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Old October 19th, 2007 (03:29 PM). Edited October 19th, 2007 by Loki.
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Jeckt peered out from behind the tallest, thickest tree, its tall strong branches blocking out the moon that was shining eternally upon the realm he called home. With a serene smile, Jeckt moved out of the shadows and tilted his head forward, “My apologies for not coming to greet you earlier, Mistral, but I’ve a certain tendency to feel unwelcome when I arrive uninvited. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Jeckt said, straightening as he held out his hand with his pale palm basking in the glow of the moonlight, “Before any talk of weddings should commence, there is something important that both me and Adela have yet to share with you or your reila, Reid. It is a very regretful prospect that we have held this a secret from the two of you for such a long time, but the time never seemed quite right.”

When Jeckt mentioned the mahstion gun, Adela sat down on one of the chairs and supported her chin on the heel of her right hand, staring instinctively down at her feet like she always did when she felt like she’d lied or deceived someone. She was staring determinedly anywhere but the cream colored bag that was now sitting between herself and the back of the white chair. In her mind, this focus and concentration caused the moon to disappear, the darkness enveloping the realm as the pinpricks of stars became the only light offered.

“Lights.” Jeckt said, only able to see the faintest outline of Mistral now as he peered up at where the moon once shone brightly. As he uttered the word, a number of stars seemed to suck themselves into his palm as they gathered into one little orb of light that soon scattered to position themselves about the mother tree of the forest, leaving the area where Mistral and Jeckt stood adequately light.

“In any sense, it would be best if this secret was revealed and returned to its original owner before the departure for Gregar, and so I must implore that you meet Adela and myself inside the eighteenth control room. It was set out of commission just after Adela entered the Tealian Forces, and there should be no one to disturb us there.” Jeckt said smiling as Adela stood again, irritated.

“Fine.” She spat in response to the people who had contradicted her and otherwise ignored her, “Gregar right? I’m going to go get ready.” Storming out the door, she closed the door with a slight edge, more force then she’d intended causing most of the healers in the hallway to jump a little. Adela took a quick glance and didn’t see the familiar Shiraume anywhere in sight, thus turning and heading straight for the Eighteenth Control Room, where she, Kallen, and Shiraume spent most of their free time gossiping or conversing about recent events. Kallen, however, was currently swamped, and Shiraume MIA.

The mahstion gun was starting to feel like a heavy lead weight.

~

“It’ll be too cold in Gregar to wear this.” Alicel said, “So I’m going to go fishing for a pair of wool tights and a winter jacket, and-“

“I think I should get rid of this tattoo.” Aertan interrupted, holding his limp left hand up to the light to examine the full extent of the damage, the black glove that normally concealed the disfigured hand from view grasped lightly in his right hand, “Or maybe the whole hand in general. It doesn’t really work all that well anymore anyway.”

Alicel stared at the mangled hand, where the rose tattoo still glowed every other second like an eerie pulse. Though the skin around it was charred and blistered, the tattoo was still as it was the last time she’d seen it, when it sat upon smooth and ivory skin, dormant. She blinked when Geote moved forward to grasp Aertan’s hand and he seemed to move away. A trick of the eye? Regardless. If Alicel was going to get a pair of stockings and jacket that matched in some possible way to her outfit, she’d better get moving soon. She left the room, having already announced her destination and goal.

“Give it here…” Came a hoarse hiss of a voice, a deep rumble and Geote beckoned for the hand with his fingers as the fanged mouth upon his palm spoke the words with some difficulty.

Aertan stared with wary eye before also exiting the room without a word to Geote.

~

“So what do you think about it?”

“I was unable to figure out how it works.”
Came the calm reply, “I’m unaware as to even what century it comes from. Is it new, is it old? I cannot deduct this information, nor can I comprehend where this young man may have even gotten hold of this device.”

Standing amongst the wooden crates that now occupied but a small walkway in the middle of the small room of the eighteenth control room, Adela sighed and stared at the flickering screens that produced a small bit of light, enough to walk through by.

Fingering the cold of the gun swathed in her red bandanna, Adela shut the door that had hung slightly open, and contemplated her situation.

Engaged to someone she'd never known all that well, and never liked because of his connections with Commander Milo.

She'd always treated him like a son anyway. Adela frowned and mumbled to herself, "So this is her ploy..."
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Old October 21st, 2007 (02:07 PM).
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"The fifth apostle, Arturo Plasterez, is currently on a reconnaissance mission. I can only lead myself to conclude that he is where this information arrived to us from." Kyra replied to Velin's question as she watched her sister in the corner of her eye. Kira was getting worked up at the thought of leaving the filthy place, and Kyra did not want the twin to do something that would get them off the mission. "Knowing Arturo's nature, it is most likely safe to assume that he is including himself into these numbers, meaning we only need who we have in this room. We'll meet him later. In regards to the prisoner, has the Carn military not charged Cress with the task of watching her? The boy is a little defiant, but I doubt he would try anything in our absence, if that's what you're worried about. Besides, Azyla can watch him if you are that concerned." Her reasoning finished, she stopped talking, her sister following suite just in case. All that was left was to wait for their next orders.

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Reid had difficulty multitasking mentally. Between listening to Faewyn, and the conversation between Mistral and Jeckt, he kept getting lost and mixed up. When Faewyn concluded with her suggestions and suggested time of departure, all Reid could manage was a nod, distracted by his mental, female companion and her antics. Reid was intrigued though, what could Adela possibly have been keeping from him? He had a vague idea. It was never found at the scene of the crime. He mentally kicked himself. Thinking of it made him feel angry, very angry for some reason, and Mistral returned to her realm in Reid's mind upon sensing it. Mistral knew it, but Reid did not: chances were being reminded of his fight with Rod would strongly affect his negafael's presence, which would not be a good thing in the long run. After all was settled, and Adela ran off, Reid called after her, "Er... OKAY! SEE YOU THERE!?"

He departed soon after, walking through the white halls that now permitted a lovely yet mystifying orange glow from the setting sun outside. He made a quick pit stop by the room now harboring the unconscious Commander Milo, but the doctor turned him away claiming she needed more rest. Having nothing else to do aside from leaving to go to his Tealian military sponsored apartment and rest, Reid headed for the eighteenth control room, getting somewhat lost along the way. When he eventually found it, he pushed open the door, only to find himself in a room with very little light. "Erm... hello?"

"Jeckt~" Mistral called mentally.
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Old October 21st, 2007 (03:11 PM). Edited October 21st, 2007 by Loki.
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"Hey!" Adela gave Reid a bubbly grin from one of the crates piled near the ceiling, leaving just enough room for her to be able to sit up straight, "I thought you might've come faster then you did. I've been so serious all these past few weeks, my face almost hurts from frowning so much." Laughing, Adela hopped down and rummaged through her bag, her smile dissolving in place of a frown as she searched. Pulling out the blood caked bandanna that covered part of the mahstion gun, she grasped it tightly and glanced at Reid.

"I'm sorry I didn't give it back to you earlier. It was Rod's, right? The weapon that made that hole in your leg?" Adela said pulling the bandanna off and discarding it. In the gleam of the flickering screens, the device in Adela's hands glinted with a devious shine, and she continued, looking to her side rather then toward the gun and Reid, "I'm going to give it back to you, and I don't really care what you do with it afterwards."

Holding the mahstion gun out she added, "And I'm not going to tell my mother 'no' for real. I can't do that. I don't know you at all, but if you don't want to marry me, of if you, 'want to make your own choices' like the Princess was shouting about before she was kidnapped, then do it. I won't feel bad, if that's what's stopping you. But if you decide to marry me, then I have one thing to say to you."

Jeckt smiled and peered into a small crystal orb, responding to Mistral's call many many sentences too late, with a calm smile upon his face, "Yes, Mistral?"

"You're not allowed to die."

~

"O-Oi!" A healer dressed in a white button up coat and pressed pants stammered, as a trio of them watched with wide eyes.

"Shut up." Aertan snapped, "Come back when it's done if you can't watch. I'll call you or something."

The three scrambled out of the room as Aertan examined the small scalpel in his hand, mumbling to himself, "This'll hurt."

Geote held up a large butcher's knife and Haeon't slapped him and poked his eye with her sharp claw in annoyance.

"No Haeon't, that's a good idea." Aertan said, reaching for the knife that had clattered away when Haeon't slapped Geote, "It'll probably hurt less since it'll be one movement, you know? Geote, you want to do it? Just from the wrist down."

Geote snatched up the butcher's knife without hesitation and aimed carefully, swinging it about as Aertan diverted his gaze and Haeon't switched her mouth to her eye.

And blood puddled on the floor as a hand and a pulsating rose tattoo hit the blood with a sickening splash and thud.
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Old October 24th, 2007 (07:53 AM). Edited October 24th, 2007 by Alter Ego.
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As usual, Velin heard out his fellow apostle's reasoning to the end before making any kind of response.

"If, say a week ago, I had asked you whether or not Cress could be scared off by a handful of children in Tealian uniforms, would you have replied 'yes'?" he inquired rhetorically, "If there's one thing I've learned about Cress Alberto Thylonstus it is that he can not be counted on for anything." the first apostle shook his head in distaste, "But...no matter. I suppose we can spare Ayzla to babysit the both of them." in all honesty, he would have preferred the second over the fifth; Plasterez had a bothersome tendency to simply come and go on his own accord which had never sat well with him, still...he was certainly preferable to either of the two at the bottom.

"Very well, then." he said at last, "We leave forthwith. If you need any belongings, gather them immediately then meet me up at the roof. We'll be flying by natural wind so as to not announce our presence to the prey." he stretched out his wings a bit, feeling the urge of the muscles to finally get to work again. It had been too long since the last mission...far too long, really. It was about time to remind the world why you didn't anger the first apostle...

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"Your movements are too wide."

Reece merely grunted in response, twirling around on the spot and bringing the glaive around in a tighter arc as he slashed for another training dummy, the sharp metal head slicing in through its right elbow and vertically down to the hip, cleaving it in two. He had thought that he knew how frustrating a training session could be, but when his newly acquired fael companion had started finding little faults in everything he did, right down to the way he held his weapon, the soldier had come to appreciate just how soft and merciful his old drill sergeants had been. Reece grimaced; what the hell had he been thinking asking Sieglinde to help him with his technique?

"Balance." Sieglinde's voice scolded, "You extend too far forward when you attack; a skilled opponent could easily knock you off your feet."

"Gee, thanks for the encouragement." the soldier remarked sarcastically, making a quarter turn and slashing up a third training dummy's stomach, stuffing material leaking out onto the ground as he turned to face the one remaining dummy, assuming an offensive stance.

"Less comments, more focus." the fael retorted calmly, "You're a big boy now, so start acting like one and relax your grip - the last thing you want to do is drop your weapon in the middle of a battle."

"Don't know what I would do without you..." the soldier huffed, doing his best to relieve the tension in his arm.

Reece had a vague impression that somewhere in the depths of his mind, that tiny smile was spreading on Sieglinde's face, "I'm afraid to find out." she replied, "Tighter grip. I said relax; not slouch. We're going to keep going at this until you get it right."

Oh yes, this was going to be one long training session...

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"Ah-hah! Found it!"

Faewyn lunged up from her chair, triumphantly holding up the journal between her fingers, even as the small mountain of paper scattered across the desk in her room flew in all directions, "They're all here, every last map I drew." she smiled fondly at the faded pages of the journal, especially the colorful, wobbly-lined map titled 'Our House', "Thanks Isair, I had no idea that you could scroll through notes like that."

"There's no need to thank me, Faewyn." the fael replied amiably, "Your gain is mine, after all."

"Oh, right..." the girl replied, "Well, I'm grateful anyway."

For a moment, she had the feeling that Isair would object to her illogical reasoning, but instead a small burst of polite laughter filled her head, "In that case you are quite welcome, Faewyn." the fael said, "Is there anything else I may assist you with?"

"Let's see..." the girl replied, turning to consult her most recent notebook, specifically the checklist scribed onto the first page, duly jotting down a small mark beside 'Maps', "Alright, we still need...medical supplies." her expression turned more serious, "We don't have Rosaline with us, so we have to be prepared to heal any wounds we might get."

"A good call." Isaire concurred, "I believe the medical ward was down the hallway over there?"

Faewyn nodded, quickly swinging her messenger bag over her shoulder while clasping the notebook in her right hand as she strode out of the room. And sure enough, it didn't take long for her to notice one of the local medics, crouching outside of the room.

"Excuse me!" the girl called, "I would like to request some medical supplies for a special mission in-"

"S-supplies?" the doctor looked like he had seen a ghost, cold sweat running down his brow in streams as he stared at Faewyn, "No, you know what-go ahead! It's completely against protocol, but go ahead! You dot people are all insane; take what you need! Self-amputate as many limbs as you damn well please! Just see if I care! I should have taken that damn lawyer education!" he threw his arms up in frustration, stomping down the hallway without giving Faewyn any chance for further inquiry.

"Self-amputation?" the girl echoed quizzically, "Oh come on, who would possibly want to-"

It was then that the soft but unmistakable thud of a severed hand striking the floor carried out through the door, though to Faewyn this was of course little more than an undetermined noise. She didn't like the sound of it, though.

"Faewyn...are you sure of this?" Isaire inquired as the girl reached a shaky hand towards the door handle, "You may not like what you find on the other side."

'I know.' the girl replied, gathering her composure for a moment before pressing down the handle and throwing the door wide open.

Even though part of her mind had known that only one of the so-called 'dot people' could be both reckless and composed enough to amputate their own limb, it didn't make the sight of Aertan's bloodied stump of a hand any more pleasant, and Faewyn couldn't help clasping her mouth with her free hand. She soon composed herself again, though.

"Aertan..." she began hesitantly, "Do you need a hand?" she paused, realizing what she had just said and quickly pressing on, "Sorry, that was a bad choice of words on my part. I-what I meant to say was: do you need some help with that? Taking care of your arm, I mean." she finished to forestall the possibility of the priest offering her that bloodied hatchet one of his ghoulish companions was currently holding onto.
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Old October 25th, 2007 (04:22 PM).
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"But..." Kyra held her tongue. She new better than to contradict Velin's words, even if they were purely accusatory. If it had come to the point where four apostles had to deal with this 'handful of children', Cress was most likely justified when he made the decision to flee. "Never mind, I apologize." She bowed apologetically, before turning her back to the man and beckoning for her sister to follow her out the door. Things are going to become difficult around here soon. Common sense would suggest retreating, but Kira would never go with me, and she can sense my presence as I can sense hers, which would ensure my recapture and discipline. It seems conclusive that I have no choice but to remain here and hope nothing too terrible occurs... She thought to herself as she exited the door, taking one last glance back at the man beyond the darkness of the room.

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"Adela... this is..." Reid's voice quivered as he firmly took the weapon from the girl's hands. He had originally be thrown off by Adela's cheery attitude towards him, but he could see that it had been a guise to mask how she was really feeling about the whole ordeal. He held it out in a manner that suggested he was going to fire it, but didn't. "This is how he held it before he shot me. Before I... killed him." He suddenly aimed the gun at Adela's head, his eyes glazed in a dark green colour.

Inside the realm of his mind, a battle was ensuing. There was Mistral, and some other girl who appeared similarly to Mistral. Her shade of green was darker, her eyes blood red, and dressed in dark green armor that was reminiscent of a samurai, with a long thin sword appearing to be of a similar origin. "Don't interfere, weakling. I'm taking control now, thanks to Reid's instability in regards to that strange, delectable weapon." She licked her lips as she gazed upon Mistral, who was already on her knees from taking a sword blow to the stomach, her blood puddling up on the ground below her. Her breaths grew thicker, longer, as she attempted to create a plan of action. If only Maelstrom hadn't sneaked up on her and dealt a blow before she had a chance to notice her presence. Though this was a negafael she was talking about. It wouldn't play fair. "What's the matter? You understand what will happen if I destroy you, right? You'll be locked in the back of Reid's mind just as I was, unable to do nothing but watch as we destroy everyone and everything." Luckily for Mistral, this girl talked too much.

Feeding off of Reid's energy, Mistral got to her feet and made a mad dash towards the dark side, wionus forming around her fist, until it began to glow brightly. Thanks to Reid's energy, she was capable of moving fast enough that Maelstrom was incapable of dodging. She threw her fist up in an uppercut manner, and the wionus exploded upon impact, engulfing both girls. As the smoke cleared, Maelstrom was nowhere to be found. Only Mistral, falling onto her back onto the ground, burns coating her body in addition to the large sword wound horizontally through her stomach, and another up her right arm.

At the same time of Mistral's collapse, Reid did the same. His form quickly changed so that Mistral was the predominant material body, although her wounds were still present in this form. She managed to murmur a meek whisper of a "help..." before the usual glow around her body faded and her the glint in her eyes disappeared suggesting she had lost consciousness. "ADELA." Reid contacting the girl from within his own mind. "She needs treatment NOW! She told me that she needs another fael to transfer some of their energy to her to help heal her wounds, but even after that she'll require a full night of rest to fully recover. I've let her my material form until then, please have Jeckt help her!" Of course, Adela would most likely be thoroughly confused as to what was going on.

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Cress gazed into the darkness that was holding cell number 33. He had been charged with taking care of this prisoner as well, and loathed it greatly. She always insisted in talking with him about the strangest things. His likes, dislikes, his life in general. He had no choice but to abide, however, he had been charged with giving this girl whatever she wanted, within reason. "Yo, I'm here." He said in an uncaring manner towards the shaded figure. Despite what he liked to think, he kind of had a soft spot for her. All he received from the darkness was a loud cough. "You sick?" Cress sighed as he planted his hand on his head. "I'll have to go get medicine then..." As he turned to walk out the door, a voice beckoned him to stop.

"Wait, I'll be fine. I'm more concerned about you, anyways." The voice was alluring, noble, and hinted that it usually possessed some strength, though it had worn weak and dull after the time she had spent locked up.

"Me?" Cress raised a brow as he tapped his right index finger on his chin. "Stop being illogical. I captured you, why would you of all people worry about ME?"

"You have no memory, do you? You're in much pain, both mentally and physically. Perhaps if you-"

"SHUT UP. You don't know me, so stop talking like you do." He silenced her, before turning his back to her, a fresh grin appearing on his face once more. "Say, how would you like to go see your sister?"

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Old October 25th, 2007 (05:55 PM).
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Aertan could only manage a small choke of a laugh at Faewyn's words while he tried his hardest not to grasp his arm in writhing pain. He brushed his sleeve across his eyes just in case, (but he wasn't going to cry over something pansy like this, of course,) and swallowed a lump in his throat. A priest, but as one could see from his rather pathetic muscular build, Aertan was certainly not cut out for dealing with pain like a man. Haeon't lead Faewyn into the room as she explained the situation, while Geote swung the door shut behind Faewyn, but not before wrenching one of the two remaining shaking healers into the room by the collar.

"You see," Haeon't said in the raspy hiss that belonged to the hand she was embodied by, rather then her normally obnoxious and commanding voice, "The hand that was cut off had the tattoo on it, and it's quite a dangerous procedure to remove the tattoo but keep the hand. Master decided it was best to be rid of the thing entirely, as, after all, it was already burned and disfigured to the point where it was nearly useless, and it would simply be a nuiscance later on."

"And he's got an extra pair of hands anyway, right?" Geote cackled, referring to himself and Haeon’t while picking up the tattooed hand and devouring it in one gobble.

"Thanks for that." Aertan choked out, turning a slight shade of green at the sight of Geote swallowing his hand. He would've liked to say more to the arrogant hand, but he was sure that if he said anything more, he'd definitely throw up.

"You there." Geote spun around to face the healer who seemed to lose all and any courage at the sight of the bloody fangs and mouth that spat words at him, "Heal it."

"Before it gets infected." Haeon't added in explanation, before picking up a roll of white bandages and ointment that had already been prepped beside the tray Aertan's now stump of an arm rested upon, "If you'd like to help, you can bandage it up after he's done healing. After all, we can't heal it all at once, that’s just not something you can do, so it'll have to heal manually, says Master Aertan." She placed the bottle and bandages in Faewyn's hands before floating back to her place next to the arm, switching her mouth to her eye.

Aertan ran a hand through his white and red hair as the healer set an orb of Lionus around the bleeding arm, and Geote cleaned up the blood on the floor by sucking it up like a vacuum. As the Lionus stopped most of the bleeding and numbed the pain, Aertan let out a shaky breath before turning to Faewyn with a somewhat irritated yet intrigued expression, "What're you doing here anyway??"

~

Adela’s first reaction to when he aimed it at her in demonstration was to take a wary step back. And what a right move that was. She blinked when his eyes glazed over and her eyes darted from the door back to Reid’s face. She could think only of getting out of the room where Reid pointed that device point-blank at her, the device that had cleanly shot through his bones as if they were jelly. And the thought of defending herself or attacking back hardly seemed like an option to her. The idea of being his fiancé had already sunk in.

“R-“ Just as Adela started to say his name in a trembling voice, he collapsed, and the device clattered to the floor. Adela’s first instinct was to fall to her hands and knees, and push the gun away, letting it skid across the floor before turning back to look at Reid who had promptly changed from him to Mistral. Adela couldn’t hear Mistral’s murmur, but Jeckt did, and inside the realm of Adela’s mind, Jeckt frowned.

With this tiny movement, the crystal ball in Jeckt’s hands shattered into pieces, like glass, and Adela’s eyes turned a very bright shade of yellow, and the tips of her hair that normally flipped upwards began to curl in as they started to dye themselves black, the color seeping up her teal locks like a poison.

“I can’t say I’m particularly fond of this outfit…” Jeckt joked as he turned Mistral onto her back and brushed her hair away from her forehead. It was quite obvious that there wasn’t even the slightest trace of mirth on his frown and serious face. He touched the tips of his index finger and middle finger to Mistral’s forehead and a black goo began to ooze from his fingers like black honey, his hand dissolving away as the goo made it’s way from Jeckt’s hand into Mistral’s forehead, the wounds along her body beginning to close themselves and the burn receeding.

“Reid,” Adela called back, “What’s going on?!”

When Jeckt’s entire hand had dissolved away, he stood up, taking Adela’s body with him, and grimaced as he squeezed his wrist and the same goo came bubbling up to form a new hand. Looking down, Jeckt examined the blackening cuts and the burn that was now only a patch of angry red skin.

“That should do fine. The blackness will fade once my hand has finished doing it’s job.” Jeckt shrugged, smiling as Adela stumbled back to her hands and knee’s in surprise at being put back in control. Picking up the crystal ball with his right hand, the glass having pulled itself back together so one couldn’t even tell it’d been broken. Jeckt smiled pleasantly and said, “If Mistral needs more help, tell her that she’s free to call for me. But she should be well enough to be able to stay in Reid’s mind now, as I quite dislike being in that dress of yours.”

Adela noticed first that Jeckt’s entire left arm was gone, and she examined her own right hand before glancing at the gun.

“It’s best if neither you nor Reid touch that at the moment.” Jeckt intervened as Adela reached out to pick it up, “I’m missing a chunk of my power and that device doesn’t seem to favor plufael’s over negafael’s. It wouldn’t be surprising if the same happened to me as did to Mistral if you touch it… Although…” Jeckt glanced at the trunk of the largest tree with a smirk curling upon his lips as he gazed at a heavily chained up boy with a passive look upon his tanned face and yellow eyes, orange strands of hair hanging in his eyes just as Jeckt’s black fringe hid his own eyes, “I don’t think Xaviae is going to escape anytime soon.”
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"You...can talk?"

Faewyn couldn't help the question as one of Aertan's ghoulish hands addressed her, but as it continued by ushering her inside and explaining the situation, she kept quiet so as to not miss out on anything important.

"These are his faels, I believe." Isair explained.

'Really?' Faewyn shot back, having forgotten about the little 'mental link' bit Mistral had explained about, 'But I thought faels just lived in your head? Why are they...you know, growing out of his wings?'

"That I don't know." the fael conceded, "It may be that the faels of your friend here are simply more strong willed than most, or perhaps this is a reaction to the mark of Thylonstus." he gave the mental equivalent of a shrug, "Of course this is all speculation...probably best left for another time."

'Right.' Faewyn replied, placing the checklist and bag at a nearby table before accepting the objects Haeon’t offered her, carefully measuring out a length of bandage and soaking it in the ointment. The healer's mahstion may have healed the worst of the gruesome wound, but it was probably best not to touch it any more than absolutely necessary. Aertan was taking it all surprisingly calmly, but odds are that it was just shock. If this was the case, however, the priest certainly wasn't showing it, seizing on the relief granted by the healer's efforts to ask what Faewyn was doing in the room in the first place.

"I just came to get some supplies for the mission." the girl replied truthfully, grasping Aertan's arm a fair bit above the wound and starting to wrap the bandages around it. Normally, she would have been a bit more hesitant about touching Aertan like that, but this situation was different; he wasn't the creepy hunter person right now, he was just someone in pain, "I mean, we don't have any Lionus users with us so, when-" she paused, quickly correcting herself "-if someone gets hurt, I want to be prepared. I don't want anyone to suffer..." she sighed, wrapping an additional layer of bandage around the stump that used to be the former priest's hand, just to make sure that it held, a distinct undertone of sadness in her usual cheerful voice, "...there's been more than enough of that already." for a few moments, an awkward silence hung in the air as she finished her work, but eventually Faewyn broke it.

"There, it's not too tight is it?" she inquired, "Oh, and Aertan..." the girl gathered her courage, looking the person she had hated so strongly mere weeks ago straight in the eye, "I know that it hurts, your faels know that it hurts, there's no-one else around and none of us are telling on you, so you really don't have to hide it. If that wound starts acting up, let me know right away, okay? You don't have to deal with everything on your own."

Her little speech thus finished, Faewyn took a deep breath, breaking the eye contact and placing bandage, scissors, and ointment aside before starting to rummage around the various cupboards in search of supplies.


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Old October 26th, 2007 (02:31 PM).
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Normally, Aertan would’ve adamantly protested to letting anyone touch him, certainly when he was still letting the fact that he would never be able to use his non-existent left hand ever again sink in. As such, he simply held his arm out in a sort of haughty grudge-like way as Faewyn bandaged it up. While he silently brooded over the turn of events that put him here in the first place, Haeon’t hovered over the bandaged wound with great interest, but not before saying indignantly, “Of course I can talk! You think I can even see with that ridiculous tattoo on me? If they brand that thing on me, then they’ve branded it on my real body too you know! Tylonstus! Feh!”

Aertan instinctively looked to where his left hand had once been; expecting the burning sensation that usually overcame him whenever these discussions were taking place. But instead all he saw was the bandages and felt little more then the reduced throbbing pain of no longer having an arm there. The sharp sting had been ebbed away thanks to the Lionus, but the original burning and pain from the loss of his hand had felt somewhat similar to the tattoo when it was at its worst. He resisted the urge to smile at the difference in his freedom now that he was without either the burden of Carn, or the evidence of his family heritage. Aertan listened politely to Faewyn’s words, inquiring about the bandages and the pain.

“The bandages are fine. And it didn’t hurt too terribly. I’m not going to cry for you if I’ve already stopped myself.” Aertan shrugged, “I’m decent enough to be a wuss on my own time.”

He paused and thought about what Faewyn had said earlier.

“Are you talking about Rosaline, Alicel, and Princess Juliet?” Aertan asked, blinking as he stared down at his stump of an arm, “Suffering is inevitable, if you don’t mind me saying. You shouldn’t bring it on yourself to stop others from suffering when you’re going through just as much yourself.”

He stared at the door, where Geote had roughly tossed the healer out when Faewyn had finished bandaging Aertan’s arm, “You’re looking for your parents, aren’t you?”

Closing his eyes in thought he sighed, “I forgot to ask about it, and it didn’t seem like a pressing issue when I went back to Carn after Haeon’t was injured that one time. I wasn’t lying, in that cell when I told you I didn’t know anything. But, this is just something I thought of after that monster showed up. You said earlier that they were snooping about stuff Carn didn’t want known. There’s this freaky priestess at my church, and she’s obsessed with Tylonstus. Can’t get her mind off of it.”

“When I was younger, she told me that the worst criminal’s are judged by Tylonstus. I thought it was just to scare me into not doing bad things, but I was thinking about it before I cut off my hand… That weird monster thing that took Rosaline away. He said he was a representative of Tylonstus, didn’t he? He probably knows all about it. You should ask him, when we find Rosaline.”

~ + ~

"You seem to have forgotten that Aertan was a Svartel."

"I didn't forget. I just don't think I should gawk at him every passing minute and demand answers from him about something that shouldn't include everyone else. They don't know I'm not a Florinen, remember? I'll ask him about it some other time." Alicel thought as she wandered through the halls, having successfully procured a white double-breasted coat lined with matching white fur lining the rim and inside, "Besides, it doesn't matter anymore. Rosaline is more important, isn't she? I'm looking for Rosaline and he's looking for Juliet. We should make sure they're not sacrificed before-..."

"What? What's going on?"

"This whole thing. Aertan was only coming with us before so he could save Juliet right? But before that, he was fighting to capture Rosaline to save Juliet. His ultimate goal is to save Juliet."

"I thought we'd already clarified that."

"We did. But think about it. Aertan's goal has already been fulfilled." Alicel sank into a chair, "Rosaline was captured and brought back to Carn. So... why is he still hanging around?"

"Well duh, [/i]Juliet is still missing dumb-butt." Kranius reasoned with a dry voice.

Alicel let out a breath, “I suppose.

~ + ~

“Ouch.” Villa said in a harsh voice as she opened her eyes in one swift movement, “My head hurts.”

Sitting up she grabbed a fistful of white linen sheets and wrenched them off the bed she’d been laying upon just earlier. As the white fabric fluttered silently to the floor, nearly invisible against the white floors and walls had it not been for the light, Villa blinked.

“Oh.” She said in a hurt tone as she hurried over to pick it up, “I’m sorry.” She said to nobody in particular, simply feeling the need to apologize. Staring at the white sheets in her hands she frowned slightly before taking a deep breath. Walking over to the white desk while letting the sheets slowly trail out of her loosened grasp, she stared at the blank white paper already prepared on the table and picked up the black pen, examining it silently before sitting down to write her report, brushing her sleeves back to reveal long fingers and nails. The way Villa wrote was certainly a sight, using only the tips of her nails to drag the pen back and forth in neat script. And this particular report caused her to pace back and forth as she tried to get rid of the nagging migrane that kept coming back after every other paragraph she’d written.

“…ADELA!” Villa shrieked, remembering the little girl’s name.
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Old October 27th, 2007 (11:00 AM).
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Reid struggled to get up after bringing Mistral back into his mind, his breathing obviously heavier than normal. Apparently is anything happened to Mistral, he received some degree of her burden himself. He safely assumed it worked in reverse as well. He staggered to the room's exit, glancing back at Adela one last time. "Don't worry, I won't die. When I decide on something, I'll see it through to the end. While I can't be certain what lies ahead, I'll see through whatever you choose." That was the best response he could give to accepting the marriage for now. It was true, the future is full of surprises, no single person can identify what is to occur next, at least not in detail. Anything could occur. And with that, he left towards his apartment down the street from the infirmary.

He arrived at apartment number 343, on the third floor, and made haste to pack for the next day, before crashing back onto his bed. As he stared up at the ceiling, he couldn't help but reflect upon everything that had happened during the day. Despite the face he had put on during the day, he was torn up inside, but he wouldn't allow anyone else to know that. Rosaline's kidnapping, Milo's injury, the fact that he almost killed Adela, and then Mistral's injury. In the end, he began to cry before falling asleep.

The night came and went, and Reid was greeted at a very early hour by the sound of thunder and lightning outside. He stirred aimlessly for a few minutes, before eventually removing himself from his soft and warm slice of heaven that was his bed. He wearily made his way into the small bathroom provided, and flicked on the light, which blinded him temporarily. He almost had a heart attack when his vision cleared, and he found himself looking at Mistral in the mirror, which just turned out to be him in her form again. "...What are you doing?" He sighed aloud in Mistral's voice as he pulled her bangs out of his eyes, before quickly losing control as the arms moved on their own to lift up their white bed shirt to reveal their feminine stomach. Where there was once a large sword wound, was now perfectly smooth and untainted skin, as Mistral demonstrated by making the hands rub the stomach, before Reid finally kicked her and her form back into his head. "Would you stop doing that! You could have showed me that inside my head you know!" He scolded her, but only received a giggle in return. He proceeded with getting ready, showering, brushing his teeth, dressing into his outfit from the day before (he intended to change into something warmer during the flight), and packing the last few items into his bag. When he went to leave his key with the front desk, the manager delivered him a message. The night before, Reid had requested the staff book a flight to Beta, and they had delivered. The manager had informed him of this, and claimed he had sent out several other staff to notify his companions. They were to meet at the eastern docks of Meredy in half an hour.

Reid arrived there about ten minutes early, the rain still pouring down accompanied by thunder and lightning. He walked along the dock and glanced down towards the ground very far below that was inhabited by the wingless, before glancing at the ship that was to take them to their destination. Flying ships were a real piece of work. Completely run by wionus, one ship could carry a maximum of 80 passengers with the use of only two wionus users. Reid sat on the dock's end as he waited for the others.
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Old October 28th, 2007 (06:26 PM). Edited October 28th, 2007 by Loki.
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ic; "Thank you!" Alicel said cheerfully as the mail man took her letter in hand and flew off, with his mail bag secured to his side and his over-grown pidgeon wings beating the air for lift-off. She had taken the last few minutes of the day to go shopping with Adela, who had insisted on her coming with her. She hadn't been able to find any woolen stockings in the Base anyway, so Alicel didn't protest. Not like she got the chance to anyway. Deciding that she would definitely find a way to get some sort of income eventually, Alicel sighed and picked up the drawstring bag that held her coat, stockings, gloves, and other things she thought she might need in Gregar, before looking up at the dreary sky. What a depressing send-off. Though their mission wasn't exactly a positive one, anyway.

"BIMBO!!"

Alicel stiffened and frowned at this nickname Adela had officially assigned her. She really wished the little girl wouldn't walk around shouting it.

"Are you ready to go?" Adela grinned as she splashed through the rain puddles, holding an entirely black parasol, while defending her new white and green polka dotted winter jacket from the wet weather with Dation. Alicel assumed that the parasol was also made of Dation. Though it was hardly cold, even with the rain, Adela had stated to Alicel earlier on that she would probably fall asleep on the flight, and she was quite the demon when stirred from a nap.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Aren't you hot in that?" Alicel replied, referring to the black stockings and green boots.

"Not really, since it's raining, it's cooler, and it's not like I can wear my regular shoes in the rain anyway. They're cloth, so they'd get wet and crummy. Besides, I like this outfit. Let's gooo!"

As the two walked toward the Meredy Docks, Adela talked about everything from archery, to stuffed animals with a smile on her face, while Jeckt sat silently in her mind, facing a chained up Xaviae with a peaceful expression while he peered into his crystal ball. It was reflecting scene's from this morning, when Adela had rushed out of the house and into the base to pick up the mahstion gun in which he'd forbidden her to pick up the day before. She wasn't about to leave it behind for Kallen to find. It was dangerous, after all. And what it did to people was the scariest of all. He looked up from the crystal ball as it came to the scene where she touched it, and switched from a third party view, to Xaviae and Jeckt, who were both observing Adela as she picked up the gun and stowed it away for a second time.

[i]"Are you going to attack me, in this window of opportunity?" Jeckt's smile turned into a mocking smirk while Xaviae sighed indifferently.

"There's not much point. The chains are fixed to equal my power, so if I get a boost, then the chains will too, right?" He said in a bored tone.

"That's right." Jeckt laughed, "You've finally resigned yourself to fate, hm? Now I wouldn't try any tricks again, I know why that gun gets heavier the longer Adela carries it. Don't feed it, you sneak."

"What I do is my business, as long as I'm all chained up, right?"[i]

"And my favorite stuffed animal is Moo-Moo, and he's a cow. I like polka dots, and his spots make him look like he's wearing polka dots, but I guess I like Firedoggie, he's my Dalmatian. He's a stuffed animal too though." Adela was saying as Jarek taunted a nonchalant Xaviae, blocking his and Xaviae's exchange from her ears, "Hey, I never found out, where are you from? Carn, like Rosaline?"

"No, I'm from Alta." Alicel answered as they approached the docks, using her mahstion to guide the water away from her so that the water fell away from her, "Though my entire family is from Carn, and my hometown is pretty close to the border. Aertan is in my family, though I'm not sure how we're related. Judging by our ages, he's probably my cousin or something."

"Ohh, so that's why you don't have a tattoo. I was wondering about that." Adela said skipping ahead and walking backwards, "I'm a natural born Tealian. But I guess not many kids my age could get into the Tealian Forces if you weren't originally Tealian anyway. Oh, actually, Aertan could be your brother you know."

"No, his mother died a few years before I was born, the book on our family says so." Alicel shrugged, "He kind of gives me the creeps."

"I think he's funny!" Adela laughed.

"...Funny...?" Alicel sweatdropped, unable to recall any instance in which Aertan could possibly be even connected to the word 'joke' or 'laugh'.

~

"You're here awful early." Aertan said flatly, walking up to Reid and taking a sweeping glance around to hopefully catch sight of someone else who had gotten here just as early as them. Aertan was early merely because as the one who originally a villain, he wasn't about to go and let their imaginations romp about, making theories as to why he was late. In the morning he had gone to the infirmary to have his arm re-bandaged, and it was as Haeon't said; it looked considerably less gruesome, though still odd nonetheless. Over his head, Geote held an umbrella he'd borrowed/stolen from the infirmary, and this kept Aertan quite dry, along with the help of his wings. Draped over his shoulder was his jacket, double breasted and lined with fur. So he was a priest. Didn't mean he had no money for a jacket. After the pain and shock had dulled off even more then when he'd been discussing his theory to Faewyn, he'd gone and asked a healer to sew on an extension to his sleeve, so no matter which way he moved his arm, nobody would have to bear witness to the stump that made he himself gag as well.

"Hmmm." Aertan turned around and peered down the streets that lead to the dock, still hoping to see someone who would save him from having to strike up conversation with a brat who shot an arrow through Haeon't. However, he promptly turned around when he saw his two saviors. Definitely not his first-rate choices.

"Hi guys!!" Adela called as she waved to them enthusiastically.
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Old October 29th, 2007 (03:24 AM). Edited October 29th, 2007 by Alter Ego.
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The night had passed in a flash for Faewyn. She had barely managed to lay her head on the pillow when a crack of thunder had announced daybreak. The weather was hardly the most invigorating around, but Faewyn didn't mind. Her conversation with Aertan yesterday had left her feeling strangely optimistic. He was a nice person, even though he tried to hide it and looked so imposing, the former priest really was a nice person deep down like she had thought. Granted, this was the way Faewyn thought about most people, but it was a pleasant surprise to find that she had actually been right for a change.

As such, Faewyn was as chipper as could be as she strode down the rainy streets, invoking a number of quizzical glances from passers by. In preparation for the trip, she had reluctantly conceded to exchanging her tank top for her old shirt, thrilled to find a sweater of a shade very close to the color of the switched out garment in a store. It wasn't her outfit that got the stares, though, it was the breeze that followed her, gently but firmly altering the trajectories of the incoming raindrops so that they fell just short of the girl.

"Good morning!" Faewyn called merrily as she spotted her friends on the dock, giving them all a wave in greeting as she strode over. Her glance subconsciously shifted towards Aertan's bandaged arm, but she caught herself in mid-action and managed to feign having stared at the ship behind him in awe instead. After all, she was genuinely impressed by this type of machinery. She really would have wanted to ask how the former priest was holding up, but given his wish to "be a wuss in his own time" as he had put it, he would undoubtedly not have appreciated the question in such company. And speaking of company...Faewyn blinked.

"Where's Reece?" she asked no-one in particular, re-adjusting the strap of messenger bag to a slightly more comfortable position, "Isn't this the time we were supposed to meet?"

Faewyn didn't need to wait long for her answer, though, as a loud shout broke through the morning air.

"Wait up!" a dot of red hollered from the distance, growing larger at a rapid rate. Soon, it was close enough to be identified as the figure of Reece; the soldier was in full sprint, and by the looks of it he had spent the morning in exercise, sweat mingling with the raindrops running down his soaked, blonde hair and face. The soldier, too, seemed to have gone through an outfit change of sorts, his usual shirt and trousers now covered by a thick overcoat in the same garish shade of red as his shirt and the light, sandal-like footwear replaced by a pair of heavy, dark brown boots. As Reece came to a halt by the group, he took a few seconds to catch his breath and brush his damp hair aside from his face before turning to give the group his usual confident grin.

"Sorry I'm late." he remarked, still panting lightly from exhaustion, "I finally got it just right, so I sort of lost track of time on the practice field. So, are we ready to go? I'm itching to put this new technique of mine to the test."

Within the combined mines of the group, an ever so slight martyr's sigh escaped Sieglinde, "I did try to remind him about the time." she remarked, "But Reece insisted on going another round. My apologies for this delay. And Isaire, is that really necessary?" she directed the last question towards Faewyn's mind, indicating the re-directed droplets.

"It's no bother." the fael replied calmly, "And considering the temperatures we're heading into, it wouldn't be prudent to arrive soaked. Speaking of which..." through Faewyn's eyes, Isaire turned his glance to Reid, "Perhaps we should move somewhere more sheltered? We have too much riding on this mission to jeopardize it by having someone catch a cold."
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Old November 1st, 2007 (03:43 PM).
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Reid perked up in shock as Aertan addressed him upon his arrival in a flat tone that reminded him of his father. He got to his feet once more, and looked the man over. Something definitely seemed different about him, and Mistral confirmed this by saying she wasn't sensing as strong a dark aura from him as he had been exerting the day prior. Reid's eyes eventually wandered over to Aertan's side- "HOLY CRAP WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!?" Reid and Mistral shouted in absolute unison, both verbally and mentally towards Aertan's fael. Yup, part of the man's arm was certainly absent, which wasn't exactly a natural occurrence. "I certainly hope you know what you're doing..." Reid sighed as his arms fell back to his sides, eyes twitching in irritation, "We don't need another burden." He made an implied reference to Reece, who had arrived late. Perhaps it was because of the situation with Rod, but Reid had become much more suspicious of people. Mistral hoped he wouldn't become some dried up kid who trusted nobody by the time their journey was through.

Now you two lovebirds settle down. Mistral joked as she entered the conversation between Sieglinde and Isaire. We haven't formally met yet, have we? I'm Reid's fael, Mistral, nice to meet you! She curtsied in her sundress in a cute manner, before making contact with Jeckt. I guess I owe you a debt of gratitude. I probably would have died last night if nobody was around. Meet us out on the deck in about half an hour. We have something for you guys. Mistral proceeded to cut off her link with Jeckt, and returned to her 'conversation' with the other two, leaving Reid to blush and avoid eye contact with Adela for the time being.

With all said and done, Reid proceeded to board the airship. It was an even greater sight to behold while on board than off. The entire thing was designed similar to a blimp, however the construction of the body was reminiscent of ancient pirate ships, although made of steel and lined with rows and rows of seats on the deck and below. In fact, these were the types of ships sky pirates used, albeit modified. The ship finally departed, giving the passengers a clear view of the vast world below them. They flew over many small floating islands, the minuscule oceans, both the desert and small forested lands of the Underneath. From up in the light purple sky, the world looked so small. They traveled for about half an hour before Reid chose an empty area on the deck to meet Adela upon. The temperature was slowly becoming cooler as the went further north. It would be time to change soon.

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"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? GET THEM THE HELL OUT OF THERE!" Cress shouted out of pure hatred at the large man in the white lab coat, whom of which stabbed the apostle in the stomach with a large knife, not saying a word, and leaving the knife there, which in turn sent Cress to his knees. "DAMMIT. ANSWER ME." They were in what appeared to be a lab, and Cress was badly beaten up, a sign that he had dared to resist the Carn military during the night. Not much was in this brightly lit white room other than a large chamber that appeared to be in use. On the ground beside Cress in a painful position was Azyla, whom the scientist had shot upon the entrance of the two apostles into the lab with a strange, black, metal device.

"What do you think I'm doing, seventh?" The man replied in a voice that touched on insanity as he ripped the knife out of the boys stomach, spilling his blood upon the floor even further before kicking him onto his back. "I'm creating an eighth, one more powerful and obedient than that damn Velin, as per Padre's request, of course." A grin formed on his face, a grin that made Cress want to get up and choke him. But alas, his vision was fading quickly, along with his ability to move. If only the others weren't away on a mission. Whether or not they liked Cress would have been irrelevant, none of them would have stood for THE Padre scheming against them, especially by utilizing prisons meant to be shipped to the capital.

"...Bastard..." He murmured before passing out.

"Now, I hope when you two wake up, you'll realize who you're dealing with.
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Aertan leaned back slightly and stared up at the rainy sky with a bored expression, stuffing his hand into his pocket as Reid discovered his loss of arm. He listened patiently, and stifled a yawn midway through. He was getting tired already.

“A burden?” Aertan raised an eyebrow, glaring down at Reid with great distaste, “Even if I cut off my hand, I still have one more hand then you.” He waved lazily at Geote and Haeon’t before replacing his hand, “Either way, you shouldn’t refer to us as burdens, because quite frankly, that’s not the best way to go about making allies. I’m sure you wouldn’t be all too thrilled to go face that apostle all by your little lonesome.”

In the meantime, Adela grinned at Reid while pretending she didn’t notice his actions of avoiding her gaze as she pressed down on her messenger bag, loaded down by the lead burden of the mahstion gun. Again. She wasn’t too keen on staring at him either, seeing as having a gun pointed at you wasn’t exactly something to recover from a few hours later. And so, she covered up her discomfort by rambling off to Alicel for the second time about her stuffed animals. (Only one of which actually existed.) As she listed them off, Jeckt smiled and nodded to Mistral, telling her that they’d definitely be there, and that she owed him nothing. He was still sitting in front of Xaviae, though the latter had long ago nodded off into a restless nap, his head dangling limply from his neck as he was propped up by the chains. Jeckt turned back to his crystal ball and ignored the conversations that the other faels were participating in. He had no interest in trivial things like that. The chains were getting weaker, after all, and it was Jeckt’s duty to make sure that Xaviae stayed right where he was.

By the time that everyone had safely boarded the airship, Aertan had made himself comfortable in one of the sitting rooms, trying to ignore the unskillfully hidden glances at his arm while he read from an adventure book set in Carn. It was hard to get used to turning the pages with just one hand, but wasn’t all too difficult to get used to, as the book was paperback, and Haeon’t held the other side. (It was still quite awkward, regardless.)

Adela had stationed herself on Aertan’s right, giving a cheerful wave to anyone who happened to glance at them, just to notify them that they sucked at indiscreet glances. After twenty minutes of this, Adela hopped up from her seat and left without a word to Aertan, who did just the same. It was a short one-way trip to the deck, but having bumped into Alicel, who was dressed in her black stockings, gloves, and white winter coat, Adela paused to chatter away to her. Thus, she stalled for time this way, leaving her 3 minutes late by the time she opened the door leading to the deck.

She searched about for Reid, and caught sight of him soon enough. Faster then she’d anticipated anyway.

Waving, Adela took even strides while listening to Jeckt address Mistral.

“To what do we owe this pleasure?” Jeckt said with a smile, the crystal ball turning into a ball of dation and seeping into Xaviae’s chains as he left Adela’s mind.

“Hi!” Adela chirped with a smile identical to Jeckt's, but it was soon replaced with a chiding tone, “Hey, you were sitting out there in the rain without an umbrella? You're still soaked, and it's cold out here!"
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"Okay, that is the ship approaching holds the targets." A voice just dripping with a thick Spanish accent spoke to the apostles atop a snowy hill. The large red eyes of the voice's origin glared around at the rest of the group before him, although they peered more curiously at the purple haired twins across from him. Arturo Plasterez was, for the first time in his very short life, nervous. Nothing was going according to plan. First of all, against his own personal request, those damn Carn uppers had modified his request to include Velin, meaning that it would be difficult for him to keep command, despite knowing the most about the issue. Also, those damn twins were here. The only two apostles who weren't battle tested for their original purpose was to serve as guinea pigs for further experiments, although this was interrupted after a certain turn of events that was never released to them. Now, to top it off, the ship carrying the targets was half an hour early, meaning it must have caught some good wind on the way.

Arturo Plasterez was a boy no older in appearance than fifteen years. His black hair was long (about to his shoulders) and straight, with a sheen that suggested he took care of it like it was his own babe. Arturo had the roles of assassin, spy, and thief in their happy little apostle brigade, and his physical appearance and choice in clothing reflected that. He was lean, yet muscular, the length of his legs and arms suggested he was quite flexible. Height wise, he stood around 5'9", 5'11" if you included the two inch black horns that pierced through the black hood shrouding his head in darkness. The hood over his head was attached to a thick black cloak that was seemingly too large, as it flowed over the length of his arms and hands. This was for the better, however, since it gave Arturo a place to hide his claws and various other instruments of death for his missions.

The boy with the Spanish accent spoke once more, this time shouting orders and an explanation. "Okay, since the ship is almost here, I suppose I should give you all an update. You see..." Arturo proceeded to explain to the group what he had overheard. This included everything about faels, negafaels, and the power it gave those stupid kids. The Carn soldier that was mandatory in any apostle operation shook his head in a manner that suggested he didn't believe the story, but Arturo shook it off. "Kira and Kyra, your targets are the one's known as Reid Davies and Adela Ciaccio." He handed the twins a picture each, and their long, forked, dark purple tails began swishing back and forth in both curiosity and excitement. While Kira seemed absolutely elated at how cute the boy she was going to fight looked, Kyra was rather indifferent, as usual. She still couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. "Velin, you are charged with the disposal of Faewyn Ayre and Reece Everard, and I personally have been assigned with Aertan Svartel." He handed Velin the pictures cautiously before removing the photo of his own target from within his cloak. "So, then I guess... OPERATION COMMENCE."

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"No, no, I'm not cold." Reid lied blatantly. His skin was already losing colour and his hair taking on an icy appearance. After all, they were half an hour ahead of schedule, nearly at their destination. Reid cursed himself for not changing earlier, and Mistral cursed him as well. After all, if he was cold, she was cold. Despite his lack of body heat, Reid's face was giving off a reddish hue, much like Mistral when Jeckt entered her domain of an endless sky, in which the two stood upon a lone piece of rock floating amidst a vast blue sky. Reid had been thinking about it ever since the night before. What were his feelings for Rosaline? What were his feelings for Adela? His mind had been bogged down by such things overnight, but he had finally decided on an answer. Mistral ignored Jeckt's question, and approached him until she was less than an arms length from him. Reid did the same, only in regards to Adela.

"Close your eyes and hold out your hands." Reid and Mistral spoke out at the same time. Reid proceeded to hold his right hand out to Adela's left hand, and he dropped something in her hand. It was a thin, gold chain necklace with a charm on it shaped like a majestic, golden butterfly. "Don't open your eyes yet. That necklace belonged to my mother. You see, my dad gave it to her as an engagement present along with the ring..." At the same time, Mistral had dropped a silver necklace of the same design into Jeckt's left hand. Furthermore, Mistral moved in closer to Jeckt, and took his hand with with the bracelet, and planted a kiss on his lips. Before he knew what he was doing, Reid had done the same with Adela. His face turned bright red after about five seconds, and he broke away and changed direction so that he wasn't facing her. "S-s-s-sorry! I-I-I don't know what I was doing!" Mistral turned away from Jeckt as well, suggesting she seconded the notion.

Reid's attention was suddenly broken by an overwhelming force of mahstion. "Aw, and here I was hoping you were single. You're so cute, after all~" Reid's gaze was directly directly behind the pair, and it set upon a pair of children. Twin girls to be exact, but Reid recognized the mahstion signature that proved them not to be human. He reached for his bow and knocked it, aiming at the one who had spoken.

"Dammit, more of you damn Apostles. What the hell did you do with Rosaline!?" These two girls were definately apostles. For one, they had long, dark purple tails that were forked like a demon, they had fangs, claws, and not to mention a third eye each.

Kira's pastel purple eyes met Reid's own green eyes, and she bared her fangs in a grin. "I hope you know you don't stand a chance. It'll be a shame to scratch off that cute face of yours."

"Adela Ciaccio." Kyra spoke, void of emotion. "Presently, you do not possess enough power to defeat me. My eye can show me that much. It would be best if you dropped your weapon and surrendered peacefully."

Meanwhile, Arturo blasted down the door of the sitting room hosting Aertan Svartel with a shot of dation. "Come out, traitor. It is, how you say, nothing personal. However, Aertan Svartel, I must dispose of you."
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Old November 4th, 2007 (05:06 PM). Edited November 4th, 2007 by Loki.
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Though she'd been somewhat expecting it, with how embarrassed Reid had been before, everything was still a big bang of a surprise. Refused the notion was not something that had even crossed her mind, but she'd been too shocked and nervous to return it. With the necklace still resting in her flat palm, Adela turned even deeper a shade of red then Reid, as she listened with interest to how Jeckt had responded. He didn't seem embarrassed at all. He smiled and chuckled as he closed his hand around the silver necklace.

"Thank you for the necklace and the kiss." He said gently, "And in return, please, allow me to show you-"

"N-No it-it's okay! I-" Adela stammered, as flustered as Reid herself, as she tried to think of something to say.

But Adela's hand automatically closed protectively around the necklace when a voice interrupted them, while Jeckt's smile grew wider. The two apostles were possibly even more repulsive then the first she'd seen, and she wondered if they, too, would have two mahstion. Did they wield Lionus? It was all Adela could do, to keep from switching opponents with Reid. Even if he'd already given her the necklace, a pang of jealousy at how open the apostle was about Reid shot through her and she wanted to tell her that not even the most desperate guy would even look at an ugly butt like her. But Adela was more surprised at Reid's kiss then the news that the calmer (somewhat less irritating) apostle delivered to her. She wasn't all that powerful, to be sure. But this didn't stop her from getting agitated. Agitated and terrified at the same time. Jeckt laughed, though it sounded a bit more like a cackle then his normal, good-natured tone, at the apostle's words. He didn't feel agitated. He didn't feel the slightest hint of terror. And his expression was being written over with a malicious grin as his yellow eyes slid to Xaviae, who'd awaken to witness Jeckt's exchange between Mistral. He looked positively livid.

"Jealous?" Was all Jeckt had uttered before Xaviae's snow white hair instantly turned black, the fael struggling against the white chains which were also slowly turning a distinct black color as they were strained. The sound of metal scraping and knocking against metal filled the air as Xaviae yelled various curse words at an indifferent Jeckt. Though the chained up fael managed to break one link, there were five other different chains that bound him to the tree.

With this sudden change in the setting of her mind, Adela stumbled back and clutched her head as a splitting pain passed as quickly as it had come. The struggle hadn't stopped, but Xaviae's sudden power-boost of mahstion had settled, and his black hair had turned white again, the chains still black as he struggled fruitlessly, now silent as the remaining chains held him tight. Jeckt waved his hand around lazily, adding power to the chains while peering down at his crystal ball, his smile fading just enough so that one could hardly tell whether it was a smile or not. After all, he could stay in Adela's mind if he wasn't smiling. But, Jeckt was far from pleased. The satisfaction in getting a kiss from Mistral in front of Xaviae quickly washed away as he watched scene's play out in the crystal ball.

"Don't interfere." Jeckt snapped at Xaviae who stopped struggling for a moment and peered with curiosity at Jeckt's newfound bitterness. But he continued his fight when Jeckt frowned and he heard the crystal ball shatter.

"Surrender?" Adela snarled at the apostle as her voice deepened in the slightest, finally responding as she regained her balance as though nothing had ever happened, "Well alright," Jeckt's voice said casually, "But you first." Jeckt moved Adela's hand into her side bag and fished about for a split second. He knew exactly where the gun was. The fishing around was just for effect. And so in another split second, Jeckt had whipped out the gun, while aiming it at the apostle, and his dark expression grew passive. It had taken longer then the limit Adela had given him, for him to find out what it did, and how to use it. But, the crystal ball had granted him a worthy note.

"Stand still, okay?" Jeckt said flatly, before pulling the trigger, and feeling the mahstion in his hand get sucked out like the gun was a vaccuum.


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Aertan looked up from his book as the people who had been around him scattered at the sight of the apostle. Sighing, Aertan dog-earred the page he'd been reading before letting go of the book, Haeon't putting it back in the pocket of the black coat that lay in a pile beside him. Standing up, Aertan brushed his shirt off before examining the apostle himself. It was certainly ugly, and swathed in a cloak with huge hideous horns.

"Hmm..." Aertan said sighing, "I don't see why they're suddenly making a fuss about being a traitor. It's not like I suddenly changed my last name to Svartel yesterday." Shrugging, Aertan waved his hand once toward Geote who's eye switched to the circular fanged mouth, "But, it's everything personal." Aertan said with a displeased expression, "Wanna chat about Juliet?"

But Geote didn't want to chat, and Aertan had no mind for peaceful negotiations for information. Not with this devil-spawn that talked funny. As Geote burst into flame, Aertan pulled out a small glass sphere, no bigger then a small bell. In fact, it even made a clear chiming sound whenever Aertan shook it. If anyone would've recognized it, Alicel would've been the first. But regardless of who recognized it and who didn't, he handed the sphere to Haeon't who, after getting a good grasp on it, rushed after Geote, the both of them stretching out and out to attack the apostle.

"It will be, as you say, 'un estallido'."
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Velin merely gave the fifth an impassive look as he gave them the briefing, accepting his own part without a single hint of an expression on his face; in other words, it was just like usual. He did not, however, refrain from voicing one opinion of his own:

"Do not presume to command me, fifth." he said in his usual monotone, "You may have been charged with holding onto the specifics on the mission, but at no point have I been assigned to act as your underling." there was an ever so slight hint of a threat in his voice, but it would have been completely lost to most, "You are only to convey the information as you have been assigned to. Any application thereof is no concern of yours."

With that said, the first apostle idly turned his gaze to the pictures he had received. The male struck him as nothing spectacular, but the other...though only someone with a considerable sense of perception could have spotted the difference, the first's eyes widened slightly at the sight of Faewyn's picture. He may not have been granted supernatural powers of perception like Kyra's, but he had always had a knack for memorizing distinct features of people, and the features of this girl-child...though the initial reaction within the sanctuary of Velin's mind had been surprise, it had now shifted to mild interest. Maybe...just maybe it would be worthwhile to have a little chat with his prey before he finished the job.

He didn't voice these thoughts, of course. In fact, Velin stuck to his usual manner and decided not to say anything whatsoever, merely gazing at the ship for a brief moment before vanishing in a blur of motion and Wionus.

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"It seems I have found you."

Faewyn spun around as the voice struck her ears, sighing in relief as she recognized the person responsible for the call; a certain blonde soldier in a garish red overcoat who was currently striding down the stairs of the engine room which Faewyn had made her place of residence the moment she had discovered it.

"Everyone else is out admiring the scenery and you're focusing on the machinery." Reece gave a good-natured chuckle, smiling at the girl as he joined him by the side of a particularly impressive set of gears, "Some things never change, huh?"

"Guess not." Faewyn replied somewhat sheepishly, a bit unsure as to whether this was a compliment or a reprimand, but deciding on the former as she tore her eyes away from the marvel of engineering surrounding her and instead faced Reece, "You were looking for me?"

The soldier nodded, "Is that such a surprise?" he inquired, "I mean, we haven't had a proper chat since you left for Alta, have we? Besides..." Reece grimaced, "I don't think your new friends are too fond of me."

"You're talking about Reid, aren't you?" Faewyn asked, "I-I know it doesn't seem like it now, but he's really a caring person deep down, it's just that with everything that's happened-with Rod, and Rosaline, and-"

"I get it." Reece replied, "And to be honest, I haven't exactly done my best to make a good first impression on him either." he shook his head slowly, "From what I gather he's a good kid, just way too wrapped up in his own damn mind." he shook his head, glancing out over the machinery as well, "To be honest, the one I'm really concerned about is this Aertan fellow. I mean, he's a Carn priest, right?" the soldier briefly locked eyes with Faewyn, his expression dead serious, "Can we really trust him?"

"Of course we can." Faewyn retorted, shocked by this sudden accusation, even though it wasn't directed at her. Then again, considering her friend's past maybe this should have been expected, "Reece, he's not like those people. I know he looks really scary and I know he doesn't act polite, but Aertan is really not like that; he's just-" her voice trembled slightly, "-he's just looking for someone he cares about, just like I am!"

"Look, Fay, I'm sorry I brought the thing about your folks up." Reece began, "I really didn't mean to, but you're being too trusting. The priesthood of Thylonstus is like that, they'll say almost anything just to get a stab at your back; you can't just take them on their word." his expression hardened, "I'm not going to let you get hurt by those Thylonstite wretches again."

"Reece..." Faewyn didn't know what to say. On one hand, she was outraged at her friend's intolerance, but on the other...the sentiment behind those words was in plain view, and she couldn't help being touched by it. It was then that something peculiar caught her eye, "What-" Faewyn began, pointing in puzzlement at the door that had just been flung open by a powerful gale, a solitary pitch-black feather floating towards them, "What's-"

"Fay! Get back!"

The girl was offered no explanation as her long-time friend suddenly shoved her aside, bringing out his glaive faster than what she had even thought possible. As it turned out, this was the minimum speed required to avert the assault, evidence of which being the set of pitch-black nails that had been parried by the shaft of the weapon, just inches away from his throat.

It was then that their assailant's mahstion presence struck, Isaire's comforting presence at the back of her mind being the only thing that kept Faewyn from physically reeling back as she attempted to return upright and fumbled to pull out her own weapon. This creature...the girl stared in awe at the tall, slender figure with his ivory-colored skin, gray hair, massive pitch-black wings and lifeless, light blue eyes. Cress' mahstion presence might have seemed otherworldly, but compared to this being it was minute.

Reece, on the other hand, didn't seem to care about the difference in power levels, his gaze instead focused on the black rose pendant that hung around the stranger's neck, a look far more hateful than Faewyn had ever seen evident on the soldier's face.

The apostle seemed to be the only one who was being truly calm about the situation, merely observing, his parried attack with mild interest, "Quite impressive speed..." he remarked casually, his monotone voice sending an involuntary shiver down Faewyn's spine, "...I take it, this is the power of a fael?"

"Perhaps..." Reece retorted, turning the glaive with all his might as he aimed a strike at the apostle's neck, "...and I take it, you would be another apostle?"

The other merely shrugged, nonchalantly slipping backwards and leaving the glaive to slice thin air, "I am death come for you." he replied, "I see no reason to burden you with further details during your last moments of existence."

"Not a very talkative type, are you?" Reece replied, placing himself in a battle ready pose, "Let's get this over with then, shall we?"

"Reece..." Faewyn interjected meekly.

"Don't worry, Fay." her friend interrupted, his glance not leaving their opponent for a second, "I said that I'm not going to let any one of these creeps hurt you, and you should know..." he grinned confidently, "...I'm a man of my word."
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"Heh, I'm not as stupid as to fall for the tricks of your fael. I have seen them enough to understand their capacity." Arturo taunted cockily as he suddenly disappeared, only to reappear outside of the attack seconds later. It was unnatural the speeds these things could move at. "As for the princess. I'll tell you what know as long as you present me with an exhilarating fight in return. Deal? Deal. I was order to capture Miss Juliet a few weeks ago. A peculiar order, wouldn't you say? For Carn to order one of their units to capture their own princess? I haven't bothered dwelling on it that much. There must be some sort of resistance taking place. Though, don't worry, your pretty little princess is being treated with the utmost care in her lovely little cell."

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A look of undeniable shock passed across Kyra's face as the mahstion bullet sped at her skull. Luckily, she dodged it at the very last opportunity by darting to the left, and then taking to the sky, her blue and red bat wings beating rapidly. She glanced down at her sister, who nodded, before pointing her hands towards the ship. Fionus and wation clearly formed in the right and left hands respectively, and she smacked them together before opening her palms towards the ship, releasing a thick steamy mist that impaired everyone's vision. Reid could have easily blown the steam away, had he not been too busy dodging blast after blast of fionus balls being thrown at him anonymously from Kira. He finally was given an opportunity to strike back, and he aimed his bow carefully at the source of the fionus. The resulting arrow never made contact with a target, yet the fionus continued to come at him. He tried another shot. The same thing occurred. He began questioning why he wasn't hitting her.

"You haven't figured it out yet? Aww, you're so cute when you're puzzled~" Kira questioned sweetly as she stepped out of the steam, which Kyra now allowed to fade. "With my third eye, I can read your movements, I can tell what you're going to do next~" With that said she darted towards the boy, not to attack, but to plant a kiss on his lips, before backing off in an embarrassed manner. She brought her right hand up to the side of her head as she blushed. "Oh my, that was so embarrassing, but I just couldn't resist~ <3." It was obvious at this point that she had noted Adela's earlier reaction, and was acting with the intention of ticking her off. Kyra sighed from above. The battlefield was no kind of place for that kind of conduct, and if that girl raised the weird metal thing to her sister, she'd be done for. Just what WAS that? It multiplied Adela's mahstion at least ten fold.

"Reid, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Mistral contacted her host in the serious tone she had possessed when they first met.

"Yep, but wait. She's readying something, I can tell by the tightened stance she's holding. We better wait until we figure out what she's doing before we move."

"Agreed."
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ooc; Haeon't and Geote..., Reid and Adela, Rosaline,Faewyn, Alicel, and Aertan

Just some quick sketches for practice. :3 No wings though. Sorry, I don't do wings. xD;;

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"THIS MAKES ME SO MAD!!!" Alicel squeezed her eyes shut as Kranius roared and stomped around in her mind "THEY IGNORED US TO THE FULLEST!!! AM I NOT WORTHY OR SOMETHING!?!?"

"I'm personally kind of glad they forgot about us..." Alicel muttered, only to be met with more angry yells echoing throughout her head. It was giving her a headache, and focusing on blending in with the crowd was getting harder and harder. Alicel suddenly stopped and thought. Faewyn had never really been much of a fighter either. And when Aertan was still... Aertan, she'd starting using a technique that had practically cut her thumb off just by powering it up. Even if Alicel herself sucked at fighting, two was always better then one. She spun around and peered through the various people for sight of Faewyn, or anyone.

It wasn't like Alicel could get off the airship anyway. Might as well make herself useful.

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"Oh come now." Jeckt scoffed, "I asked you to stand still, didn't I?" He shot another bullet that seared through the cloud of smoke and dragged a portion of it away, "Be a good little witch, won't you?"

He peered about through the thick steam for his target and while he searched with an annoyed and furrowed brow, Jeckt brought Adela's left hand up to her mouth and sucked up the air where her middle, ring, and pink finger should've been, having long disappeared into the black mahstion bullets. As the fingers grew back, the tendrils of dation molding themselves into new fingers, Jeckt stumbled backward, tightening his grip on the gun as Xaviae broke the one of the chains that held him back. What terrible timing.

The arm that held the mahstion gun erupted in dation as Jeckt grinned maliciously at nothing in particular, since the fog blinded him. Though he was smiling, he stayed in control, and Adela stood trembling as she watched from her own mind, bound by the same chains that held Xaviae to the mother tree. She didn't understand how Jeckt could keep her in her mind against her will.

Jeckt watched with a bored expression as Kira gave Reid a kiss; he could care less. But Adela burned with jealousy, frustration at being a prisoner in her own mind, and hatred toward the apostle. She so dearly wanted to rip her to pieces. But Jeckt's chains kept her held strictly in place. Resigned to her fate of being stuck there until the battle's end, she did the only thing she could do. Forcing Jeckt to move her hand that held the necklace, she deposited it in the pocket of her jacket before biting her lip as hard as she could to keep from crying. There was no way she would give the apostle the satisfaction, even if the apostle couldn't see her.

Jeckt laughed and lifted the gun into the air, feeling around for the point where the mahstion concentration was greatest. It was distracting, having another overflowing powerplant fighting Reid, but he pointed at the point he felt the most dense mahstion, when compared to the mahstion in the fog, and the imposing presence all around him.

"Come out, come out," Jeckt sang in a taunting way, not caring that he was obviously at the disadvantage, "wherever you are~"

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Aertan turned his head to face Arturo with a livid expression, his eyes turning onyx black as from out of the dot on his forehead sprouted white liquidy tendrils that moved backwards and formed a helmet of white bone, spattered with faded gray spots and thick horn-like spikes protruding from the back of the mask, "Shut up already, if you can't talk straight, don't talk at all." Came a deep mocking voice that was somewhat muffled by the mask as Geote's hand was extinguished of mahstion and recoiled into it's place inside Aertan's wings.

"You know all about us, eh?" Geote said, his voice monotonous and hardly anything like his insane and sadistic cackle that constantly came from the dormant hand, as Haeon't dropped the glass ball into his outstretched hand, "So I guess it's okay for you to stop calling us 'curses of Tylonstus', right? Because that old faker is getting lamer as the days go by."

He dropped the glass ball onto the ground and stepped on it, but instead of sending an explosion into the air, it branched off into five different walls of fire that seperated the sitting room into five different sections, save for the small ring that surrounded Geote.

"Isn't this a nice? Keeps you from running away like a coward, doesn't it?" Geote said snapping his fingers as the flames roared even higher and Haeon't recoiled into her own place in the great black bat wings. Geote whipped out two small swords with the hand he hadn't fashioned out of fionus, and with a small 'click!' they latched together at the handle, forming the double bladed naginata-style weapon that Aertan rarely used. It was, after all, not his specialty weapon.

"So." Geote said idly, waiting for Arturo to find his way into the center ring of fire, and thinking of the fact that he would only have to find one place to get both Rosaline and Juliet back, "Looks like I hit two birds with one stone."
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OOC: OMG, artwork! ^0^ Well, there's only so much I can say about the others, given that I'm not the authority on how they're supposed to look, but Faewyn certainly looks like herself. Love the expression.

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If there was one thing Faewyn hated it was battle. It wasn't just the thoughts of the consequences that worried her, it was the process itself; every agitated sound, every clash of metal and claw, every burst of mahstion. She hated all of it. The girl had enough willpower to cling to her weapon, but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't find any way to help Reece as the soldier struggled to keep up with his opponent. The soldier had long since tossed his overcoat aside to keep it from hampering his movements, but even so not a single one of his attacks connected. No matter how fast the attack and no matter how clever the strategy Velin always seemed to be one step ahead, the impassive expression not leaving his face for a moment as his clawed hands danced around, blocking strike after strike. For now they seemed evenly matched, but it was obvious who was tiring faster, and needless to say, the thought didn't sit well with Faewyn.

She wanted to use the new techniques she had developed, to prove that she could fight to protect the ones she cared about, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't bring herself to release the charged bolt on her crossbow out of fear that it would miss its mark and strike Reece instead. She had considered going into close combat, but the pace at which the blows were being traded was almost too much for her eyes to follow, let alone her body. Then there was mahstion, but the very thought of unleashing such a thing brought the image of Rod's mutilated body to her mind and she could do nothing but clench her teeth and wait. Wait for what? A miracle? She honestly didn't know, she couldn't even think straight, a solitary thought playing through her mind over and over again:

'Why?'

"You do realize that this is pointless." Velin remarked as he caught the blade of the glaive in his claws once more, unleashing a miniature whirlwind from the palm of his free hand which forced Reece to leap back, "I am more than your match in speed, power and endurance." he shook his head at the wounded soldier in front of him, "This is a game you can't win."

"Don't-don't count me out just yet." Reece panted in return, wiping off part of the blood spilling over his left eye with the back of his hand. "That was just a warm-up."

"Oh?" the apostle retorted, casually plucking a single feather from his right wing and twirling it between his fingers, "Then I suppose you won't mind me making the first move. Observe, with a single feather..." he blew at the feather in his hand, sending it towards the soldier who watched the approaching object, "...I have breached your defense."

Faewyn gasped. Her eyes had gotten a bit more adjusted to the high speed combat, but Velin had still seemingly shifted from several meters away to standing right beside Reece, his claws around the soldier's throat. To Faewyn's surprise, the apostle didn't finish his attack, however.

"It appears we have a stalemate."

"I told you..." Reece replied, strengthening Fionus around the hand held mere inches from Velin's chest, specifically the point where his heart was, "...don't underestimate me."

"Prudent advice." Velin conceded, an ever so slight hint of teal spreading through a strand of hair hanging between his eyes, "I am poised to slit your throat, yet that amount of mahstion would no doubt stop my heart. What is your next move?"

The soldier gave him a mirthless grin, "I've already told that too." he replied, "I won't let you lay a finger on Faewyn."

"Even at the peril of your own life?"

"If I must."

"You're going to die."

"I could be faster."

"As could I."

"That's a risk I'll have to take."

For a moment, the two stared each other down. Then black claws and painfully bright, white fionus moved towards each other in a peculiar illusion of slow-motion. One blink later, the combatants disengaged, placing a good three meters between each other.

"Heh, looks like we have a draw." Reece remarked, grasping the singed scratch on the side of his neck.

Velin gave no reply, even as a charred fragment of the material on his chest fell off, revealing the surface burn on his chest. It was then that Sieglinde caught onto the situation.

"Reece, behind you!"

There was no time to react. The soldier barely managed a glimpse at the pitch-black Wionus-propelled feather charged towards the back of his neck, only to perform an abrupt ninety-degree change as a powerful gale swept in mere inches from his face, leaving behind a thin, pale skinned being with teal hair, her right hand stretched out and pointing to the wall into which the projectile had embedded itself, leaving a sizable crack in its wake.

Reece gaped in a mixture of shock and awe, "Fay..."

"Later." replied Isair's melodic voice, the ends of Faewyn's mouth curling up ever so slightly, "We have a battle to win."
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Old November 9th, 2007 (02:43 PM).
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"This mahstion reading is not the same as before. Are you what they call a fael?" Kyra called out from apparently nowhere as the voice boomed from all around, addressing Jeckt. During the ruckus Kira had been creating, she had moved to fly below the aircraft, and was projecting her voice supernaturally. To say she was in a good condition would be a lie. When Jeckt randomly fired into the air, he pierced her right shoulder, leaving her dominant arm limp and crippled. Biting her lip was the only way she could keep herself from shouting out in pain. She wouldn't last long like this. No, not at all. She couldn't foresee attacks like her sister could In fact she had no abilities that would turn the battle in her favor at all. She decided it would be best to hide away until everything was over. Kira was more than enough to take the both of them...

"That was a great kiss. Thanks for kissing back~" Kira teased. She was acting a lot older than she looked, which left Reid embarrassed and confused. Even Kyra, down below, brought her left hand to her head in disgust. Just what was she doing?

"I DID NOT KISS BACK!" Reid shouted, looking back and forth between "Adela" and Kira in panic. The last thing he wanted was Adela to be ticked off at him after this whole fight. Kira used Reid's moment of distraction against him, and fired a massive ball of wionus at him. Originally, it looked like it wasn't going to do much more than get him wet, but he got a painful surprise as the already cold air mixed with the velocity of the ball froze it before impact, knocking Reid unto the wall of the main cabin behind him. Damnit, I'm freaking cold! I can't even fly dressed like this, it would be suicide for sure. He thought to himself as he got back to his feet, the wind completely knocked out of him. Oh well, the proposed strategy against this girl who could predict their moves would still work with his feet on the ground. "Ready Mistral?"

"Yup." Reid's body began to glow green like it did when he originally fought Cress as Mistral's mahstion poured into him. Down below, Kyra became worried for her sister after sensing this and became prepared to interrupt if need be. At the same time, a grin formed on Kira's face as Reid charged at her. He was going slice her with the blade he had at his side. She prepared to block the blow, and as Reid reached for the blade like she had predicted, something went horribly wrong. Her foresight suddenly dropped as Reid took on the form of... a girl? She would have laughed if this girl didn't have a mind consciousness different to Reid's. She didn't have the time to predict the move, and the hand of the girl thrusted at Kira with a condensed ball of wionus in her hand. It would certainly cripple her, if not kill her upon impact.

The sound of the hit connected was heard after Kira slammed her eyes shut, but she found herself reopening them as she felt no pain. They quickly widened in pure shock. In between Reid and herself was the body of Kyra, whom of which seemed to have been wounded previously. She had thrown herself onto Kira at the last second, taking the full force of the blow. Her four wings, once small yet proud, had been ripped out by the force of the attack, red blood splattered across both Mistral, who backed away in shock, and Kira. Kyra's eyes fell lifeless as the girl's body slid free of her sister's and fell onto her side on the ground. Kira let out a loud shriek as she backed away from her fallen sister, eyes wide, and face splattered with blood.

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"How does that saying go again? Don't count your chickens before they hatch?" Arturo responded in regards to Geote's arrogance, as water fall upon the walls of fire to douse their intensity. "You probably shouldn't have been counting those chickens without being aware of my second mahstion element." Despite the fact that he could have avoided it at this point, Arturo made his way to the center of the circle, no weapon or claws yet to be drawn. "Do your worst, fael. You're still one mahstion short of me."
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Xaviae stared silently at the crippled body of the apostle that was supposed to be his opponent as Jeckt laughed like a maniac, his self-satisfied cackle filling the air, as Xaviae approached Kyra. It was obvious that Kira would no longer be participating in this fight. The fael that was currently in control of Adela's body had never been faced with this situation. The concious apostle seemed to pitiful to finish off, though it was a perfect opportunity. So even as Jeckt used his greater influence of mahstion to break apart the chains that Xaviae had taken so much longer to eat away, he didn't relent, gripping the mahstion gun as Adela's eyes returned to their rightful color, as with her hair. Her expression had hardly changed from when Jeckt was in control though, as her mouth remained in a small indifferent frown.

Sympathy could've been something that Xaviae had, but Adela could hardly muster up the slightest bit of pity for the remaining apostle as she lifted the mahstion gun up to Kyra's face.

"I don't ever want to see you again." Adela hissed as tendrils of black mahstion coiled itself around Adela's arm and into the mahstion gun. She seemed not to notice the distress that the apostle was in. She seemed not to care.

Where are your wings?

Adela's eyes widened in shock as she pulled the trigger.

- x -

Geote stared at the burnt places where the flames were extinguished with a rueful eye.

"Hmm..." Geote mumbled passively, trying to block out the sounds of Haeon't shouting criticisms and curse words at him. He didn't want to hear Aertan's exhasperated sigh. Not coming from that sissy. He'd show them. He was a negafael, and Haeon't was a plufael. What did she know about fighting? Nothing. Aertan was a mortal. What did he know? Nothing.

Geote smiled and showed a mouthful of pointed teeth, "You just don't talk normally, do you?"

'He's such an idiot!! Stop provoking him!!' Alicel brought her hand up to her forehead silently, making a pained expression as Kranius laughed, clapping his hands as he melted away into the water that surrounded him.

Geote slid his hand to grasp the red rope as he swung the sword around like a lasso above his head, "Well. If we continue at this rate, we're not going to even exchange blows before everyone else finishes their fight."

And with that, Geote stepped forward and swung the sword toward Arturo.

- x -

It was one thing that Alicel had been ignored.

But Alicel much preferred that over having two disgustingly long nails (yet thankfully clean) stabbed through her. Grasping one of the long fingers with as tight a grip as she could muster, Alicel gasped for air as her blood pooled at her feet and she felt blood gurgling up her throat. As she coughed it up, she watched the red disappear in the black sleeves of the apostle's dress.

"Please," Villa requested solemnly, "Do tell me where I can find this 'Adela' child."

"Like hell." Alicel spat, and Villa looked as if she might cry when the blood mixed with saliva hit her cheek.

"Y-You...." Villa stammered as she trembled, "You're so mean!" She wailed twisting her fingers away from Alicel's stomach. She hadn't hit any vitals, of course. Villa wasn't like that, and if she had, then she couldn't get the answer she needed to finally succeed at a mission. She knew she was interrupting a different mission, with more important apostle's involved, but she had to finish. And so she'd tagged along, more like a fugitive then an apostle. Of course, having wings helped a lot. The waxy film that connected bladed frame had long retracted though, so only the blades stood her upright.

Collapsing into her own blood, Alicel took her free hand and clutched her midsection, where Villa's now bloody thumb, middle, and pinky finger had pierced. She listened with increasing annoyance as Villa weeped dramatically, but of course, not quite loud enough to attract the others' attention. She used no mahstion, and tried her very best to hide her mixed lionus and eation mahstion that naturally radiated off of her, just to keep from getting yelled at again.

But Villa couldn't stifle a shriek as she was blown back by a sudden whip of wation, crushing her into the ground. As Alicel used her free hand to push herself off the ground, blood dripping from her mouth and dying her once perfect blonde hair red, she glared at Villa, who stared fearfully into Alicel's icy blue eyes that were flushing with dark sapphire.

"What-?!" Villa started, but another blast of water crushed her to the ground. She hadn't been briefed on faels, nor did she know about any kind of desperate power boost that humans might get if their life was in serious danger.

But only three more heavy blasts of water connected before Alicel was thrown against the wall of the airship, and cuffs made of sand locked her wrists to the wall and a hammer fashioned out of lionus gave Alicel a good blow to the head.
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Old November 10th, 2007 (06:13 AM). Edited November 14th, 2007 by Alter Ego.
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"My-my..." Velin remarked at the unexpected interjection, "It seems like someone has finally found their courage. I take it this would be...fael transformation? Such an unseemly technique...but your mahstion presence is quite impressive."

"That's enough, apostle." Isair retorted, nimbly adjusting Faewyn's weapon into a spear, "If you wish to speak then tell us: what have you done to princess Rosaline and Faewyn's parents?"

"Questions, is it?" Velin inquired calmly, "You're one wrong move away from your demise yet you concern yourselves with such trivial things?" though his expression was as indifferent as always, the apostle appeared amused by this, "Oh, you are amusing little beings. Very well, then. I shall answer your questions..."

Within her mind, Faewyn held her breath in anticipation.

"...if you answer mine."

Isair's eyes narrowed in suspicion, "To what end?" he inquired sharply, "A moment ago you would have killed us without as much as an introduction, why do you now wish to parley?"

The apostle shrugged, "For my entertainment, for my curiosity and out of a mild interest in your abilities." he replied, "Make no mistake: I still have every intention of claiming your lives, but since you've been so entertaining thus far, I thought I'd humor you for a bit." the hint of teal in his hair remained ever visible, "We take turns asking questions. When one party refuses to answer this little game ends and should either of you show signs of hostility I shall interpret it in a similar manner. Now, seeing as how I just answered a questions of yours...it is my turn." his eyes focused on Isair's, seemingly intent not on peering at the fael but the girl behind him, "What makes you think that I would know anything about these parents you mentioned?"

"Because..."

"Fay, are you sure about this?" Reece interrupted telepathically, his body still on full alert for any trickery from Velin's side, "There's no telling what this creep is after and no way we can confirm or deny anything he says, or even if he knows what we want to know."

"I agree that this is risky." Sieglinde concurred, "But still...this man is obviously part of the same group that abducted princess Rosaline. If we pose our questions carefully, we may gain valuable insight into their plans."

"I-I've got to try, Reece." Faewyn replied, "Ae-" she corrected herself in mid-thought, realizing that the ex-priest's name would not support her case, "I've heard a rumor that Thylonstus personally passes judgment on those who have committed serious crimes in Carn and...this-this person is an apostle of Thylonstus, right? If anyone would know it's him, so please..." her voice took up a pleading tone, "I've at least got to try..."

"Well...alright." Reece replied, still clearly unsatisfied, "But if this guy tries anything I'll break this little chat up. Let's just get this over with."

"Right."

"Lin and Verdance Ayre were conducting research into the tradition of ritual sacrifice in Carn." Isair said at last, "As you no doubt know, this is a capital crime under Carn law and they have not been heard of since. The priesthood of Thylonstus is the most logical culprit, and as a servant of the priesthood it seems a fair assumption that you would know something of this incident."

"I see." Velin replied impassively, "Though as an aside: I am a servant of Thylonstus, not his priesthood. Not that this would make much difference for you." he shrugged, "Your question."

"What have you done to princess Rosaline and Faewyn's parents?"

The apostle quirked an eyebrow, "That is really two questions." he remarked, "I shall tolerate this once, but please respect the rules of this game in the future. All I know of the sacrifice is that she was reclaimed on order of the priesthood and is currently being held prisoner within the capital. What purpose this serves I can only imagine, but for the moment we are simply keeping her alive. As for the other two you mentioned...I've never heard of them." Faewyn's expectations plummeted at the statement, "The punishment of lawbreakers is a task appointed to the priesthood; as an apostle I am not part of - or privy to - the particulars of this process beyond the capture of criminals...or execution, as the case may be. Next question." his blue eyes pierced through Faewyn once more, causing the girl to reel back slightly within her mind. "What is your interest in the sacrifice?"

"She-" Isair's calm and collected voice was suddenly usurped by Faewyn's far less tranquil one, "She's my friend." Faewyn replied, a newfound fire burning in her eyes as she returned Velin's stare, her hands clenching the weapon far tighter than before, "And she's got a name: Rosaline. She's not your 'sacrifice' anymore so stop-stop calling her that!"

"Such conviction." the apostle remarked, "And for a little girl you couldn't have known for more than a few months no less. Fascinating...truly fascinating. Very well then; your turn."

"Have you ever loved anyone other than yourself?"

Velin's confidence seemed momentarily shaken by the question, posed not by the fael but his host instead. Reece seemed equally surprised, but held his tongue. "That question is completely irrational." the apostle replied at last, still not quite at his previous level of confidence, "Why would you want to know such a thing?"

"Because you were surprised when I asked you not to call Rosaline 'sacrifice'." the girl explained, "You concealed it then, but your reaction just now proves it. If you had ever had a beloved friend, if you had ever had anyone you value enough to risk your own life for, you would have known what I was feeling but you don't." inside her chest, Faewyn's heart was beating at a rapid rate, but she kept up a strong facade.

"I see you know this game better than your fael, miss Ayre." Velin grit out, the teal in his hair now almost completely replaced by his usual gray, "Though given that deduction I'm not sure you need my answer anymore. But yes, you are correct. I have never formed a bond like the one you described. I have allies, some more useful than others, and I have enemies, but if this is how you define 'love' and 'friendship' then I have yet to obtain neither, nor do I see the need to. Now for my question-"

"You already posed it." Faewyn interrupted, her voice now a lot steadier than before, "You asked why I wanted to know and I told you. This means that it's my turn again."

She was playing with fire and she knew it, but Faewyn also knew that letting Velin call the shots in this game would not yield the answers she wanted. For a moment, it looked like the apostle was about to attack, a threatening tinge of red appearing in his hair, but finally he nodded, "Go on, then."

"Why did you abduct princess Juliet?"

Before Velin could respond, a piercing shriek sliced through the engine room, the apostle immediately tensing at the sound.

"It seems that we shall have to call this game off for the time being." he announced, "Enjoy the brief moment of life this has granted you; I assure you that it will not last long. Farewell."

With that, the apostle disappeared in a blur of motion once more, but this time his destination was the door he came from. He wasn't the only one, however.

"Hold it!" Reece called, barring the path as he pointed his glaive at Velin, who was forced to break out of his dash to avoid being impaled, "I'm not letting you walk out without answering that question."

"Arrogant fool."

There was no time to react. Just one moment where Reece stood tall, blocking the apostle's path with his weapon, and another where the soldier was slumped over, a mixture of pain and surprise etched on his face as his eyes swiveled to the searing-hot claws embedded in his stomach, "I..." the soldier's words abandoned him, a volley of blood escaping his mouth instead as he slumped onto the stairs, the apostle coldly kicking him aside.

"Reece!"

The sight in front of her had completely wiped out Faewyn's moment of triumph, tears streaming down her cheeks as she rushed over to catch her friend in mid-fall.

"You were lucky." Velin remarked over his shoulder, "It seems your fael switched in at the last moment. Perhaps next time you will know better than to try my patience."

Faewyn blinked, staring at the person in her arms. Only then did she notice that its hair was not blonde but a firey red, the eyes an eerie, misty gray as they turned to meet the girl's, "Not to worry..." Sieglinde managed, "Reece will pull through and I...I will recover with time. Isair, if you please..."

"Of course." the fael replied, once again taking over Faewyn's body and placing a hand on Sieglinde's wound, green wionus flowing from his fingers into the gaping hole left by Velin's attack, "Faewyn, we should take Reece to safety. Sieglinde will need time to recover, and my powers will be drained by this procedure." he observed his right arm, now gone from the elbow down, with a grim expression, "That apostle was toying with us this far, but if he should strike at full force when we are this weakened..." he paused, "We should let the others know about our situation."

"Right." Faewyn was still worried, but having a task to perform always made things a bit easier, so she did her best to focus on a general broadcast to her friends - something with which she had no practice with - "Can-can anyone hear me?" Faewyn's mindvoice sounded insecure, even to herself, "I...I and Reece got attacked by an apostle in the engine room. We've made it for now, but Reece is hurt and our faels took a big hit. If that guy comes back, I..." she trailed off, trying to gather her thoughts, "Look, could someone please answer me? Anyone?"
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Old November 14th, 2007 (07:14 AM).
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"I'm afraid I can't let you do that." A monotonous male voice boomed only moments before Adela fired the weapon which would surely kill Kyra. The shot went off, but was absorbed by a dation portal, the shot flying off somewhere in which it would cause no harm. "It seems fate has conspired for us to meet again, Reid Davies. It's unfortunate that I won't be able to kill you at the moment, although I try not to hit girls anyways."

Reid clenched his teeth as he gripped his bow once more, albeit forgetting Mistral's body was still dominant. "Cress! Where are you!? What did you do with Rosaline?" The voice was all too familiar, and the emotions overcoming his will to scold Adela and Jeckt for using that gun. He never had any intention of killing them, as obscene as they were. Silencing them would have been enough.

"Actually, that's why I'm here. Catch." Cress stepped out of another dation portal before Reid, and threw a bag at him. Reid cautiously glanced at the contents, and realized they were Rosaline's belongings, her flute included. The bag was also lined with her feathers. "She won't be needing that any longer. She belongs to the Padre now." There was something about his voice that appeared to be asking for help. Cress proceeded to go pick up the wounded Kyra, casting Adela and Jeckt a glance of disgust. That weapon, the Padre had wounded him with one only an hour or two prior, and already was he whipped. He couldn't possibly resist the Padre alone, that's why he needed the others. And, that THING he created, it's power surpassed the capacity of even Velin.

"Velin, Arturo, you've been ordered to retreat. Be... cautious when you arrive back at HQ, the Padre is execuring a plot against us." Cress used the thoughtspeech of an apostle to contact the others, unknowing that it broadcasted on the same frequency of the fael thoughtspeech. With that said, Cress, Kyra's body in hand, entered the black dation portal that opened behind him, Kira following afterwards.

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"Ah, this is quite unfortunate. It seems I must take my leave." Arturo addressed Aertan briefly, after dodging the sword swing, before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

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"You, Kira, by the order of the Padre, are to be terminated, as your blood is the only thing that may revive your sister." A lifeless female voice announced from the shadows as Kira stepped back out of the portal onto the ground of the HQ planning room. She didn't have time to react as a grey blade, presumably consisting of lionus and dation, spead at the girl's neck, severing it instantly. "Cress, place Kyra in the pool of blood."

Cress did as he was told, although trying hard to keep himself from throwing up. This thing... this girl... She was like a doll, a pawn. She had no real emotion, and she didn't know right from wrong. Kyra's body absorbed the blood, and the wounds healed themselves instantly, although she remained asleep. Arturo arrived just in time to see this spectacle, and moved to Cress' side.
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Old November 14th, 2007 (04:29 PM).
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Villa frowned when she heard Cress' voice in her mind. It made her want to cry, the tone it held as he told them of Padre. She'd never really known him. Or maybe she had. She didn't remember. But she knew that he was the one who thought up all the crazy experiments. They wouldn't miss her if she didn't show up for a few minutes more. She wanted to succeed in this mission. That was her task. She was technically still on her mission, since she failed in completing it. So, it was completely unrelated to the fifth's mission. Shaking her head, Villa knew this was a wrong philosophy. She'd be punished for leaving without permission. She wasn't as skilled as the first, she wasn't as bold as the seventh, and she didn't have a killer-instinct like the fifth. She didn't even know how to get around, like the third and fourth.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Villa murmured in a constant chant under her breath as she fumbled with the drawstring on an empty black sack, "Sorry sorry sorry...." As she opened the little bag, she stared around herself with fear dancing in her wide eyes. She didn't want to use her mahstion. It would attract the attention of the other apostles. But she couldn't just leave the girl to die. Villa couldn't kill people, no matter what. Placing the bag on the ground in front of Alicel's limp feet that barely brushed the floor, Villa strengthened the shackles that held the girl to the wall of the ship with a coating of Lionus, and then capped it off with more Eation, trapping the Lionus inside.

"Sorry sorry..." Villa continued to mumble as she stood and took a step back, holding her hands out in front of her, arms rigid and palms toward Alicel, her fingers forming a triangle. She moved her mouth to form words but no sound came out, as a triangle of Lionus dashed out from her hands and reflected off of Alicel's forehead and into the black bag, filling it up until it looked as if it might burst. When the last of the Lionus had been stuffed inside, the extras floating about in the air pulled the drawstring shut, and evaporated into the air.

Licking her thumb, Villa wrote letters of Eation on the wall beside Alicel saying, 'I'd like the bag back please. Surely we'll meet again, so please return it then.'

Villa paused and added in very small print, 'sorry'.

Brushing her hand over the text to imprint it in the wall, Villa smiled and stretched out her angular wings, the UnderGround machine-like joints jumping into action as a waxy and bubbly film grew between them. Splashing in the puddles that had been created by Alicel's mahstion, Villa cast one look back at Alicel and managed a small smile before she twisted off the airship.

"I remember you now."

- + -

Geote howled in anger and frustration when Arturo disappeared, Aertan holding a hand against his right ear as Geote waved about, beating his fist into a nearby wall. Haeon't seemed rather relieved, ignoring Geote to the fullest as she picked up the discarded sword. Working together, she and Aertan took it apart into two seperate swords, before Geote opened his mouth wide and threw his fingers back, Haeon't dropping the swords down his throat like the traditional circus act.

Rubbing his decapacitated arm in discomfort, Aertan chewed on the inside of his lower lip as he decided it'd be a good idea to see what had happened to everyone else. He knew the exact location of only two people; Reid and Adela, who were on deck.

But Aertan was in no doubt that Reid would make sure that no harm came to Adela, and if Reid was wounded, then Adela could tend to it. That left Faewyn, Alicel, and that other guy, who was most likely with Faewyn. But that wasn't necessarily the case. Aertan pondered over who he should look for. However, Haeon't reasoned that whoever he found first, he found first. It didn't matter who he was looking for, it mattered as to who he found. This was a good point, so Aertan tried to bring his mind off of it. He was somewhat uncomfortable that the only thing that had happened to him was getting a little wet from Arturo's mahstion.

He hadn't forgotten who he was. And he certainly couldn't forget who they were. So leaving practically unscathed... Aertan ran a hand through his hair as he over analyzed things, leaving strands of his crimson bangs dotting his white hair.

"Where is everyone?" Aertan wondered as he headed in the direction opposite where he'd decided both Reid and Adela were.

- + -

"Woah!!" Both Xaviae and Jeckt shouted in surprise when the grassy ground beneath their feet began to tremble violently. Xaviae shot Jeckt a dirty look when they'd both recovered from the initial shock, and Jeckt smirked. Standing next to Jeckt and grasping the chains lightly was a transparent girl, her short teal hair cut into a layered bob, and her long bangs clipped away from her eyes. She stared at Xaviae with a wide gaze, and the fael looked down to see a group of faceless children around the age of the girl surrounding him.

"Where are your wings?"

Adela lowered the gun, staring at the spot where the apostle once was. Breathing hard, she swallowed the lump in her throat and stared determinedly away from Reid. Putting the mahstion gun back into her bag, she grimaced and tried to remember what had happened before the apostles. She could barely even think of it, let alone envision it. And it hardly put her at ease in this moment. Gripping the strap of her bag, Adela blinked to contain tears.

The children disappeared, and Xaviae stood in the rain, staring at the little girl who was still clinging to Jeckt.

“Who are you?” She finally asked defiantly, her brow furrowed and her mouth formed into a small frown.

Jeckt laughed when a pained look crossed Xaviae’s face, “See?!” He shouted at Xaviae, “She doesn’t even know who you are!! It’s been thirteen years, you good-for-nothing plufael. What have you done for Princess? Let’s see! You did nothing to get back at the losers who made fun of her. Nothing to get revenge on the people who made fun of her because it’s practically impossible to see her wings. You stood by when the those Tealian-Morons criticized her for her age and stuck her with crap missions. And now, you’re going to leave her to that kid, who’s obviously got more than one girl on his hands. Hm. I don’t know, Mr. I’m-A-Plufael, you’re not doing your job very well.”

Xaviae frowned more deeply, “You made her get revenge by playing pranks. Cruel pranks that could’ve killed people.”

“I couldn’t have made her do it,” Jeckt crooned, “If she wasn’t willing to in the first place. I just…” He paused and took a moment to think, mocking Xaviae with a contemplative face, “Gave her a little push. You saw it. I didn’t do anything, to make her shoot that apostle.”

“She wouldn’t have shot if you hadn’t brought her here!” Xaviae yelled, pointing accusingly at the little girl who shrunk back.

“It wasn’t my intention.” Jeckt said, ‘liar’ written all over his face as he yanked an arm against the chain to no effect.

“You cheated.” Xaviae said, making sure that Adela, who was pressing a cold hand to her forehead to cool her burning forehead, “You lied to her, made sure that she was never happy enough to lock you away, fed on her insecurities and lack of self-confidence. You even told her that you were her plufael when she first came. You made her think that there was nothing wrong with this world.”

“And there wasn’t. Princess chose by herself. Keep talking, plufael,” Jeckt’s sinister smirk turned into a self-satisfied smile, “The gun is sitting in her bag, and the only hope you have of becoming her plufael again is a sitting duck, gaping at a bag like some kind of idiot.”

Adela whipped around and stared at Reid like he was a time bomb, clicking off the seconds faster than seconds came and went.

“Liar.” Xaviae replied boldly, “If she doesn’t want to do it, then she wouldn’t, no matter how much you pushed her. She can’t fall off if there’s no ledge.”

Jeckt cackled with mirth, “And you’re implying that you know where the ledge is?! You, who’ve stood in the dark for the past thirteen years, would know what she would, or wouldn’t do? Think about it. What just happened? What’s happening, right now? What exactly, is in Reid’s hands?”

Adela let go of the cream colored strap and felt around her pocket for the necklace. When she felt the sharp points of the butterfly’s wings, she tightened her grasp on it. The whole point of their mission was to get Juliet back. And if Rosaline was gone too, then it was only natural that they’d go after her too.

“Insecurities.” Jeckt said, calming down after his laughing fit, “She’s riddled with them. A single one can give me the opportunity to reach into that bag and shoot him dead. And don’t even talk to me about Mistral. She could take the first few bullets, but she’d die long before I ran out of shots. Adela doesn’t need to do anything.”

“Shut up!!!” Xaviae snarled, whipping his arm across the air in front of him.

“Stop it!” The little girl shrieked, standing in front of Jeckt and directly in the path of the whirling blast of Dation. This move caused both negafael and plufael to yell out, but when the smoke from the blast cleared, Jeckt was unscathed, Xaviae’s eyes wide with fear, and the girl nowhere to be found.

“Where….” Adela blinked, no longer looking distressed and pulling her hand out of her coat pocket to find that the thing that was digging into her palm was a gold necklace, “Where am I?”

She peered over her shoulder at Reid curiously, not even noticing the fact that he was spattered with blood, or that there were pools of the crimson liquid all about, "Who are you?" She asked with innocently wide eyes.
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Faewyn sighed at the continuously mute response to her intended, deciding that trying anymore would not do her good. Quite clearly, she'd need Isair's help with this telepathy stuff, but with the fael's currently weakened condition, she didn't want to bother.

It was then that the foreign psychic message brushed against her mind. Though the voice chilled her to say the least, the message itself was a relief. The apostles were retreating, and right now that was the only thing about it that the girl cared about.

"Thank goodness..." Faewyn mumbled in relief, her body finally relaxing, "Reece, we did it! They're retreating!"

"Sounds...more like something else did it for us..." the soldier wheezed reply, giving her a tired smile in return. Sieglinde may have taken the brunt of the blow, but his stomach still bore a burn mark, as did the side of his throat that Velin's claws had scratched, and neither was particularly pleasant, "Anyway, we should..." he began fumbling out of Faewyn's grip, rising to his feet in a slightly shaky manner, "...we should find the others, and-ergh!" Reece winced as a sharp pain sprang from the burn on his stomach, causing him to falter and nearly lose his balance.

"Reece." his friend said in a worried tone, rushing to support him, "You-you shouldn't be moving. Look, just wait here and I'll get someone to-"

"Nonsense." the soldier replied in a surprisingly harsh tone, but seeing Faewyn's expression it softened to his usual manner, "I'm fine, Fay, I'm fine. I've marched with injuries a lot worse than this. I'll be fine." he straggled towards the stairs up, stubbornly maintaining his balance with aid from the railing, even as the girl followed him with an anxious expression on her face.

"So where to now, then?" Reece inquired, stubbornly ignoring the worried glances that his companion kept giving him, "Are we going to check up on those two lovebirds up on the deck or what?"

"No." Faewyn replied, "We're going to the infirmary, Reece."

"Wha-look, Fay, I told you I'm fine." the soldier persisted, "I'm a Fionus user, remember? There's no need to fuss over a few burns, I'm doing just-"

"Stop it!"

"But-"

"I said stop it!"

Reece was momentarily silenced, unable to find a single word as he stared at the stream of tears running down Faewyn's face, her thin frame trembling between the sobs, "Fay, I didn't mean-"

"Please...just, just stop." the girl persisted, "Stop acting like you're not hurt, stop trying to make feel better, just stop it!" she glared at him from between the tears, "You could have died back there. Sieglinde nearly did! How can you just smile like nothing happened?!"

"Look, Fay... didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry I-"

"There you go again!" Faewyn thundered, "You-you're always like that, always charging into danger with all those big words about protecting people you care about and dying for the cause of justice! Always acting like nothing is any trouble! Have you, even once, stopped to consider the feelings of those people?!"

The soldier was absolutely speechless. They had known each others for years, but not once had he heard Faewyn speak so harshly and with such anger; it was like she wasn't even the same person.

"Do you have any idea of how worried I was just now?! Do you have any idea of what it feels like when someone you care about puts their life on the line for you?! When you know that if something happens it will all be your fault?! That someone you care about suffers because of your weakness?!" Faewyn's body still trembled, but it wasn't sorrow anymore; no, this was anger, anger she had locked away and thought that she'd never see again, "You haven't, have you?! It's all just one big epic adventure for you! Knight in shining armor saves the day! You want to be the hero?! Fine, but don't expect me to keep playing damsel in distress for you! I'm not a kid anymore, Reece! I don't need you to fight my battles for me, or tell me what I should do, or-or deciding who I should and shouldn't be friends with! Just..." she sighed, turning her back to the dumbstruck soldier, "...just leave me alone for a while. You can go after Reid or whoever, just...leave me alone."

With that, Faewyn marched off without really watching where she was going. Her conscience kept telling her that this was wrong, that she was no better for leaving her friend alone in such a state, but right now a far more persuasive one was telling her that turning back now would be inexcusable. She had a vague idea that the common room was somewhere in the general direction she was going, and odds were that that was the place where people would start gathering. Right now, she just didn't have the energy to search for them.

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Velin remained silent.

In itself, this was nothing new, but the situation in the first apostle's mind was something quite different as she watched the gruesome revival ritual playing out in front of his eyes. He had seen death before, he had seen blood, gore and agony far worse than this before, so why...why was it so hard for him to watch? Why did he have to force his gaze not to stray away from the sight of Kira's head being cut off? Granted, she had been a reliable ally, but even those had to be sacrificed from time to time. Why should this one be any different? And why...why couldn't he get that little girl off hís mind?

'Have you ever loved anyone other than yourself?'

Such a childish question. Why should he need to attach himself to another in such a fashion? Sooner or later you'd have to let go. You always had to let go, he had embraced this fact a long time ago, so why did that question bother him so much? The first apostle didn't know the answer to this, and it irked him, but one thing he did know.

The one responsible for this...he would see them dead before this was over.
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