grayson.

Peter sighed, "If it's not one thing it's another... I really don't know what to say to that." Peter sighed as he walked to the kitchen to find something to ice his shoulder or something along those lines. Peter was now very Worried. The only reason Soran would be worried is if something was coming, and coming faster then anyone wanted.


Soran, Alauric, Grayson,Tristan,

The adults were in Alauric's study, discussing some strategies for training and actually battle. They almost had everyone's strengths and weaknesses worked out, well with a few exceptions. They had also been doing research on accounts with the goddess was met the other night. Neither one of them looked at least bit happy in what they found either. Alauric was sitting at his desk, going through some emails and Grayson was sitting on the couch reading a book.

Soran knocked on the door of the room that he thought he would find Grayson in. He had gotten used to the house by now, and with the help of Tristan as well, knew pretty much where to find people when he needed them. He bounced back and forth as he waited for an answer. He bit his lip as he waited, hoping that Tristan was in the room as well, after all he had promised to tell the other boy about things first. Man would this be awkward...

Grayson stood up and opened the door, "Master Soran, is everything ok, did you get what you needed from earlier." Alauric looked up as well from the desk, he was curious as well, but let the guardian ask. "You do look better," Grayson continued but noted a slight paleness to the other's complexion. He stepped aside so the boy could come in

"Uh... yeah," he said slowly and looked about the room, "Wheres Tristan?" he asked as he moved into the room. I dont want him to get mad at me again, he thought solemnly.

Alauric chuckled slightly, but was trying to hide it from the boy. Grayson gave him a look, "I do believe Tristan said something about a shower, maybe food. He will be along in a minute or two," Grayson answered him. "He said if you should come along with your results, that it would be ok to go ahead." Actually it had been a rather funny scene not ten minutes earlier, in which Grayson could have sworn Tristan ran in and out of the room about 5 times, each time with something else to add...always starting with If Soran this...or Soran that..... Finally Alauric had enough and told him if he came back one more time he would lock him in his room.

"O-oh, okay," Soran said and moved to take a seat. When he sat down though, he realized that they couldnt do much without the flash drive and stood again abruptly, "U-uh! Here, sorry. This... it has all the data I had and the program I ran that sorted it all. Its really freaking amazing, to be honest, but the scary part is what it showed me once it was all done," he moved swiftly and went to Alaurics desk. He gestured to the computer, "C-can I?"

Alauric closed a program he had been using and got up, "All yours," he said, stretching slightly. He stepped aside for the other.

Soran seated himself and quickly plugged in the device and worked on the computer, bringing up everything he had on his own computer earlier, "So, when I made the spell to capture all of the power in the city, it did that plus some. It took a really long time to sort through everything, but basically," he paused in his explanation. His fingers flew across the keyboard and once he was finished, he turned the computer for both Grayson and Alauric to see, "this is what it looked like," on the screen was a graph of sorts. A handful of lines were scattered across it, but one stood out from all the others. It was thicker, pulsing higher than the others with two other lines below it almost as thick with only a slight sliver of space to keep them apart. Soran pointed to the one that was farther below those three lines, "This... this is Yve. Her power, her spells. And this one," he cringed and seemed to go pale again as he lifted his finger to the one that was larger, "This is the Gods, the one she fought. I don't know what it really means, but to me... That God, Devil, Creature at this point, is fucking strong... I! Mean! Really, really strong. Like, the city was lucky to have been standing as it was to be honest. That God could probably level everything within a few hundred miles if he wanted to." He stuttered on the curse word that slipped his mouth. He wasn't used to it, and was always trying to be polite around Tristans father.

Both adults looked at the scene, both impressed by what the boy was able to do. Grayson though spoke up first, "The two below that, I take it, are his companions," he sort of asked, guessed in the same sentence. He looked at Alauric, who had gone sort of pale while looking at the graph. He wondered what the other was thinking.

Soran nodded, "Yeah, those are the other Gods that were with him," with a shake of his head he pointed to the ones that were scattered around underneath the gods and Yves signatures, "These ones I don't know about. Probably other magic users that were once in the city. Their lines are thinner so they aren't really all that powerful. I think if I were to compare our spells, we would be about the same thickness as Yves is, or similar anyway. Either way, there's nothing that contends with this Gods.... Oni, I guess he was called?" Looking up he raised an eyebrow, "What is he the God of?"

Alauric stood and walked to the couch, "Everything...basically god of gods." He sighed, and sat down. Standing at the door was Tristan, who might have been standing there the whole time without anyone noticing him. His eyes looked at his dad, not really sure what to say. He took a walk to the computer to actually look at the graph as well. "Damn...," he finally understood a little bit better. Grayson quirked an eyebrow for a second, "Your probably right, however individually you might be even less than Yve's, you guys having just getting to figure out your powers and what you can do with them."

"Holy... God of gods..." Soran repeated in a hushed breath, leaning forward he looked at the computer again, "That does explain the insane power." He winced slightly at the mention of how they were under Yves abilities. Grayson was most likely very right about that. He frowned a bit, his gaze trailing up to Tristan who was standing next to the desk now, "Yeah... this means a lot of training doesn't it? How are we even going to get close to this? I mean... Gods are hard enough to deal with, but this guy? A god of Gods...." Soran shook his head as he sat back in the chair with a thump, "This.... this almost feels impossible."

The room fell silent for a second, it was finally Alauric that spoke, "You...seers shouldn't have to deal with this, for you it will be impossible." Yet, who was there left to deal with the problem, Alauric shook his head, "I should have more faith in you, you've all shown promise." He was having a hard time putting words to his thoughts. If Yve had in fact asked him this earlier, he would have implacably said no, he knew that would be suicide. Tristan turned and looked at his father, but didn't reply.

Soran looked between father and son, sensing something but not quite sure what it was. He bit his lip again as he sat there, turning slightly in the chair, "But if not us, than who? I mean... we cant seriously expect any sane civilian to go up against a God. That would just be.... stupid," leaning forward he watched Alauric carefully, "If its not all of us, than there really is no hope. We just have to get stronger. I'm ready for it!" he said enthusiastically, which he realized didn't match his earlier statement. Soran honestly hadn't meant to sound so grim.

"Alauric, we can help them get stronger, but how much time do we have is the more important question." Grayson was studying the data. The attack from the other day had been close, how fast were these gods actually moving, and what were their actually plans

Soran tapped his lip gently as he rocked the chair back and forth. how much time... thats a really good question he thought to himself as he stared at the desk, "Well..." he started slowly, "The Gods are at war with each other, aren't they? So, if they are preoccupied with that for the most part, I think maybe we would have a decent amount of time. I guess the only thing right now is not letting Oni know where we are particularly and what we all can do. Honestly, I think if any of us were to be a major target it would be Kilia. Her healing is great for us, but probably really annoying to them," he gasped in mid sentence, "Criea....!" He looked up at Tristan with wide eyes, "She knows where we are and shes the only god we haven't sealed away or defeated yet.... What if she went back to him? What if shes working with him? Shit.... I hope she isn't on his side.... That would be disastrous! Which also means we probably don't have a lot of time.... Fu-... ugh... crap... shit... what are we gonna do?" he ran his hands through his hair as he leaned on the desk, slightly freaking out and rambling all at the same time. He had seriously forgotten about Criea.

Soran had two adults looking at him, and one red-headed seer trying to hold in his grin. Grayson was trying to remember what had happened during the fight, "I do think she said something to Kilia's guardian on that matter..." he had been the only one nearest the two guardians other then Kilia and Julianna. He looked at Alauric, trying to figure out the man's expression. Alauric looked really deep in thought about something. "I don't think we are going to figure anymore of this out at the moment." Grayson finally said. "We will train, maybe with some sort of combinations of powers we can surprise them or something." It worked well in the fight with Yakosa, and well it almost worked against Criea...

With a sigh, the blonde Seer dropped onto the table, his head hitting his arms as he crossed them just in time to pillow his release. He gave a groan, "Ow...." he muttered and then sighed afterwards. He closed his eyes as he took a few deep breathes and thought about what Grayson said. The Guardian was right, "Yeah.... I guess. Maybe we could do that. I mean, Yve did have an amazing combination of spells too... though she had done that on her own. She was amazing..." Lifting his head he looked at Alauric, "Speaking of which, you can do that too, cant you? How do you do that? Wait, wait," Soran waved his hands, "I need a break... Like seriously I've done nothing but work on this program for most of the day and I have a head ache.... Seriously. We all need a break." He lit up as he said those words and beamed at them, almost like a light bulb had suddenly switched on over his head.

"Break! Yes, we need a break! Anything, something, something fun.... Definitely something fun," his gaze grew mischievous and he looked over to Tristan, "Maybe a party, maybe some games, maybe lots of food... definitely food. Nothing like some friendly competitions and teasing and laughing and relaxing and..." now he looked to be day dreaming.

Now Soran managed to at least get the two adults grinning slightly. The other was holding his hand over his mouth, trying not to openly laugh as much as he wanted, "And Soran has left the building..." he finally managed to say after a little while. Alauric couldn't help but get caught up just a little in the other's enthusiasm, "I think that sounds like a good idea, perhaps we should have it downstairs." Tristan turned and looked slightly surprised, "you mean, oh why the fuck didn't I think of that earlier," apparently Tristan didn't have a problem cursing in front of his father.

"Okay sounds like a plan then..."

Soran looked between them all, "What? I have not let the buIming I'm right here... Oh," he apparently just then got the reference and glowered up at his lover, "You...." he said in a low, drawn out hiss, "You are so going to get it later," he promised.

Switching gears rather quickly he beamed brightly at Alauric and Grayson, "Party!!! Sounds great, when do we start?"

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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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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 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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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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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 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.

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"Yes, speed is key to get the draw, also Placement of your shot. You hit the stomach and I still have a chance at shooting you, hit the hand, you get some points for style and honor, and the head and the heart are instant kill shots." Peter explained as he put the finishing touches on as he smiled with satisfaction. "There we are. Perfect." He sat on the couch with his remote in hand with the cursor over the begin button. "Alright best of nine rounds wins. You ready?"

"Yep," she said more confidence in her voice than before. She had her hand on the button, watching the game instead of Peter.
Peter smirked at her and pressed the begin button and the game opened up to a traditional western town road, Peter's avatar walked out of a bar and got to his position, his hand hovering for the pistol on his right hip.

Julianna's avatar did the same, and she watched the game. Sort of not remembering if this had a countdown or just the word 'draw' going across the screen, so she was ready for anything.

The countdown slowly started out, 10 downwards, as the camera angles switched from time to time up until the 3. In which the camera split the screen to signal the players to get ready and use they're joysticks to aim then hit the draw button when the signal came Then the fire button. Then without warning the word 'draw appeared on the screen after one as Peter pressed the two buttons right away. If he managed to do it, then he probably hit her avatar square in the chest.

Julianna watched the countdown, aiming for Peter's head when she was suppose to and also pressed the two buttons when the word appeared on the screen.

Peter looked shocked at the results of who won as both characters fired their guns but Peter's avatar went down first. "What the?!" He said with a look of shock. "Okay....still got eight rounds left...I'll beat you yet missy!"

Julianna looked slightly surprised, but was good at covering it up quickly. "Your on mister," she was ready now to really play the game.

Rethyn blinked as the words of the two had awaken him. Rethyn sat up slowly and yawned as his eyes went to the screen. With the stretch of his arms he could be heard as he bent his neck and cracked it a little. With several pops his neck cracked less than gracefully as he slouched over and rubbed his eyes. "Games." He yawned.

"Finally up Rethyn? You're just in time to see me kick Miss Julianna's butt in this game!" Peter said as he aimed for her Avatar's head and waited for the signal and then pressed the buttons slightly faster.

Julianna had aimed, but then got distracted by Rethyn's cracking neck. A sound that made her cringe slightly. She missed the signal and saw her avatar go down. "That is no fair...," she mumbled, but she didn't look at Rethyn as she didn't want to make him think it was his fault she wasn't paying attention.

"Yes, how long was I asleep for?" Rethyn asked without diverting his eyes from the television screen. Using the side of the couch as support Rethyn brought himself to his feet. Reaching his arms to the air again he stretched a little more with closed eyes.
"A few minutes, and you snooze you lose lass! Next round!" Peter shouted with glee that she was slightly distracted. "I'm gonna win for sure..."

Julianna gave Peter a little look, one that sort of look like she was annoyed on her end. "Yeah, yeah," she muttered. "Just get on with it," she said to him.

Rethyn wanted to say something as he started for the door of the room. He felt weird as he held back the words that went through his mind. Instead of saying what he planned he merely said "Have a good game." before walking out the door.
"As you wish Madam." Peter said in slight confidence "Let's see who wins then!" He shouted with slight glee As the next round commenced.

-----Several rounds later-----

Peter was sweating visibly, both had managed to tie 4-4 in the past eight rounds. He half wondered who'll win the final round as he aimed very carefully at her avatar's head As the final part of the countdown commenced. He didn't want to lose, but he was sure Julianna didn't want to either. On the signal he pushed his buttons as swift as possible. "Here we go..." He said to himself hoping his guy would be the quicker shot.

Julianna was nervous, dang how did they end up all tied up, she knew this last round was the most important. She aimed at Peter's avatar, and when the signal went off she found that she kinda aimed a little low, and somehow it happened to be even lower then his stomach. She blushed wishing that it hadn't happened. She couldn't look at the screen anymore, nor at Peter, who could still kill her avatar.

Peter looked in surprise. "I...I won!" He shouted in surprise he felt incredibly happy that he won as his avatar killed Julianna's as he looked at her turn away with a red face. "Uhh," he said in an awkward voice. "Oh...right...the bet, well...I'm just gonna ask one thing and nothing else..." He said feeling embarrassed he won on a small fluke.

Julianna looked up at him, "Okay ask away, you won, what do you want."

Peter slightly flushed red. "Will One kiss, on the cheek suffice?" Peter asked rather sheepishly, feeling unable to think of anything else on the fly and his mind had drawn to a blank after he himself won.

Julianna giggled, "So, you want me to kiss you on the cheek, or do you want to kiss me on my cheek," she was a little unsure on the matter.

"M-mine...please?" Peter asked almost stuttering. He suddenly now slowly started to regret saying his words as he knew he never kissed a girl before, or had any other girl other then his sisters or mother kiss him either. His face was turning redder by the minute.

Julianna's grin got slightly bigger, "Alright," she said and she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "You know I really like seeing your eyes, they are really pretty," she added before moving away from him.

Peter's eyes widened when she commented on his eyes. "P-p-pretty?!" Peter exclaimed in a bashful burst. Now she was teasing him?! Somehow he felt like he lost somehow and not won like he planned it. "Y-you're teasing me!"

Julianna sighed sometimes she thought boys were so dim-witted, "Of course I am teasing you, but I am also giving you a compliment, and thanks that was a rather excited game, but I am really tired."

"Okay." Peter said, almost sounding slightly disappointed that he wasn't gonna see her for the rest of the night. His mind was mixed up and he didn't know what to do, kiss her back or no? That was the question brewing in his mind. He simply looked into her eyes and went a little closer to her. Without thinking of a plan he kissed her on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss or anything, it was more like a small peck before he backed away. "Well, Goodnight then..." He said still looking red.

Now Julianna was truly blushing and couldn't help but to giggle again...ok she was even getting annoyed with the giggling. "Um...thanks," she said unsure as to what to actually say. She got up and looked a little dazed as she did and walked out of the game room.

Peter looked as himself after Julianna left and then fully realized what he did. "Oh no...I hope Tristan or Soran don't figure this out!! Oh man I'm gonna be screwed... I have a crush on his Sister! Son of a Dullahan!"

Tristan and Soran

That sneaky little tease Tristan thought as he watched the blonde seer run away after kissing him and biting his ear. A grin appeared on his face, but he wasn't going to give Soran any sense of victory by watching him chase after him. No, he slowly sauntered off the dance floor, passing Kilia and Jonathan on their way to dance, "Have fun," he said, not really expecting a response. He walked to the food table, kinda wondering if Soran had the nerve to still be there.

Soran sipped his drink, trying to calm his racing heart and sate his thirst as well. The juice felt good as it went down his parched throat. After drinking his fill, he slowly turned around, resting against the table to rest. As he was taking another long drink, he spotted Tristan coming towards him. Nearly coughing on it, he quickly straightened off the table and put the cup down so as not to spill it. Laughter bubbled up again as he watched the other boy God I feel like Im in freakin high school again, he thought to himself, "Well, hello there, baby. Was the dance too much for you? Or was it the teasing... oh wait, I was doing that already," he commented as he backed away, sticking out his tongue as he went.

Tristan didn't say anything, instead he stopped by the dessert, he picked up a piece of chocolate and popped it into his mouth, "No..I figured you just ran over here to get something to drink, with how fast you ran away. You afraid of something Soran. Perhaps..you had something else in mind to do." He stepped a little closer to the other giving him a once-over that left little doubt in what he was thinking about.

Damn him....! Soran was fumbling. He never could win. Though he gave a slight gasp in reaction and his face was no doubt a blood red, he gave a smile, his eyes getting their mischievous look again, "Me? Run away.. no no, I don't run away. Never. Afraid... of course not! You certainly don't scare me. I can take you any day," he said though he was rambling of course and totally not helping his station. He would have said more, but then Tristan had turned and faced him, taking a step closer to him. His gaze ran over Soran and the intense look that he was getting used to recognizing made him tremble. He found that he couldn't move, frozen to the spot. How does he do that?! he thought frantically.

"Tristan..." he breathed, "W-what did you think I had in mind?" he asked, though he wasn't quite sure that came out properly and lost all of his earlier mischievousness and confidence.

Tristan grinned at the other deciding to give the blonde a break for the moment, "Pool game, I think its free." Tristan was trying to hold himself back until after that, he was having to much fun as it was. And now he was really curious to see how good Soran really was.

Soran took a breath. He had been expecting things to go a different way. He watched the other boy for a moment, unsure of what to say in response. But then he had an idea and his grin returned. Leaning forward on the table a bit seductively -well as well as he could manage at the moment- he proceeded with, "Ready for that challenge baby? You know if I win I get to do whatever I want to you tonight," he said though he trembled slightly from the implications. If he lost, he was going to be on the receiving end of this bargain for sure.... if Tristan wasn't already way ahead of him. Still he held his posture and his grin to hide his insane nerves.

"Hmm, I am really curious Soran, what would you do if you did win," Tristan asked, he started to walk away from the food table back to the room where the pool table was.

Soran fumbled as he went to follow after the other towards the pool table. That was a very good question. What was he going to do if he won? He wasn't sure. After all, if he tried anything he would most likely just end up making it worse for himself rather than the other. Still, he was damned determined. Moving into the pool room, he grabbed a que stick and waved it at Tristan's back, "You.... will just have to wait and see. Why, do you have something planned already, hot shot?"

Tristan was setting up the balls, and looked at the other, "I've always got something planned Soran," he answered quite easily. He placed the last ball in the rack and placed the white ball on the table last. And picked up another que stick and looked at the blonde seer, "You break," he said.

With a grin, he twirled the que stick around in his fingers deftly, "Well then, I think you just handed me this game," he said as he went to his place to break. Leaning over, he held the que stick loosely, running it back and forth across his fingers before shoving it right at the white ball. With a loud crack the que ball went flying into the group at the end of the table. They shattered, going all over the table. Two sunk. With a quick look he glanced up to Tristan, "Pick... I sunk both strip and solid..." hmm... maybe this isnt the greatest start... that's never happened before, he thought to himself.

"Solids," Tristan answered Soran as he concentrated on the balls on the table looking for shots. He glanced up at the other seer, to see where he was going to shot first.

"Hmm.. okay, stripes for me then," he answered and tried to figure out his next few moves. Aww man... this already doesnt look good, Soran thought to himself as he surveyed the table. Most of the shots he would usually make with no problem were blocked by Tristan's balls, the solid ones. He frowned a bit as he walked around the table twice. Finally deciding on a shot, he put himself up on the edge of the table and leaned over. Balancing himself with just his own muscle, he lifted the que stick and carefully aimed for the white ball to sink his own in the corner pocket. He may have -admittedly- lingered in that position a bit longer than was needed, but when he hit the ball, it knocked his straight into the pocket. Okay! great start.... I think.. he thought with a smile. Hopping off the edge he gestured to the table, "Your turn."

Tristan was watching the other take his shot very closer, quite admiring the view as well. "My turn," he repeated slightly quirking his eyebrow, "Really...," he kinda wondered if he had actually forgotten the rules to this game. "Ok if you say so," he looked around the table for a shot, lining one up to hit one of his balls in the side pocket, bending over as he did and moving the que to hit the white ball with just enough strength that it smoothly went in the direction of the other and hit it easily into the pocket.

Soran swallowed dryly as he watched. Shit... dont tell me hes really good at this too... The blonde Seer bit his lower lip as he paced the table, trying to figure out his next shot. It took him a while longer than the first time and when he finaly settled on one he was still uncertain. Turning slightly, he pulled back the que stick and gently tapped the ball as the one he wanted was right on the edge of the side pocket. It teetered, rocking back and forth and Soran held his breath. Finally it fell in and he let out a release of air in relief, "Hmm... this may be a close one. Are you prepared to lose?"

Tristan looked at Soran, "Well even if I lose, don't I win Soran," he said casually. He gave the other a grin as he took his next shot making it look even more easy as two soilds went inside the same pocket.

Soran looked pale as he watched the shot. Damn... he is good. It didn't help that Tristan added to the situation by telling him that no matter what, the red haired Seer wasnt losing. Soran swallowed again as he glanced up to the boy. I... am losing... how is this possible? he thought and wrung the que stick. He briefly had a quick image of what Tristan might do to him once they were finished and he blushed furiously, his voice cracking as he tried to recover and failed horribly. Attempting to take his next shot, he was trembling slightly and when he hit the que ball, it missed his ball completely and ended up knocking one of Tristan's into a pocket. "Crap..."

Tristan looked at him, "Is something wrong," he asked, knowing that Soran would probably not miss that shot with any other opponent. "Do you want me to stop talking to you, and stop making you think about will happen later on, because really you've been teasing me all night, especially with that move you made on the dance floor. I am kinda out of patience Soran." He moved to the table not taking his eyes off the other as he sunk the next ball. To farther illustrate his point, he didn't stop and moved to the next shot, sinking it rather quickly. The next one fell after that and all that stood better him and victory was the 8 ball, and one rather impossible looking bank shot. He stopped and looked at the other, his gaze now really intense.

If his heart could have stopped, it certainly would have as Tristan moved about the table, speaking to him in those low tones that drove him nuts. His heart lurched and his breath caught in his throat, making him stutter slightly as he tried to say something in return.

Tristan gave a small hmm as he looked back at the table and then back at the blonde seer,

"Tr-Tristan..." Soran managed to get the word from his tight throat. Yup, this was definitely going to back fire on him. He clenched the que stick tightly as he eyed the table, the shot, and then the red headed boy who was giving him the most sultry, intoxicating look on the planet. The blonde Seer thought he was going to drop just from the intense stare he was receiving. He couldn't even more. Is it me... or is the room really really hot right now... he thought to himself.

Tristan took that as the go ahead from Soran, god the way he said his name made Tristan's heat skip a beat. "Even if you lose Soran...you win also," he said carefully lining up the que ball at the right angle. He pulled the que stick back and it struck the ball, it hit one side and then another and then struck the eight ball making it glide to the corner pocket, it slowed down making it teeter just slightly before it fell to the bottom. Tristan stood there, a small grin on his face.

"H-how... how did you do all that?" he asked breathlessly. Taking his pool stick, he put it down on the table, admitting defeat. Looking up to Tristan, he tilted his head a bit, "So... how exactly do I win? I mean... the bet was the person who wins gets to do what they want... so. What... do... you... want?" he asked slowly, his face reigniting once more as images went through his mind, some more... exotic than others.

Tristan put his stick on the table also, and walked slowly over to the blonde seer, "All I want is you Soran, its been that way since the first day I met you. I don't know what is going on in that pretty little head of yours, but I am pretty sure you are the one making it worse then it will actually be." Tristan kinda of wondered, what did the other one think, that he was going to go take him to his red room or something. Tristan blushed slightly at that thought, he really needed to stop looking up old books on his computer when he was bored.

"Lets go somewhere else," he finally said.

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Sorans gaze grew wide as he watched Tristan walk over to him, "Uh... Um, I-I guess. I guess... I was just.... expecting you to... do stuff," he managed to say as he dropped his gaze down to the floor and blushed furiously. At the mention of going somewhere else, Soran felt his limbs tremble as he looked back up to the boy. Okay... really, like this isnt the first time... I mean seriously... Soran started chiding himself for his nervousness. He nodded, "Yes... sure... yes...." he bit his lip.

Well he isn't wrong, Tristan thought, but he wasn't going to say that outloud. Yes he wanted to do stuff, but for some reason Soran nervousness was clouding his thoughts on that. He liked it when the other was confident and teased him, he could handle that a better. He took the other's hand and instead of taking him in the direction of the door Soran entered by, he took him farther down the hallway. The door in which he stopped was locked and Tristan reached up on top of the doorway and pulled down the key. "I got sisters who like to take stuff that doesn't belong to them...only way to keep them out," he said so the other wouldn't think that a locked door was weird. He unlocked it and reached in a turned on the light, so one could actually see inside. It really just looked like a comfortable place to hang out, probably even cleaner then Tristan's own bedroom upstairs. He opened the door wider to let the other in first.

"Wow," Soran managed as he moved into the room. At first he had been nervous and even more so when they came to the locked door. However, upon Tristans explanation he had settled a bit. The room was neat, nicely organized and Soran was in love with it almost immediately, "Tristan...." he breathed, "Your house is amazing. Have I told you that?" he laughed as he turned back and grinned at the taller boy. Turning a full circle, he looked back at Tristan, his eyes lit up once more, "I like your secret room, Tristan... very private" he teased, seemingly gathering his confidence back again, "So what does a, hot, unimaginably sexy man like you do down here?"

Tristan had to chuckle, "If you only knew...you would think I was such a geek," oh geeze did he just say that outloud. "There are more secrets, then you realize...but maybe I will show you those later, sit and relax." He had locked the door behind him, just to make sure his sisters stayed out.

Soran laughed at the geek remark, "Secrets hu? I cant wait to find out," Soran said as he moved to sit on the couch. Patting the spot next to him, he eyed Tristan, once again taking in every little thing about the boy that was standing a few feet from him, "Well, what are you doing baby, come sit and relax with me. I know you want to," he grinned, flashing his best smile as he leaned back, his words laced with other meanings of course.

"So, what is it that made you not so nervous anymore," Tristan asked as he sat down by Soran. He would really like to know what that off switch was for future referance.

Soran leaned forward and ran his fingers across the boys face, his eyes seemingly growing larger, "I dont know. I think maybe Im trying not to think of what I want you to do," he muttered, his face growing red as he leaned forward even further. He was hovering right over Tristans lips as he sat there, not quite close enough to kiss him, but definitely close enough to tease a bit, "Sometimes I get really nervous around you, and other times I can control it. I swear it drives me nuts. And you... you are always so calm and collected. Like you have this insane control over yourself. If drives me crazy," he continued as he reached over with his other hand and ran it up to the boys chest where he started drawing circles with his fingers again.

"Me, calm and collected," he repeated not moving, but wanting to so much close the gap and kiss the other, "I am anything but calm or collected, you've seen me in my bad moments. It can be worse, much worse, well it use to be anyways." He use to lose his temper more often, and just basically drive everyone crazy. His father had noticed the change, he even told him that he was becoming a better person. He figured out that maybe it was because someone actually cared for him, and loved him like Soran did. "Its because of you," he said out loud, "you've changed me, made me what to be a better person." Tristan then leaned forward hoping the other wouldn't move away as he went to kiss him. Yet he had no control in this moment, and wanted the other to chose what would happen.

Soran felt his face turn bright red as Tristan spoke to him. That sultry tone was so hot. The blonde almost forgot how to breathe as the other leaned forward and closed the small distance between their lips. The kiss was hot, breath taking once again and with his already forgetting to breathe the first time, he was struggling to keep his breathing normal. It wasnt working in the least. Leaning into the boy, he wrapped his arms around Tristans neck wanting to be as close as possible. Soran let the other kiss him for a long while before he pulled away gently, "You... do this... everytime," he panted, "So not fair. How are you still so composed?" the little blonde pouted a bit.

"I am never composed around you," Tristan admitted, "I just hide it better," he gave the other a smile. "I will be fair because I just don't like it when you are nervous," Tristan wiggled into a better position. "What I want is for you to take total control...what happens is up to you."

Moving so that Tristan could re-adjust himself, he took a deep breath, "You dont like when Im nervous?" Soran laughed lightly, he wasnt sure what to think about that. Then, of course Tristan had to go and say that. For Soran to be in control, for him to decide what happens. He blushed again, turning a deep red once more that covered his nose and cheeks and even a bit to his ears as well, "Um... well then," was all he could think to say and he mentally kicked himself. Right... no more nervousness.... yeah... of course... because thats so easy! he bit his lip and then shifted his body to sit straddling over Tristan, "Okay. First, hold me right here," he said, then leaned down as he tangled up his fingers in the boys hair, "Then I want you to stop hiding it if youre not composed, its only fair," he added with a grin. He kissed the boy softly, pulled away to gaze at him for a moment and then turned to bite the ear lightly.

Tristan held him, but didn't know quite what to do...he quite thought he would actually scare Soran if he didn't hid his noncomposure. He blushed after the boy bit his ear though, and decided to give something a chance. "When you bit my ear...I get all jumbled up inside. I can't think straight and my heart beats faster." Maybe that didn't come out right, he just couldn't get all flustered like Soran. Well he was a little flustered out on the dance floor, but that was because he was nervous about dancing. No...it would probably take something that completely throws him off guard to get him to actually respond in a noncomposed manner.

"Hmm," Soran hummed lightly as he stopped nibbling at the boys ear. Apparently that wasnt going to do much to him. Well, at least in the manner that Soran had been eagerly looking forward to. He wanted to see the boy visually out of breath and struggling to make a coherent sentence, much like how Soran ended up most times. The blonde tilted his head off to the side as he regarded Tristan, trying to figure out what he could possibly do to get what he wanted. With some thought, he finally decided to try something. Seating himself on the red heads lap instead of straddling him on his knees, he leaned back a bit with his arms around the boys neck again, "I know, maybe I should describe to you what I want you to do," he said with a wicked grin. Having said that, he leaned forward again and whilst he whispered in Tristans ear all of the things he was thinking and all the erotic thoughts he had, he traced his fingers along the boys shoulder and chest. Certainly this should get a reaction, right? Soran giggled a bit.

"Soran..." Tristan started before the other leaned down, everything the little blonde was describing, made the fingers around the other's waist tighten just a tab, his eyes got wider. "I...you..." Oh that did it Tristan had lost his freaking mind, his breath certainly got more rapid. He finally had to slightly push the other away from his ear, "I hate you, you know that...that wasn't fair in the least." He again was trying to control himself into not actually doing those things at the moment. However now he had plans....and the next time he wasn't going to hold back

Soran laughed, "Oh yes, yes it was fair. Completely fair and well worth it. To see you like this, I would do just about anything baby, including," he came back again, a whole new set of ideas on the tip of his tongue that he shared oh so excitedly with the other while lowering his hand to lift up the red heads shirt and run his fingers gently across the skin of the boys stomach and hip.

Damn him Tristan thought, it was getting worse, "Wait is that last one even physically possible," he asked sort of grinning at Soran. Tristan had to clear his thoart, "You know...all you are doing is giving me ideas, some of which I hadn't had in the first place." Tristan was trying not think about what Soran was saying, it made him more flustered, his threat actually sounded weak. He wanted the words to end, and tried to manuaver so he could kiss the other. He found though he couldn't quite get close enough to that wicked mouth, and anyways didn't he say he wanted Soran to have control. He sighed and gave up on the kiss, and let the other torture him some more. He probably deserved it, for all the times he did it to Soran.

With a sharp giggle, he moved so that the other couldnt kiss him, not that he had to do much because he was already situated perfectly so that Tristan couldnt get to him even if he wanted to, "More ideas? Baby I tell you, I have quite the imagination. But now that I know what gets you going like this, I dont think I want to stop. I am going to whisper to you all these dirty little things until you cant take it anymore. I might even keep going until you beg me to stop," he ran his tongue along his lip as he laughed, "Oh, you may like this one," he leaned forward again, bitting the boys ear before whispering what had come to mind.

Tristan was trying to think about something else..muliplication tables..um he even started in with the zero's and ones. That was until he realized he was doing something bad with them. It wasn't working...but he wasn't going to beg...nope not going..."God Soran...please stop and do something instead, kiss me, kill me, just stop saying those things...I can't stand it." Tristan wasn't just flustered he was beyond that at the moment. "Do you know...do you even know how much I want you right now...I want to push you off of me, and start with that list of yours."

Soran laughed again, leaning away he grinned at his lover, "Oh my, I didnt think you would actualy tell me those things. Now Im tempted to keep going. I want to see just how far I can push you," he grinned, "Would it help to know that I want you too? That everything I am telling you are things that I would love for you to do," he whispered the last part as he leaned on the boy one last time and told him a few more things, much more... intense than the ones hed said before. These were probably the worst of them all, and Soran had been saving those ideas, those words, on purpose.

Tristan physically gulped, and licked his lips. He was probably sweating too, just by these last ideas. Soran got done with the worst one yet...and Tristan finally snapped. With a short growl almost he had Soran on his back..."I had enough, and I just hope you are ready." Tristan covered the other's mouth with his in one of the most intense kisses.

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Having wondered off from the rest of the group, Rethyn found himself alone with a quite open looking room. Through the darkness, Rethyn keenly noticed an object he remembered clearly in life. With little sound to each of his steps he approached the dusty looking microphone upon it's stand. With a small smile to himself he begun to use his shirt's sleeve to brush off the dust.

A flood of memories rushed into him as he stared at the microphone. He found himself remembering his tenth birthday. Chuckling quietly to himself he remembered how embarrassed he was when his aunts had begun to sing for him in a karaoke style. Looking back now he felt a little guilt. He had never got to tell him how much they meant to him, he never got to tell how much they all meant to him.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Rethyn inhaled slowly as he let the memories linger on for a while longer in his mind. After a long while he opened his almost glowing sky blue eyes as he begun to follow along the wire of the microphone to see if it was still plugged in.

Rethyn had found the end of the wire and plug he heard the audio flicker as the microphone awoke. Smiling to himself he looked around to make sure for a moment nobody was within the room. Casually walking over to the microphone he hummed into it for a moment as he tested it. After a few hums the microphone seemed good to go.

Stepping in close Rethyn begun to sing the words softly.

"If you really put your faith in me
When you're lost, here I am
"forever" with your soul
Waiting here above you patiently,
Just like the shining moon.."

Rethyn then stopped as he glanced towards the entrance of the room. He could of sworn he heard someone. With the feeling paranoia eating at him, he reached for the switched and flicked the microphone off before stepping off. Waiting quietly in the darkness he paused as he wanted to see if someone had indeed been spying on him.

Nobody came. With a sigh Rethyn returned to the microphone and begun thinking of other songs he could preform to the audience of none. Stepping up to the microphone, Rethyn placed both hands at the side as he begun again. However, as he did so he didn't find the second song as powerful as the first. With a little frustration he tried again and again. He did not want to keep preforming sad tunes as he kept trying, however much to his own frustration those were the ones he seemed to remember.

After what felt like an hour Rethyn gave up. The only songs of which came to him were sad. With the thought of his next song he stretched out his neck before continuing again. Yet another sad tune passed through his lips as he felt sad in not remembering something of which would bring him joy.

"This was the world we knew
Forsaken as we grew
Truth lead to loneliness I couldn't bear

Shadows once cast by you...
Dreams that were dear to you...
Chasing what wasn't there..."

Rethyn's voice echo'd throughout the room as his song continued. Within he didn't even really know where the words came from, but he kept with them as he tried further to sing them. They just seemed to sound right as the tune carried throughout the room and beyond as Rethyn grew more confident in his ability. He had forgotten in the moment how far sound could travel when carried right.

A slow clap emerged from the shadows as a pair of yellow eyes could be seen through the darkness. As the man walked forward his step was slow and casual. Wrapped around his suit he had a metal chain of which he was twirling in his right hand. Unlike Rethyn's step from before his echo'd through the room with a chill.

At the notice of Rethyn's frozen status, the man gave a toothed smile. "Why did you stop? Rethyn."

Rethyn in response flicked the switch of the microphone. The fear of Death ate at him again as he stared at him. However, this time the shock wasn't as potent as he spoke weakly to the man. "Why are you here? This isn't your realm."

"Neither is it yours Rethyn."

Stepping back and away from the microphone to avoid Death, the trembling Rethyn felt confusion as he saw the god reach for the microphone and flick it on. "Shall I start?" He said Rethyn in a soothing voice. It was unsettling to the Guardian as he clearly knew it was feigned.

Rethyn didn't respond as he slid back further away. The door wasn't far away, a part of him knew he could escape by merely teleporting. However, at the same time he couldn't he felt drawn in and trapped. The feeling of being without his mask seemed to return as he felt like he was choking and struggling to breath when he knew he could.

"I'll take that as your version of a yes." Death whispered with a grin into the microphone.

"This is a special song for a young girl out there." Death said glancing over at Rethyn. "She will soon be mine, and her name is Kaza-

"NO!" Rethyn roared as he saw red. Reaching deep into the pocket of his dress pants he found his knife. Ripping it out, he flashed forward and begun swinging madly at Death. As he did so it felt like lights were flickering with each swing. It was like a powerful strobe light as Death would always be just outside his swing.

With a powerful lung, Rethyn armed to bring Death to the ground by ramming his shoulder into mid tackle. Finding himself successful in his attack, he was straddled over Death as he twirled his knife in his right hand to face it downwards before throwing his finishing blow. "Damn you!" Rethyn roared as the knife traveled to the eye of Death.

With yet one last flicker it was over. Rethyn looked down to only see his knife sunk through carpet. Dropping his head back he wasn't over his foe at all as he vanished as quickly as he came. Writhing in the room alone, Rethyn curled his hands into fists as he yelled angrily to himself.

Jumping a little, Rethyn heard a familiar tune play throughout the room. The voice he then heard was niether his nor Death's as the words "Hey now, remember that it's all in your head!" carried throughout the room.

"You're lying." Rethyn hissed to the microphone. "I will not break."

Quietly rising to his feet Rethyn pulled the blade from the softness of the carpet as he made his way to the exit of the room. He spoke little to those he passed in the halls as he made his way back to his room.

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Training Room- Early morning the next day-

After the following night, because pretty much everyone partied pretty hard, the training rooms had been quiet but used sparingly the following day, as was the case at the moment. A figure dressed in a traditional kendo armor, practicing striking at a dummy. The wooden sword making a thwaping sound as it hit against various points. The speed of the strikes only getting faster and though the dummy did something really wrong against the other.

The noise became more aggressive as the strikes became harder. Finally the figure stopped and was apparently breathing hard inside the uniform. The dummy actually looked a little off kilter. Grayson came into the room and silently sat down, “You are done being mad at the dummy right, Julianna.

The mask came off and the long red hair fell from it, “This is messed up…all of it is simply messed up.” She turned and faced the guardian, “I was ready…just so ready to get out of this city, move away from this house. I wanted to see the world, and do something with my life before I came back, I know I am not going to be a seer. However if the world choice me to be a guardian I would have been happy with that, now it’s all so confusing” The stick fell away from her hand and she started to undo the heavy chest guard covering her gai. It fell to the floor with a thump, and she took a deep breath. “I know father wants to sends us away like Aria and Francine, but who is to say if they are truly safe or not. Leila won’t go, mostly because of Tristan, but he won’t just let me leave.”

“But you know why that is don’t you,” Grayson asked her, picking up two rapiers off the wall. “He figures that anyone that has the potential to become a seer and is close to the age might become a target. You still have 3 years, but you are stronger than Tristan ever was, that is because instead of just waiting around for your fate, you’ve trained for it. You would actually be a great guardian, even your grandmother would agree with me. I kinda wish you got the chance to met her. She was an incredible seer, even though the first time I met her she scared me half to death. She never really thought…well she didn’t like me. She knew what my feelings were about becoming a guardian, especially your father’s guardian.”

Julianna looked at him, and smiled slightly, “She knew how you actually felt about my father,” Grayson looked at her a little shocked, “You were always the insightful one, just like her,” and he sighed and looked away. “It’s all in the past, and it’s to late to reconcile that…and the fact how adamant your grandmother was about him carrying on the family line. Especially after his two older brothers well weren’t chosen to be seers and refused to get married just to please her. I know eventually they did, but oh well…”

Julianna looked at the rapier in his hand, “You don’t think he would do that to Tristan…” Grayson looked at her, “God I hope not…I mean to say, your father isn’t that old fashion. He wants grand kids, don’t get me wrong. Well..um anyways,” Grayson slightly blushed after admitting that to Julianna, “I guess it’s a good thing that Tristan isn’t the only child, and there are four girls in the family. However...he doesn’t want to continue the line through those of us who aren’t seers. You know Leila as a seer would be...adventurous. I love my sister, but without a voice she tends to be rash in her decisions. Aria has the best chance, but that is 10 years away. She will grow up, she just likes to be a child at the moment.”

Grayson nodded at her insights, “Are you mad your brother is the way he is,” Julianna looked at him kinda surprised that even voiced that question, “Grayson…I love Tristan, and despite the fact he thinks he is hiding it from the rest of this household, I know he loves that blonde seer. God those two…they are actually pretty funny to watch. Almost as funny as Kilia and her guardian…all the lovey-dovey stuff…it kind of makes me want to hurl.”

Grayson looked at her for a second, and walked up handing her one of the rapiers.

“So that means I didn’t see a certain hot-headed guardian kissing you the other night,” Grayson was swinging the sword to loosen up his arm.” Julianna narrowed her eyes, and before she said anything she lunged only to be easily blocked by him. “That was…” she couldn’t finish her sentence. She hadn’t actually thought about it, “he is cute, don’t get me wrong…I am not interested. I didn’t think he would actually kiss me, he seemed so nervous…” she kind of wondered why it sounded like she was making excuses. She backed up, the rapier at the ready, “stop doing that,” she lunged again, the clashing of swords was heard as they both had a few good swings. Grayson was way more relaxed as he parried Julianna’s attacks, but never left the defensive stance he held. “I thought at least this would be better than having you break another dummy, I am afraid though I might have been to late.” Julianna was breathing hard, “you always know when I need to talk, even though I tend to hate how you seem to always bring training into it. I am still leaving Grayson, I need that for myself, I didn’t count on all of this happening. I know how I am, I have a tendency to play with people’s feelings…and well I didn’t really mean to with him. He just sort of caught me off guards, I thought it was something harmless. I feel guilty, maybe that is why I thought I needed to hit something. I need to grow up.”

Julianna understood this better than most of her siblings, she still did have lots of growing up to do. She mistreated people before, both intentionally and unintentional. She had this major flaw about her that she actually hated. A flaw that had potential to hurt someone she could care about later on. It was why she was feeling the strongest pull to walk away from everything at the moment.

“I don’t know what to tell you Julianna, your father is never going to let you walk away, so why don’t you just try to convince your sister that it would be a good idea to go stay with your aunt.” Julianna glanced at him, “because I don’t want to live with her, she has control issues, she hates Leila, so why would I put my younger sister through that for my own selfish reasons.” She sighed and realized what Grayson did there, he was showing her she was capable of thinking of other people. Instead of thanking him she lunged at him again, “I am glad you are my father’s guardian, and I really hope one day…you get what you’ve really wished for all these years.”

Grayson smiled and blocked her, “I only wish you would see what you are before making a mistake.”

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The Next Day
Crea ground her teeth aS she paced. Oni lounged on a chair, the God putting the legs on the Vessel he occupied upon the table in the dark, dusty room they occupied. A smile was curving the Seer's lips, he watched the other Goddess practically tear her hair out. This lasted for quite a while. Oni did nothing to stop the woman as she muttered and cursed to herself. As the door to the room opened, allowing entrance to another God, Oni slowly shifted so that she was seated properly in the chair.

"What are you so upset about, Criea?" Oni asked finally.

The goddess of illusions whirled on the other, baring her teeth, "I'm angry because those damned Seers are still alive and enjoying themselves!"

"How would you know this, my dear?"

The other God who had entered coughed to get their attention, "She knows because I know."

Oni turned his head to face the other, "Do tell, I am certainly intrigued to know about this. I do wish to meet these Seers after all."

"I saw them."

"Ah, your "third eye" is it?"

The God nodded slightly, "They are indeed alive and well. Whats more, is there is one among them that is proficient in healing. She will be a problem. That is something that needs to be dealt with."

Oni tapped his fingers against the desk. Reaching back he ran the fingers of the girls hand through her hair as he thought. It was certainly odd occupying a woman's body, but he was also enjoying it as well. There was so much power to be used, "Well, I think we need to deal with it then, don't we?"

Criea grinned, "Allow me-"

Oni held up a slender hand, the fingers waving at the Goddess in annoyance, "No. You had a chance, allow some of the others. Besides, I think we need to test that setting too, don't you?"

The God with the third eye tilted his head slightly. It took him a moment, but he finally realized what it was that Oni was talking about, "Ah. That. It is ready. We just need a Seer to test it on."

"Good, any one of them will do."

"Take the blonde," Criea hissed, "He is a pain in the ass. He broke my illusions. I want to hear him screaming."

Oni sighed, though he was still smiling. Glancing up to the other God he gave a shrug, "You and a Liea go. Make sure you dispose of the healer. She is a problem. Bring back the blonde as soon as you get hands on him. I wouldn't want to disappoint Criea. Some of those illusions.... they aren't just illusions after all," Oni grinned, though the threat was still heavily laid out.

The other God nodded his head slowly and turned to leave the room. Oni leaned back and tapped his fingers against the side of the vessels throat whilst pulling the legs back up to rest on the desk, "If this works, we will be able to gather as much power as we want. This war would end rather quickly, don't you think?"

Criea huffed in response, "This better work," she reached up and twisted a lock of hair, "Still, even if it doesn't, I will enjoy tormenting that boy. Maybe we can make the other watch. Oh what fun that would be."

Oni laughed, "You should have said before hand, I would have ordered it."

She shrugged lightly, "No matter."

"I think they will end up watching no matter what," Oni grinned.

Criea glanced over to him, "What do you mean."

"They were watching when that other Seer died," he said offhandedly.

Crieas eyes widened, "You are sure?"

"Nothing gets past me, you should know that by now. Of course I'm sure, how could I not be? Their power is rather potent, especially when they use something so strong as to "view" a place."

"You knew, yet you didn't do anything?"

"There was no need. I killed the other Seer, that was more than enough."

Criea grinned, "You are cruel."

"Not as bad as you, Criea. You are far more cruel and twisted then I."

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Kilia was leaned over her open magic system as she was trying to practice on getting better at her healing spells. Going faster at creating them wasn't an option still as she was never going to be able to that no matter what. However, she could practice at getting it more proficient and a lot less painful for those that may end up with broken bones. Bending over the system she was working diligently in the training room whilst others were training around her. It was going to be difficult for the next few weeks as they were all preparing for something that probably was going to throw all their training down the drain anyway. At least, that's how she was feeling but she didn't express her thoughts about it at all. That would be cause for distress and that was certainly the last thing they needed right then.

Soran was in the room as well. What he was working on was far more complex than she could ever work her head around. He had yet to finish the program for the detection of the Gods. He said it was so complex that even he was starting to have doubts on how well it would work, if it would work at all. Kilia thought that if he and Tristan worked together at it, then they could build something rather extraordinary. How long that would take though, she hadn't a clue. Still, she was happy to know that the blonde was determined to prepare for them a system that would alert them to any Gods that may randomly show up.

They had gotten lucky for the most part. Two days free of no Gods or Goddesses. It was a nice break and since the party, things seemed to be a little bit lighter. Kilia was enjoying the relaxation, even though they were working hard still with their own skills. Even so, she couldn't help but feel a little bit anxious.

Perhaps it was her thoughts, or that maybe she had jinxed their situation, whatever it was though, their revere was shattered. Once again the house shuttered violently. Kilia let go of her spell, the design on the pad fading away as soon as she took her fingers from it. Getting to her feet, she looked over to Soran who erased what he was working on and quickly designed a weapon to have in hand. Once the shiny silver gun was finished, he moved from the railing that he had been leaning on and crossed the room quickly to stand next to her.

"Do... do you think?"

Soran nodded, "Yeah. I was beginning to wonder," he said as he offered his hand to her and helped Kilia up to her feet. The house shook again, making Soran grimace as he moved towards the door of the training room. As he reached it and opened it it was tugged from his fingers and slammed shut. Whirling around he lifted the weapon and fired it three times without really aiming. Pushing Kilia behind him, he aimed the weapon properly this time at the two that stood in the center of the room. He unloaded the weapon on them, heart racing in his chest as he tried to deal some sort of damage, but the one standing in front of the woman seemed to keep every one of his shots from hitting anything.

"Shit..." he cursed as the weapon faded from his hands having been used up completely, "Kilia, the door," he pushed her and she went for it. Her fingers wrapped around the handle and she twisted and tugged at it. It didn't open.

"Soran, it... wont!" She slammed her hands onto the door, "Robin!" she screamed as loud as she could hoping that someone on the other side would hear them as Soran worked on another style of weapon. The Goddess grinned as she moved from behind the other.

Making her way across the room rapidly, she grabbed Soran and threw him aside, her eyes on Kilia. Turning around, Kilia screamed again and moved out of the way as the Goddess stretched a hand out for her. The power that followed hit the door and put a good sized hole in it. Rolling on the floor, Kilia scrambled to her feet and rushed to the other side to keep some distance between herself and the Goddess chasing her.

Soran got up to his knees and opened the magic system again. It would take too long to make something properly and so he ended up making an incomplete rifle that he fired off only twice into the approaching God. The noise of the rifle was loud, echoing through the house. If Kilia's scream hadn't gotten anyone attention, that was sure to do the trick.

"Fiesty," the god with three eyes said softly as he let the bullets rip right through him. Soran gasped slightly as it seemed to do nothing to slow him down. Getting up he backed away, and then went for the door. Though the gun was useless now that it wasn't going to fire again, he could use it to make the hole bigger, which he attempted to do. Then he felt the house rock again. There are more!? he thought to himself in shock as he slammed the butt of the rifle into the wood, cracking it a bit.

"Peter! Tristan!" he yelled as he hit the door again. A hand descended down upon his shoulder and he gasped.

"That wont be necessary, little Seer. I have someone who wants to meet you," the God said. The gun fell from his fingers as he was suddenly taken from the room.

Kilia let out a sharp scream as she saw Soran disappear right from her eyes. Her fingers fell upon something as she was crawling away from the Goddess with the wicked smile on her lips. Grabbing it without knowing what it was, she swung it outwards at the woman. The wooden staff connected, hard and the Goddess gave a slight grunt as she grabbed the weapon.

"Now now, that wasn't very nice was it!? Be good and let me have fun with you. You are going to tear everything apart for me, ready?" the woman said and touched Kilia's forehead with her fingertips

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As the house shook, everyone was scrambling in different directions, "Tristan where are you going..." Alauric asked as he saw his son race for the stairs. "Soran and Kilia, they are upstairs." Alauric nodded and soon followed his son. "Why are they upstairs alone..." Alauric kind of mumbled to himself.

Jonathan heard the noises and summoning his swords, he ran straight for where he knew Kilia would be, he approached the door carefully and counted to three as he leaped in. "Kilia! Soran! Are you okay?!" He shouted as he got in a ready stance. "Kilia!?"

Tristan got to the door second, and looked inside. All he saw was Kilia and the goddess, something didn't really feel right. "Where's Soran?" He threw his weight against the door and it cracked opened. Grayson had been next door, but it seemed like something had blocked him from getting out of the training room. Tristan looked around the room frantically almost, his eyes settled on the goddess and Kilia, "Where the fuck did you take Soran." He was working on something in his magic system while he was watching her.

Peter was stuck in the room as Grayson was in. He was trying to bust down the door. "I can't feel him Grayson!!! Something took him! Something took Soran!! Something took my Seer" Peter shouted in near borderline panic, he felt almost close to losing his mind at that exact moment.

Grayson put his hands on Peter's shoulder's, "Calm down boy...you will not do him any good by panicking." Grayson didn't have a good feeling about this, there had been more then one god to appear, he could feel the one next door. Something else was the in the house...why didn't it show itself though, "we got to get the door open." The handle wasn't working...what the hell was wrong with the freaking door.

The Goddess turned around slightly at the sound of people getting into the room. Her lips twisted up into a wicked smile, "Oh... you must be the blondes lover. How unfortunate for you," she cooed at him, "He is going to be enjoying the company of Oni and a few others very soon, dear little Seer. While here..." she turned around fully and with a flick of her hand Kilia suddenly stood up. Her beautiful blue gaze was dull now, glazed over and unfocused. She wobbled as she stood as if she wasn't quite supposed to be on her own two feet.

"Do you like her? I do. She is beautiful," the Goddess said, her words sultry as she spoke, "Here, play with her for a while, wont you?"

Kilia's frame suddenly straightened and she moved towards them with amazing speed. Her fingers opened and swirling around her hand was a mix of crackling static and black mist. The concoction was sure to be deadly if touched. Her target was the closest person to her.

Jonathan's eyes widened as he moved out of the way of her strike. "No..no. NO!!!" Jonathan cried out as he got in a ready stance. "What'd you do to her?!?" He angrily shouted as his eyes flashed Its Emerald anger. His mind was racing, how to save Kilia, attack this goddess, then find a way to get Soran back. His mind raced but one thought repeated. "The Silver Knight spell." he thought. It could give him the edge needed to prevail in this battle. "Either that or a Giant 400 foot lizard steps on everyone right now." Jonathan realized that wasn't his own thought.

"Sorry! Thought something along the lines of that would help!" Damian shouted.

Peter in the meantime was trying to calm down from the apparent shock he's been going through. "Door won't open?? How to open the door then..." Peter said almost sounding distant but he felt almost lost in some shape or form.

With a small whispering crack, Rethyn appeared in front of Tristan blade drawn. With his free left hand he placed it on the center of Tristan's chest in preparation to wisp them off just in case. With one quick glance, Rethyn looked over Tristan for injuries before looking darkly in the direction of Kilia.

"Don't hurt her you idiot! I'll deal with her!" Jonathan shouted as he knew he probably had no choice but to use the spell he thought. Dismissing his blades he quickly opened up his system and began to quickly draw out the Basis he knew would put together the spell he had in mind. "This might shut down my system for a day, but I must save Kilia." Jonathan thought as he managed to get the spell halfway done.

The Goddess waved her fingers around as she made Kilia dance to her rhythm. The little Seer skittered between all of them, her first target was Jonathan whom had dodged her attack. Swiftly turning on her heel she headed for Tristan and Rethyn, the magic still swirling around her fingers as she outstretched her hand to touch the boy who stood in front of his Seer. The crackling of the power was just enough to be heard. Slowly it spread upwards from her fingers to her elbow.

"Just so you know. That magic of mine... is a double edged sword. Don't figure it out in time and it covers her completely, she'll die," the Goddess sang from her corner whilst laughing, "Too bad for you all," her gaze shifted over to the red haired boy, "Oh my, you look utterly shocked. Whats the matter little Seer? Is this just too much for you?"

Jonathan could only growl his inhuman growl as he finished the last part of his spell. He has to save Kilia swiftly, no. He MUST save her. He slid the spell off the pad and it hovered in the air before entering in Jonathan's Body. It slowly started to glow as he readied to fight again.

Tristan narrowed his eyes, "Rethyn, get me on the other side of her."

Jumping back into Tristan to avoid the outstretched hand of Kilia, Rethyn nodded at Tristan's request as they both flashed instantaneously to the other side of Kilia. Still in front of Tristan with his blade held up, Rethyn stood guard over his seer with gritted teeth and bags under his eyes.

Tristan was about to pull a trick out of his spell pad, one that he actually owed to Kilia in its making. The spell hit the air and formed a cage hovering in the air, yet it didn't come down yet. He had to make it wasn't going to trap Kilia inside with the goddess. He needed to separate the two, yet he hadn't an idea on the how yet.

Turning the Goddess looked over to Tristan and his Guardian. She grinned at them, "And what might you be planning?" she hissed and with her free hand she lowered it to her side. Her fingers her curled around something invisible and she lunged forward at the two of them. The only thing that made it apparent that she was wielding a weapon of any sort was the dark hue that curled around her hands. It was sickly looking, and probably far more dangerous than it looked to be as she swung it at the Guardian.

Tristan ducked, and rolled hoping that Rethyn could hold her off for a second, a second spell flew off his pad as he was trying to piece together a distraction

Bringing both hands to his blade, Rethyn did his best to intercept the coming swing of the unseen weapon. At first, as Rethyn heard the familiar sound of clashing blades he though he had blocked it. But with a sharp pain to his side he soon realized he had only blocked some of whatever it was. With a quick glance to his right he saw his own opened flesh as the weapon had come in just above his left kidney. Closing one eye and dipping his head in pain, Rethyn did his best to hold the line.

"Rethyn," Tristan shouted as he saw the wounded guardian, he through the second spell in the air. It looked like a mirror, a giant one at that...it landed underneath the goddess' feet. He moved to step in front of his guardian, "Hold on, okay. The mirror reflected the magic the goddess was using back on to her.

A silver armored fist suddenly swung at the Goddess, whether the hit connected or not didn't matter as the bearer of the gauntlet back flipped out of the fray. The individual landed on his feet, wearing armor that looked almost comprised of Silver plates. Underneath the plates seemed to be a scaly underclothing comprised of black. But what seemed more devastating was it's helmet adorning the individual's head. It seemed to be like the rest of the armor, a beautiful crafted silver, with the intricate carvings of similar designs on his blades. The Helm had a concealing visor upon it, hiding the user's face.

The Silver Knight breathed heavily, in between breaths were almost inhuman growls, it glowered at both the Goddess and Kilia, whilst trying to find a way to save the latter, he would try and fight the former. He let loose an inhuman war cry that almost seemed to be mixed with the growls, almost as if it was meant to be a roar.

He drew a Claymore blade that didn't seem to be anything like the two hand in a half blades, It was just Silver with only a Distinguishing mark at near the Hilt. The Silver Knight was ready for Battle.

"Cute," she said softly as she glanced down to the mirror beneath her feet, "You think quickly," she commented to Tristan. Turning her blade around she slammed it down into the mirror, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Glancing back up at them, she smiled, "Oh look, its up to her shoulder now. Perhaps I should add that it does hurt her... will you fight harder now? This is so boring for me," she added as she turned to face the Guardian dressed up in silver armor.

"And you, well. Don't you look serious? Entertain me wont you?" she said as she flipped her weapon -whatever it was- around in a large arc in preparation for him.

Tristan grinned, "Don't you know breaking mirrors brings you bad luck," he hissed at her. The pieces suddenly took flight, surrounding the person that broke it. Sharp edges swirled around the goddess

Rethyn winced in pain as the blade was removed from him. Bringing his left hand from the hilt he held it over his newly gained wound. As the wound continued to bleed he felt the warmth of his blood move to the top of his left leg.

The Silver Knight only growled, saying almost no words except what could be told by his body gestures. He gestured to Kilia then at the Goddess, as if telling her to free her or face some form of Consequence and force her to do so. At her ready stance he only roared in acceptance of the challenge. He got into his own ready stance, lifting his own sword up to his concealed face, but if you look carefully at the side of the blade facing outward, one could see Jonathan's face, twisted into some form of harsh sneer, he looked no longer the charming gentleman underneath his armor. His eyes were a deep emerald, almost focused on fighting the enemy. He was a monster now, a monster that wants to fight monsters.

The Goddess glanced around her body as the mirror that she had shattered was suddenly floating around her body. A frown pulled at her lips. The sharpened pieces of glass presented no real threat to her other than being an annoyance.
Ignoring that, she returned her attention to the boy in silver armor. With a grin she motioned for him to attack her, "What are you waiting for my dear Guardian? Certainly not for your precious little Seer to die a very slow and painful death right? Oh look at that, its covering her side now. Best not touch her, it may hurt too," she said with a wicked grin. Her free hand moved towards the other Guardian whom she had wounded and Kilia obeyed, rushing towards Rethyn without a second thought.

Something popped into Tristan's mind, it was a wild idea, again his magic system came alive. He was working on something that he actually kinda thought about a few days ago. He focused on Kilia, or more on her magic pad, the spell worked like a virus...more of a computer virus. It hit Kilia, but it wouldn't cause any pain. It would effect her magic system though, almost making it short-circuit. It also like a virus attached to anything controlling her and effected it. Tristan noticed the direction of Kilia's attack, and there went that wall again. Only this time much more effective at protecting against spells and other attacks. "I really do got to think of a better barrier," he mumbled. This wall had its own defenses as spikes presided on its outside.

The Silver Knight Growled and seemed to speak. He would sound like Jonathan, but it would seem to have some sort of growling backdrop. "No, only for thou to make the first move." The silver knight growled out as he rushed at the Goddess and sliced towards her in as he tried to nick her own side. "I won't let you, or your Master win!!" The Silver Knight roared his inhuman cry again, as if the man inside the armor was dancing with something very dangerous in his own mind.

Meanwhile Peter heard the Inhuman roars from the room. "Holy crap, it's him. The Silver Knight." Peter said in fear, he then turned to Grayson. "The guy's a nightmare to bad people, Drug Lords, Serial Killers, you name it, he either wasted them or beat them to a pulp. If he's here, in this house, we are either very grateful, or we are screwed..." Peter started shaking in a slight fear went up his spine.

Grayson quirked an eyebrow at Peter, and heard pounding on the door, "That must be Alauric, the other god must have done this, kinda have a feeling he was warned or something about certain people." He was thinking Criea...she must have something to do with this, as well as her master. That didn't bode well for Soran. "Peter watch that door, if anything comes through that isn't Alauric or someone we know, fry its ass." Grayson was working with his magic system and sat on the floor. He needed a few minutes to do this the right way.

Peter stood back yet did as Grayson had ordered him too. But he had that sinking feeling Creia had something to do with this new attack. He started to get extremely angry. Very angry indeed.

Rethyn pulled in air as he quickly glanced around. Their main foe had lost her attention on him as she had to focus on whatever the hell was attacking her. Taking this into his mind, Rethyn stepped back as he allowed the shadows to cloak him as he seemingly vanished from combat. However, the young man had forgotten the blood dripping from his body as occasionally droplets of blood would be seen striking the floor from the air. He had become unseen, but not undetectable in this moment of combat.

Moving past Tristan, Rethyn's eyes locked upon the Goddess as he awaited the moment to come in. With his blade in his right hand he couldn't help but feel a little light headed from the strike upon him from earlier. He wasn't going to let it get in the way, he couldn't afford to.

Raising up her sword, "Oh my, did I finally get you to be serious?" she asked as she blocked the strike to her throat and moved backwards. All the while she manipulated Kilia in the meantime. The young Seer hit the wall, most likely done on purpose, and stumbled backwards, cuts forming across her small frame. Moving the Seer around the blockade that kept her from the red haired Seer, she pushed Kilia to attack yet again. The dark magic was down to her thigh now, curling around her small frame almost like a blanket.

"Well... I do believe things are getting rather dangerous for me. You see, I can be anywhere and she will still continue to rampage, isn't that nice?" the Goddess said as she swung her blade at the man in silver armor. Kilia, in the meantime, opened up her magic system to prepare to heal herself. As soon as she created the spell to heal herself the system went haywire and seemingly exploded on her. The Goddess, in the middle of her taunt, screamed. Kilia collapsed as if she were a rag doll just tossed to the side and the Goddess seemingly freaked out.

Her magic exploded and the invisible sword disappeared as she stumbled backwards.

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The Silver Knight saw Kilia go down, seemingly almost free from the influence of the Goddess then saw the Goddess in a sudden moment of weakness. Readying his sword he slowly walked up to the goddess, dragging its point across the floor, making a scraping sound and making the sword spark as he stalked towards her like a triumphant carnivore about to make the kill, growling in sweet satisfaction.

"Wait," Tristan shouted, not knowing if he could reach the human inside that piece of armor, "We need her alive, she needs to tell where Soran is..."

The Silver Knight turned to glare at Tristan before turning to the Goddess. "Stay Back you fools. This Kill is Mine!" He said in his growling voice. "She is a vestige of evil and will pay for her Crimes, and if you want her alive, I suppose MAIMING is the only satisfaction I shall have!!" At the last word he uttered came out as a Growl as he roared again and raised his sword and aimed for the Goddess's shoulder to impale her And thrusted forward, Roaring all the way. "But it won't matter either way if I Maim her or Kill her!!!"

Still within the shadows, Rethyn stood behind the goddess. He held his hand open like a knife as he held his other hand over his wound. He had put away his sword at the request of Tristan. If they needed her alive then so be it.

Coming from the shadows, Rethyn sidestepped away from the goddess as he narrowly avoided being impaled himself by the Knight's blade. Wincing in pain, he cursed as he failed to extract the goddess before the Knight got too close. Stumbling off in the direction of Tristan he at least took comfort in the protection of his Seer. "Tristan..." He said quietly as he moved towards his Seer.

"Rethyn," a look of concern sat on Tristan's face, as he looked at others wound.

Walking past Tristan to a nearby wall, Rethyn pushed his back against it as he slid down into a sitting position. Within his clear eyes anger could be seen to be seething. With a drop of his sword Rethyn brought his hand to his face as he puffed out a tired breath. Awaiting the next move his team took he sat there breathing slowly.

The sword went through her shoulder and she screamed. With the strange virus that attacked the magic system that Kilia had, she was thrown off and unable to protect herself from the oncoming attack. They slammed into the wall right behind her. Pinned there, she growled as she struggled, still feeling the virus coursing through her veins. Just beneath the skin, there were tendrils of black spreading from her neck down her frame. Cursing she struggled against the sword that pinned her, "What did you do?" she spat in anger, "You will all die! Slowly and painfully!" She laughed then, "At least one of you will go through the most excruciating, slow death possible," she said as she reached up and tried to tug the blade away from her shoulder.

The Silver Knight only glared at the Goddess. "Release her." He growled as he raised his free hand and moved it above the outline of her body and stopped right at her neck and began to clasp it. "Now. Or I'll crush your pathetic, corrupt neck." His eyes flashed it's gleaming emerald gaze as he said it, showing his seriousness. "Then answer the questions given." His Claymore refused to budge all throughout his statement, as it was embedded in the wall as well.

The Goddess coughed a bit as the fingers clasped over her throat, " She is... already.... free, idiot Guardian," the woman gasped. Her lips twisted up into a wicked smile as she gripped his wrist as well as the blade that held her pinned there, "Foolish human. You insist on continuing with me when she is in danger right now. Or do you wish for her death? If I were you, I would be paying more attention to the little girl than to me," she hissed with her grin playing wide on her face. The black distortion of her skin continued to spread and she winced slightly from the strange virus.

The Silver Knight realized Kilia was still injured from the dark magic and he slowly let go of the goddess, but he gave her a resounding backhanded slap as he left her pinned with his Claymore as he studied the black distortion carefully. Slowly one of his gauntlets began to glow with light as he carefully waved his hand over Kilia's body, sending a light coursing down her body to try and combat the black distortion. "Kilia..." The Silver Knight growled as he said this, not helping that his voice sounded horrible, as deep down under all the armor, He was still Jonathan. "If you saw me like this during all that, I'm sorry."

The goddess laughed as she watched the display though her present situation wasn't any better. Halfway through her laugh she coughed, hard, "Damn that boy," she cursed as she looked over to Tristan, "I hope that little blonde lover of yours," she coughed as the black distortion began to take over her face slightly, "I hope he suffers three times the pain," she hissed between her teeth as she doubled over from the strange magic that Tristan had invoked.

Tristan looked at the goddess with such an intense hatred, "Tell me where he is, bitch. I will make you suffer all you wish upon him and more." Tristan was trying to battle with the order to just finish her, but he needed to know where Soran was, he doubted she would tell him though. Oni would be a worse person to betray then anyone of them. That actually gave him an idea, "Or maybe I should send you back to him, defeated such as you are, is he as forgiving...for a defeat. I will make it quick and painless, first with extracting that virus coursing through your veins. It will only get worse the more you delay."

Her lips twisted into a wicked grin as she set her gaze upon Tristan. Tilting her head to the side, she only stared at him for a while, "Well, someone is fairly smart. You're right, Oni would be one not to betray. But I think you underestimate him. Even if I should return without having defeated you, he would not punish me, or kill me. He has other plans, other things that he wishes to do."

The tired Rethyn glanced up for a moment as his bagged eyes caught the goddess as he said. "Just shut the fuck up." Looking back down he shook his head for a moment before placing his blade back into his hand. "I'll start removing your fingers one by one if you don't answer the questions asked."

"So scary," she mocked, "Idiot little Guardian. You really have no clue as to what is going on around you. Try all you want, I won't tell you where the blonde Seer is. Have fun trying to find him, perhaps you should listen for screaming," she licked her lip as she grinned at them, leaning forward against the blade that held her pinned to the wall. Her fingers opened at her side. With a quick flick, she sent a flash of dark misty power at Tristan.

The Silver Knight straightened and only turned to Glower at the goddess, calculating at what he should do next, it would not be long but he had to either make his final blow against her or simply change back, which puts everyone in danger.

With a flicker, Rethyn appeared behind Tristan as he shoved him out of the way of the mist. As it almost struck him Rethyn's eyes went wide as he hit the ground next to Tristan. Feeling a sharp pain at his side he said. "I'm getting real tired of this shit."

Tristan cursed, mostly because he saw his own guardian get more hurt, he pushed himself off the ground. "Rethyn...damnit." He wasn't angry at the guardian, he was angry at the goddess. This was going in a bad direction...yet he hadn't a clue how to actually turn it around, nor did he really want to.

"Permission to rip her eyeballs from her skull?" Rethyn asked darkly as he glared at the goddess from the floor. He wanted nothing more than to kill the goddess, but he felt like if he were to take the kill the man in armor would rage at him. The honor of the kill belonged to that man and that man alone.

The Goddess lifted her head up, smiling wildly as she watched Rethyn and Tristan, "You have one very loyal Guardian, Seer. Would it pain you to see him go against you? Maybe even try to kill you?" she uttered as she weaved her fingers again. The air seemed to shimmer and the pulse of magic was now directed at Rethyn instead of Tristan with the sole intent to control him just as she had done to Kilia moments ago.

Tristan watched slightly in horror, but his feet were moving to try and protect the guardian on the floor. "Move," was his one order. He slide slightly getting there and was on his knees trying to get the other out of the way. He decided that he had enough of the goddess, he would find Soran his own way.

Rethyn knew the moment the wavelengths hit him he wouldn't be able to teleport out of the way in time. However, upon seeing Tristan trying to move him Rethyn growled angrily at his Seer. Brining his heel to the center of Tristan's chest he pushed his Seer back as he yelled to his Seer. "Better me than you! Stop trying to prot-.."

Rethyn became static as emotion wiped from his face and his left hand removed itself from covering his wound. With arms limply by his side he looked like he was being held up by a stick impaled through him. His head drouped downwards as he was now under the influence of the goddess.

Tristan shook his head as he couldn't believe Rethyn kicked him out of the way. He watched as he was slowly taken over by the goddess. Ok this wasn't good, he knew that Rethyn was injured, but if the goddess has access to his teleport powers there was no way he would be quick enough. Yet...he had forgotten about his cage in the air. He didn't want to harm the guardian, but he needed to keep him out of the way. He would need to modify it, his fingers went to his pad and was working fast. He could have really used Grayson on this one.

He kept his eyes on both guardian and goddess, and while trying to protect himself from one, he actually thought it would be fun to torment the other. His modification was done, he was wasn't going to wait for an attack. He let the cage fall over Rethyn, hoping it would catch them both off guard.

The cage fell, encasing Rethyn inside and the Goddess lifted an eyebrow at the result. Her lips flickered between a sneer and her grin. Obviously she didn't like that turn of events. With a huff, she waved her fingers, drawing circles in the air as she watched Rethyn. He didn't have a magic system per say... he was different. The Goddess frowned now, clearly irritated about something as she worked her magic around Rethyn's frame. She could feel he could do something, but getting hold of it was slightly different than getting a hold of Kilia's powers through her magic system. Finally, she realized what it was.

"Oh... how interesting," she muttered to herself, her grin returning, "This will be fun."

"Yeah...fun," Tristan wasn't looking worried for some reason. "Why don't you leave him alone, he isn't going anywhere." His hoped that his modification held up...nothing like a spell completely collasping on you to get you really in trouble. This one wouldn't allow anything but long distance transport. Which really would't work to the goddess advantage, as she would have to figure out distance and other stuff.

Her eyes narrowed at him. The Goddess returned her attention to Rethyn as she swirled her hand around again. Rethyn's frame faded out slightly, then returned still standing in the same spot. She grit her teeth angrily and tried again only to have the same result.

He looked at the silver knight just standing there, "Hey you got another weapon in that hunk of junk you are wearing."

Jonathan smiled under his helmet as the Silver Knight spoke in his voice. "An enhanced version of my other weapons. Grave is more finished then the wings of freedom twin swords are." As he said this The Silver knight summoned a Smith and Wesson .44 Magnum Revolver. "Ya feel lucky?" he growled his words. "I dont have much time to shoot...tell me where to do so."

"Yeah, aim it at her fucking head," he was making one last thing on his pad, and it would probably be his last for the night the fact that he wasn't creating bigger spells was sort of apparent with how easily they were defeated before. The virus one luckily was something he had been working on, but even that wasn't to its fullest potential. This one...god he hoped that it wasn't going to completely backfire on him.

The Silver took aim at the Goddess's head and seemed to glare once more, as he uttered several words before pulling the trigger. "This is for my Seer's Mother." He growled as his finger pulled the trigger. The shot fired. After he fired, the spell began to deactivate, each silver plate of armor slowly began to vanish. When the last plate vanished Jonathan was standing, garbed still in the slowly disentegrating scaley underarmor clothing as his regular clothes appeared underneath said underarmor. He gave out one last Inhuman roar before the underarmor vanished completely.

Jonathan then fell on his knees and started dry heaving.

As the gun fired Tristan let loose something a little odd. It looked liked a box used for christmas gifts, he shoved it underneath the goddess. And the lid popped off, and a pair of hands popped out. They grabbed onto the goddess holding her in place.

The sword faded as the armor faded from the one protector. Released from the pinning sword, she started forward, her eyes flashing dangerously. That was until she heard the sound of something popping open beneath her feet. Glancing down she ground her teeth as a pair of white hands grabbed onto her. They were surprisingly strong and in the next instant something passed through the center of her forehead. The Goddess froze. It took maybe a few seconds, perhaps a minute, but her body cracked, starting from the dark hole in the center of her forehead. Then it shattered with a powerful explosion outwards. Her hold on Rethyn gave way at the same time, the cracking sound of her power releasing from her body in one go was deafening and the house shuddered violently one last time.

The God that had been outside to try to distract felt the dispersion of the other and stopped his attack immediately. He faded away, leaving the house in an eerie silence for a moment.

Tristan's cage disappeared a second later, as Tristan was now breathing hard. He looked over at Jonathan, "Breath dude, can't have you fainting on me," well he was sort of expecting something of that nature, especially since he figured whatever spell that was that the other created took lots of energy.

Funny enough on the words "fainting on me" Rethyn dropped from blood loss over the course of the fight. However, thankfully enough he pushed himself back up to his hands and knees as he moved back to sit on his heels. With his left hand he covered his wound once again as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth in pain.

Jonathan breathed almost in a shallow way his face started to look extremely pale as if he was sick. "Used...too much energy whilst in that state." Jonathan gasped out. "Where is Peter and everyone else, need help with Kilia. Body..feeling sick."

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Grayson was mediating as Alauric finally got the door open, it must have something to do with the weaken goddess next door, he glanced at Peter and then at Grayson, "Peter I am going to need some help. We are going to have to do some triage up here, can't really move anyone just yet. I need my first aid kit, lots of water, Julianna can help you, just hurry please." He was trying to distract the boy at the moment from his own feelings, He needed to keep him busy, god knows he was going to have enough trouble with Tristan.

Peter only nodded his head, he was possibly still in shock from the fact Soran was taken, and had grown slightly afraid from hearing the inhuman roars of the Silver Knight. How did he get there? Last time he heard about him in the recent news he was in another city, so what divine prank sent him here? He only started to walk past Alauric, not saying a word when he heard another roar from the Knight. He rushed past the door, only catching a small glimpse of the next door's scene, and saw him, his heart grew fearful as he ran. "Julianna!" He shouted in fear, "Quick help me!! First Aid Kits, Tons of water! Help me get them! Now!" He then suddenly realized he saw Kilia, Tristan, and Rethyn with the Silver Knight. "Where's Robin?" He wondered aloud, his shock unable to put two and two together at the moment.


After Peter left Grayson opened his eyes and sighed, "Damnit, I had him...but that god that is with him must have some good senses...a third sense or something because he blocked me. I am going to need Tristan for this." He turned and looked at Alauric, and he wasn't one to miss the pained expression now present on the seer's face, "It’s not your fault, don't stand there and blame yourself." Alauric shook his head, "I don't know if I can do this, these attacks keep getting worse. This one was well planned, they knew who to target, Kilia would be the most threatening to them. I think Soran was taken for revenge of some sort, from what I gathered from the attack by Criea...I am almost tempted to get everyone out of this house and hide while we train. We need an advantage at one point in this battle."

Grayson looked at him, "You mean up to the mountains don't you."

"I can't say anything positive at the moment, we got people next door that need help, I am going to need to help with it."

Grayson nodded and got to his feet, he didn't say anything else to the other and walked out the door.

Julianna was walking up the stairs as the two adults exited and returned to the other room. She had already been found by Peter and had been rushing around trying to gather as much as possible. She gasped slightly as she entered the room, but her first attention turned to Kilia. "Tristan...wheeze later, need some help." Tristan though had turned his attention to his guardian, trying to stop the bleeding as best he could. There was almost to much blood loss. Grayson stepped over and was weaving a spell to stop the bleeding from the inside. His healing powers weren't as good as Kilia's, but it would help in the long run.

Peter rushed into the room with as much as he could carry as well and looked around darting his eyes. "Jonathan?! Where were you, I only saw the Silver Knight doing your dirty work!"

Jonathan only laughed bitterly as he dry heaved again. "Idiot. I am the Silver Knight." Jonathan replied. He then tried to help Julianna with Kilia as best as he could.

"Wait....what?" Peter replIed. "Never mind that, where is Soran!?"

Moving to his feet shakily, Rethyn mumbled a "Thank you." to Grayson, Tristan and Julianna. He had no idea if all three had helped him or not, but he felt that was best to thank all of them anyway.

Twisting over to face Jonathan the baggy eye'd Rethyn barked at him in anger. "And you, shut the hell up! How dare you call me an idiot when I was merely guarding my Seer! I just saw a fucking ghost and I don't need your shit!"

Dropping back to his knees Rethyn growled in frustration and anger at his wound. He wanted to smack himself now in admitting what he had seen the previous night. It wasn't something he had wanted to share, but anger had gotten the best of him.

Jonathan chuckled. "My sympathies Rethyn. I see the ghost of my Ancestor all the time. No offense though but he didn't mention you." He coughed slightly.


"That's not what I fucking meant!" Rethyn roared at Jonathan from his knees.

Alauric shook his head, "You two that is enough, you aren't helping us by arguing, Grayson can he be moved." He was indicating Rethyn, Grayson nodded, "Tristan help me with him," Tristan got under one shoulder as Grayson had the other. And the started moving him out of the room. Julianna was looking at the puncture wounds on Kilia, "Some of those look deep,"

Alauric turned his attention to the other seer, and looked at Peter to finally answer his question, "We well get him back, I promise ok, we got to look after them first."

Peter's face turned to disbelief, anger, and upset all at the same time. "He has to be here..He's gotta be!" Peter shouted as he started shaking as He pulled his hood over his face to keep anyone from seeing his tears flow.

"Will she be okay though and can we bandage them?" Jonathan asked almost in a weak tone and coughed again. He clearly did not feel well.

"Yes, we will do what we can," Alauric answered for his daughter, "I know an ex-seer who is still a pretty good healer. He owes me one, and will be here shortly."

"Good..." Jonathan said as he suddenly fainted from exhaustion. He felt totally and completely drained of energy and he had begun to feel the world around him spinning around him.

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Soran


He let out a heavy gasp as his body seemed to finally stop moving at an incredibly fast speed. It was almost like Rethyn's teleportation ability except much more naseuating. Dropping to his knees he whirled around to face the God with three eyes, the third in the center of his forehead. The strange eye blinked at him and he winced, curling away from the God in disgust. Soran took a quick look around to see where he was. concrete walls...shit he thought to himself. Broken windows that had thick layers of dust let in very minimal sunshine. There was a single metal door at the far end of the room, it was also cracked open. His heart lurched to his throat as he eyed it.

The God turned away to look at something else and Soran bolted. He made it about halfway to the door before something curled around his ankle and he slammed into the floor. He gave a soft grunt and groaned as he rolled over slightly. The God narrowed his eyes at the blonde Seer to which he only returned the cold look.

The room was filled with a rush of power, something that Soran was beginning to mark down as the arrival of Gods. Three of them appeared in the room. One of which made Soran gasp loudly. Oni! his thoughts were frantic and he started crawling backwards fear pulsing through his every limb which kept him from thinking coherently.

"Ooh, you brought the one I wanted," a female voice cooed and Soran ground his teeth.

"Of course," the three eyed God answered smoothly, "You, after all, would not settle for anything less, now would you Criea?"

"Of course not, you're damned right I won't," she snapped back. Storming over to the young Seer, she reached down and snatched up a handful of blonde hair, lifting him upwards.

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed hold of the wrist that had a hold his hair. Oni moved, a slight chuckle on her lips, "Don't. Besides, aren't we going to be testing something? Seravie didn't grab that Seer just so you could kill him."

Criea rolled her eyes and released him. Soran hit the floor and rubbed at his head to get the burn to go away. He looked over to the three eyed God Seravie hu... Criea... and Oni... that leaves, he looked over to the other male God who hadn't spoken a word or moved since entering the room. Oni motioned for this one to move and he did. Turning to the blonde, he flicked his fingers at him, drawn out from the wall to where Soran was seated on the concrete floor.

What looked and felt like thick golden twine wrapped around his wrist suddenly and he was dragged over to the wall. When he finally stopped, he hissed out in slight pain from the burn in his arm and having been dragged hard across the floor. The gold twine lifted upwards pulling him up into a seated position against the wall. He looked around for the other God. In one moment he saw him slowly walking over and in the next instant the God was kneeling in front of him.

Soran gave a sharp gasp of surprise and fear. Deep red eyes gazed at him, seemingly holding him in place. In one hand, the God lifted it so that Soran could see a pure gold knife materialize in his fingers. The other hand snatched his jaw and held him still, or perhaps to just emphasize that the Seer wasn't going anywhere.

"So, how does this work, Valyn?" Oni asked as he came up behind the other God.

"Simple," the other answered slowly, twisting the knife around in his hand, "the Seer bleeds, the energy leaves. It is taken by the thread and given to us."

"And if it doesn't work?"

Valyn's face twisted into the first smile that Soran had seen from him since walking in the room, "He'll wish he was dead."

Soran's face lost all color, his breath shortened slowly he shook his head in the tight grip that held his face. Tears welled up in his eyes as the knife came down at him. The moment the blade touched him he let out a horrid scream.




It was silent, finally except for ragged breathing in the far corner of the concrete structure. Blood stained almost every inch of the boy who's head lulled from one side to the other, barely conscious. His gaze fluttered open, hardly focused as he tried to get energy enough to try to do something about his current predicament.

"Geesh, they're attacking little boys now?" Hummed Sina who wasn't looking to good herself as she was covered in many of her own wounds. Coughing slightly, she reached over and placed a hand on Soran's cheek to hold his head up. "Hey now, please stop you. Save your energy for now." She whispered with a small smile to the boy. "Don't you worry us lone Seers got each others backs."

Sina looked away from the boy as she quickly glanced around the area. Things were looking a little grim, but she wasn't giving up any time soon. "Besides, I got someone else relying on me now." She said to herself quietly with a worried look in Soran's direction. "Damn, they messed you up a lot worse than they tried with me...I've got you though."

Soran felt a hand on his face and he flinched, a slight moan filling the back of his dry and burning throat. The voice he heard was feminine, gentler than the ones he had heard a few hours ago, "L-lone...?" he managed, "N-not... alone..." he said, shaking his head a bit. Shifting his body, he felt the pull of the twine still curled around his wrist. It had cut into his skin long ago, during... that. He cringed, biting his lip as he tried to move his body to a better position than what it was in. After a few minutes, he finally settled, panting heavily and fresh blood trailing down his arm from his ruined wrist.

"Heeyy...stop that." Reaching up, Sina did her best to stop Soran from moving his arms too much as he had already dug in the twine fairly deep. Grasping onto his arms she stood over him as she repeated again and again. "Yes, you are right you are not alone. Come on now, relax...please relax kid."

Turning her head she yelled out in hopes the goddess could hear her. "Hey! Dumb bimbo's! Give this guy some water or something! You don't want him dying on you right?" She knew she was going to get smacked for that, but it was worth it. The blonde boy before her was in desperate need of water.

Seemingly materializing out of thin air, Valyn was in midstride as he appeared before them. Glowring at the girl, he flicked his hand at her to sent her across the room to the other side, "I will tie you again as well, Seer," he growled. Stopping in front of Soran he tilted his head slightly.

Slamming into the wall Sina let out a small wounded cry as she felt several of her scabbed wounds open back up a little on her back. Landing roughly on the concrete floor, Sina coughed a retort. "Yeah, I bet you'd like that asshole."

After coughing a bit more she struggled to sit up as she looked over to Soran with worry and pity.

"Still alive there, Seer?" Valyn asked as he tapped the boys thigh with his boot, "Such a resilent little mortal. I wonder what keeps you so attached to the world of the living."

"Go... die..." Soran sputtered. Lifting his head up a bit he met Valyn's red gaze with a deep scowl of his own. The God, whom normally didn't show any sort of emotion as far as Soran was learning, smirked at him again.

"I see. So energetic. Lets remedy that, shall we?" He said as he opened his free hand and the golden knife appeared again.

"Hey! Back off of him! Come over at me! I'll show you some energy!" Sina yipped at the gods. Raising her fist to them she said to them cockily "You only beat me cause I was already weakened from my last battle you cowards!"

Valyn turned from Soran who had started freaking out a little and narrowed his gaze at Sina. He looked to be angry then, and the room seemed to drop from it's moderate temperature to ice cold. A sharp flick of his wrist at her caused the gold twine to wrap around her entire frame and tighten to hold her there, "Silence, filfthy mortal. Speak any more or move and I will slowly cut you into pieces," he growled.

Bitting her tongue, Sina held the evilest eye she could hold upon a being. She knew she wouldn't be able to help the boy if she was dead, but damn this was humiliating. In Japan she had managed to kill many gods along with her partner in their escape. And now, this, she was at the mercy of them.

Valyn knelt down in front of Soran. The boy's breath was rapid, near hyperventalation as he struggled to move backwards, except the solid concrete wall was right behind him. Shaking his head, his voice was soft and shaking, "Don't..."

Valyn ignored him, grabbed hold of his shoulder to keep him still and brought the knife down at him. The room was filled with screams again, they seemed to echo off the wall and go out into the area around them. Tears fell down Soran's face as his only thoughts were of the red haired Seer back at the house.



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"Soran,"

The map faded again in the training room, "Tristan you aren't concentrating, that is the third time," Grayson was in the opposite corner this spell wasn't working as well as it usually would..Grayson sighed and decided to use another method.
"Tristan I know...this is hard for you, but if you want to get Soran back you must not think the worst." Tristan looked at the guardian, it was apparent that his eyes were red probably from crying earlier, but really trying not anyone see him.
"I am sorry Grayson, I am trying to be strong, I just keep thinking I am hearing him scream... or something." He probably needed rest too, but he wasn't thinking about even trying to go to bed. "Ok, I will do it this time," he took a deep breath and let it out.

Tristan threw his map up again, it was an aerial view of the entire area. "Ok...lets see, we will try with Soran first," Grayson said, he was trying to get a hold on Soran's aura...yet he couldn't quite reach it. He kinda expected that. "I get buildings...probably abandoned. Maybe a warehouse..." Alauric who had been standing there was studying the map. He had left the healer in with Rethyn first, because he had been the most seriously injured. "Well if we backtrack to where we first saw them...Tristan zoom in slightly, on that area..." Tristan didn't need any more direction, and the devastated area popped up. "Ok move south slowly," Alauric said, it had to be the direction the gods were taking, or at least it was his best guess.
"Well that didn't help, there are several areas with abandoned warehouses, Grayson try again in these three areas." Grayson had been watching and nodded, "Hmm, well I am not getting Soran...but I feel another seer."

Alauric blinked, "do you think its the god...or another seer." Grayson concentrated harder..."No definitely another seer." Alauric silently cursed, what the hell did that mean another seer. "Ok well we will go with that," he said because he couldn't think of what else to do with that information.



Eyes jolted open. Sitting up in his bed, Rethyn reached quickly to his side as he felt dull pain. Upon contact, he felt bandages at his side. His wound felt closed under the bandages, but at the same time not completely healed. EIther way it was going to be a new scar without the help of Kilia, but that wasn't important.

Moving from his bed, Rethyn quickly slid on a black tank top and soon after replaced his blood stained pants with a pair of black cargo shorts. Lastly Rethyn reached for a pair of socks from the drawer and a pair of tan boots. As he tightened them he'd ocasioanlly feel a slight bit of flashing pain. Doing his best to ignore it he headed for the door of his room.
His door opened before he got to it, standing there was an extremely short man, probably not more then 4 feet tall. "Ah, you are up and about...good sign," he said as he stopped at the doorway. "Nasty cut you got there, how does it feel, probably not very good, you need another heal before you leave."

Rethyn looked down at the man with a tilted head. Had he had died? Who was the imp? Mentally shaking the thought from his mind, he did his best to be polite to the man as he said to him "Are you sure? I feel fine." He wasn't exactly telling the truth, but at the same time he didn't feel like he had the time. The others would need him, especially Tristan.
"Fine...you feel fine, heard that before, not really believing you, but its your body, " the healer looked up at the other...I mean he actually had to crane his neck. "I always get lost in this house, where is the girl seer's room."

"Sir, it's just a little down the hall and to the left I believe. I'm not exactly positive myself." Rethyn lied as when he first got here masked he teleported into just about every room he knew. It would just sound weird if he explained it like that. At the time he was scouting out the place. Looking back now he felt rather awkward at the thought of what he was doing.
"So, can I go?" Rethyn asked slowly.

"Down, left...and gosh don't call me sir, it makes me feel old. I...well who am I to stop you from going, Could probably kick you in the shin..oh why did I say that, haha forget it. Don't mind me, just going on my way." The healer turned in the opposite direction of where Rethyn told him to go. "This way..not its the other way...like I said getting lost."
He moved rather quickly for one as short as him as he walked away from Rethyn.

Shaking his head in just general confusion of that man's being, Rethyn turned the opposite way as he headed in the direction of the training room. Every once in a while he'd find himself stumbling, but overall he had vastly improved from his condition from before. In his mind he couldn't stop thinking about his Seer. He could feel the torment within Tristan and in turn it was coming to eat at him.

With a small click Rethyn walked into the training room. Locking his gaze onto Tristan and Tristan only he slowly walked over to his Seer. Through everything he no longer cared that people like Grayson could see him without his mask, he no longer cared about people seeing him.

Wrapping his right arm under Tristan's right arm he hooked it up as he embraced his Seer to comfort him. "Hey Tristan...I know I am not the best person to really talk to..But I'll listen."

Lowering himself to the ground and leaning a little into his Seer, Rethyn placed his face at the back of Tristan's neck as he waited in silence. The loss of Soran for the moment must of been killing Tristan. Breathing out a gentle breath of air Rethyn said to Tristan. "I believe in you, we'll bring him back."

When the training room door opened Tristan had not only been surprised that Rethyn walked through it but had this look in his eye that Tristan had never seen. What surprised him more was the embrace, but it actually felt nice to be comforted in such a way. "Thanks Rethyn, that means alot to me," Tristan said to him, wiping away an absentminded tear that rolled down his face.
After what seemed like a long moment, Rethyn gently moved away from Tristan. As he got up though he went to ruffle Tristan's hair a little before moving over to the far wall and sliding down it into the sitting position. "So, any news?" He asked quietly.
A small chuckle could be heard before Rethyn's question was answered. "We have narrowed it down to a certain area, but the exact building is still a mystery," this was coming from Grayson who was kinda in shock by the scene he just witnessed. The chuckle had been because of the expression he had on his face a moment ago.




Julianna had been sitting in with Kilia since the attack, trying to make sure she wasn't going to bleed from any of the wounds that occurred. Jonathan was also present but his state of being was starting to frighten Julianna, he didn't look well at all.
The door opened and popped in the healer...all four feet of him, "Well, this room looks promising, people are actually present," he said to no one in particular. Julianna turned and smiled, "Oh thank goodness, Master Lee, I was wondering where you were," she said as she moved aside for him. "Hmm, this one looks familiar, oh she has her mother's nose. Funny I could never look Yve in the eyes...oh nevermind that wasn't very nice of me." The healer opened up his magic system and a white light expelled over Kilia, what took Kilia slightly longer was done in a matter of moments with Master Lee, "she's got the healer's touch, I can tell. Kinda nice to be able to help one of my own."

Jonathan stirred as he heard talking. He slowly opened his eyes feverishly to see someone looking at Kilia and using magic on her. He tried to stand up to fulfill his futy as a guardian but he falls back onto the chair, beginning to feel cold all of a sudden. He didn't like this feeling. Not at all. "Kilia..." he croaked out pitifully.

It was warm again. It had been so cold for so long and Kilia was sure she had fallen into an ice box or frozen over. She hadn't ever felt so cold before. It was starting to worry her that she may never feel the warmth again. However, it washed over her like a tidal wave and she was relieved in the feeling. It felt amazing to have heat once again scorch her skin. It even seemed to loosen her lungs as she took a deep breath.

With a soft mumble, she cracked open her eyes. Everything was blurry for a while and she had to blink several times to see properly. Finally, when she could make out the faces that hovered over her she took a deep breath and hummed softly, "Hi..." she said feeling overly tired even though she had been in darkness for quite some time.

It seemed like that hi got a chuckle from the small healer, "Hi yourself, back from the darkness I see. Hmm, everything should heal fine." He had slightly turned to look over at Jonathan, "Hmm that one looks sick...catch a cold or something." Julianna only shook her head, as she figured it was much more than a cold. "I am sure my father will want to see you, Master Lee, would you like to come upstairs," she asked as she walked to the door. She hadn't noticed the healer go over to Jonathan, and poke him in the shoulder, "hey you need some healing."

Jonathan felt his touch, the touch felt warm. Too warm. He yelled out in alarm of the touch. "Don't! The touch!!! It burns!!!" He shouts in surprise.

Master Lee jumped back slightly, "Don't get your panties in a bunch, young man." He went to his healing pad, but something was off and he felt like he shouldn't heal the boy. "Ah...must be love," he exclaimed, "ok well, I can't do much about that," he produced a small red pill though, "This should help, not instant but at least he might be able to talk coherently." He left the pill on the table by the chair. It would actually start to smell in a second, smell like something the boy would love to eat, whatever that was for the moment.

"Ok lets go...I think these two need a moment alone or something." Julianna rolled her eyes and led him out of the room.

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Jonathan looked at the pill at the scent, and with one quivering hand he grasped It and downed the pill. "Dumbapples...." He said to himself. Shivering again he rested where he sat. Ever watchful on Kilia. He smiled weakly at how helpless he was and thought how stupid he was in using his greatest spell.

Kilia shifted around and slowly sat up. Stretching, she looked over to Jonathan and immediately came off the bed. Stumbling from the sudden movement, her head swam terribly and she ended up landing on his lap rather heavily. With a groan she reached up and pushed the loose strands of hair that had fallen into her face, up and away. Looking up at him, she straightened and reached out for his face, "Robin... Hey, Robin..." she called and then swiped at her magic system.

The pad opened, but it was completely blank. Her heart skipped a beat, "Reset... Reset?! Why... what happened.... crap," she muttered to herself as she tried frantically to recall the basis for her two most prominent spells. Taking a moment, she closed her eyes, breathed and then reopened them to stare hard at the pad. Gritting her teeth, she touched the pad with her fingers and started drawing.

It took her considerably longer than it normally would, but when she was satisfied, she dragged it of the pad and dropped it over Jonathan's frame. It glowed bright blue this time.

Jonathan only smiled at the woman on his lap. "Hey babe, you feeling okay?" He asked her weakly yet with a strong tone in his voice. "Oh...Magic blank....stupid...ginger...hehe." Jonathan realized then that something was terribly wrong with him. "Crud...I should not insult him...he saved you... whilst my rage nearly devoured me...like a snake."

Kilia looked up at him. At first she giggled lightly, "Hi, I'm alright," she answered his first question. As he continued she couldn't help but laugh, "Far better than you apparently. You need to sleep. You are so low on energy," she said. A frown pulled at her lips as he continued. She wasn't sure what he was talking about but after he slept and he was in a much better condition she would ask him. But that would all come later. Shaking her head a bit she examined him via the new spell she had just created. The blue glow highlighted his body nicely for her. Nothing was wrong with him, persay. Only that his energy was insanely low. For him to be even awake and talking was a miracle, well partially talking that was. Jonathan wasn't making any sense to her in the least.

Shaking her head again, she stood up in front of him, "Hey, go to sleep alright? I will bring you tea later. Right now, sleep. I have to go see the others. I promise I will be right back though," she told him and planted a kiss on his forehead before heading for the door. She was going to have to ask Tristan how to share energy later.

Jonathan smiled. "Okay Babe, I'll sleep." He said as his eyes started pulling shut. "Kilia.. I love you." He called out before sleep finally claimed him. What filled his dreams, no one ever knew. Only that they were good.

She paused in the doorway and smiled warmly at him, "Yeah, I know. I love you too," she whispered back and left after closing the door. She rushed down the hall and hurried to find the others.




The Rescue:

Peter silently walked into the training room silently. He could see Alauric gazing at the Map and Grayson and Tristan concentrating their magic. He also spotted Rethyn nearby. He only sighed and sat on the floor where he stood. "Any luck yet fellas?" He asked intently, his mind almost fixated on finding his lost Seer. "Still cannot believe Robin is that Vigilante known as the Silver Knight. He's too nice to be that guy." He muttered to himself.

The discussion upstairs had probably taken a turn for the more interesting. Grayson didn’t think they could get any closer then the area of five buildings they were currently looking. Even that could have trigged something, so any closer would definitely alarm the gods. “Yet that leaves five buildings, and searching through all of those will certainly cause alarm,” the comment went up from Alauric as he looked one person to the next.

"Question." Peter asked, "why not use me for better narrowing them down further?" he thought it was a pretty good question to ask. But then again it might have not. He was just desperate to get Soran back as soon as possible.

"Because Peter, I need you for something else," Alauric said, "You and Tristan..." he kinda knew he was going to get a rather dark look from his own son, but he was doing what he thought would get the best result. "And I know while you both have personal reasons to rescue Soran, I can't send you in there with your own agendas."

"Wait a minute!" Peter said in protest. "As far as I know, our potentially strongest dude is half wasted due to to how much energy the idiot used to become that... thing! And we can't entirely trust him if he enters that state again! I've seen and heard about The Silver Knight on the news! Jonathan Grey is dangerous now that he's shown us his true colors. I'd say it puts his status as a Guardian into question."

Tristan glared at Peter, "Peter, you weren't in the room with us during the fight, and while I know you think you have some clue at what your talking about, Jonathan and that spell he used have nothing to do with each other. And no one can question who gets chosen as guardian. I trust Jonathan still, and I will leave it at that."

Peter could only stop and stare at Tristan. "I'm sorry. I should not insult him. I'm sure if he did not use that spell, we'd either have less people in the room or more injured. But my point is I only have one agenda right now. I want my Seer back." He said, sounding almost more collected and thought out his words carefully.

Alauric glanced at Peter, "Well there is more to this plan then just the rescue...and probably should just let it out now. We are leaving this house, we need someplace where the gods won't find us so quickly. We need the time to actually train and get better and not only get attacked and have to take the time to heal. So that kinda means we need to cover our tracks."

He turned to Rethyn, "Rethyn will be doing the actually rescue, so if you aren't hundred percent...you need to actually be truthful because we all need you to be"

"It doesn't matter if I am not at one-hundred percent. We're getting him back. He'd do the same for any of us." Rethyn said from the corner.

Tristan spoke up again, "I kinda had an idea about how to narrow it down even more to the one specific building other then trying to search all five. It is a rather hair-brained idea, mostly because I don’t know if it will work or not. I was thinking on trying to hack into Soran’s magic pad. Yet because I know he is probably better at hacking than I am, he probably has really good protection on his system." Tristan was pretty sure this wasn't going to work in the first place, or even if it should work, hacking into another seer's pad...well that was frowned upon among the families. He was pretty sure his father wouldn't let him do it.

Especially since the last time...didn't go so well. "Tristan, I thought we agreed that you would never try that again. Especially after you accidentally cast a spell and froze a whole room full of important people."

Tristan sighed...yeah there was that and he didn't want to accidently cast anything that would get Soran into more trouble.

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Kilia, who had entered some time after was seated with he legs crossed under her, listening to their conversation. She could tell Tristan was haggard, worn and stressed. She was as well, but she couldn't imagine how he was feeling. If Jonathan were to have been taken from her she would be in the same state as he was. Even so, she was surprised that he was even doing this much coherently... or semi-coherently. The earlier comment about Jonathan had her stunned and confused, thus the reason she hadn't said anything. Tristan, though, spoke for her.

With a sigh she glanced between them all. She didn't have any ideas at all about how they were going to find Soran and so instead she started chewing on her lip, a terrible bad habit when she was trying to think of something. Upon Tristan's mention of hacking into Soran's magic system she recalled her own being reset and glanced over to him, "Tristan... my magic system was reset. I don't have the slightest clue as to what happened to it or how to fix it," she knew it wasn't the topic, but couldn't help to mention it.

"Maybe you can look at it later?" she offered. Perhaps it would help to keep him occupied once they figured out how they were going to get Soran back. She knew the boy was going to be tearing his hair out as they waited. In the mean time, she continued to nibble at her lower lip, her thoughts scrambling as she tried to figure something out to at least help.

"What about..." she stopped, humming slightly to herself as an eyebrow drew down and she gazed at the floor for a moment, "What about the Gods power? Didn't he share that spell or system with you guys?"

Now three people looked at her, Tristan actually spoke up first, "He was still working on it, and while I could try to use it...there were still some kinks I think." He looked at Grayson, who seemed to be pondering something, "Maybe we don't need the system per say...those three gods are all mega-powerful. It shouldn't be that hard to figure out where most of the power is concentrated in the area. However I think targeted Oni himself...would be to risky, and I am while I could pick out Criea pretty easy...I think its that third one I need to concentrate on."

"What if we tried to do this quietly?" Rethyn asked again from the corner. "I don't know if we want to risk Soran's life by getting into direct combat with them. If Jonathan is indeed our potentially strongest member we should fight without him at the front lines."

Alauric looked at Rethyn, "To be perfectly honest, I don't want to get into a fight with them at all. That is why I am choosing you, you have the potential to get in and out as quick as possible without causing that much attention."

Rethyn nodded to Alauric in agreement. "I'd feel comfortable in this plan. I don't want to risk anyone else."

"So, going back to the beginning, cause I need you guys to listen to this," Alauric was looking at everyone. "Like I said we are leaving the house, that means everyone has something to do in helping. We only take what is absolutely necessary from our belongings. Rethyn I will give you specific instructions later on."

Rethyn nodded to Alauric as he briefly glanced at everyone in the room for a moment before looking back. "Yes sir."

"Kilia," he turned to the pink-haired seer, "I am going to need to know you are safe first and foremost. You and Jonathan are going to go with Master Lee, he will take you to the retreat."

On those words the healer walked in with Julianna, who looked like the little guy talked her ear off the entire time. "Oh did I hear my name, just in time, thanks miss...I was rather hungry after all the healing this morning." He glanced around the room and he eyes were upon Kilia, "Oh...the young healer, yes she is looking better, definitely more color to her face. I am Victor, Victor Lee. Most who aren't so formal call me Uncle Vic."

"Victor Lee?" Kilia turned to face him, holding herself up on her hands as she was twisted at her waist. Her eyes grew bright, "Mother... mentioned your name a few times," she said softly, "You're... the healer right? Victor Lee was a healer that my Mother spoke about. She often said that he was the best healer she had known. And... also that I should have taken lessons from you," she blushed at this but shook her head a bit to clear it -though that didn't work very well- but she continued to watch him with an almost 'awe struck' look in her gaze. He's... smaller than I imagined... she thought to herself with a tilt of her head.

Victor slightly blushed, "Such a compliment coming from you." He continued, "Alauric thought I could be of some help, and spoke about a healer with great potential and some good skills. So I agreed to become your trainer."

Tristan looked at Kilia, "You mentioned your pad...I am sorry about that, completely my fault. I will fix it, promise." Tristan had been sort of distracted, but he had heard her. Actually he had slightly blushed, and let the conversation continued as to not draw attention to the fact that he had given it a virus, a fact that Kilia might not be to happy about.

Alauric had let the conversation slip again, "Ok, well back to the plan. Grayson can work on the pinpointing the building, but like I said we need to cover our tracks. That is where you two come in," he was looking at Tristan and Peter. "Going to cause a distraction in a way so tracing us won't be so easy."

"Such as?" Peter replied at the moment he heard distraction. He half wondered what to do to make it happen.

"With these," Alauric was holding a small canister, and Tristan spoke up, "Aura bombs," he looked liked he sort of understood. "So we are going to cause a trail that leads away from where we are actually going. Just in case any try to follow."

Alauric looked at Peter, "You do have a car right."

"Aye that I do." Peter replied. "And Its a great car. Hate to see it get blown up."

Tristan slightly chuckled, "I hope we don't have to worry about that, but yeah blown up car wouldn't be good. Ah, so we are dropping those, and running like hell. So where are we going to drop them"

Peter smirked. "So its a false trail essentially. A Diversion. I'm down with that." he wondered when would he do this.

"First we find the building...then we make the preparations to leave, the we perform the rescue and diversion almost at the same time." Alauric kinda wondered if that actually sounded like it would work. "We have two hours until sunrise. I would like not have to do the rescue during the day, So one hour to make preparations and another to go get Soran back,"

Damian was listening from his usual eavesdropping and he looked at Kilia and didn't say anything, his look said It all. What about Jonathan? Should he be wakened for being told what Is going on? Where are they even going? "Let's ask Jonny boy." He only stated. "You talk to him, I'll get his stuff." and with that the ghost vanished from the room.

"It's a well thought out plan. " Rethyn said with a little nod. "It was better than the idea I had in mind. So, what do you need me to do?" Rethyn said without breaking his gaze from Alauric.

"Rethyn, I actually like to talk to you alone," Alauric said, "Just met me downstairs in my study." Tristan looked at his father for a second, "Go ahead I am fine," he just wanted to let the other know he didn't have to worry about him. He was going to be busy as it was and didn't want to interfere with his father's plan.

"Right." Rethyn placed his hand at his side as he slow and quietly rose to his feet. A light string came from his side but he was getting use to it. With the previous knowledge of where Alauric's office was located he begun to leave the room to head down to the office.

"Okay, guys lets get this done," Alauric said. It was an indication that whatever they needed to do to perpare it was now the time for them to go do it. Grayson was still sitting there, musing over his pad, he needed to make some adjustments before he could actually pinpoint the exact location. Tristan got up from his position and stretched, "Peter, I think I got an idea for where to put those aura bombs, when you are done with your packing, just met me in my room."

Peter nodded as he hurried to his room to begin packing.

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Kilia briefly glanced up to Damian and though she acknowledged him, she didn't say anything outwardly. Once they were told to get things done, Kilia stood up and went to her room where Jonathan was still sleeping. She allowed him to sleep for a while longer and she started packing a few essential things. Mostly her clothes, a brush and bathroom things. Once she had it all in a bag that she found in the closet of the room, she went over to Jonathan and tapped his shoulder.

"Hey, I know you're tired but you have to wake up now. I'll give you that tea in a few minutes. We have to go though. Head downstairs with me okay? Damian is getting your things, I'm sure he's already got it all together. Come on," she said and dragged at his arm to help him stand up. She would get her bag later, but she wanted to have Jonathan down and ready to go. They didn't have much time after all.

Jonathan groaned as he got up. "Alright. I'm hurrying. I can finally ride ya on my motorcycle." he said with a groggy chuckle. He let her lead him downstairs. "Tell me, where are we going? Why so early in the morning?" he didnt feel like opening his eyes at the moment, only listen and walk slightly uneven.

"Got his stuff, good thing the Idiot doesn't have much in terms of belongings." Damian said slinging the bag over Jonathan's shoulder.

Kilia shook her head, a bit of smile on her lips, "No, you're not driving. Not like that, honey. You are going to ride with Alauric and Grayson. We are leaving very soon. We're going to another house, I don't know where, only that we can't stay in this house anymore. The Gods keep finding it," she explained and once they were down the steps, she had him sit down near the front door, "Here, stay here. I'll get you that tea now," she said and pecked his cheek with her lips.

Jonathan smiled and nodded his head. "Okay dear." was all he could muster.

"Jeez, you were in your armor longer then last time ya used that spell. New Record!!" Damian shouted with slight glee. "Once you get conditioned enough we can figure out the rest of how to finally get me to cross over."

Alauric and Rethyn

Alauric soon followed Rethyn in to his office. He looked at the other, "Are you sure you are good to go first of all."

"I'm entirely sure sir." Rethyn said in response as he folded his arms low across his chest. With a slight tilt of his head he asked Alauric. "So, why did you need to take me away from the others to brief me? Shouldn't they be aware of what I am doing?"

Rethyn had an idea of why Alauric was doing this, but he didn't want to bring it forth. It must of been the kind of information that would bring the group down. Or at least that's what came to Rethyn's mind. What else could it have possibly been?

"There are three things, the first being the most important, I need you to promise me this, no matter what you see or hear, that there is to be no altercation with the gods themselves. It was the other reason that I chose, despite everything, I think you can put aside your personal feelings the best when you know you need to. I know you care...you care because of my son and I thank you for that."

Rethyn gave a slow nod to Alauric as he listened to the man. Before speaking he took in a breath and closed his eyes for a moment. "There will be none." He finally said after a short moment of silence. "Can I ask you something?" He breathed.

Alauric nodded, "What would you like to ask?"

With a close of his eyes he took a risk as he spoke the words. "Can I have permission to depart a bit early. I need to go somewhere before I go to my infiltration point."

Alauric was curious, but decided if the other was asking it must have been important to him, "I am fine with that, I will have to give you coordinates first for your extraction point. That I think I can show you after Grayson gets done."

"There is another item though, when we were searching earlier, Grayson said he felt another seer, this one not being the god though. If you should be able to rescue this person also, I rather not leave them there for the gods to torture, but only if the occusion should arise. Soran is your first priority."

"I'll get them both." Rethyn merely said. He was not going to let a life suffer. By staying in this home so many lifes were lost within the city. One extra life wouldn't even be able to put a dent in all of the lives he could of saved, but it was something. "Was the Seer's guardian sensed as well?"

"No," Alauric answered, "Its possible that they are alone," he was going to leave it at that,

"Okay." Rethyn replied quickly.

"The last thing is...to come back safe, you are important to us."

"I don't know about that, but I appreciate it sir."

Alauric chuckled, "well at least you are honest. Um...wait, I just thought of something." He opened a drawer in his desk, and pulled out an couple of ear pieces. "These aren't as good as Soran's, but they still work, it clips around your ear and the button to turn in on is in the back. However I wouldn't turn it on until you are ready for extraction, just to be on the safe side. You then can speak into it and hear"

Rethyn extended a hand for the device. "Interesting." As he took it in his hand he glanced over it for a little while before looking back to Alauric. "I'll be honest with you sir you won't be hearing from me if things go well."

Alauric looked at him, "Then I look forward from not hearing from you."

Rethyn puffed out a short laugh as he gave a small smile. "I'll be off then as soon as I get those coordinates. Thank you for trusting in my ability."