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The Messanger of Justice; JWH Chapter 2, part 1... OPEN!
Topic Started: Aug 13 2005, 03:46 PM (2,385 Views)
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"I'm Sameth Lupus, most people call me Sam though."

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“Hello, something you want? We are prepping for a sort of war.”


"War what are you talking about? Just because there is a new threat out there that might destroy us all doesn't mean there will be a war." Sam was being optimistic but he new this person was right so he began making metal prepartions and tried to figure out what exactly was going on things were happening and people were preparing for battle but sam looked around and he saw nothing that would alarm anyone.

Sam's hearing was so good that he could hear peopls heart rates pick up in there chests as the tension grew. the group also smelled of fear and extreme anticipation after Calebs speech.

Sam looked over to where Teo and Winter stood with Caleb and another girl Sam didn't know. Suddenly Winter blinked out and then suddenly he was there again ifacing two new comers. He had the rub his eye to make sure he had just seen what he did.

Sam looked over at the person he sat next to fear of him forgotten, "Did you just see that." He pointed roght were Winter had been and then to where he know stood. that is one of the strangest things I have ever seen.
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Tiren's reaction was immediate. He did not quite see who it was who had appeared immediately in front of himself and Falcon as they ran towards the memorial...at least not at first. He did, however, sense the displacement in the air before him and feel the sword he bore suddenly begin to pulse in its sheathe, a sure sign of danger. His reaction was instant. At superhuman speed, he ducked to the side, tucking into a sideways role and coming up in a crouch, Excaliber drawn and in a guard position. The blade flared brightly with holy flame. The white fire licked along the edge of the blade, spitting forth tongues of heat and light though it did its wielder no harm.

Falcon's reaction was slower and a great deal less elegant. He stumbled and fell forwards, then managed to log-roll to the side, coming up on hands and knees to see who had come up in front of them so suddenly.

Falcon relaxed upon seeing who it was. Tiren did not.

Falcon chuckled, trying to relieve the tension. "Winter! You surprised us. You really should be more careful when teleporting like that. You scared me near out of my wits."

Despite his words, Falcon eyed the flaming sword worriedly out of the corner of his eye. Excaliber had never recognized Winter as an enemy before. Something was very, very wrong.

Tiren did not relax, though neither did he immediately attack. The sword was warning him of danger, of evil's presence, but could it be mistaken? Despite Tiren's stubborn wariness of Winter, deep inside he did not truly believe the boy evil. Simply...unfortunate. Still, the sword had never been wrong before...

Carefully, the paladin relaxed, lowering the sword slightly but not putting it away as he glanced about for other signs of danger. Somthing was very, very wrong here.

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Legs crossed, deep in meditation, the figure did not need to close his eyes to shut out visible distractions, but all the same, he did so. Doing so felt natural to him. As he sat, concentrating, he felt a twinge, a feeling that something...not too far away...was not quite right.

He opened his eyes, not that that changed anything. He had lived so much of his life in darkness that the light was foreign to him. He stood to his feet, his white hakama tied about him in the traditional fashion.

"Papa?"

He turned his head towards the voice and smiled gently. He could sense the worry in his daughter's voice. The little girl tugged lightly on his hakama. "Papa, where going?"

"Kimiko..." The black-haired samurai spoke gently to the child. "I must go...something is happpening. SOmething important...I must be there. I will drop you off at your babysitter's...be good, I shall return, I hope, shortly.

The little girl pouted but soon gave it up. Her father could not see it even if he could sense it.

Kaze Hinomoya bent down and stroked his daughter's hair gently. "I will return."

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Dropping Kimiko off took but a few moments. Kaze, katana in hand, was soon headed towards the memorial from the dorms, dedication and necessity lengthening his stride. It was time to repay old debts.

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Kaze did not know that he was observed as he set out. Normally, his senses would have sensed the silent observer in the trees above, but the man above was an expert. He smirked softly as Kaze went by. Everything was proceeding precisely as he'd expected. Now he just had to follow the samurai and stick with him and soon enough...

Revenge would be his.
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Keitaro hummed merrily as he strolled down the stone path towards the forest. It was a clear, gorgeous day; the sun's rays sneaked through the gaps of leaves in the trees, painting the ground in speckled shades of yellow and green. It was the perfect weather for another perfectly fun-filled day of sparring.

As a matter of fact, Kei was heading to the forest for just that reason. This would be the fifth time he had fought against the girl named Alter. Their matches usually went on all day long with an occasional break or two, during which Alter would persist in calling him Kei-go and then boast about her inevitable victory. Yes, Kei hated to admit it, but he had yet to win a single fight against the female fighting machine.

As Keitaro skirted the edge of the courtyard, he felt a stab of disquiet deep inside of him. He paused for a moment and looked around him. He couldn't see anything from where he was standing, but he sensed a cavernous tangle of emotion. Hate, fear, resentment and suspicion all bombarded his mind, provoking his own bewilderment.

Hesitantly, Keitaro crept toward the onslaught in the courtyard. He could see a group of people gathered together, speaking amongst themselves. They don't look very harmful to me, thought Kei as he gazed at them. Then suddenly, one of them disappeared and then another drew his sword (Or was it? All he could see was a blurry line of fire). Okay, maybe I was wrong.

Kei moved closer steadily, trying to get a good look at the crowd. No, no, no, I don't know you, and I most certainly don't know you, no, no... Kei did a double take as his eyes passed over someone he vaguely recognised. It was Winter. He had only seen him once, but had heard a little about him from... Wait! Is that... Teo?

As if he was in a trance, Keitaro stumbled towards the dark-haired, bespectactled boy standing in the middle of the crowd. Heedlessly, he walked through the surrounding people and stood next to his friend. Then, sensing the stares of everyone around him, Kei snapped out of his daze and whispered to Teo.

"So what exactly is going on here?"
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Teo, Win, Xan, Pete, Kounei ...currently offworld...
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Teo, stilled in shock, saw , felt everything. Winter desperately wanted to die, to spare them what was to come. He would not see any way out. Neither could Teo, yet, but he knew they could find a way. About to run after him, he was stopped by Kei. Realised suddenly, that his beleaguered twin would have to face his fear alone...he could feel what Winter refused to. He looked at the puzzled newcomer, shook his head, his eyes reflecting the aching uncertainty....he had no answer, not yet...on the next moments hinged a life...

Excalibur was all that Winter could see, filling his vision like a wreath of death. The only thing besides Soulraven, or Morgana herself, that could kill him instantly.

Autumn would have helped, or Tamara...But he had driven the one away, and the other still slept, withdrawn into her own autistic world. He had not been able to protect her from Sin's mental depredations, and nowhe himself would be a threat to her

"What more proof do I need?" he whispered, more to himself than anything. He could feel her evil oozing through him, like the inevitable growth of night's shadow. Easier to turn back the sun upon it's course, and bring back the day, than to fight this alone.

Thye last time he had faced Excalibur in flames, Tiren's death had been his intent. He remembered the auguish that had poured forth from the paladin, as he faced being the instrument of a dear friends death, as it was Winter within Teo that he faced./ To strike him with Excalibur would have been the death of both - that had been Mogana's plan, to be rid of both tools at once, as she saw her plan frustrated. So, useless to her, best discarded. Better yet, by the hand of the paladin-king she hated above all men. To kill both, and break the third, was fitting...

But now, he could kill his enemy without harming his friend...the temptation, surely monumental...

Winter seemed to deflate, the tension leaving him, as if life's blood already spilling. He looked up at Tiren with haunted eyes. He did not hear what Falcon spoke, but spoke himself, in an oddly meditative tone.

"You were right, all along, to not trust me. I should have known...no, I did know...that when she came again, there would be no hope for me. I am a tool, a thing...taken up again by the hand of a cruel mistress...all the crueler that she takes me in pieces, and lets me see the taking, slowly..."

His voice roughened, his eyes went wild. It did not matter now, if Tiren suspected a trick, the result would be the same.

"The raven said my path would end! End it, then, Tiren! End it now, that I do not fall back into the darkness. I have seen this future. I fear the scourge that I will become. She will make me destroy all I - "

He would have said love, but that word, however deeply felt, had never passed his lips where others heard. Surely it would incense the knight errant further, to hear him, of all people speak it.

It was no accident, that as he spoke, he moved into the blade's striking distance. Perhaps that would be thought a trick too, to disarm. But had it been his intent, he could have struck his opponent from a greater distance, as Caleb and Tiren both knew. He shook his head. Steeled himself, accepting. It might be the last time he would, of his own will.

...Let it be, as it should have been. Let the last loose end be cut. Remove her tool from the world of the living...and free her slave...
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Brian remained in his seat, one foot in and one foot out of the protective barrier that surrounded the memorial. The events of the new source of evil intent on the amassed group slowly seemed to be playing out though Teo’s side of the camp. Brian still looked on, and the other Teo, the one Brian vaguely recalled as Winter he was suffering some moral or otherwise attack.

Leaving the security of the memorial he and Teo passed right in front of him, oblivious to his presence possibly wrapped up in whatever struggle was taking place. Knowing glances were repeatedly exchanged, but most of all was Winters sudden hardened gaze at Teo. They were going to walk back into the memorial, however the sudden flare of the memorials protective magic made Brian jump a bit.

Seeing the magic come at him and wash though his body splitting him as Winter was rejected now from entering. It was unnerving as he whole-heartedly resisted the instant to nullify the magic of the memorials protection. Another flash of magic as someone yelled to stop Winter, and Brian hesitated.

Sam the other boy ignored by so many and had decided to sit at the same pillar likely witnessed the same events leading to Winters teleport.

“I saw it.”

He wanted to stand, wanted to make this mess dissipate, but at the same time. It seemed right to let Teo deal with his own mess. Still further down another source of magic stopped Winter. It was whatever weapons the knight Trien wore; it was oozing terribly magic with Winters approach.

He couldn’t hear what was going on but with the sword drawn he could guess. Winter was now among the threats. Brian didn’t know what to do now, his more easily drawn parallels were gone; Caleb was in the memorial he was safe from Winter as he was rejected. Winter hadn’t noticed him he was no threat to him, he decided there to do nothing then.

He settled back against the memorial this wasn’t his problem, like Teo had never thought of Brian’s presence Brian decided to do the same as what he thought Teo would do, he’d help someone else. Tlachtga lied at his side and like him seemed happy in the decision.

“Sam it’s more like you look at the amassed people, it seems that slowly it’s going south but still there are enough students here that it will be a war. Winter there is being rejected by the memorial, guess things are already moving against everyone.”
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The rythmic breathing were shallow, but constant, with the monitors off against the wall showing steady vitals. There had been no change in her condition whatsoever.
The school nurse leaned forward and reached out for the girl's head, lifting it up gently with one hand, and with her free one tucking the girl's pillow into a more comfortable position, before lowering the reddish-haired head back down. The girl undoubtedly couldn't care less how her pillow was placed, but the nurse insisted on making the patients as comfortable as possible - whether they were able to feel it, or not. It wasn't a mindless lump of meat lying there on the hospital bed. It was a young girl, a human being, a child that should have been protected from what had happened to her ...
The nurse reached out for a chair, and stepped over to the door to flick on the light to the room, then turned about and wandered back to settle down on the chair by the hospital bed, and watch the fragile-looking girl that lay motionless on the bed. Someone had folded her hands over her chest, as if she was dead and laying in a coffin instead of a sickbed; the nurse frowned in disapproval and reached out to unfold them, letting the thin arms and hands lay limp on the bed, sighing as leaned back to observe the motionless girl. Her form was starting to show barely noticeable, but visible signs of maturing; the nurse could depict exactly how she would look like once in the full bloom of her youth. She would be beautiful. Then the old nurse studied the delicate features of the child that, even smoothed by the bliss of sleep, still showed the beginning of tiny wrinkles on her forehead, wrinkles that told a story of nights and days of worry, fear and anguish; it was the face of one who had seen dark sides of the world that no one should have been forced to see, one who had lost much, and still living with the grief of the loss. It was not the face of an innocent to the cruelty of the world. No, not a child. Not anymore.
The old nurse shook her head and lamented this loss, as she started arising. She had more patients to visit.
She stiffened as she in the corner of her eye caught a light reflection coming off the girl's face; she turned about to examine it one more time, and with a sudden hissing intake of breath, her eyes widened as she only now noticed the liquid forming slowly in the corner of Tamara's eye, and sliding gently down the girl's cheek, to finally spread a tiny pool of wetness on her pillow.
The nurse stared silently for a moment, then turned to view the monitors; there was no difference from before. There was no visible sign of any improvement, of any consciousness.
Tamara's mind had shut itself off. Away from the pain, the terror that was Kaie and Sin, away from all things that could hurt her, and away from all things that could help her. Steel-hard mental walls of incredible strength stood firm, walls through which nothing could enter, and nothing could escape. Walls that Tamara had spent all her time on AHS breaking down, forming and learning to control, to open up for her full potential. Now they were back, and the gentle empath had no conscious will to remove them.
It should seem an impossibility that she could sense Winter, through that. But nevertheless, echoes of his anguish waved through those solid walls, causing something deep within her to shudder and start a slow awakening.

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Silence bopped her head up and down in boredom, her face twisting in annoyance, fustration and worry, as she listened to the students around her talk eagerly about the house games. She did not find them quite as interesting, and could not understand what all the others found so thrilling about them; maybe she would understand it better when she grew older, she decided solemnly.
Having been told to stay around here, where there were people to watch her, wasn't what troubled her, though. Winter was.
Her daddy was in trouble, and she wanted to help him so MUCH, but she had been told again and again to reign in her impulsiveness, and so she had forced herself to obey and stay in place. Teo was with Winter; so was Cyra. Whatever was happening, they would be able to help him.
I can help too, she reasoned, and pouted. And she missed him. And Autumn. Why couldn't those two come along? And Tamara, too. Poor Tamara. And Cyra. And Teo. But above all, she missed her papa.
Turning her head, she glanced at the student that had been acting as her self-announced caretaker, and considered how hard it would be to sneak out of her sight. She could at least be allowed to take a walk, could she not ...? Maybe she could find an animal to talk to, if any had dared approach so many noisy people. It did not seem very likely.
Her golden eyes widened and clouded over in sudden panic; as the small bundle in the corner of her mind that was Winter, seemed to disappear from one moment to the next - with an emotional surge she couldn't identify right before it. Jumping up on her feet, Silence scanned the crowd with a child's trained eye for escape routes, and started off in a speedy run. She heard someone cry out her name, but paid it no heed as she raced for the school's courtyard. The panic had now seized her throat, and formed a hard lump inside it that made it hurt to swallow.
Then suddenly Silence was gone, and a small raven took flight, swooping up into the sky with a sharp cry.
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(OOC: Thank you everyone for your patience with me. It is time to actually begin this story.)

Kaz's eyebrow visibly raised half an inch upon listening to Alara's question, but that wasn't how his heart felt. This was the first time... no, the only time since he had been rebuilt in to this freak show, that someone had shown that they cared. Rushing out to the gates and stopping him from leaving, it meant that for some reason, this girl actually wanted to talk to him. That alone made him feel more alive, perhaps his heart now beat with a new form of confidence thanks to this action alone. However, her question both struck him as an oddity and frightened him. Would he harm Caleb? If Caleb told him there was no hope for his soul, if all he saw was a cesspool of evil where a spirit belonged, what then? Would he just walk away? Would he pretend that it had never been said, go on trying to live once again? Or perhaps in his anger, wrath and fear, he would strike Caleb down and make him right. However, to Alara, none of these things would be said. Nay, he did not want to either wierd her out or to sound stupid in the least bit. Slowly, even for a man of few words, Kaz found his voice to tell her.

"I've spent too much time hurting people. Even if I got a worst case senario from him, it would not give me a right to take vengeance against him." He half chucked at her statement that she didn't care, mostly because he immediately saw through that lie. "And you do care... just in a very wierd manner. So how about you...you seem to have a flow of love and hate going for that man.... If it isn't prying too deep that is...."
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Chaos was the only word to describe the situation now. It was as if someone or something had spent a few minutes to mix up the pot of life with problems for everyone. Caleb wasn't clueless, he knew what had to be done... but it was not something he looked forward to. If he went through with this, he would be breaking away from the role he wanted to take; one step closer to taking the Father's Mantel. He wanted to shrudder openly at that, yet restrained himself for the sake of everyone. Why he had been away, Odin had drilled him constantly on how a true leader is a servant, yet he must also know when to stand up and give an open command. This was one of those situations, one of those moments where everything was falling apart and someone needed to do or say something in order to restore the bounds that connected them as friends, as family. He tried to speak, but fear choked him on his own words. He activated his truth vision once more just to get a look at everyone, and realized that the choking fear would be nothing compared to the consquences of allowing this situation to break down any more.

"Enough." He did not truly shout the word out, but it was stated in quite a loud voice. Loud enough to grab everyone's attention, loud enough to make them turn around and see what he had to say. The power's of his soul first focused on Winter, at first an ally, then a mentor, followed by friend and now to brother. He was not going to let Winter die by anyone's blade, let alone allow him to be controled by the ice witch that had created him. In the real world, Caleb was about as far from possible over having control on any of these situations, but in his own mind, he had the faintest hope that his interference could turn the tide of an ugly battle.

"Winter, do not even begin with the thoughts of assisted suicide. You know as well as I do that Odin and his ravens ALWAYS speak in a cryptic manner, and therefore what they say cannot be taken literally. Don't you dare abandon Teo, Crya, Autumn and the others who care for you just because of your own weakness. We can and will support you, we can and will save you."

He wheeled about, turning to the rest of them. He no longer wanted to look into the secrets of their souls, he just wanted to speak with the people who he did not know well enough, and those who were his family. "This may as well become a war. Multiple enemies surrounding us with problems means that we are going to have to fight together. Obviously, we can't find out much about the enemy who destroyed one of the eathrel ravens right now, but we can know more about Morgana. Tiren, right? I believe you are the one who knows the most about her, so tell us what she is and what she is attempting to do using one of the students here at Anime High..."
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No one had answered Keitaro's questions, everyone was so caught up with eachother that newcomers often went unnoticed. It was a sad and yet simple truth to the social clicks at AHS, because they were formed so strongly through tirumphing over the worst, new students could not easily just barge in and join up without something happening first. Of course, no one with the exception of Kaz and possibly Alara had taken the time to notice the over seven foot tall giant that had walked through the gates, or the fact that he had made a very large circle around, large enough to where he too would go unnoticed. Maybe he was part giant, but Lance Lo'Thorum knew how to avoid crowds well enough to where he could blend into one. He had managed to do so with this one, although listening to Caleb's little speach made him grow weary. Why Caleb, why did you betray us? Why are your allies planning on slaughtering these people like pigs? Damnit, you were my friend... the only person who treated me like a human rather than an ogre at our young age. Why could you not resist the darkness, and why wasn't I powerful enough to stop you from doing so. I'm sorry Caleb... I'm not strong enough to save you from yourself, but I can save these people from you..."

Keitaro's words had been a whisper, but the seven foot two pure muscle built Scot standing next to him heard it nonetheless. Lance also heard something about a new evil resprining, but to be honest he could care less until the current evil was taken care of. He looked at Keitaro, a thin smile of bravado crossing this face with five o'clock shadow. "Lad, a lot of stuff is going on... but you'll be safe from the main threat soon, I promise. Just stick near Teo and near the memorial, they will protect you from harm."

Of course, if everything went according to plan, Lance would be the one dealing the harm.
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Judha couldn't help himself, he almost wet his pants out of laughter. This messanger had been better than any of the others he had ever used, and it also allowed him to gauge his challenges. Yes, these were just children for the most part... but they were strong. Aaron had been right, this would not be another child killing mission. These new targets helped overlap the painful memories of dying mothers protecting their babies, or tiny children lying in pieces after attempting to run to safety. The decree of the High Council was that no half breed would be spared, and Aaron's forces had seen almost too well to that. It had bugged him so much, that Judha left Justice of the White Hand for over a year, only returning upon a direct order handed down from the High Council. He sighed, concentraiting once again in a crosslegged sitting position on his messanger, giving him energy and life force to make him stronger. This transfer would slowly kill his little puppet, slowly eat at his sanity like a small amount of acid poured on the skin. The only regret Judha had was that Lance was human, and therefore had not needed to die if he had just stayed out of the way when they first met him. However, he was a tool of the half breeds, and therefore this would be more of a liberation for him. Death would bring Lance Lo'Thorum freedom from his chains, and what a glorious way to go, to be the one who delivered the signal for war.

A quiet girl in a dark dress stood near Judha, listening to his laughter and smiling to herself. A black cat sat on her shoulder, purring and pacing from left colar bone to right while she waited in anticipation of the starting events. Soon, she would have more evils to torture, more twisted little halfbreeds that could die screaming with a look of clueless horror on thier faces. That in her opinion was the best way to kill a half breed, steal its memories until they knew nothing but fear, and then slowly remove their vitals. The look of shock and pain was priceless, it cured her everytime of any memories from her own suffering. "Tell me Judha, are they gathered together? Do the love eachother like a family, insestual dogs breed for the dark one's purposes?"

"You always describe the situation perfectly without even needing to see it La'Roe." Judha's smile thinned, for La'Roe was perhaps the creepiest ally anyone could imagine. Why Aaron had kept her on the force after her they found her as a prisoner still eluded him, but he knew one thing... La'Roe was the queen of nightmares. She could make even the strongest man tell everything he knew within a manner of minutes, through her own combination of physical and mental torture. Aaron would have been hard pressed to find a replacement, and it seemed that her capture had only made her stronger.

"Such a shame we send a messanger, especially for dishonorable enemies."

"If you have a problem with our tactics, take it up with Aaron. In the meantime, don't you have something to check on? Like the forces we will be attacking those half breeds with?" Judha was growing impatient with the conversation, mostly because La'Roe truly gave him shivers in his spine.

"I've already taken care of our weapons. They too are growing impatient..." She took a few steps to draw very close to Judha, and she leaned over toward his ear,; her raven colored hair spreading into the wind and over his head. Her left hand lifted up and touched the back of his neck, her porcelian colored skin sending cold shivers up and down his spine. "Don't delay too long, my sweet Judha... I want some fun tonight..."
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Something in Lance's mind snapped, he could no longer hold himself, no longer put off fighting the true enemy any longer. It was as if a deep shiver had been sent down his spine, a tingly feeling knowing the nightmares to come even if he managed to beat Caleb today. But without a traitor in their midst, perhaps they could all sleep safely even if just for one night. Perhaps then, he could morn for Eona's soul alone...

"Just stay back okay? Stay safe kid, I promise It'll be over soon. Teo, you stay out of this too... I don't know you that well, but someone I knew treasured you far too much for me to allow you to be hurt." With that, Lance gave a brush from his cloak and began walking toward Caleb. He was in the open now, his cloak spreading to reveal dark clothes than looked tattered torn and burned, his black spiked hair no longer had to duck in effort of avoiding tree branches. Only a handful of students actually knew Lance, most of them had just heard of him or noticed him walking by... but here he was, the seven foot two inch mini hulk with some sort of metal armor over his arms and legs, walking toward Caleb.

"Hello Caleb, it's been awhile..." He muttered in a tone that was a mixture pain and pretend joy. Time was of the essence here, he couldn't present his case before harming Caleb... he would just have to kill him and then tell everyone what the filthy traitor had done to the girl who gave him butterflys...
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"Noriko, please understand... I haven't got a clue of what is going on now. All I know is that the people we are probably going to be fighting are very strong, and all of us are in a lot of danger. I wish I could tell you something, I wish that this wasn't even happening... but I can't change that." Caleb lowered his head while whispering to her so only they could hear. Well, in reality quite a few people had attuned senses so they would hear, but Noriko was the only person Caleb wanted to speak to right now. Would she understand? Could she actually find it in her heart to be with him at coming of the storm? So many questions... so little time. This was not what Caleb had been expecting as the first test of their relationship (truth be told, he hadn't thought of it at all; mostly out of a sheer lack of knowledge when it came to this subject); but it was still here. Their world of peace was going to fall apart, going to crumble away...

"Hello Caleb, it's been awhile..."

Caleb almost jumped at the sound of that voice. His oldest friend, the giant Scotsman who had been his partner in crime at England, and then one of his biggest supporters through AHS, was back. Caleb found himself able to smile, a line of true joy crossed his face as he turned toward where the voice from his friend had come.

"Lance! You're back!" Caleb wanted to run up and hug tackle his friend, but he restrained enough to simply walking up toward him. "If you're here, then that means-"

Caleb was cut off due to the fact that a hard metal fist had just punched him in the side. THe punch had landed so brutally that he leaned over on the fist, knowing that he had heard at least two of his ribs crack with that blow. Oddly enough, the fist was covered in a sort of metal that made it warm, burning warm... Caleb's skin began to sizzle and the pain in his side sprung two fold. "Why?" he gasped, attempting to breath through the sharp pain, not even bothering to activate his truth vision, his soul was in too much pain to see Lance's reasons for hitting him.

The only resonse came from Lance's left fist smacking him square in the cheek. If it had been any stronger, Caleb's jaw would have been snapped like a twig, and even still it knocked him onto the ground, on his hands and knees with a burn on the right side of his face. He coughed and blood came up... the first hit from Lance had almost been enough to kill a man... All Caleb wanted to know was why. The betrayl of his best friend hurt him so much that he could care less about fighting... even about surviving. He rose to a kneeling posistion to face a person he did not want to fight. "Why Lance?"

"YOU FIFLTHY TRAITOR! HOW DARE YOU ASK WHY WELL YOU KNOW DAMN WELL!" Lance's voice rose to almost a furious scream, this would be the first time at AHS anyone had ever seen the man this angry. He sent his right fist down to another strike, this one perfectly aimed to turn Caleb's face into a piece of road kill, but Caleb's own hand had caught Lance's fist. It was covered in white flames, meaning that Caleb had empowered his own body via his soul. His burns were gone, and his eyes were lit with a fire like never before. With what looked like little effort, he rose up, repelling Lance's fist the entire time. The eyes of the guardian narrowed, his powers targetting Lance's soul in effort to understand why he was acting like this...

The problem was, Lance was not lying. Nothing in his actions seemed to be evil, in fact part of him was regretting this fight! Yet this also meant that for somee reason, Lance truly thought that Caleb had betrayed them all... He truly believed that Caleb was responsible for a hideous and unforgivable crime. No matter what though, Caleb first had to stop his friend from contiuing with his assult before he could question him. "Explain yourself..."

"Oh, is Eona not important enough anymore?! Let's me jog your memory bastard! You sent Eona to get me, you sent her into a death trap!" Lance pulled his fist back, bringing it behind his cloak and drawing out the three foot meatl extension to his hammer. In a quick movement with power he didn't know he had, Lance unleashed a brutal side swipe attack at the same ribs he had broken before, spinning around and once again facing Caleb. By this time, his left hand had drawn out the hammer, the cursed weapon of Al'Thor. It was time to finish this. "YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS KILLED EONA, AND ARE NOW COMING FOR THE REST OF US! MAYBE THEY WILL WIN, BUT THEY WILL NOT GET HERE FAST ENOUGH TO SAVE YOUR FILTHY HIDE. YOU KILLED EONA, SO I'LL KILL YOU!

With that, the seven foot two inch giant of a man charged down, his warhammer pieces fully connected and prepared to unleash a blow on Caleb's head. This time though, Caleb didn't dodge, he didn't even bother to continue using his power. Tears formed in his eyes, because everything that Lance said was, from the prespective of his soul, absolutely true. His wounds returned, but he remained standing... ready to die for sending Eona to her death. Why hadn't he gone? Why hadn't he been there to help her and Lance? In the end though, he would pay with his own life. Therefore, he would accept Lance's strike... he would accept justice. He closed his eyes one last time, praying to God for forgiveness in a silent manner that he hadn't done nearly enough in his life.

The blow never came. Not even a second before it could be dilvered, Lance's body crumpled, hitting the ground at breakneck speed and causing it him to role onto Caleb's feet. His eyes closed and his hands released the warhammer, but a voice from within spoke... something that sounded entirely nothing like Lance's Scotish accent.

"At nightfall, Justice comes... be weary creations of sin, the devine light has found your shadows and will now burn you from this earth."
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Sam pinched himself although it was a futile effort he knew what he had seen. He dropped his hand to his side and looked at this character.

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“Sam it’s more like you look at the amassed people, it seems that slowly it’s going south but still there are enough students here that it will be a war. Winter there is being rejected by the memorial, guess things are already moving against everyone.”


"Really I guess things are going to get hectic, even though I wish it wouldn't." then a cry let out it wasn't very loud at all but it was audible none the less and Sam's attuned hearing picked it out quite clearly. Sam's eyes moved to the spot in the crowd where he new Caleb to be standing. As Caleb began to speak he noticed from his out of the way perch a rather tall figure was moving through the crowd.

A boy was talking to it and after the brief words the figure continued to move towards the center of the crowd. Then the figure spoke and Sam knew who he was from the description she had given him. Then the crowd in front of him moved and made an opening so he could see what was going on Lance had punched Caleb and taken him down, and was now yelling and the crumpled figured on the ground.

Sam stood up and moved through the opening. He knew there was something deeply wrong with what was going on students didn't usually randomly attack there classmates let alone friends and from he remembered Lance and Caleb were the best of friends.

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"Oh, is Eona not important enough anymore?! Let's me jog your memory bastard! You sent Eona to get me, you sent her into a death trap!"


That yelled statement Hit Sam like a locomotive. He let out a low long howl for the loss of his friend. Tears streamed down his face. By the time finally ran out of breath the large man was lying on the ground and uttering strange words. That were clearly not his own.

Eona is dead this cannot be she was so innocent and pure of heart. His friend from the moment he arrived at the school. They had lived through the most recent attack on the school together. It couldn’t be But deep down Sam new what Lance had said was true. Down to the last word and there was nothing he could say about it. Sam fell to his knees in grief.
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"There she goes! Toroth!"
"Xandir, Keo got away! Where's Silence?!"
"Ah, for wings! Follow! Kounei! Damnit, she's gone!
"Both, to the same place! Go, now! NOW!"

A dragon scaled a tree which bent under his massive weight, launching himself, insubstantial paper banner, into the sky. Another scaled beast, once a 10 year old boy in seeming, galloped through the crowd with all the gentle insistence of an onrushing train. The black fox out stripped them, a mind turned from amusement to pain.

All was falling apart from the beginning.

Lance could not have found a better, or worse time to strike...

Enough.

Tiren's response was interrupted. A flicker of annoyance...you don't underrstand!, followed by the realisation that he did...A heart afraid to hope, looked to another's certainty, and clenched in agony, as if pierced...The words quiet, yet sliced to the soul as surely as a sword.

Poised on the sword's edge...

Winter knew they were the only ones who could save him...but to accept their help, was the surest way to invite their destruction.

At his own hands, at the moment of Morgana's choosing...

Did he dare risk their lives on a might be? Could he allow himself to be the viper at their breast? The Winter who was, would be content to rest in safety. The Winter of now, could not.

Caleb, brother...forgive me....I will go, were not even Teo can find me. I will make sure those I love are safe.

Teo looked up at the man who dwarfed him, focused on Winter, barely hearing. Just another friend of Caleb, gathering like all of them, warning him of some danger, that had them already worried. It seemed nothing new, he paid no mind. The gift, or curse, of the empath, that each tracked to the most powerful emotion. Sense intent should have seen what was coming, before Lance even came through the gates.

But Winter's own weakness caused the first abandonment. The decision made, eased his heart, just enough, that his was not the strongest emotion anymore. Too late.

Too late, Lance's words hit him, at the same time as his intent flooded three minds.

"Hello Caleb, it's been awhile..."

Under Tiren's nose, Winter's gaze hardened, gone sharp, feral. The enemy unleashed and dangerous, exactly as Tiren would remember him. The look of the viper, poised to strike.

No time to warn, wild fury sent bladed tendrils of control hurtling towards Lance's unprotected mind. He would tear it asunder, rip it to non-sentience!

An odd dissolving mist, filled his own, and Winter fought his way free, launching again, unable to sense the mind of the one who opposed him, but knowing who it was...

YOU WOULD AID THE ONE WHO MURDERS HIM, TEO??!!
...Lance is innocent! He believes his words, we must -...
HELP ME THEN, DAMN YOU! USE THE COERCION YOU USE ON ME, ADMIT IT FOR ONCE, AND SAVE CALEB! I CAN'T HOLD HIM, I'LL HAVE TO KILL HIM!!


A moments hesitation was death. Teo, new to the use of a power he loathed, sent befuddlement into a mind beyond reason. It took the two of them to make him crumple. No three...another Teo, was touching the giant as he fell, glowing streamers of energy still flowing from Lance to him, as he breathed heavily... Wings that had sprung around all three, faded...

Unknown to them there were those who had counted on their intervention, gauging their strength, before committing to the kill.

"At nightfall, Justice comes... be weary creations of sin, the devine light has found your shadows and will now burn you from this earth."

All eyes on Caleb, frightened. Silence, broken only by Sameth's howl of sorrow...
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"I've spent too much time hurting people. Even if I got a worst case senario from him, it would not give me a right to take vengeance against him."


Alara's brow knitted in confusion as she tried to piece together what he meant, but something was catching the corner of her eye as she tried to peer over the man's shoulders toward Caleb. What was going on over there, anyway?

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He half chucked at her statement that she didn't care, mostly because he immediately saw through that lie. "And you do care... just in a very wierd manner. So how about you...you seem to have a flow of love and hate going for that man.... If it isn't prying too deep that is...."


The concern in her eyes flew away at once to his words, and her face turned dark crimson, a blush that could have fried an egg if he had only offered one. How dare he! Rogue! Scoundrel! Though...strangely pitiable in spite of his seemingly self-assured swagger. There was something about this Kaz of Progatha that made her feel calm, curious even, completely disregarding his previous statements of harming others and luring her toward questioning him further...Light of Mercy! She would even consider him a friend if she wasn't worried about Caleb's safety.

"Well, I...er...that is..." she stopped trying to get over her embarrassment and scowled. "That is prying, but I suppose I owe you one answer..." Under her breath, she muttered in Greek, "Cryptic and unanswered though yours was." Her face turned back from its normal color to that deep red again, her throat going tight. "I don't love him. I can't...I...Well...I can't hate him either, so don't think that! It's just..."

Curse my tongue! Work! It's just a silly question, and you don't really love Caleb, so why shouldn't you answer him? Is it because that will seal it once and for all? Alara sobered at her own thought, the red in her face fading to white under her soft tan. What will that mean if I say no? And yes?

She sighed as a tear came to her eye. "It's difficult. I can't love him because everyone I love gets lost or killed," she burst out. "Hanta died protecting me, and my mother is worried constantly in spite of her Whin blood...I don't want to harm Caleb even inadvertantly, so I refuse to love him!"

Her face was burning with her shame and tears as she fought to keep a straight face, but that was not meant to be, causing a trembling throe through her breathing as she stood there with her arms folded in front of this stranger. Curse her half-blood! Curse her stupidity! Curse her for living! Tears splashed down her cheeks as she forced her gaze on the man.

"We are alike in a way, Kaz," she whispered. "We would wish to act on our emotions, but we won't for fear of what it would cause...We're right, but we're also wrong if it would cause such pain..."

Shocked, she cut off her words and turned from the man, covering her face. She was a fool, a blatant and unredeemable fool, but the words had seeemd to have an air of truth about them. Was she right, though? Was love like vengeance? Her mind raced, dizzying her with some wavering emotion that she had never experienced before...

Something is happening...

She span, a wide-eyed stare where Caleb stood with his friends gathered around him. "Caleb!" she screamed, racing for the fiasco around the white-haired lad. Heart hammering in her chest, palms sweaty, as she saw the enormous figure with a clear malicious intent. Not again! Don't die like everyone else!
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The dark raven tilted it's head sharply from side to side, taking in the gathering down in the courtyard with obsidian eyes that rarely blinked, as it flew above them, sensing conflict. Turmoil. Danger.
The bird's instinct was to flee, but it was Silence's mind that controlled it, and she saw people she loved there, people who loved her. She saw friends. And her family.
The ebony bird started descending, but her agitation and mindless worry for her family interrupted her concentration, and she started changing form in the middle of the air, before she noticed what was happening. She lost altitude, fear prevented her from thinking clearly and no matter how much she tried, she could not prevent what was happening.
The bird-like cry she emitted turned into a very frightened, very human child's scream as she started falling, air rushing around her head. Wind around her.
Wind that suddenly grabbed ahold of her, and gently eased her down to the ground; she tumbled into a little confused heap, not quite understanding yet what had saved her, until Cyra returned to her own form again and looked worriedly on the little girl whose fall she had just stopped.
Silence responded to the look by immediately getting up, and running into the arms of her aunt, hugging Cyra fiercely and gratefully. The little girl's body was shivering in the neko's arms.
Then she freed herself and turned to survey the scene with holded breath, searching desperately for Winter's familiar features. People were shouting, and that feeling of menace was still in the air, and she was starting to get dangerously dizzy ... so many emotions, so strong ... she couldn't block it out; couldn't protect herself ... oh no, this weren't going very well ...

Abruptly her mind was free of the muddled mess of emotions; someone had erected a mental shield on her. Whether it was Winter, Caleb, Teo or even someone else, she was not sure, but she was eternally grateful for whoever it was ...

"At nightfall, Justice comes... be weary creations of sin, the devine light has found your shadows and will now burn you from this earth."

Divine light? She was not sure whether the words had been spoken aloud, or whether she had received them telepathically, but they confused her. Was that God's voice? Teo had always taught her that there was indeed a God, and that He loved his children; why would the Lord want to burn them away? Had she done something wrong?

"But don't you love us ...?" The quiet words slipped over her lips, as she looked up into the sky, almost expecting to see a host of angels there.
She stepped back, reaching out for someone to hold her, hug her; she suddenly felt scared.

God?
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(All this confusion and apparently gossip and panic. Jake wasn't sure what to make of it all. He had heard about the problem of Teo and Winter and Morganna, for instance, but...having never even been a part of that, he only knew a few details about it, stuff he hears on the grapevines. Basically, the reason Jake never knew Winter that well was entirely due to the fact that he had not been into the problem of Morganna in the first place. He'd been somewhere else at the time... And now that this trouble seemed to be reering its ugly head again, Jake worried about those two. Hell, those three. Meanwhile, Caleb has had "Enough" and was now organizing things with a little more care. Now that was the fella he trained. No way would he let some phantom threats get to him and cause total chaos. At least, not until the threat didn't become so phantom...)

"Hello Caleb, it's been awhile..."

(That thick Scottish accent... He didn't know the guy, but there was something about him that seemed familiar for some reason. The thought was just out of reach, and then... And then... Jake's eyes widened all of a sudden as it came back to him in a flash. His mind was lost for a moment as he realized that that was the guy he'd scanned only a few moments ago. The headache and the pain that Cyra called him back from belonged to HIM, and as Jake regained his senses, he saw that he and Caleb were in a fight now. Dammit... They'd killed someone he loved and it looked like it had something to do with Caleb. That Scot was shouting at him now...)

"YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS KILLED EONA, AND ARE NOW COMING FOR THE REST OF US! MAYBE THEY WILL WIN, BUT THEY WILL NOT GET HERE FAST ENOUGH TO SAVE YOUR FILTHY HIDE. YOU KILLED EONA, SO I'LL KILL YOU!"

Jake: What are you talking about...? BASTARD!!! Nobody talks about my student like that, you asshole! I haven't done all that much good for this world, but what I HAVE made better STAYS that way!

(Slow-motion action now. Jake was moving, his body thrown forward by the power of his own velocity, to take down this mad Scot with a punch that could knock an elephant over. Lance was prepared to deliver a terrible blow to Caleb, and...Caleb wasn't even moving. What the hell was this? Did Caleb see what he saw? And did he believe it, impossible though it was?! Oh, come on! Jake's punch was about to land itself on the back of Lance's skull. He'd be hospitalized for sure, but he wouldn't kill him with just that. Then...he collapsed!)

Jake: Wah? OOF!!

(Jake loses balance and falls right over Lance, missing Caleb by inches. What was going on? Lance looked...dead? No, that couldn't be! He didn't touch him! NOBODY touched him! Then, eeriely enough, a voice that wasn't the Scots' came out and delivered a message...)

"At nightfall, Justice comes... Be wary creations of sin, the divine light has found your shadows and will now burn you from this Earth."

(Silence, and then a howl of sorrow from Sameth. He must have known Eona. And now, whoever this guy was, he too was dead. This was becoming most unacceptable. Jake stood up, and all the air around him became that much more dense in an unseen feeling of dark and dreaded furry. A storm was approaching...)

Jake: What...is this?

(His eyes were intense, focused, and angered - as if all his funny facades and actions were just that. Behind Jake's better demeanor, there was a much more complicated person, and this person was now pissed. He spat out those words with such piercing force that anyone capable of answering - which was nobody currently present - would blurt out the answer for fear of displeasing him. When you were half-demon and representing some rather furious elements, this was how you tended to be when riled.)

Jake: Someone manipulated him. It's all very clear now. He was tricked by those murdering bastards... Cunning like thieves who try and steal the heart.

(He turned to Caleb.)

Jake: Caleb, it's started! Don't give in! It's none of your fault! They used him! They... They...

(It was gone. GOD DAMMIT! Jake smacked his forehead in anger. It was gone! He'd had it and it was gone. The whole thing! He'd snagged the whole ordeal from Lance's mind and it was GONE!! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! Jake opened his eyes again. This wasn't over. He'd seen the way they worked now. He saw the pattern. Those lowly creatures... Those filthy vermin... They weren't about justice. They were nothing but a lousy bunch of cutthroats...)

Jake: And I will kill them all...
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Unfortunate enough his focus on the parade in front of him distracted him from what he originally had even set out into the courtyard to do. While he stared at Winter literally on swords edge a large student approached from another direction. Caleb was unguarded surrounded by so called friends and allies as he yelled out to regain some semblance of order. Caleb played the hero, he was exactly what he preached as he told Winter to stop, told him that death wasn’t the answer and not to abandon his friends. It made Brian feel guilty, for no particular subject but his overall handling of things.

Two new additions, and two new people to the group amassed, at the very least. Now they were moving, and mulling about the crowd. He glanced back to Sam now remembering Caleb’s piercing comment telling him to stand down from guarding him from his friends. Brian was worried but was unable to do anything rendered useless though he valued his friend greatly.

It was Sam’s eyes that told him something had changed suddenly. Brian’s head spun in the direction of Caleb. The largest man now in the group, a new arrival did exactly what Brian feared the most happening. Caleb was struck, the pounding of his own heart responding in fear drowned out the man’s lunatic ravings. Brian grasped his spear he was going to kill this man, indiscriminately, the bastard went too far.

He was up however it was his own intent now that stopped him from proceeding. The memorial ejected him unceremoniously onto his face. Feet away from his goal as the giant of the man unleashed a weapon for all to see.

“Stop! Bastard! Not Caleb!”

Brian couldn’t watch longer he failed again Caleb was going to be gone and all Brian could do about it was bury his face in the dirt. Sam’s howl did nothing to help Brian felt the pain in that howl, a loss he could only guess who was lost. Caleb his friend, so soon after he had finally broken though finally reached some sort of understanding. Now Caleb must be lost.

A storm raged though it did little to Brian’s own mind just muffled things from his hearing. Frustrated with his own shortcomings he missed it all, the words of judgment coming from the fallen form. Caleb’s survival from the attack, and from the lack of knowledge. Brian couldn’t bring himself to get up from the ground; he had reached his threshold again. He couldn't take this kind of loss again.
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Imao and Kino were both shocked when Lance attacked Caleb, Kuron was just pissed, he wasn’t suprised that a guy would attack another out of the blue. To him, the male part of the race was evil to the bone anyway.

"At nightfall, Justice comes... be weary creations of sin, the devine light has found your shadows and will now burn you from this earth."

Lance’s words struck Imao like daggers, why were they so full of malice toward them all. His head began to hurt very badly, “K-Kino... my heart understands his words clearly, but my mind can not conceive it at all.” He held his head with his right hand and bit his lip.

“Imao... be strong...” Kuron said, “We’ll just have to be carefull at nightfall, right? That’s pretty easy, we’ll have the dark of night to our advantage since we know the school grounds so well.” He smirked and smacked his dumb-struck brother on the head, “Snap out of it, Dunce, it’s not that weird that people hate us.” Kino sighed and looked at his brother sadly, then looked back at imao, who was staring intently at Lance, still wondering the meaning of his words and why they hit it so strongly.
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Keitaro's brows furrowed as bewilderment swept over him. He had waited a few moments for his friend to reply to his whispered question, but the bespectacled boy standing beside him seemed to be caught in his own world.

Keitaro tapped his feet, gazing absently at a few of the people around him. Blurs of their shapes and colors lay unfocused in front of his eyes. After a while, he shifted his head towards the forest, hoping beyond hope that Alter would forgive him for being late to one of their sparring matches. Kei wore a grim expression. He doubted Alter would let him get out of it without a few more bruises than he would like.

His thoughts were interrupted when a voice coated with a heavy Scottish accent met his ears. "Lad, a lot of stuff is going on... " Keitaro turned to look at the voice's owner and did a double take as his eyes loomed over a towering giant of at least seven feet. "but you'll be safe from the main threat soon, I promise. Just stick near Teo and near the memorial, they will protect you from harm."

It took Keitaro a moment to process the words he was hearing. The main threat... I sense a lot of hurtful intent here, but how would Teo play into all of this? The giant had said to stay close to Teo and that he would protect Kei, but what could such a calm, peaceful, friendly, kind-hearted person like Teo possibly have to do with an incensed group of people such as these?

"Just stay back okay? Stay safe kid, I promise It'll be over soon. Teo, you stay out of this too... I don't know you that well, but someone I knew treasured you far too much for me to allow you to be hurt." He heard the giant say. Keitaro's mind drifted away again as confusion and anguish filtered through his head. What malevolent being could have the cruelty, the nerve, the lack of conscience to bring harm to such a good person?

The thought that his friend Teo had enemies was simply unfathomable. Before Keitaro could say anything, he flinched as the giant swept past him and attacked one of the guys on the other side of the group. Now shocked mingled in with his fear and doubt.

What is going on here...?
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"My my Judha, you broke from tradition..."

Somehow, the rooftop floor and the air around seemed to chill when she spoke. It was not as if she could actually make the air cold, but her precense, her voice... it was so nerve racking that Judha's spine wanted to break out into spasms. At least she had released her soft grip over his neck, but he knew what her touch meant... vile little slut was digging through his mind and soul again. Of course, stripping him of memories didn't do anything but annoy him now; for Judha already knew that he truly was incomplete to begin with.

"Not like it matters. The mental stress from that spell normally kills the target it was cast on in less than a week, and he won't have time to recover thanks to the addition stress of travel and the attacks from those bastard children...." Judha's tone rose to open anger as he ended his statement. This caused La'Roe to giggle in almost a school girl manner, a sweet innocent sound that was completely betrayed by the look in her eyes.

"Oh come on... they aren't really children you know, there barely younger than you and I are..." She was toying with him again, trying to break him down like a tidal wave upon a crumbling damn- to what purpose no one knew. Perhaps she would present him as a traitor to their master; gaining rank over his demise... perhaps she would once again speak with poor innocent Ariel about what a pyscho her brother was... at this point Judha couldn't care.

"I was promised that this world would be different, but so far I see nothing but the same clique justification for child murder." Judha finally stood up to leave, but before he did... he knew that La'Roe did not come to speak with others unless there was a reason. Normally, the reason equated to an order. "Why did you come up here anyway? Shouldn't you be helping Crailin dig through the dead girl's memories or something?"

"Aaron sent me up here to collect you for the debriefing."

"The debriefing was supposed to happen at sunrise-"

"And it did. I knew that you wouldn't wan to be distracted from you pet, so I hung around the more popular parts of town until the afternoon, getting myself I nice little collection of-"

"Shut up witch. I know what you do to people to gain your powers, the details are unnecessary. I'll go down and get the rest of the briefing from Aaron myself, not from some slut with a massacistic obbsession thank you." Judha's words were pure venom as he walked back into the floors of the building, leaving La'Roe to herself if only for a moment. Another figure, cloaked completely in robes of grey walked out onto the roof, his unseen nose sniffing the air.

"I love a good rain before nightfall... clears the sinuses and the mind." His voice was grave and raspy at best, causing La'Roe's smile to only broaden. She knew what the Mage of Storms was capable of, she knew the meaning when he smelt a storm on the horizon. It meant that there was someone else in this world with his power, someone else with the destructive abilities of a god... The thoughts of ensuing battle brought La'Roe the deepest pleasure.

In the meantime, Kartz had not walked out into the daylight for pleasure. Nay, he had heard the winds; and he wanted to speak to their users. He lifted a hand into the sky and instantly silenced the forming storm, sending a wave of wind toward the high school that would whisper to those who could listen: Storms too must wait for battle, thunder's trumpet and lightning's gaze are best met by darkness...

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Something beyond rage boiled in his blood, in his soul and spirit alike. This was different how a human, or even a demon soul would get angry. This kind of anger, although he nor anyone around him could have known about it, was specific to his race, a reserved right of holy fury that could bring forth the fear of almost anyone who knew about it. Was Caleb strong enough to have that rage running in his blood? Based off the fact that his power levels were increasing, launching up like a mountain every second... it would be safe to assume that he could. However, the real question came to this: could he contain it?

Caleb prided himself on being slow to anger, and in fact often used inducing anger as a tool to weaken his opponents. The only time he had ever gotten like this ever before was in Washington, when he Teo and a select few others had discovered the preverted incarnation of Christopher created by Scythexious. Caleb's rage had burned bright that day, his fire clashed against the fires of his brother and caused the destruction of the entire National Cathedral. Efforts to rebuild it had been made, but rebuilding an entire Cathedral was a long and lengthy process, especially when trying to unhash the secrets that had long been buried within it.

Now though, he could contain this rage... if for nothing less the sheer sake of the people he cared about. For now, the fires of his soul would remain within the body, helping to cause an adreleine rush that would hopefully bypass some of the pain. But the real pain was mental, the real pain was the realization that his best friend was now in his arms and dying slowly thanks to someone else's idea of delivering a threat. Caleb had never taken well to threats, and now was no exception. He would try to connect with Lance once the fires in him calmed, but for now... he could find nothing to finish that statement with.

We need to stand up, we need to tell them that we aren't going to sit here and take this! Lance isn't going to get any better by sitting there and crying over him! Caleb's regular conscience spoke up, more or less giving him the regular path he would take as a friend, student and guardian to those around him. However, a very different voice rang off inside him, one that while familiar, brought back a lot of back memories...

Rise and strike down our enemies before they harm anyone else... show them what true justice is so that they may shiver during death; knowing that the gates of heaven are closed to them...

Seraph. When Caleb's soul had been severed, the remaining amount collected itself into a tough as nails holy warrior who served a colder brand of justice. Those pieces of him... they had the potential to do terrible things, like destroying lives out of self righteousness. When his adopted family had gone in and restored his soul, Caleb thought that Seraph's voice would no longer be heard... but here it was, sweet temptation of the most righteous justice, echoing through his mind once again.

"Caleb, it's started! Don't give in! It's none of your fault! They used him! They... They...


He didn't hear the rest, mainly because his conscience was coming to some sort of agreement with the righteousness inside him. Help Lance now, the fools who did this will be here soon enough... we need to recover anyway. We'll face them full throttle, tonight... Unison at last.

Caleb rose, heaving Lance's body up almost like a rag doll onto his shoulder. It look like he had achieved the impossible, carrying a man with almost a full foot on him like he was no more than a sack of potatoes, and his scars still hadn't healed. His bruises burns and broken ribs were only silenced by the building anger, the aura of white fire that he now was simply waiting to unleash.

"They'll be here soon enough, and we still have time to prepare and save Lance. They started this war... but we will end it here when they arrive." Caleb's tone matched the icy steel levels he had been known for while his soul had been severed. Right now, even bruised and battered... this was probably the one person that you did not want to toy with.

"I just wish we knew more about them before they get here... give us a slight edge..." He muttered in a far more regular tone, one to affirm to those standing around him that he hadn't lost his mind, only his temper...
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"Master Reign, do you require something? Some tea perhaps?" A soft voice rang off in the background of the catacombed library beneath Sanctuary. This library actually composed of the main chunk of the floating island, aside from the huge golden temple and ivory courtyard that lay atop it. Reign personally loved the library, but right now the pile of books surrounding him and the desk that he was at left him feeling rather encaged. Somehow, nothing in this library was dusty at all, but a tome, or rather several stacks of them, could easily make you feel buried in information.

Reign looked up at the man standing in front of him with a feint smile, the kind of supportive encouragement given from an onlooker. Reign knew that smile all too well, it was normally the one he was giving to Ixiar. This man wasn't exactly tall, but he was still muscular, and still very much youthful. Ixiar had brought him and one other here to protect them, to hide them for the fact that they were not truly the family of an AHS student known as Eona Siri. This was in fact her step father, with her real father being none other than the actual Odin Ravenguard; High Guardian of the Avian Race.

"A cup of the green tea that you make would be simply fantastic." Reign stated with a look mixed in weariness and bravado from his research. It wasn't that he was actually tired, nay, vampires rarely grew so... it was just that he had found none of the answers he was looking for. Not only was he digging through Tomes, he was looking through ones of Prophecy. Avian Prophecy was an odd mixture of poetry, hymm, and song... mixed an mingled across several different languages. Luckily, Reign had spent the earth equivelent of several years in this library, learning most of the languages that he was now trying to decipher.

"Ah, I was worried that you might require more blood sir. You've gone several days without any-"

"And I can go several more." Reign immediately looked down into the depths of the tome that was currently spread before him, feeling guilty for even mentioning his vile dependancy in front of the mortal who shared the donations with Ixiar. At first, Reign had rejected both of them until he clapsed due to fatigue. He awoke to Ixiar lecturing him on and on about being stupid and how he should consider that caring for himself meant taking care of his body's needs. Ixiar went on to tell him that the needs of his body were no longer evil based, and to just move on and accept it as an attribute of life. Reign did so, but he only drank when necessary... and had thus far gone almost two weeks without taking a drop into his system. However, his body hadn't started complaining yet.

"Alright, but at least except these then..." Eona's step father approached Reign's desk and left something that looked oddly like a small black glasses case ontop of the tome Reign had been reading. Reign looked up at the case and opened it. What he found caused his jaw to drop and his hands to tremble.

"Now before you go on rejecting that... It was a gift from the original Master Odin to me, a keepsake for taking over his role in the family. I suppose someday these should go to Eona, but in the meantime they will be far more useful to you."

"Odin... left notes about these. I read some of his journals concerning their creation and use. These are the Eyes of Faith, are they not?" Reign removed the golden rimmed oval shapped spectecals from the case, moving them about in the light as if they were a large diamond. "I thought these were lost in the Battle for Centerfold..."

"He left them with me during his last visit in order to say goodbye to Eona and her mother. Said that they were darn useful, and someone as smart as myself would eventually figure out their use."

"They show exactly what you need to know in order to carry on, enhancing the view yet not taking away from the leaps of faith we must make." Reign finally met the other man's eyes and gave an honest smile. "I could never reject a gift so wonderful and necessary for the current situation. Thank you my friend, these should speed up my research time nicely..." Reign opened up each of the ear supports and mounted the glasses on his face. They made him feel older, more dignified and knowledgable... but more importantly, the text that he needed to read and understand was now glowing with a golden light that seemed to be spelling itslef out for him. At long last, Reign was making progress into the mysterious of this situation.
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Kaz felt he now knew the pain of watching a drama unfold in front of his very eyes. What was the earth referance to this? Opening a can of soap opera? Or was it a box of worms? Although it certainly was ackward, Kaz found himself listening to every detail... if for nothing else, details and exact quotes from people often came in handy. He doubted he would be blackmailing Alara anytime soon, but any exacped prisoner knows that everything has a use... even if it was High school drama.

"Let me get this straight, you refuse to express feelings that you obviously have for someone because you think there is some sort of curse over your head? What manga did you pop out of anyway? You lost someone you care about. While that's sad, its nothing to get stuck on... you can't live your entire life as a loner just because something horrible happened in your past. You are still alive, are you not?" Kaz's tone was a wierd mix of compassion and flat out jealeousy. He did feel bad for Alara, and he did know what it felt like... but in the meantime.... Kaz would never be able to live like these people again. His first life had been battles to fend off great evil, his second life had been battles to impose it, and this life? This life was apparently dedicated to putting together the pieces of both and hoping that someone decided to let you have another go at things. Kaz had never known a phsyical or heartfelt relationship in over two thousand years of being a mixture of alive and dead, and he was quite certain that in his life so long ago he had the same problem.

Then it happened, a fight between the huge creature who had entered the courtyard and the man he was intending on talking to. This was bad in two factors: 1) the possible death of the only person that he had heard of who might be able to sort him out, and 2) Alara was running straight toward them. Kaz muttered a rather vile word under his breath and made chase toward the figure of Alara in order to prevent her from doing something terribly stupid. He caught her in only a few short seconds, stopping her just after she shouted Caleb's name. He caught her with his human arm, grabbing her left one and stopping her mid step.

"Don't, don't get yourself killed needlessly. He'll survive, wait and see..."

The fight played out in front of them, it was rather short lived and left the giant on the ground looking as though God's invisble hand had reached down and killed him. But then the body muttered words that struck cause like a load of bricks... At nightfall, justice comes... He did not need to hear the rest of it. Back several millenia ago, it was the same style of message that the original enemies of his people would leave. The last breath of the messanger would always be the message... that was the vow of the White Hand. In his shock, he realeased Alara, hoping that he hadn't gripped her too hard in order to stop her from rushing inbetween the two men who had been fighting like bulls.

"My God... it can't be... they stopped doing that because of Progatha..." He muttered in a tone so low that only Alara would hear. Shock was the only way to discribe his current face that was mixed between a scrowl and raised eyebrows. He heard Caleb's voice again, and his wish for information. This was it, the perfect time to make a trade, the perfect time to make amends and hopefully find a light within.

Kaz walked forward, slowly, aware that most of the students around Caleb were now going to look at any new approaches in a bad sort of light. "Caleb Prometheus..." He managed to state in a voice more confident than he felt right now, "I know who it is that has come for you... has come for us."
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"I just wish we knew more about them before they get here... give us a slight edge..."


"Not to interrupt, but you could always play a card they didn't know about. So long as you fill me in, I'd more than likely be happy to help you people out. Having someone who's body is one of the most useful and flexible weapons in existance could prove useful to you . . . "

The voice belonged to a somewhat tall man clad in a rather simple, black attire consisting of a tanktop, jeans, and steeltoe military boots dating back to the Vietnam era. Black hair reached down to the shoulders of a well-built frame, and one which had evidentally seen plenty of fighting in the recent past. A total of six circular scars approximately an inch and a half in diameter adorned the man's arms, three to each arm (divided amongst the upper arm, forearm, and the palm of each hand). Several dozen smaller scars covered his arms and face as well, these most likely a result of shrapnel from some sort of explosion as there was no particular rhyme or reason to their placement. These were only a fraction of the marks left from his wounds, but they were the only ones visible at the time. His calm voice had only a slight hint sincerity to it, and his icy blue eyes briefly analyzed each person in front of him in turn. These were only physical signs of his past experiences, the emotional ones were so laden with guilt and sadness that any empaths unfortunate enough to be in the area might be at risk of being overwhelmed by the feelings.

One person amongst the group gathered in the courtyard might recognize him, despite the numerous changes in his phsyical appearance that had happened since he left the school. He himself was almost instantly recognized by the new arrival, however. "I see you're in another mess, Teo. I wonder why you're such a magnet for trouble, with my track record I think I'd be involved in more of it than you . . . "
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(Without Caleb even knowing, Jake had caught his mental intention of Caleb's action right when when he began to pick Lance up. Score one for Jake on being able to pick up any slack that came his way. If it was his intention to fight, then fight they shall and he was gonna go get the ball rolloing on that. Jake took to levitating a few feet above the ground - by way of using the wind to elevate him - and began to talk in a serious and commanding voice, which was unlike him, but he was suddenly in the mood for the blood of his enemies, so don't ask questions. Just do it!)

Jake: Alright, everybody! Someone's planning to hit us at nightfall, probably a whole bunch of someones. I want any and all psychics to keep their minds friggin' open for anything out of the ordianry. That means you too, Teo! If you've got hightened senses, use 'em. I want the grounds and all the shadows watched. Anyone who's a fighter, get ready, but be sure about what you're attacking when you attack it. These are real cutthroat bastards and I don't want them getting by us!

(He looked up, and the clouds responded...fitfully.)

Jake: I'll take the sky on my own. Anything that passes through there is gonna have to get by me, and they won't get past unless I want them past.

(He returned to the ground, his mind here in his body and out there on the wind. Everywhere and here. That's what he'd done to himself. During his commands, he had not heard Caleb speak, because he was busy trying to organize people. However, he did catch sight of someone unfamiliar approaching, and passing him straight over to Caleb. This made Jake very suspicious. And, as Kaz spoke...)

"Caleb Prometheus... I know who it is that has come for you... has come for us."

Jake: Then speak it, pal. We've gotta be ready for it, whatever it is, and any info you can give will help. If they wanna kill us, they'll have a hard time doing it, but if you have something useful, are chances get that much better.

(...Jake was standing behind him, imposing as hell and very deadly serious. The half-demon was being very careful with this. Too much had gone wrong already. And then, without warning, he felt it. It was slight, yet definitely there. It was a voice, a voice on the winds. Someone was talking on the plain of elementals, to those who understood the wind and the elements It said...)

Storms too must wait for battle, thunder's trumpet and lightning's gaze are best met by darkness...

Jake: What? Who said that? What's that suppose to MEAN?

(He let out a wave of wind, gentle yet as potent as radar. It intermingled with his own psychic abilities, attempting to get a bead on who sent those words. If he was anywhere in the area, or even within eyeshot of his storm...it was possible to find him.)
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Damien was still slightly bemused by his gruff dismisall by Kaz and he wandered away from the gathering a bit to think things over. He didn't exactly know why he had bee turned away. The questions had been valid, respectfull and not too probing into the man's social life. He didn't know what he had done wrong but he resolved to appologize to the man later. After all, it's hard to research someone who doesn't like you.

With these thoughts going through his head he began walking aimlessly back toward the gathered students when a clear commanding voice rang out over the crowd.

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Jake: Alright, everybody! Someone's planning to hit us at nightfall, probably a whole bunch of someones. I want any and all psychics to keep their minds friggin' open for anything out of the ordianry. That means you too, Teo! If you've got hightened senses, use 'em. I want the grounds and all the shadows watched. Anyone who's a fighter, get ready, but be sure about what you're attacking when you attack it. These are real cutthroat bastards and I don't want them getting by us!


Damien noticed the rather imposing man standing off to the side and giving instructions. He normally didn't listen well to people, but there was something that made him want to follow him. He walked over to the man and presented himself boldly. "Excuse me but you appear to be the best organized here. Can you tell me where I should go for student healing. I am fairly proficient and I can also fight if nessesary. I was just hoping you might be able to direct me to the best place to stand. I can also sense the nature of certain enemies if that is helpfull."

Damien couldn't believe his luck, he hadn't even been at this school for more than a few months and he already had been presented an opportunity to use his abilities in the manner his grandfather had commanded him to.
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Sam hadn't fully pulled himself together he was still kneeling on the ground with tears of sorrow running down him face. it wasn't until he heard a very commanding voice above head did he stand up and look at the figure who had taken up command of their small army.

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Very well I shall be alert to avenge my dear friend Eona, I promise I will not fall in battle till I meet the person who slayed her Sam was speaking in ernest his blood boiled he could hear every thing around the sound of the wind the rustle of the bushes. He was ready for a fight and this time there was no running away.

Sam could tell he was beginning to change into a wolf but only due to his heightened anger his ears elongated and his cuspids lengthened, his hand became more hairy. But he didn't transform completely he was still human

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Neola had just arrived at the school she hadn't even dropped he bags in her room let alone started filling out paper work she had started her way up to the front doors when she herd the last echo of a howl, and looking in the direction of where it came from she saw a rather large group of people. As she made her way over the she saw one of the tallest people in the group disappear she was too short to see he had just collapsed.

She walked swiftly towards the group her cloak billowing in the wind behind her. As Neola reached the group a man seemingly flying called to all gathered and she looked up watching his face, he was not lying she saw it in his eyes. Wow this is strange the first thing I do when I get here is prepare for battle but I am not ready to fight not until I find her she moved over to the person called Teo that the floating person had spoken to and decided to ask him, “Excused me I ma Neola Widerfist, I am looking for a person named Eona Siri do know by any chance where I can find her.” She put one fist inside the other and bowed deeply.

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Sam had seen her, a girl with blond hair a little taller than he remembered her but I was her he could tell he followed her to her destination he heard her speak to Teo. Asking where she could find Eona, His first thought was that she was Eona only dressed a little differently than normal.

Only after looking closer he noticed her hair was a lighter color than her friends and she really was taller. He waited for Teo to give a response before he jumped in to tell her that his best friend was dead because Teo always seemed kind he would deliver the answer much more softly than he could. So he waited.
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"Excuse me but you appear to be the best organized here. Can you tell me where I should go for student healing. I am fairly proficient and I can also fight if necessary. I was just hoping you might be able to direct me to the best place to stand. I can also sense the nature of certain enemies if that is helpful."

(His attention to the wind was suddenly diverted by someone talking. With voices being heard both inside and out of his head, Jake was confused for a few seconds until he looked around him and saw Damien speaking to him. He hadn't even taken much notice of who was in the group just yet. But now that he'd taken some measure of authority, he had to take the responsibility too.)

Jake: Understand, I'm just doing the Drill Sergeant bit, setting it up for him so we're ready when the time comes.

(He was referring to Caleb, naturally. He didn't know if the guy was any good at being a leader, but he was center in all this, so they were gonna find out.)

Jake: In any case, a well-rounded guy like yourself should probably be closer to the fighters, rather than the greater healers. That way, you're in the thick of it, ready to throw off the bad guys and heal your comrades.

(Jake's words were definitely having an effect here, which was good. Thing is, he saw, as Sam saw, that a girl who resembled Eona had arrived on the scene, although it was apparent that it was not the same person. Jake only knew of Eona from the vision, nothing more. The girl - name of Neola Widerfist - was asking about Eona to Teo. Jake didn't want to interfere. It would be inappropriate to do so. He felt that, at least.
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Winter only then turned and looked on, with the furious glare that meant he was hiding grief. Tiren and Excalibur forgotten, in the enormity of what he had done. He. like the other empaths, could feel death approaching. His flight this time, had a destination. No sooner disappeared from Tiren's and Falcon's path, than in Caleb's, blocking his way, looking up at him, his eyes wild, already convinced that whatever befell them, his presence would only make it worse.

"Mine the fault, if he dies! I told you, and you bear the proof in your own arms! Save me, and risk them? If anyone is a creation of sin - " At a loss for more words, even foul ones, his hard radiating emotion left little doubt what he thought of that idiocy.

And yet, without even thinking, he had laid his hands upon his victim, unlucky messenger of foe still unknown. It would not be a pleasant experience, and Caleb would catch the full edge of it, in need himself. Hard, cold and sharp as a scalpel, harsh, astringent and bitter as nasty medicine, its effect the same.

Teo was confused. Kounei was not. 221 years old, he had seen the worst a corrupted heart could hold, and had spent most of that time, loving and trying to heal it, despite everything. Had come here to this place, still trying. Could see easily, the difference in Winter's truest heart.

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~~~I too. I cannot return what I took, but this energy has no better purpose~~~


Teo wasted no more time, but with an apologetic glance, extricated himself from a growing puzzled crowd of people aching for answers, most of which he did not have, others he refused to believe. He hated the word triage...but something within him, was glad, that there was something so pressing, that he could block out everything else

"YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS KILLED EONA, AND ARE NOW COMING FOR THE REST OF US! ...YOU KILLED EONA, SO I'LL KILL YOU!

The words revolved around a mind that would not let them in. His troubled gaze lit upon one unfamilar, yet so alike to the girl who filled his troubled heart...Eona...why Eona? He would not believe, he would not speak his fear. He shook his head. Neola was only another, that he had no help for.

The legendary helper, the hero of the school, some said. And he had nothing now, for any of them. Not even the one who still lay stunned, ejected from the memorial, by his own power, partly...he had felt it as it happened, and yet, had had no word to him....

...Brian! Brian, if you can hear me...know, that I am sorry...and that I know that that is not enough...

He went to Caleb, and Lance. He did not heal, but connected with them, effortless, sending strength, and power's increase. For the first time, soul connection brought no joy, but only the sense of need, that might not be fulfilled. Death was so close, and he knew he was not Death's master.
...Winter, tell me he was controlled...
Feh, maybe you are better slack-jawed than stupid - "
...Then...the words he spoke...
~~~May yet not be true. May your Lord and mine, grant it so.~~~


Kounei's words bolstered a hope faltering. That wings surrounded him did not surprise him...Teo had seen this in dreams so many times. feeling the press of others' touch around him. Caleb and Lance would feel his strengthening as well, as he felt the others' healing power engage against something so deadly, it made him faint. He didn't hear Kaz, he barely heard Jake, he didn't see Seth. It mattered not in the slightest, that the man they labored over was a stranger to them. He was their world.

Kounei alone, seemed unaware of wings...
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Alara's face turned crimson as she realized she had been unceremoniously halted by a hand on her wrist. Turning sharply, she saw the imposing figure of Kaz gripping her arm and keeping her from reaching Caleb's side.

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Her face twisted in a snarl as she glared defiantly at the man. How dare he?! She could handle herself more than well enough...The giant's halted attack on Caleb made her pride drop to her shoes so to speak. Of course Kaz had been right...The white-haired imp didn't need her to come to his rescue with such friends, and she felt the pangs in her heart halt her breath. What was she worth if she couldn't even lift a finger to help someone? The destitute situation was enough to wrench angry tears from her eyes as she turned her gaze from Kaz and continued to watch the scene unfold.

The giant was saying something from the ground, but with the blood rushing angrily through her ears, the words were lost and obscured...But they meant something to someone. Her incidental acquaintance seemed troubled by whatever was happening over there, and curiosity began to dim out the anger she was feeling at herself.

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"My God... it can't be... they stopped doing that because of Progatha..." He muttered in a tone so low that only Alara would hear.


"Progatha...You spoke of that before...Hey! Where are you going?"

He had left her side to stride over to Caleb, his movements quick and sure enough to satisfy any Whin instructor in the art of dancing. Who was this man for real? Alara found everything she had heard from him incredulous to say the least, and yet, she believed him somehow. Did she sympathize with him? Definitely, but why?

She shook free the thought as he called out to Caleb.

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"Caleb Prometheus..." He managed to state in a voice more confident than he felt right now, "I know who it is that has come for you... has come for us."


"Come for..." she whispered. For the first time, she felt the true weight of the situation, staring at the stranger and Caleb with wide, blue-green eyes that tried to take in every detail and make sense of it all. Trouble was all she could read, and that proved to do little for her nerves, reducing her to a trembling mass as she continued to stare. "Progatha..."
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Shock settled and the brief reliving of Caleb’s foreseen death as Brian breathed in though filters of grass. Brian honestly didn’t know what to do now, not only had he lost his friend, but he’d failed in the very thing he set out to do. It was inconceivable for him to collate in his mind the trauma that he put on himself in the last few moments.

Finally though, he felt like enough was enough, he’d lost friends a lot closer than he had been able to know Caleb for. His word meant nothing as he had no physical means of keeping it, and thus it had no meaning to begin with. He should have known that, and it felt familiar but he relearned it the hard way just now.

He decided it was a good time to get his face out of the dirt, as he rolled over and the loose dirt fell from his face he vaguely heard someone talking about how the coming battle would go. It seemed like a good idea for the students to get organized about this. Be serious for once instead of lashing out when the threat came to their doorstep. He thought about jumping up throwing in his lot with whoever was leading them with Caleb fallen.

Instead his eyes locked on the sky above, never had he seen so much excess magic flailing about. One worked from the distance another in the vicinity. Brian felt like he could turn his head and see the source so near to him. The battle in the sky made him memorized, the intricacies of it, it’s movements, fluid motions, and counterpoints. Like the two titans of this storms magic were battling for dominion.

He was cracked from his traced state by an invading voice; a voice of influence brushed though his mind. His eyes clasped shut as his mind received the message like a command. Pathways once dormant were slowly reopening as the re-networked part of his mind crossed command spells from his previous master.

...Brian! Brian, if you can hear me...know, that I am sorry...and that I know that that is not enough...

The bastard now invading his thoughts with his telepathy, where was that the last time he’d been in such mental anguish. Teo’s message picked up spores of intent, feeling, and memories and started its journey back. Like Brian’s mind was predisposed to do, Teo had accessed it and now it was going to give a detailed report of just what Brian thought of Teo.

The feelings of jealousy over his selective help, the hatred Brian had for Teo being able to have such a loving family, a net of support, and followers and fans who flocked to him at every moment. Brian wanted all of that and knew he couldn’t have it, so he loathed Teo for it. The dark message was wrapped now and speed back by the rejection Brian had for Teo invading his mind.

He finally twisted his head away from the storm of magic above; the group was a distance away. Still he could make out plain as day that the scene that he had played out for Caleb had been wrong, Caleb was okay, in fact he was holding the body of the large man. He was carrying him like he was nearly nothing as Teo went to try and tend to the man. Right now however he couldn’t seem to add to the past hate he just had experienced for the world famous Teo.

People seemed to be changing rapidly, even the boy Sam had changed physically drastically. Now rage seemed to be the mood of the mob. Swears of revenge, fighting and abilitys were being traded left and right. Except to those who had the pleasure of being the eye of the storm, calm and making plans, or tending to the large man. Three more people joined them that Brian could tell; he didn’t see the whole group anymore its ranks had swollen while Brian had ignored the world. Still he’d learned his word meant nothing Caleb had better people protecting him.

The storm above mentioned something of those better followers, so Brian remain on the ground his body, no his will, was lacking to lift him and his 300 pound weight from the ground. Nor to lift the Tlachtga from lying across his chest now, He smiled though feeling that his spear, alone was the one who regarded his present state as one needing attention.

“What will we do eh…?”

He swore he saw Eona among their number now that was good; maybe she’d see him. Before she was among the number who always seemed to come by when he was at his worst. This felt like one of those times, but all he saw was her backside it crushed a little to think that he was forgotten on the grass. He wanted to get up and scream that he was still alive. He couldn’t.

“Let us just lay here then… Right, Tlachtga…”
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Suprisingly enough, it was Kaz, the newcomer who looked like something out of a Final Fantasy game, rather than Caleb who spoke up toward Seth. His Goggled eyes turned toward him, his cybernetic brain began a detailed scan through his ultraviolet empowered eyes in order to get a good grasp on the situation. In the meantime, this mysterious new messanger who claimed to have information finally spoke up.

"Lend a hand so long as you are filled in eh? Good, because we will need it." As he turned back toward Caleb, his left arm, the one that looked like it was covered in some sort of metallic colored armor, reached up to hold his chin in a thinking like posisition. He paused for a second, allowing everyone to absorb the facts of what he had just stated. When the moment passed, he spoke up again...

"See my soul and know my price Prometheus, information never comes freely." His tone was flat, unreadable. What price did he have, and what moreover did he want from Caleb at this moment? Most importantly, would it be worth it? Was Caleb going to have to make another huge sacrifice in hopes of benifiting everyone and helping absolutely no one? Kaz waited and waited, a bit of a cold wind rushed through the courtyard, causing his trenchcoat to rise and rustle with increasing drama.

Caleb responded with silence, his only answer lying in his glowing eyes. To Kaz, it seemed like the young man was moderatly tempted to force an answer out of him, and yet there was also a hint of compliance in the blindman's look. He wonderered how long it would take for Caleb to sort everything out, and moreover he wonderered that if the response was bad, would he have enough time to run away before the others around here killed him? He was still part dead, still part evil, still tempted by violence and sin. Just how deep would this gaze go? It was like Caleb was drilling a hole through his head and into his soul... take that back, Caleb was drilling into his soul! Damnit! If Caleb didn't like what he saw, he could just destroy him from the inside out! Too late moron, he's in... it's just a matter of time now...

Stop being such a fool. The voice he heard inside him was most definitly Caleb, but it wasn't just in him, it was a part of him! Kaz's eyebrows raised in shock, but he quieted his thoughts and waited for Caleb to carry on. You have committed both a vast amount of great deads and evils in your past, but the past doesn't matter. You have the potential to rise above what you have become, and you have already started the journey. Steadfast friend, and please help us how you can...

Caleb's eyes stopped glowing, and Kaz felt free of any foreign presence within his spirit or body. He sighed; a combination of relief and saddness. Caleb's soul had such a light, and even if he could not begin to understand how to wield it or see it, even just feeling it had been one of the best things he had expirenced in this life. Kaz actually had to spend a moment to concentrait, cleaning himself of the wishes for the euporia of life. Life was something beyond him now, it was something that he wanted so bad... but could never touch unless he spent his time as a servant of others. The real question was simply: whom to serve? Hope in the heavens can possibly fall from the crystal staircase, or take pride in being worthy of eternal fire for your sins. But Kaz had no questions about that, he wanted to life again badly... but eternal torment was something he had had enough of. Kaz would join with these people, if for nothing else once again die as a hero and be remembered as a savior. It caused his mind to be refreshed, his memories of the life long lost to pour forth into a ready soul and prepare these people for what was coming.

"The price has been paid..." A small smile crossed his face, but it faded due to the sheer gravity of the situation. What he was about to say certainly wasn't going to make people happy in the least bit.... but first to tell off Drill Sergeant whatever his name was.

"You!" Kaz roared and pointed directly at Jake, "Do you think serving like a PA system is going to help? Allow me to put this into perspective, and the rest of you listen up because I will not repeat myself." He looked around, making sure he held the floor before continuing. "The people who did this are known as the Tribe of the White Hand, Loyal servants and die hard warriors to the Avian themselves. This message was sent to you in one of their most classic ways... a way that they used before they and my people made peace. The Hand of Justice always kills the useless as their beliefs read; and therefore they never leave a messanger with breath once he has accomplished his task for them.

"If you are thinking 'I can handle anything they are coming with' Then pull the cobwebs out of your brain and listen close! These people are not just warriors, they are God slayers! They are, in junction with my people of the Black Hand, the first and probably only other race to not only hold back the very forces of Hell, but crush them and their generals absolutely! You cannot afford to turn a blind eye because they are human like you! These people are the servants of the Avian because the Avian made a peace pact between themselves and us, which allowed us to strike down the enemies of the Avian together!

"If they approach us with a squad, then we can stand and fight... but an entire army of them would overwhelm almost anything! We don't have much hope to begin with... but know this! The White Hand does not view these minor attacks as fear tactis, to them this is an honorable way of presenting parts of what they are capable of. I can't tell you why they have come here, but they will voice their intent when they arrive, at nightfall, we will know exactly what they mean."

And with that, Kaz silenced himself, too afraid to go on, to afraid to reveal anything about himself that could make the people around him distrust him more. But for now, he had Caleb's trust, and that was trust enough... for now.
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Caleb did not truly know what to say about Kaz's little speech. It was like being told that the worst nightmare, the one you had always tried to avoid even thinking about, had suddenly become reality. The servants of the Avian Race... that meant that the leaders of the Avian race saw him and the others here as sinners, were here to kill and leave the remains of the ones whom in there view were unforgivable. Caleb wanted to believe his race was an angelic one, a blessed people whom traveled from world to world helping all those who they met, fixing wrongs and destroying evil. But that had been a child's dream, and this was reality. Reality meant your race that had left you on this world your entire life now wanted to erase you because you and your friends had not lived up to some sort of unknown code. Holy warriors? Hardly. Caleb's race as far as he was concerned was now a bunch of demons with wings of light as a cheap trick. If they survived the nightfall, Caleb promised himself that he was going to wage a personal war on his entire race, and not stop until they had fallen on their knees in recognition of the true light.

"Mine the fault, if he dies! I told you, and you bear the proof in your own arms! Save me, and risk them? If anyone is a creation of sin - " Winter's statement threw off his concentraition, brought him back to reality where his friends were standing, waiting for guidance. Thanks to this Kaz, these people now had knowledge and fear of what was happening, but he doubted that they feared enough, and he for one recongized the fact that they did not know enough. Winter may have thought his words were venom, but he was about to get a response that would make Odin's jaw drop from the snappyness.

"Shut your mouth." It sounded almost like Caleb was tempted to spit on Winter's feet. "How dare you insult my intelligence by blaming yourself for a wound obviously caused by his enemies, our enemies? Do you want to use this as an excuse to run away; abandon us here to fight something we may not be able to beat? If that's your justification, then go ahead and drive your spear a little deeper into my heart Win. Go ahead and chase the airplanes to hide your tears while we sit here and die."

Something in Caleb had snapped, he could no longer take it anymore. He had lived through dozens of hopeless situations, so why should this seem any different? These were his people, not some distant cousin look alikes with mean intentions! No one was going to harm his family, but he had to make sure his family was together first...

"LISTEN UP NOW!" His own shout echoed louder than any of Kaz's had been. "Our enemies killed Eona and are trying to kill Lance because they think they are stronger then us. However, WE are the ones who will determine that, and we are the ones who will stand together in order to honor the fallen! If you are willing to help..." he turned his head toward Seth slightly, "Then please stay and begin coordinating something... anything."

He was running out of steam again, but in perfect timing, his little big brother also came to him, adding to his strength, giving his body the strength of his heart. Whether Caleb liked it or not, he was destined to do so. Thank you brother, you know what this means to me...

Caleb now turned toward someone whom he had almost entirely ignored up to this point. Actually, his attention was directed toward three people, but right now he was facing Brian, and he was about to address him as well.

"Brian... I need you. I can't save Lance without your abilities, so GET UP OFF THE GROUND and help fufill that promise your soul made. I don't have time to beg, and I'm sorry if I seem harsh... but we only have a few hours. Alara, you also need to stand up, this absolutely requires your precense in order to work..." He stopped, turning to the one final person whom he had failed to address for far too long.

"Noriko, please... I also need you. I'm sorry for ignoring you for far too long, but please bear with me a little while longer..." Caleb hated the feeling that they would soon be apart, but even if she was just around him until the final second before the battle, he would feel complete.

Lastly he looked up at the sky, a brief smile crossing his face. "Jake! You've been through a hell of a lot more battles than I have, you know how to organize things well enough and you have already started. Hold the fort alright? I am going to take Lance and these three to the Medical Ward if they will agree to come, and we should be back out hopefully before sunset."

He stopped one more time, aware that some people were going to be in shock due to Eona's death. "And rule number one! No more tears until after the battle! We will celebrate Eona's life when we have honored her spirit with a victory over those who took her from us...."
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Noriko wasn't going to lie. She was frustraited, flustered and worried at the same time. So many people had screamed out about Caleb, but when she asked what was going on no one answered her, not even Caleb. Was she suddenly background music? Caleb had said that he loved her, and he knew that she loved him.... but did he simply forget when it came to fighting? Eona's death helped explain some things and raise more questions at the same time... she had only met her briefly, while inside Caleb's soul... but still, everyone who had been there on that day knew eachother, and how important they were to Caleb. If Eona was dead and Lance was dying.... it explained enough. She would just have to do the hard thing in a relationship and have faith that Caleb would pull through and care long before the day was out. Faith, they needed work on it... then again everyone did.

Finally, she heard his voice directed toward her, making her important, so everyone could hear. It was an unexpected comfort to know that in front of all these people whom she assumed were much stronger than her that he still singled her out, made her important. This was better than saying 'I love you' because it was saying 'I need you'

"I'll go with you Caleb." Was all she managed in light of the situation, but he would know its meaning... he just had to catch on...
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Jake's clouds grew quickly, but the man in the robes wasn't about to be bossed around by some child with similar powers. "Run inside La'Roe, I have some talking to do..."

La'Roe complied without question, and Kartz knew that he was the only one she would listen to like that, other than Aaron of course. It would have brought him a sense of pride if he was fully capable of the emotion, but instead it brought forth more determination to handle this situation correctly. Jake's consciousness was expanding over the city, meaning that soon he would be seen... unless of course he responded in his own unique way...

The storm was a bottled rage, the smell of vengence brewing within the mind; Kartz loved every second of that. Instead of resisting and creating his own storm, Kartz simply gave a good part of his conscious into the energy Jake was feeding out, not enough to where Jake could real him in like a fish out of water, but more than enough to interfere with this storm's intentions...

Suddenly Jake would notice a large man in gray robes standing all over the city, multiple clones of him lying everywhere from streets and sidewalks to inside the buildings and the rooftops themselves, for the remaining part of Kartz had become a wind over the city, causing mild amounts of skirt lifting paper flying turmoil across Tokyo. It was all a trick really, for Kartz had temporarily completely abandoned his physical form in order to have a little bit of fun with this person of similar capabilities... finally, a form of him would appear within no more than twenty feet of Jake, viewable and audible only to the person who's being he had temporarily bounded with. At this range, on could see that Kartz's robes covered his entire body, leaving even his face in the shadows. Only his eyes showed a sign of light, and their light was terrible mix of fearsome gold and white light, the kind of most turmolious thunderstrom bottled up behind just a simple pair of eyes.

Please be patient young one... we have much to do, but my master has decreed that nothing shall happen till nightfall. Farewell, and prepare yourself so that we may test the limits of our abilities...

Kartz did not wait, he moved out of Jake's storm in one swift blow, winding back up on the rooftop just in time to here a soft flickering flame coming from a black candle. Kartz stared at it for a second, suddenly aware that La'Roe had taken care of making sure no one else got through his exit door. He would have to take the time to thank her and Aurora, the maker of the candle that would hide his energy signature and even this existance in this world for a few hours. A few hours would be more than enough to prepare... but part of him hated that he was preparing for battle. This young man on the opposite side seemed quite capable, as if he had true potential. If Kartz didn't know him as an enemy, he may have even taken the boy as a student... but that was a dream world, and this was reality. Reality dictated that he was servant to Aaron, and Aaron dictated that allies of the half bloods were to die with them. Too bad indeed...
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Neola accepted the fact that Teo couldn't answer her question she new the answer would come soon enough, but she didn't know it wasn't going to be the answer she wanted. She was very confused she didn't know the names of any of the people around her. The wind was rushing past her ears and thinking eluded her for a moment. Then reality rushed in and she realized she was standing on the edge of battle and had no idea what she was going to be fighting and this worried her. Then a voice met her ears describing the enemy who they would be facing. She moved the opposite way through the crowd she had stopped somewhere in the middle and after the person had stopped talking another voice chimed in must louder.

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And she did, not knowing what else to do. Attentively she listened and picked up a few things. Jake was the man floating in the air almost above her head. Winter was the one who looked almost like Teo, and Brian was the person she had passed that was lying on the ground. This was a good thing she knew more of the people around her. She was going through the speech in her mind and found a piece she had not registered originally

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"Our enemies killed Eona and are trying to kill Lance because they think they are stronger then us. However, WE are the ones who will determine that, and we are the ones who will stand together in order to honor the fallen! If you are willing to help..."


Wait a minute Eona is dead the person I travel farther than anyone could possibly imagine to protect is dead she felt the muscles in her knees beginning to give way she head was beginning to spin and her left eye was beginning to twitch. She knew the sensation of fainting but she didn’t even think to catch herself as she fell to the ground.

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Someone else however had follow Neola through the crowd, he had paused right behind her to listen to the speeches. The news the Eona was dead did not hit Sam like it did Neola he had heard it the first time and was semi recovered yet scared for life. It took a few minutes for the reality to sink into Neola, he knew it would.

He reacted almost immediately when she began to fall he caught her just as he would have for anyone else. He slowly lowered her to the ground placing her head on her fallen bag. Sam looked around for anyone to assist him in this area. His solution would be to toss cold water on her like in loony toons cartoons he had seem on TV but that was silly.

“Um anyone want to give me a hand how do you wake someone up after fainting.” He voiced his need out loud but didn’t expect and answer. Then he had a brain wave and decided to give her a swift slap across the face but didn’t want to harm her.

Neola regained consciousness, “No not dead can’t be traveled to far too….” She stopped noticing Sam hovering over her. “What happened…hold it did I pass out?”

“Yes you did and I can’t say as I blame you either.” Sam was trying to be comforting but he was unsure of himself. He couldn’t separate this person from Eona in his mind but they were clearly two different people. “Who are you?” he wanted to know but there wasn’t much time he could no longer tell the time of day due to the weather change the clouds completely blocked out the sun. “And can you make it short.”

Neola told Sam the abridged story about her journey. She included all the pertinent points including the time travel and what she was here to accomplish, and left out the more redundant ones. Soon Sam was almost completely up to speed.

Sam told Neola the highly abridged version of things as he knew them. Including what happened when Lance came in. He helped her stand up and noticed one of the swords that hung on her belt. It looked just like the one Eona carried but he said nothing about it.

“Come we must prepare for battle, we will mourn the loss or a friend later.” He whispered into Neola’s ear, and looked around for someone to start calling out instructions.

“You had better get ready for the battle.” Sam told her He didn’t really have any preparing to do. He had already begun to transform and when that happened he would be ready.

Neola took in Sam’s words and decided to check her equipment her swords where secure. Her Kunai knifes and the ninja stars she always carried on her person. She would never be able to get on an airplane let alone make it through a metal detector. She double checked her laces on her shoes and adjusted two holsters on either hip for easy throwing access. She found a piece of a granola bar in her pocket and finished it off realizing the last time she had eaten was yesterday for dinner. But the granola made her stomach forget the grumbling. Lastly she took a deep breath and began practicing the symbols she would need during battle.
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"You!"

(Hello... Someone wanted his attention. Ah yes, their informant wanted to speak.)

"Do you think serving like a PA system is going to help? Allow me to put this into perspective, and the rest of you listen up because I will not repeat myself."

(Okay, that was friggin' annoying. Jake was doing his best to organize the confused and the mourning, and it was working dammit! Kaz began to tell them about their opponents, and Jake felt a pang of anger and somehow guilt...as he heard that they were - technically - Caleb's people. His mind replayed flashes from Lance's own memory, and soon there was renewed thoughts of vengeance. Though the memory was not his, it burned alive within him to be settled. A remnant of Judha's trick? Maybe. But it didn't have the same hold on Jake if it was. However, he was beginning to hate Kaz. He was playing it as if it were almost hopeless, but he failed to see that it very much necessitated that they emerge victorious. Victory or death. Jake could already see, as he did perceive the implication of the fact that Kaz was even in the same boat as all who were here. The idiot should have been pulling a Braveheart, for crying out loud. What good is scaring people? Somewhere in the background now, Caleb was chastizing Winter for his words against Teo.)

Jake: Good. That ought to keep him in order.

(Caleb then delivered a speech to the masses, certain that he could keep them together in this, which they had no choice in anyway.)

"Jake! You've been through a hell of a lot more battles than I have, you know how to organize things well enough and you have already started. Hold the fort alright? I am going to take Lance and these three to the Medical Ward if they will agree to come, and we should be back out hopefully before sunset."

Jake: No problem!

(He seemed enthusiastic now, and could not help but confront Kaz on this. Jake thoroughly enjoyed ruining the 'fun' of party-poopers. And so, with a grin...)

Jake: See? It DOES help.

(Then, he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, the young girl that had been looking for Eona fainted, probably due to learning the fact that Eona was dead. He didn't know what the connection was, but Jake acted anyway, as Sam asked for help in waking her up.)

Jake: We've got a fainter here! I need a bottle of smelling salts and a packet of asprin here, on the double, and-

*Slap!*

(Jake glared at Sam funny when he slapped Neola awake.)

Jake: Nevermind.

(And then... Hello, what was this? He'd reached something now. A presence. Yes...there was something there, amongthe waves of the wind. It felt different from him, but the control was similar. There was a master of storm out there. He could feel it, like a beacon of resonance, though he could not pinpoint it yet. It gauged its will against Jake's, throwing up a territory of its own torrent, claiming air and lightning as he would. Finally, there was an appearance. Several appearances, in fact. However, Jake recognized that this was an incomplete form, all of the men in grey robes were like fingers. The rest of this guy was elsewhere. His presence was more...out there. One of them soon came to be close by, twenty feet away. He spoke.)

Please be patient, young one... We have much to do, but my master has decreed that nothing shall happen till nightfall. Farewell, and prepare yourself so that we may test the limits of our abilities...

(It was for the mind. It was thrust upon the wind between them on a voice that had only words for those who understood wind and mind as one. Then, all traces of the man disappeared, while a linger sensation said that he could not have gone far, and that he and his allies were out there, waiting. Jake's eyes had also been glowing. Whereas Kartz had been gold-and-white, Jake's had taken a vibrant shade of violet with a slight trace of white in the left eye. Both he and Ixyzion spoke as one as response to the man.)

Jake & Ixyzion: We look forward to it...
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"LISTEN UP NOW! Our enemies killed Eona and are trying to kill Lance because they think they are stronger then us. However, WE are the ones who will determine that, and we are the ones who will stand together in order to honor the fallen! If you are willing to help...Then please stay and begin coordinating something... anything."


Seth didn't make a spoken reply, but a slight grin served that purpose instead. He was about to get to work asking about the enemy when one of the others in the courtyard spoke up. He listened only once the enemy was spoken of. On the one hand he was glad this would be a difficult and possibly futile fight, those always proved to be the most fun, but on the other hand the fact that some people in the group didn't seem to get along worried him. Fighting a difficult battle with someone who hates you standing at your side struck Seth as a betrayal just waiting to happen, but he didn't speak of it. He didn't know anyone other than Teo (who seemed to get along with everyone), and therefore didn't know if they were the sort of person who would actually do such a thing in the first place.

"Well then, now that I know at least who you're all fighting against, and that they're a serious threat in battle; count me in," Seth replied, "Though I'd much rather prefer to know how they fight instead of a list of their accomplishments. Do they prefer the traditional combat of weapons and hand-to-hand, or do they prefer the use of powers or magic? If it's magic or powers, what kind and how do they use it? I'm assuming they can fly, so would I be right in assuming they'll stay in the air as long as possible throughout the fight? That sort of information would be helpful, and a lot more useful when it comes time to prepare for the battle . . . "
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Alara's self-pity was overwhelming as she continued to watch the near-stranger address the crowd gathered around Caleb. Something was definitely wrong, and she didn't need to see the prostrate figure of the giant on the ground to know that Caleb had not entirely intended to do that. He was strong, there was no doubt about that, and with her meager abilities, there seemed to be no place for her. Sinking to the ground, she started to pull up blades of grass, passing them between her fingers as she tried to sort out her emotions.

More than one was going through her mind and amplified by her half-Whin blood, a dangerous combination, but at least most were directed at herself, loathing beyond normal comprehension seared through her. Why did she have to be this way? Was there some divine purpose to being so messed up emotionally?

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"Alara, you also need to stand up, this absolutely requires your precense in order to work..."


Confusion kept her tongue silent as she heard Caleb's voice. Alara, as usual, had missed something in her preoccupation, something that made her mind race as she nodded softly and jumped to her feet. They NEEDED her? Such a thing had been too much to hope for, and she couldn't help the quick salute that perked her up and erased the last of that hatred.

Even when Caleb turned not to her but to another, Alara's mind was set. She didn't care what he was saying to that small, lost-looking child. This was her chance to see some purpose to her being, wasn't it? Such a thing eclipsed her prior feelings and made them seem shallow and meaningless in light of her usefulness, but something had been missed. Something had been overlooked as she watched the procession forming at the white-haired young man's commands.

Why was everyone so somber? Why had the giant attacked to begin with? Alara was oblivious, a thing that would have to be remedied and soon.
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Brian watched hallow of the emotions that made him torture himself as the group seemed to go about their business. He watched and waited, figures stood some pacing, others more prominent than others around the masses. Then one adorned as metal and flesh stepped forward towards Caleb. Brian gritted his teeth waiting to see what would happen. Words flowed from his mouth instead of a fist raised or a violent power being prepared.

The identify of what they would fight slowly revealed, the large man turning out to be no more than a pawn. The real bastards were still out there laughing seeing them fall apart at just the messenger. The White hand, then the Black hand, god slayers apparently insanely powerful god slayers. The schools recent past suggested these people were capable of the same; together they could and would do it. Brian knew his standing, they didn’t need him to stop any threat, and he would be in the way.

Caleb took on the mantle he’d taken once before, stood before his group of friends and barked first at Winter. The self-destruction tactics he’d pulled earlier, he was chastised for them. Then he screamed for attention, demanding that everyone looked to him. He shouted the losses being counted already. Eona was dead, and Brian looked quickly to see the girl he had thought till this time was Eona faint. It was true… another friend dead. Now they wanted to kill another of Caleb’s friends Lance.

They wanted to pluck away friends one at a time from Caleb, already taking someone who recognized himself. Brian moments before devoid of life had a fire lit in his belly, He could become numb, he’d lost enough people but now fate wanted to start the painful process on someone else.

Caleb called for him, asked him for help, to stand up and save his friend lance, only a few hours. Tlachtga rolled off him as he got up; casually he picked up the fierce protector, and weapon.

“Yea, Caleb my promises and words don’t mean much, but, I guarantee I’m at your disposal for the here and now.”

Brian bit his lip, locking the image he had of Eona in his mind, she’d get a statue too. Caleb wouldn’t lose another friend though; if he had any skill that would help he’d use it. He wanted to do something more than be background noise, or a weight and burden to Caleb.
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Healing one so close to death was hard, even for the three of them together. Teo and Kounei were the school's most powerful healers, with Avian, kitsune and metahuman power at their disposal. Winter, adding his fierce driving passion to make up for his inexperience. Four, really, as Cyra had joined them, and Teo, strengthened by her presence, and by Caleb's loving gratitude, was pouring all his power of strengthening into the link between them all. Yet, it was no mere injury. It seemed as though something fought them, not relinquishing a hold on the rapidly draining Scotsman.

But even this was not enough to block out everything. What he felt back from Brian worried at him, opening his eyes in a way only Cypher had before. It was a hard realisation, sobering...and all the more frustrating, that he could do nothing about it, yet.

Indeed, it seemed he never could. Yet was a word, that had come to stretch forever, now, and it galled him, worse even than the realisation that someone was after them again, yet again! Keeping him from those he wished to be with. Thrown from crisis to crisis, he suddenly longed for the days when his brother Kaie was his worst problem...or, before that, the Brethren...

Then he realised with shock, that here was Kaie, happening again. It was for want of his brother's healing presence, even before they had known they were brothers, that had made Kaie come to loathe him, and turn against him, his overarching desire, now, to be his brother's murderer...Teo could have visited his hospital room that day, so long ago, but had allowed himself to be pulled away, promising to come back another day...which had never come...

It did not help at all, what was coming from Winter, through the connection he shared with him and the rest. For the first time here, too, felt the disadvantage of connection that Caleb had long warned him of, yet could not disengage, for fear of losing Lance. Trying to block out the outside to concentrate, he could not block this, which bypassed all senses, and went into his soul. Kaz's words and Caleb's response and it's implications, colored by Winter's acid perceptions, came too quickly.

He wondered why Winter didn't loathe him too.

If Brian hadn't been there, to remind him...he would have refused to believe what he was hearing. Even so, grasping at straws, he tried to...it was just too much. Teo felt like an interloper, invading a deep privacy...

...go ahead and drive your spear a little deeper into my heart Win....

Winter startled at this, feeling the spear through his own heart. This was the only thing he could not argue against. What venom there was, had only been directed at himself, his desire to run only to protect them from a threat that could turn the tides decisively against them. Or worse yet, force the brother who so loved him, that he so loved, to be the one to destroy him...But abandon them? Hurt Caleb? He could no more wish that than he could wish Silence dead. He felt Teo give Caleb what he so longed to give.

But more than that, was something he had never believed til now. He had learned how to love, but found it nigh impossible to believe it could be returned so completely. He had forgotten, that Caleb and he had been soul connected often enough, that Caleb now knew everything about him. Never mind what they both had learned from Odin, and from the futures that they had seen could be Winter's fate. Despite the worst darkness that he could ever suffer, Caleb wanted him to stay.

Knowing everything, Caleb would not abandon him...knowing this, Winter could never leave. Winter had long feared that he was coercing Autumn's love, and learned too late, that it was real..He knew he wasn't coercing Caleb, as the choices he was making were not as Winter would have them...

It was Teo., however, who protested first, unable to hold it in any longer, puzzled that the healing should be so rejected..

"How can this be? We learned our mandate even before we entered your soul..Orion and Odin themselves confirmed it! To hold back the darkness, to fight the evil plaguing the Avians and the worlds! I will not believe that Eona is dead!This must be a misunderstanding, a trick, coersion by another to turn us against them. Winter said he was controlled. The Avians must know, that we are one with them! Please Caleb, do not turn from them so soon in anger. They are family to us...they will see the truth, come nightfall...they will see our souls..."

"So soon forget, Teo?" Winter's voice was quiet, a whisper of wind in the distance, but meant for both his brothers. "Was not Kaie in your thoughts a moment ago, was not I when you thought of coercion? Come nightfall, what will they see, when they look into his soul? When they look into mine? What will they see, when they look upon on of their own, who cannot bear the touch of holy soufire?"

Winter knew already the decision Caleb would have to make, and hoped that they both would be strong enough to bear it. He did not know til now, that fear could have such soaring joy within it.
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((OOC: Finally posting ... pardon my absence; my computer is acting like an idiot and my two previous posts ended up deleted, so this time I wrote it all by hand, for then to re-type it in here. At least that way, it cannot possibly disappear, unless my apartment suddenly catch fire ^_^; ))

The slender teenage form still seemed motionless, and looked as though she would continue to, but a furious increase in the EEG's readings had sent the nurse rushing for her office and the nearest telephone, to call the Domino clinic and get ahold of a doctor that could give a qualified opinion on what had started the sudden re-awakening, and what could be done to help it along.
Nothing, except Tamara herself, could explain what was happening inside her - her heart the best witness, as her mind was not yet sufficiently revitalized to set together coherent thoughts. Pictures flashed inside her mind, causing her eyes to begin to move from side to side beneath the cover of their lids, speeding up as Tamara passed from a coma-like state, into normal REM sleep.
Such joy and bliss her empathy her awoken inside her; sensitivity to another's innermost being, to strengthen or soothe the distressed mind, and to bask in the joy another could be feeling; such great reward it was, to know beyond doubt, to -feel- that she had helped another.
It was a feeling that her younger, autistic self could not even have begun to fathom; like a child that had been barred away from the world in a small cell her entirely, to finally be let outside to see, sense, and touch the world - to see the brilliant wide blue sky above her heart, the vast expanses, and the speechless wonders that inhabited it.
So much that one would never understand before experiencing it. She would have clung to those feelings with the last drop of life inb her body, with her conscious mind and her knowledge of that a life with her empathy would not be worth living. She had lived the vast majority of her life, oblivious to it. She did not want to ever return to that little jail cell.
But her subconscious mind held an entirely different opinion; it knew that exposure led to pain - a degree of pain that was much, much more worse, more difficult to handle than any physical agony. Sin had not even tried to harm Tamara; the little child vampire had not had to. Her very existence was enough pain. Tamara's mind awash with grief over Teo's illness; the numbing stabbing pain over Kaie's betrayal; and the knowledge of that little girl, deprived forevermore of her childhood and innocence; it had been the final blow that sent everything crashing down around her head, hammering against her sanity; very nearly driving her fully over the edge.
It was an assult of a character that she could not deal with unscarred, and so her mind had made a decision without her will presiding over it, acting to protect itself.

But her heart held an agenda of it's own, and it held on with an iron grip that could never be released, on the people in her life that meant the most to her; people that meant more than her life - people whom were now all troubled, and in danger. Their concern over some unidentified threat was the key that unlocked the barred gate, starting a chain reaction that led to her awakening, to the call of need as Teo would've put it, but the threat was yet only a dim menace in the corner of her awareness, causing her body to twitch, her arms to be flung restlessly about. She turned in the bed as pictures continued to float about in her mind, difficult to grasp ahold of, but each causing an emotional echo to resonate inside her. Her heart rate increased; her body temperate rose with her increasing agitation.
Her soul was a helpless prisoner, screaming for those she loved, urging herself to join with them, shaking her physical body into reaction to it.
When the nurse finally returned, Tamara lay shivering underneath the bed sheets - her eyes springing open with a wild gleam in them, for a moment, before her lids started lowering again groggily, as the initial spark that had caused her to awake started fading again.
The nurse checked her vitals, nodding as she noticed the EEG now back to normal, if a little frantic in it's readings - then stopped to stare at the racing pulse and the increase body temperature screens, before slowly lowering herself down on side of the bed, turning her head to address Tamara with a professional, reassuring smile.

"Good evening, Tamara; I am sure I don't need to tell you how happy we are to see you back and with us again. Can you follow this with your eyes for me, please?"
She turned on the little light of a pupil tester, moving it across her eyes and registering normal pupil reaction; nodding shortly.

"Very good. Squeeze my hand? Excellent. You've been asleep for a couple of days, Tamara; you may experience some muscle weakness, but that will quickly pass; you should be alright."

Her eyes focused on the woman, becoming increasingly more aware. Her feeling of immediate danger was fading, however, leaving behind a rather empty, blank feel inside her. "So I can leave now?" Her voice sounded parched, and she coughed a little in an attempt to clear it up, to no avail.

The nurse frowned lightly, then shook her head slightly in regret. "I am afraid not. Your temperature is a little too high, and we have not yet found the cause for your coma. Did you take any drugs recently? Been exposed to unhealthy fumes?"

Tamara blinked once, then twice. "Wha ... ? No, I couldn't dream of taking anything of the sort. Look, I'm fine. I just need some water to clear up my throat."

The medical professional started rising, shaking her head in refusal. "No. Sorry, Tamara, but I am going to have to keep you for a few days; at least until your temperature drops, then we can see. You said you wanted water? I'll get you some. Anything else you would like?"

Tamara did not even blink as she reached for the woman's mind, and for her powers. Never had she been quite so willing to use them, and not care about the consequences. She was needed somewhere else; she -knew- that beyond any doubt. But reaching for her powers was like attempting to pick up a small needle with utterly numb fingers; no matter how much she tried, she couldn't grasp it. The sheer shock of the realization left her with all the color draining out of her face, and she noticed the nurse sending her a worried, studying look. Tamara quickly looked away, while her mind worked frantically to find a reason for her inability to use her gifts, and a solution to use to get away from her guardian, as well.
The time in bed her left traces on her, she acknowledged regrettingly; she was not in top physical form. Not that she would assult this poor woman even if she could; her abilities was purely mental, and as such she had learned herself some self-defense for more extreme situations, where the ability to manipulate emotions would not help her. But she could not strike lady down. Thus, robbed of either way out, she decided to turn to simple human deception for the greater good. "I think I'll accept that glass of water; my throat feels like it has been rubbed with sand paper." It did; no lie, and her rugged tone told the truth of that. She crept further down into the bed, letting her head back down on the pillow, and allowed her eyes to drift shut.

The nurse noded sympathically and turned about, starting towards the door. "I'll see about procuring some; get some more rest, dear. If you feel strong enough, I can arrange for a tv to be brought in later, as well?"

Tamara did not reply, and waited with closed eyes until the sounds of the woman's feet died out in the hallway; the young empath opened her eyes again and slipped herself quietly out of the bed, moving to the closet in the left wall. It stood half-open already, and contained only the clothes she had arrived in. She swiftly undressed from the white clothing that she had been given, and put her own back on, before pushing the door open and glancing about with holded breath. She could near chatter from somewhere behind one of the walls, but there was nobody in the nurse's office, and the door that led out of the infirmary stood half open.

She felt emotionally distant still, which was starting to worry her. She did not automatically pick up on emotional input from people around her, and she knew that trying to sense anyone's emotions was bound to fail, as well. It felt as though she was shielded, but there was no shield that she had put into place - at least not consciously.
The little bundle in the back of her mind that was Winter, was the only thing that convinced her of that she hadn't gone insane yet.

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The air felt loaded around her, pressing against her head, as if a thunderstorm was underway; every face of the people surrounding her to all sides seemed either hard, grim, or deeply troubled by the prospect of war. None were paying anu mind to the little form of the purple-haired girl, with wide amber eyes staring worriedly about. Aunt Cyra were out of view; Silence deeply regretted gaving let go of her aunt now. There was nothing she'd want more at this time, than a familiar hand to hold.
She listened quietly to the conversations, but she did not understand much very well. She did not know exactly what the Avians were, except for short pieces of conversation she had picked up, indicating that her uncles and father might be in family with them. She did not understand what everyone here had done to raise their ire. She felt out of place, useless; her lack of understanding was fustrating, and she did not dare ask questions for fear of being troublesome. She wished that she could somehow help sort everything out, but had no idea as to how.
She needed something to keep her preoccupied, anything would do, and without regard as to whether playing now would be appropriate, the little girl reached down into her pocket and drew out her pan-pipe; a masterly carved instrument, if a little simple in design, worn down by loving, eager hands.
She placed her slender fingers carefully into the right holes, then lifted the pipe up towards her lips and started playing, slowly and monotonely at first, then a bit quicker and more elaborately as her fingers and skill woke to life under the familiar pasttime; music rolled unhindered and easy out between her fingers as she started wandering randomly about mong the students, playing dedicatedly. Some would recognize it as the music for the old classic Somewhere Over The Rainbow.
The tones in waves spread a feeling of reassuring calm within those students allowing the serenity of the music to affect them, soothing down tempers and easing worry.

Silence did not pay much mind to any effects it might've had on others; her own mind was awash in the music, drifting in a state of worshipful bliss. Her thoughts started wandering, thinking about the shielding that some unknown benefactor had placed upon her, and curiosity took charge. She reached out with her somewhat untrained powers, tracing a probing tendril of empathy a little clumsy over the blocking.
It felt very much like Teo; so much that she started doubting her own senses, because it weren't him. Couldn't be him. It was identical to his mental signature, an entirely unique tell-tale for each person, but different than the signature she was familiar with. It felt more experienced, more knowledgeable; harder, even. Familiar and yet entirely alien.
Puzzled, she gave the shield a slight push to alert whomever had placed it on her, Teo or differently, to her interest in them - and lifted her head to scan the crow with her eyes, suddenly realizing that she had stopped playing, and the old feeling of uncertainty and fear started creeping back into her. She was holding her breath, as if waiting for something.
I'm so scared ...
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(OOC: Okies folks, thus begins the conclusion of this chapter. Conclusion means my own characters will wander off and do something else, leaving yall in the courtyard. Continue with this one if you want, but Chapter 3 will begin come Monday. What does this mean? Late night hall with NPC's and stuff for me, lots and lots and lots of reading for ya'll. By the way, Chapter 3 begins while Lance's healing process (post also appearing in the Medical Ward tonight) is coming to a close. More details on this will actually appear when I start Chapter 3, but details she-males, on with the show!)

Caleb instantly knew without having to gaze at Winter's soul that the effects of his words was working how he wanted it to. Winter would stay here, where he was needed... or more where Caleb needed him. As of now, it would seem illogical at best to make an attempt to seperate everyone, after all that was exactly how Eona had been killed and Lance had been tormented into thinking that Caleb was her killer. He would get his revenge for Eona, and Lance... and for the rest of his family being put through this emotional time. He would obtain justice one way or another.... whether it was through surrendering or-

He stopped himself, knowing all too well where this was going. Defense of friends and family was one thing, violent murder was an entirely different aspect. If he killed them as they had killed Eona, tormented them as they had done to Lance... then he would truly be their equal in every way. The worst part was that these were his people, his flesh and blood he'd so longed to meet. But now, by reputation alone; Caleb hated the fact that he was affiliated with the Avian race. God, what he wouldn't give to be a simple meta human, or even just a human at this point. However, destiny's clutches had been sunken deep into him, there was no turning or escaping what he was. Right now, he was a guardian... not a very useful one, in fact closer to a failure, but it was his job, right and privilege to help and defend his friends, his only living family.

Teo spoke of his father, and of the man he regarded as one. The painful part of Teo's words was their sheer accuracy. Caleb knew neither his father nor Odin would be even slightly inclined to lie over something that was so grave an issue, but in the meantime it still did not forgive the rest of the Avians. And Winter's response would be their argument, nay, their justification for a slaughter. Caleb had never believed in that sort of thing even when he had been Seraph. Seraph had judged people individually, and even looked for the light in them before he justified striking them down.

“They won't look at your souls, any of our souls. Our murder's have already been written in stone according to their traditions and means; all of you need to get that in your heads.” Caleb's tone was still slightly rough, but it was now protective as apposed to venomous. “Teo and Winter, both of you stay here... try to calm your emotions and work out differences with the others. We can't dodge this bullet, either we fight the White Hand or we get hunted down one by one... and Lord knows they are good at the second one.”

“Brian, I don't care about your words and promises, I care about you. I already know the feeling is mutual, but we haven't got any extra time to sulk over the situation. Alara, I need you to focus your emotions for now, try to keep stable for at least the time being. Noriko, please follow Brian's lead, as being both my arms are a little held up at the moment-” This reminded him to move his Scottish friend with an every so slight jerk of his shoulder, lifting Lance completely off the ground and onto Caleb's right side. His left ribs were beginning to complain again, but for now that was acceptable, so long as Lance's life was saved. “I'll fill you in on the details as to why I need each of you when we get to the Nurse's Office, but please be patient until then...”

He turned for one last time toward everyone else. “We will return successful or fail miserably hopefully before Sunset. If I'm not back in time, please use some delaying tactics to keep these 'demon slayers' busy. Hopefully one way or another I can educate them about the proper etiquette of declaring a battle...”

With a final nod and a forced smile, Caleb turned to leave with the seemingly random crew he had chosen. Only time could tell if they would be able to save Lance or not, but for some odd reason those who knew Caleb best would also know that he would find a way to come through. He always did after all... he had to find a way...
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Kaz had never felt so stupid or surrounded by stupid people in the entirety of his life. The only reactions he had gotten were not those of what he was looking for. God, if these were my troops... I would slap them upside the head and tell them to stop living in dream land... then again, I'm not much better. Although Kaz insulted his own abilities to command individuals, his cybernetic brain kept bringing up specific times in his life when he had been a brilliant commander. Brilliant enough to where he lead his people against the white hand while still in his teens, brilliant enough to make a lasting peace treaty with the White Hand before he hit twenty, and brilliant enough to stop Scythexious' forces from setting foot on their sacred creation, their city of peace. Unfortunately for him and these were not the soldiers he had trained, the men and women he had fought with so hard for just a simple word, a simple state of Nirvana that they were all willing to die for. If the White Hand was truly here just to hunt down runaways from Avian law, then they had forgotten all that was Progatha...

The battle had not even started yet, and yet the sky and ground already seemed stained of blood. Thousands of men and women lined up in what at best could be described as chaotic rankings, each defining a straight line to a small angle or curve. Nerves were on edge, teeth rattled the the echoes of feet tapping the ground in anticipation seemed to bounce around the field, jarring everyone's thoughts and hearts and the same time...

He stood in front of all of them, his black overcoat mixed with a gold sash and red armor. It signified him as a general, as the man who would direct them in battle. Up till this point, the people cloaked in white had never seen a leader interact with his troops before a battle, they had never even given thought to the idea that a general might fight with and die with them in battle- yet here he was, Kazura Sage of the Black Hand, noble general and cocky youth mixed into one.

“Silence yourselves and LISTEN!” his voice echoed over them all, and whether by magical or mechanical means it caused every foot to stop tapping, every chin to suddenly set. He had their attention, now to gain their hearts...

“No less than a year ago we ended our personal wars and found our peace by building that city behind you. Progatha is not just our home, IT IS OUR SERENITY, OUR NIRVANA! Our enemies hear the songs in our hearts, they hate us for finding happiness by serving the living angels who have come to end our squabbles. Those Shadows stand upon the edge of our lands... listen to them now...”

Every mind opened and every ear attuned to the sounds in the distance. It was a cadence, and insane rush of footsteps and claws tearing into the ground and ripping the flesh off of the earth spirit. Twas indeed the sound of demonic army, the armies of the Soul Gorger, the Spirit Reaper himself. If Scythexious was a nightmare, then his armies would be his plagues. They were coming; coming for all the men women and children whom they would feast upon, make slaves of, and use as sacrifices to form greater darkness. That cadence was almost the same as the swooping sound that the Scythe of Death made, close at first but overbearing before anyone was ready. The trembling and tapping increased, many fell to their knees in fear. Kaz opened his eyes and narrowed them with what he had to work with. Even a couple of his front men were on their knees, crying and begging for a quick death... absolutely unacceptable.

“SHUT UP NOW! WHAT DO YOU FEEL OUR ANGELS WOULD THINK OF US IF THEY SEE US SITTING HERE AND BALLING LIKE BABIES! THEY CANNOT COME TO OUR RESCUE, WE MUST PROVE OURSELVES WORTHY OF THEIR SERVICES TO US! RISE MEN AND WOMEN, FOR YOU ARE THE LAST DEFENSE OF PROGATHA, THE LAST HOPE FOR OUR PEOPLE!” Many rose, but but enough. Kaz went on... “WHEN WE DEFEAT OUR ENEMIES TODAY, WE WILL HAVE PROVEN TO OUR ANGELS THAT THERE IS NO LONGER A NEED TO RUN, NO LONGER A NEED TO KEEP GIVING UP ON WORLD AFTER WORLD. WE WILL BE THE FIRST GATE WHOSE THRESHOLD WILL BREAK TO NO EVIL, THE BANISHING WALL THAT DRIVES OUR ENEMIES BACK TO THE HELL THEY CAME FROM, AND THEN DEFEATS THEM THERE FOR A TASTE OF TRUE VICTORY!!!!”

He had done it. His troops had risen, they were ready. Frankly, the no longer gave a damn about the numbers or the odds, about the fact that many of them would draw their last breath on this very field. Kaz hadn't given them hope, he had given them a need to protect it...


What the hell? Why had he suddenly had that long of a flashback? He had never had one quite so full of emotion, quite so full of sheer determination and a lust for being a savior to something. Was that what the symbol on his back burned in white meant? That at one point, his cries for victory and his call to duty had been answered? What was he to his people? The only answer would come with the arrival of those who he anticipated would be enemies. Caleb once again spoke of the dead girl, of Eona... wait a second, the person he had been sent here to protect was named Eona! Odds were against the existence of many people named that, especially ones who seemed to be a piece in the puzzle itself. This meant he had failed, that he would never get his humanity back from the source who had offered him a seemingly peaceful solution, such a sweet temptation though it was. Whoever Eona was to Morpheus now did not matter, because she was finished. He would have to accept being stuck in this half alive, half dead form forever; being accepted by neither the living or the dead. Caleb had given him hope and crushed it in less than a minute... truly amazing...

Jake went on about how he was doing some good, and Kaz was willing to admit that their was the possibility of good coming out from being a loud mouth, but everyone had still missed his point. They needed to be humble now, to accept loss where loss came and would come. In Kaz's mentality; learning of your enemies' accomplishments was the first step towards learning their weaknesses, but these students had no clue what it meant to be humble. A good chunk of them thought the world spun around them, while the rest thought they kept the world spinning. In the meantime, he would answer the only question asked to him, and possibly give them one hope to hold onto before nightfall took it away.

“They were originally masters over simple to medium high level technology, but I'm quite certain that they will have grown in strengths and capabilities since I last saw them. If you want something to expect, expect them to be stronger faster and smarter than you are. Expect them to bring heavy numbers, to know the layout of this territory before they take a swing at it. I shouldn't have to tell you these things, you should expect them of opponents that can put fear into the hearts of demons and devils alike.” His tone was somber, he did not expect much in the form of a reply, if any at all.

“But there is something else you need to know... and that is that I may be able to at least stall them for a few seconds to minutes when they arrive. That should allow you enough time to measure them and their troops, to see if you are capable of openly fighting them or if you need to call a retreat.”

Yes, that was how he could find a solution... that was how he could move on from his half life state and be accepted into the halls of heaven as a hero. If he died for others once again, if he selflessly gave everything he was in order to give innocent souls some time... perhaps that would be enough. However, it was better he did not know these people, it was better they did not know him. His sacrifice would mean nothing to them and everything to the people whom it truly should. That was the way he wanted it, and that was the way Kazura Sage would have it. He turned to leave, not caring if they took notice of the White symbol for savior carved in white on his back, not caring about anything except the fact that his death would probably harm that poor Alara's soap can mentality a little more. Oh well, that was a little price to pay compared to having her dead.

As Caleb and his odd yet oddly fitting group of people turned to leave, so Kaz gave a wave and a half turn of his head to simply state: “I'll see you before nightfall.”
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Neola had finished going through her hand symbols, and had begun looking around after recovering from fainting she was quite ready to speak to the person who looked like he was a dog trapped inside a mans body. “Who are you she asked him.” She remembered he had asked her this but she didn’t ask him she didn’t even know his name.

Sam had snapped out of a slight reverie he was having to answer Neola’s question, “I am Sameth Lupus, most every one calls me Sam though, a few call me Lupus but they are a slight few,” he was babbling she was very pretty and he new it but he had to remember his promise to not get involved with people. “I have been here for around ten months and this is actually going to be my first battle, but that doesn’t mean anything, Eona is gone I need to take out my revenge for her death.”

He had fierceness in his voice that almost frightened her but she new that he was very close to this girl she did not ask why of course, Neola stared off into the distance looking over at the mountain and the dark clouds, feeling the wind on her face reminding her that she is indeed still alive, she was standing the edge of battle armed with her wits and her sword.

Sam however decided to talk to this Jake person. He seemed to have things quite underhand. “Excuse me Jake that you for acting so quickly when I asked for assistance I just remembered seeing someone do that so I acted upon it, anyway I wanted to ask you is there anything particular we need to do before the battle.” He was being sincere in his question he truly need to know.
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Confusion did not even begin to describe the arbitrary wheels turning in Kei's mind. It seemed as though he was staring into a snow globe; the people around him seemed to be immersed in a world in which the scarred boy was absent. But was he doomed to remain on the outside, looking in?

From what he had managed to gather (which wasn't much-- Kei had been practically oblivious to the goings-on, lost in his own thoughts), a battle loomed on the edge of the sunset. Its reasons for happening were unknown to Kei, but he had a feeling it had something to do with the death of a friend... someone called...Eona? The name had reached his ear a few times too many, but for the time being, Kei was much more concerned about Teo than anyone else.

The thought of his friend being in mortal danger still bounced around in his mind, shattering the wheels and cogs, abandoning all pretense. Kei simply could not accept it, and he doubted he would until he saw it with his own eyes (but he definitely didn't want something bad to happen to Teo at all).

Staring absently into the unfocused shapes huddled on the ground to his right, Keitaro waited. And he waited. Moments passed without any interruptions, wanted or unwanted. The fact still remained that Teo had absolutely ignored Kei's existance since he had arrived, but as soon as Kei moved to react to his annoyance, an odd-shaped blur suddenly appeared in front of the spot he had been gazing at.

Confused, yet again, Keitaro focused his eyes on the shape and realized that it had been Teo who had just apparated. So what kind of powers does he have anyways? Looks like he can teleport, but how could a power like that be able to 'protect' me from the 'main battle?' Shocked at his lack of knowledge about his one and only friend, Kei took a step back and came upon a sight that made his mind do a cartwheel; standing right beside him was Teo, gazing intently at someone outside of Kei's peripheral vision.

Eyes wide, he jerked his head back to where he had just seen Teo to his right, mere seconds before. His jaw dropped of its own accord. There he was, hunched over the giant, who looked like the epitome of misery, glowing tendrils flowing between the two of them. What the...?

Keitaro proceeded to look back and forth from one Teo to the other, heedless of how utterly ridiculous he must have looked to the people around him. Did he... de-materialize? Is this one an apparition? Or like, half of him? Kei had certainly heard about people who could separate their conciousness into 2 bodies...maybe...

In light of his newly-discovered stupidity, Kei turned on his heel and stepped mindlessly toward the first Teo. He placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, fully expecting it to pass through it like a ghost or a cloud of mist. But instead, it lay perched contentedly on top of Teo's (most definitely) solid flesh.

"Teo....?" he inquired at the obviously-more-concerned-with-something-else boy standing in front of him. But will I get an answer this time? he thought to himself.


(((OOC: Wow. Sorry that took so long. Anyways... hope I brought a little light-heartedness to our little thread :D :OOC)))
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~~~~....It is not working...!!~~~~

It had been hard, and Teo, Winter and Kounei had failed. The most powerful healers of AHS, the strongest gestalt healing feedback matrix they had yet attempted, and they could do nothing against this. Emotions heightened as they withdrew. Three Teo's had looked up to Caleb, as they had tried to heal Lance - Winter had morphed to Teo-form from the exertion, and was trembling on the edge of losing physical feature altogether. Kounei for the second time, had done what he had promised not to do again, pulling energy from the not inexhaustible source of two more than willing companions. Except for the tendrils of faint moonlight that flowed from them to him, there were no pyrotechnics, now ethereal glow...everything they had, they gave to Lance. Three minds keened in frustration, even as they held the soul connection strong between them. They were all empaths, and all one person in essence, so what would have thrown Caleb out of the link with a tearing headache, they didn't even notice...

Teo grieving and Winter angry, had listened to Caleb with growing agitation. Discouraged, they watched him turn to leave. They understood that Caleb meant well, but it still felt like they were being left behind! Two would have followed, but before they could take a step, the strong hands of Kounei grasped their shoulders, and a paralysis gripped their minds.

There were differences between Kounei and them, crucial ones oft forgotten because of his Teo-like mildness. He was whole, without the handicaps the others shared, physical or mental. He was not unlike the alternate future Father Minamino, that Teo had known, or Father Winter, as Teo's future self had been called behind his back. Hardened by adversity, yet still kind to the innocent, they both had lacked Teo's sensitive scruples, or the emotional baggage surrounding coercion. Without Teo's loathing, or Winter's defiance, Kounei simply did it, with 200 years more power behind it.

"...Kounei, you've never...you don't understand, I can strengthen them!...
LET ME GO YOU DAMN SHADOW! CALEB NEEDS ME, HE SAID SO!!


For the first time Kounei stared them both down, within and without. Using the soul connection to his own advantage, he showed them what neither wanted to see.

~~~~And the damage you would do, Teo, Winter, would far outweigh the benefits....look at yourselves, younglings, you would tear them apart with your lack of discipline. Caleb will need stability to do what he must, and you can not provide it...can you?~~~~~

Both dropped their gaze, then lifted them, startled.

~~~~And you will not eavesdrop either. You will not be able to resist temptation, and any outside influence, especially from so far, can not but be clumsy, and a danger to them. Do not try to leave, Teo, I will hold you and Winter both here til this is over. You wanted a soul connection so badly, now you have one. If I can hold you both so easily, how will you fare when the true foe comes? There is much to do, here. Come.~~~~

Kounei could feel their mental struggles. How alike, how different, they were from the one he was, back in the dimension he left so long ago......

Another mind, smaller in scope but just as powerful, intruded upon Kounei's consciousness. The little girl, Silence. Pushing against the mental shield he had erected for her protection. He went to her, knelt, his voice kind. He looked just like Teo, spoke like him, moved like him, but knew that she knew he was not...

"Forgive me child, for holding you so...I am...another uncle, do not fear." He was tired, suddenly. It had been an awful drain, and Teo at least was still struggling against his hold. Winter, to his surprise, seemed unconcerned, almost joyful. Kounei knew that, if he were to let go, Teo, in an agony of concern over Caleb, Lance and Brian would go where he thought he was needed...where he wanted to be needed...to show his worth to them...to make amends.

Teo was not 'getting it'...there could have been no more proof of thre one...and the other...the other might never be...Kounei would have to give him time to think, before he reacted...Had Teo and Winter both been fighting, he would have lost them both...as it was the drain on his energy was severe. He would have to withdraw the connection and shields, while still leaving the illusion that they were still there...

Instead of a kneeling form, a small black fox stood on its hinds, one paw on Silence's shoulder where his hand had been, his snow white whiskers brushing her face, the same kind black eyes looking at her. Two black tails, with white tips, rippled in an unfelt wind.

~~~~I am Kounei. Go to your Papa.. He could not see you before, little one, but my shields are gone now, others better suited will keep your uncle safe, go and do the same for your Papa~~~~

Kounei did not even have to gesture to Cyra, she and Keo were already with Teo, holding him. Teo had promised not to eavesdrop, but it was effortless for him at this range. If he didn't let his longing get the better of him, he might have the discipline to withstand what was to come.

He slipped out of the connection, in a way neither Teo nor Winter would notice, to rest. It would be nice if the little girl picked him up to cuddle him, but he would not even suggest it...

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Kounei was right. Teo had much to think about, and the emergency had been more welcome a distraction than he liked to admit. Teo hugged his wife and child tightly...and wondered how such a child as himself even had such luck...he knew he did not deserve them, or the high regard others held him in. He was just blessed, was all...blessed with friends who had faith in him, despite his weakness, and friends who would show him his failures, without sugar-coating them.

A disservice Teo had done them, to be so flighty, so eager to overextend. So foolish. It was one thing, to be an unknown, a sheltered 16 year old who looked 13, coddled and watched out for, protected, even rescued during battles with the SAEMH, and Dark Brethren and others. But now he was a graduate, a counselor yet. And with the position he had daydreamed about, in his longing to help, came the knowledge that he was unprepared, and unsuited to answer the questions, and solve the problems, and heal the lives of those who looked to him.

Teo did not go back to the Memorial, nor would he as long as Winter was barred, but prayed where he stood, quietly. He did not need a special place, anymore. Winter, and the others, were his special place.

...Lord, I am a child, supply my lack...a fool, be Thou my wisdom...
From the desire of being esteemed,
From the desire of being loved,
From the desire of being extolled, .
From the desire of being honored, deliver me.


It seemed odd to Teo, that the one who would save them all, looked up to him. He had only been a guidepost along the way, and the thought that others had and would surpass him, mattered not...indeed, knowing himself the way he was coming to, he hoped they would, all of them. To bring up the rear, a place to covet, to him...the joy of knowing that no one was behind him, that no one would be left behind...

From the desire of being praised,
From the desire of being preferred to others, .
From the desire of being consulted,
From the desire of being approved, deliver me.


Teo had promised not to eavesdrop, and it had been hard, he yearned fiercely for the presence of those he knew battled for a life...but he more and more recognised his place to be here. Not as a leader, not a support, nor a protected icon but just one among them, no better or worse...to give what he could, to be what he was meant to be and not try to be better than he was. His thoughts had not left Brian since this began. Teo had been there for others, but not for him...

From the fear of being humiliated,
From the fear of being despised, .
From the fear of suffering rebukes,
From the fear of being calumniated, Deliver me.


It was a good and holy thing, to go after the one lost, but not to leave the ninty-nine alone and bereft. Had he not gone after Eli, leaving Brian unhealed, broken, alone? To be hated that way, by him, for having such joys as Brian deserved, even more than he, seemed only just.

From the fear of being forgotten, .
From the fear of being ridiculed,
From the fear of being wronged,
From the fear of being suspected, Deliver me,


Principal Mori had shown him his own mistakes, said mistakes were normal. He had never said they did not have consequences....

That others may become holier than I, provided that I become as holy as I should, grant me the grace to desire it. Protect me, from wanting to help, because of the way it makes me feel.

"Teo?"

Teo turned to those who had asked him questions. He felt Keitaro's hand on his left shoulder, and tried to answer his unvoiced confusion. Toroth, in boy form again, slipped under one arm, Keo under the other. Cyra's sweet form, against his back, warmly, her head on his right shoulder. He looked down at them fondly...perhaps now, he would finally be able to do honor to his angel...

"Keitaro, forgive me...I do not have the answers, but I am certain that answers will come. It remains that we are once again called to defend one another, from those who think us evil. And even should they be right, in part, we must be steadfast, knowing that only One alone, has the right of final justice. It is our hearts we must prepare, as much as our weapons, skills and powers...." his voice stilled for a moment, as he looked for Neola. "And hope we must preserve, always. Hold on to it like life."

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Winter did so hold, as he too kept to his own thoughts, wandering about the perimeter. Xandir had come to him, wrapping the living tatoo around a body that was not a body in wordless companionship. Winter surveyed those around him, holding answers he too did not want. But he was drawn back to the place where Lance had fallen, and where Caleb had refused their healing, reflecting it all upon Lance and then leaving, as if the injuries were a burden he could not leave behind.

A glint of low autumn sun limned the last sight Win expected.

Soulraven, in it's sheath against the tree. How had it been, that Caleb had left it, that no one had seen? Caleb never had left the blade, in all his knowing him. Winter approached it, as if pulled.

Keep it...hide it...destroy it...use it...

The only weapon save one, that could kill him instantly. Wielded by him, Morgana's unwilling pawn, it might destroy Excalibur, the only other...

The voice in his head, tormenting, tempting...

Winter touched it, ran his left hand along its length, and tears stung his eyes. His brother's sword, his safeguard, the reason why he could stay among them. He could fight alongside them only because he knew, that if Morgana took him, Caleb could strike him down.

He would keep it...but only until it was called for, by it's rightful companion. Winter clasped the sword belt across his chest, leaning the sheath left against his back that he could grasp it. He would not dematerialise again, not and leave this precious burden. Its weight against his back brought him, almost more joy, than anything ever had. Anything except the sight of the small girl, who had just sen him, whose soul cried one of the dearest words in any language.

...daddy!...

He knelt, his joy complete. For this taste of heaven, this moment that could not be taken, he would go into Hell, gladly.
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Silence's burnished amber eyes were large and wide, but not fearful - the crowd were starting to draw apart, giving the child empath easy vision to the three Teo; one, whose spirit was easily recognizeable, even when reverted into the form of his darker twin, the second brother, whose soul were being teared up by his urge to feel helpful - and a third, the one she recognized solely by the shield he had placed on her. He appeared like an exact clone of Teo, except for his hair - streaked with white, instead of being entirely dark, and his eyes ... his eyes were different.
She realized that he had turned in her direction; was staring at her. She was at a loss as to why at first, then remembered the push she had given the shield, to locate it's source - well, she had found the source. It was walking straight over towards her.
What was she supposed to call him? Teo Two? He had helped Winter and Teo, that was obvious; they knew who he were - how could she have failed to run into him?
She watched him, lacking words, as he knelt down in front of her; their eyesights now in line with each other. His voice was kind, as was his expression; he acted like he was familiar with speaking to children, and she finally decided with herself that she liked him. There was a warmth and care about his personality, alike to that of the Teo she knew, but older, more mature ... and whole.
She nearly drew herself back with sheer shock as she realized that; it was a different version of Teo and Winter both that stared back out at her from those dark orbs. It was one who had never been split into two seperate entities by Morgana's cruel arts, but lived with both parts as a whole, with all it carried with it. It -was- him, after all. Winter had once, a long time ago, been an unseperate part of Teo; had since grown to develop his own unique characteristics. This was a Teo-Winter who had never been seperated that way.

"Forgive me child, for holding you so...I am...another uncle, do not fear."

She was not afraid, though, and she instinctively let him know that empathically, sharing her emotions with him. She was just surprised, and a little puzzled. Another uncle? She was more than willing to accept that; as any child, she had a huge heart and welcomed any and all into it who would treat her as a person, and not just as a troublesome six-year old big baby.
She nodded acceptingly and started smiling; a smile that faded and turned into concern as she realized how fatigued he was; she reached automatically out for his other hand, almost in an attempt to steady him, as if he was ready to fall over at any moment. "Wait ... are you alright? Don't leave me yet ..."

She projected the thoughts directly to him, instead of just thinking them and letting him about picking them up; she did not even notice what she had done, but dropped her jaw from surprise as he started minimizing, growing fur, tails ... but the eyes, the familiar dark eyes, were still the same. Kind, but tired ...

~~~~I am Kounei. Go to your Papa.. He could not see you before, little one, but my shields are gone now, others better suited will keep your uncle safe, go and do the same for your Papa~~~~

Yes, her father! he had worked equally as hard as Kounei and Teo; he had to be exhausted. They all had to be. She sympathized so much with them, knowing how they probably felt, being unable to help one in need of help, and wishing so hard that they could ...
Thank you, uncle Kounei! Not projected this time, the words bubbled happily in her mind as she again spotted her papa; she had been so worried for him, and his troubles were not over yet. He had his own demons to fight, and he would need her presence and to keep him down on the ground, he needed her innocent and simpified view of the world, to remind him that there was a reason to keep fighting. To keep to what he knew held true worth. Hopefully, also to keep him out of Morgana's claws.
She picked up Kounei's vixen form instinctively, cradling him lovingly the way she would a beloved pet, stroking his soft fur, as she started off in a run towards Winter; everything in the world was right again, and she was grinning sillily as she watched him turn, to see her; a joy mirroring her own bloomed up in his eyes, and he started kneeling.

"... Daddy! ..."

She was in his arms before he had even knelt down fully, nearly knocking him over with the impact, her right arm around his neck and hugging him, but she seemed careful not to hug him with her left arm, of some reason ... there was something between them.
She looked down to the black fox in her arm, smiling happily towards her Kitsune uncle, then glanced up to meet Winter's icy blue eyes. It was difficult for any who did not know him, to believe that such warmth could be found in eyes that could otherwise be so cold.
But Silence took it for granted. How could others find him cold and inhuman, when he was so very human in his heart?
She smiled widely and lifted her arm further up, giving Winter full view to the black fox.

"... don't flatten uncle Kounei, dad ... teeheheh ...I just met him; he's nice. Papa, will you teach me how to make shields?"

Her actual speech switched into silent telepathic voicing, in the same sentence; her lips kept moving after she stopped speaking physically - she did not even seem to realize what she was doing, as she eyed her father expectantly, and set up a sweet smile; a child's insatiable curiosity and urge to learn new games shone from her eyes. As Winter did not answer right away, she suddenly turned anxious that perhaps he wouldn't teach her, was too busy or did not think that she should be taught, and she blurted out without thinking about it

" ... uncle Kounei agrees with me."

Her expression became comical, as she remembered that her new-found uncle had not even known that she wanted to learn how to make that kind of mental shielding, and he certainly had agreed to no such thing. She bit into her lower lip and looked down on the black fox.

" ... uhh, I think ..."
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Nearly knocked over, Winter treasured her enthusiastic solidity against him, more than he could express. She was his last remaining solid anchor to the life he had tried to hold on to...but even thinking of that reminded him of the other...that anchor Winter had torn out of his life with his own hands...for a moment, his joy had been complete...

...Autumn, I am sorry...I am so, so sorry...

The fox looked up at Silence, touched his wet nose-pad to her nose, and wriggled free, to land lightly on the ground. His fox-muzzle open, grinning. He had had his time, he was at peace. She had stroked his thick black fur, and showed her love...both fox-mind and empath's heart were well content....

But he knew Winter was not. For the volatile Winter, unlike Teo, moments of joy were fleeting, oft overshadowed. And Winter knew as well as he, how fragile young empaths were. Winter could not shelter her from everything, but he could shelter her from himself...his burdens were not for children.

How odd, Kounei thought, to think that Win, though with 18 years of memories, had only lived a year and a half? If anyone was a child who needed comfort...

Which brought him back to why they weren't with Caleb.

But Silence was too young an empath yet to know what they would know, and Kounei hoped hard knowledge could be kept from her...Kounei had seen her desire to make the thing he had made for her, from the beginning. Winter also, knew, and himself remembered Teo's memories of how crucial the shield Gengoro had made for Teo his very first day here, had been. She might have been surprised at the mental almost-chuckle that passed between the two just then.

Agreed. We will all teach you, child. It was one of the few things they agreed on...it would be the last thing, in a long while.

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There was one knot of people who were completely silent, but with an air of intense conversation, even argument, about them. Empaths, who knew each other well enough to be completely telepathic, and all but hidden among them, children, as empathic as they. Despite the fact that they could communicate without even being within eyesight of each other, they seemed to huddle even closer than was normal for those not so gifted.. in the flashing shifting flow of mental exchange, physical touch meant stability and was crucial. in a mob of people clamoring for answers, one could close one's ears. but among these people, could one close one's heart?

Why are they...WHO ARE THEY...where can we go...WE MUST FACE THEM...we can hold fast...for how long...the children...I will not leave...~~~~~~````````````I will take them`````````````...IF I HAD THE RAVENGATE I COULD TAKE THEM...there is no safety~~~~~~~...THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD!...but there is where Eona was taken...KILLED!...no. I will not believe until I see...~~~~~`````````````take them to Domino...they will be found there...`````````I will care for them...mask them with illusion``````````````...the illusion will be stripped away...the children...the memorial...SHE NEEDS ME...but they will see...what is worse than death~~~~~~...I will stay be your side...I NEED HER......I will not leave you!...too dangerous to be here...If we die, the children will carry on...~~~~~too horrible to be away~~~~~if we die, the children will have no guard from those who hunt them!...to be found...to be killed alone...how...what can we do?...SHE MUST NOT SEE ME DIE!

~~~~~enough~~~~~~


The one word, softer than the others, dominated all. In the ripple of silence, Kounei spoke.

~~~~~~~I too, have a child, back home. The need of the children comes first, we are agreed? Then, we must take them away now. and erase your memory of them, for safety.~~~~~~~~~~~

The draconian idea got immediate and vehement rejection

Memories? Never!...~~~~~~~You must remember Jinsei, they might be able to sift through your mind, and find them...You would rather lose your memories, or their lives?

Surprisingly it was Teo, not Winter, who was most upset. His heart felt hot and sick at the very thought, his stomach felt around his ankles.

...No, no, no! I can't forget, I mustn't, no!.... Kou had never seen his counterpart so frantic. No, terrified. Ah there, a half-buried fear... ~~~~~~~~You are afraid, that if you forget her, she will cease to be? That fear is too deep, for me to deal with, my brother. By the same token, that fear will cause you to broadcast her presence to your enemies. They could use you to track her down, and kill her.~~~~~

The dilemma, greater than all of them...and it was not even nightfall...
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