~Final Destiny Dojo~ Live we shall.

[Zero Tiadahlo]

Amarian cooed in his sleep.

Since Mai was in the hallyways anyhow, she turned quickly and swiftly without waking the baby. Hinnaku! She whispsered her shout. Let her be creamated. It would be just as easy either way. My friend is an alchemist. She said. She waited this time, instead of leaving. Hearing the baby coo, she rocked him a bit and took her other hand, an continued to support him, but petting him, extremely gently behind the left ear. He seemed to smile in his sleep.

[Hinnaku2]

As Mai's words came out Hinnaku tried to turn but at his speed he only managed to loose his balance and slam into the elevator door, "Damnit!" he said as he lay on the ground, he sat up and looked at Mai. She was still holding Amarian who seemed to be sleeping happily. "Alchemist? Oh, ok then," He still winced at the idea of her body being cremated, but then again he had no idea that Separ was now...


Laying on the beach passed out. He had come out to see if the crews were alright before he set about his task. One offered him some grog that he happily accept, and it had been the last he needed to finnaly pass out, which he had done. The crewers threw a blanket from the boat over him and went back to there own little camps.

[DemonicShitHead]

Death was still on the beach he sighed some about almost dying then getting attacked by an assassin. He knew assassins he used to be one. He knew who ever had hired him wouldn't stop hiring them untill one of them completed the job. Death kied some sand with his feet and walked back towards the dojo.

Once he made it to the doors he held out his arms and opened them with out even touching them. Once he stepped onto the marble floor his shoes began to tap some. He could since that some one was in great pain but wasn't sure who the only thing that he knew was they were on the fifth floor or around that way he would check there first. He walked intot he elevator and hit the fifth floor button.

[ChaosMidget]

Moash didn't say anything as they went about running out the room. Closing the door with a weave, he thought about what was said. He sighed after a long while. "No. It's impossible. She's not coming back." He sat for ahwile, staring into nothingness. He weaved out the lights, and eventually faded into a deep meditation.

[Hinnaku2]

Hinnaku heard the sound of the elevator but ignord it, he was watching the door that had just shut on it's own, "Huh, odd," He said, he then turned towards the elevator and got to his feet, "Wonder who that is," He looked down at his legs, "I just hope they heal."

[DemonicShitHead]

Death was waiting for the elevator to reach the fifth floor. It dinged then the large steal doors opened. Death saw hinn standing there and figured that he was in pain. He could see it in his eyes.

"Whats going on Hinn?"

He didn't know for sure if Hinn knew that he could heal or not so he just stood there waiting for a response from him

[Hinnaku2]

"Oh, hi Death, wrong?" Hinnaku looked down at his legs, "Well, I shattered my knees, alot. I was wondering if you would be able to heal them?"

[DemonicShitHead]

Death looked at Hinn's knees and saw that they were not normal looking. Death walked up to Hinn and looked up at him.

"Yeah sure I'll heal them."

Death held his hands out and electricity slowly made its way from deaths hands to the knees of Hinn. The shattered bones in his knees began to form back together and heal almost instantly.

"There ya go they shoul dbe better in a few hours."

[Zero Tiadahlo]

Utter darkness.
The way she liked it.

But the reason she was here. The reason she was hiding was not becuase she enjoyed this darkness. No, she could enjoy it wherever she wanted. It would always follow her. She swiftly moved through the trees amungst the shadows - unseen and unheard.

And that was the way she liked it.

But what was the reason she returned? A hermit, she did have little intentions of returning. Was is possible that the fact she was called was only a factor of her return? Could it be possible she returned for more than one 'someone'? She was mysterious, no one would find out until much later. If they would find out at all.

And that was the way she liked it.

But emotion wouldn`t inferfere with the main reason she had returned. From the depths she sat in, to where her name dropped into the underworld, she darted about in the dense forest, suddenly returning to life. She made no sound.

And that was the way she liked it.

Most of the time.

But as she finally dropped from the tree, nearing the front of her fate, no sound or noise was made. Not even a ruffle from the leaves or a shifting of her black armor against her elemental sword. If ANYTHING made a sound, it MIGHT have been the end flaps of the red cloth on her head with the skull off the the side. As she still hid in the blackness of the night, almost like the cheshire cat, she smiled, and it might`ve been seen. She was mysterious all right.

And that was the way she liked it.

But while she closed in on the front of the building, thoughts of old friend flashed through her mind`s eye. Shaking it away, she felt the presence of the front doors only about 30 feet infront of her. She didn`t need to ready her sword. This was her home.

And she didn`t know that that was the way she liked it.

So she walked up the steps quietly, making little noise at all...creaking open the front door and as she slipped inside, she felt it only polite to pull away her red cloth. She untied it and placed it in one of her many pockets.

Crystal eyes gazed through the room. Zero`s blinks were slow as she made her way quickly and swiftly through the halls and up the stairs. She didn`t much like the elevators becuase of her ... condition ...

[Zero Tiadahlo]

[Yay. bedtime for me. And wewt; teh gradient text xD!]

[ChaosMidget]

Fiver plunges headlong into the swampy marsh, his large padded feet making a distinct squish against the murky bog water. His leather armor squeaks almost inaudibly against damp fur. Pushing away a gnarled bush to view the clearing where his house is situated, a near-blinding light shines directly towards him. A single paw reachs up to shield his vision. Squinting, his eyes adjust to the bright glow of a raging inferno that engulfs his home. If he could just get inside he might be able to save some of his more valued possesions. He moves quickly to carry out his plan, when a single strand of barely visible blackish thread shoots out of the swamp like a whip, entwining itself about his waist. It sears on contact, nearly melting the leather material of his armor, and leaving an orange glow ablaze apon its surface. Just as quickly as it had shot out, it recoils back, sending Fiver spinning and sprawling through the air. On impact, he rolls through the muck to his side, lying face to face with a more hideous creature than he had ever seen in his years as a swamp-hermit. Its shadowy cloak lies about its neck, and the face, which is utterly repulsive enough to curdle milk and mutate turtles, stares out at him with empty sockets where eyes should be. This creation that may as well be a slap in the face to mother nature stands upright, with more of the semi-glowing strands wrapped about its arms. It tilts its head slightly as Fiver grabs up his halberd and aims for the grotesque face, and suddenly snaps one whip at his neck, pulling him to his feet with sickening speed. His weapon falls to the murk, like so many things before it. Clutching at the rope entwined about his neck feebly with his paws, Fiver hopes for a miracle. Anything to get this freak out of his face.

[Zero Tiadahlo]

She neared the floor where she felt Mai. But she felt other things outside. Bad other things. And without a warning, took flight right from the stairs outside through an open window. As she was gliding to where she felt now, two presences, one much weaker than the other, that sly grin returned to her. Pulling her blindfold to her face, the smile dissapeared. Honestly, this was perfectly normal. She`d attack it, weaken or kill it, and disapear from view.

Zero suddenly closed her wings over the signal where she dropped to the ground and landed with the soun of a small, flat object hitting the ground. Taking no time she pulled around her sword and charged at the foul creature that stood before her. But how was she to know what it looked like. She began to scan the monster even as she run up to him and at two steps away from him, launched off one foot. In mid air, she grabbed the sword from her back in between her wings with her right hand. Bringing the blade to the left side of her body infrot of her shoulders, and still was going towards him. She was close to him now and she felt it, so she released her left arm, and it swing a full 180 degree from left to right, attempting to cut off the beasts head. She kept a keen ear to hear if he was to attatck. But her stealth would have made it next to impossible.

[ChaosMidget]

Fiver's intensely acute hearing picked up the barely audible sound of someone or something soaring through the air in the general direction of the freak, and in turn him. Not quite understanding either's motives, Fiver is less worried about the searing rope than he is about the glint of a weapon that he sees from the corner of his eye. Using his paws to prevent his next move from hanging himself, Fiver pulls his powerful legs to his chest and kicks away at the monstrous thing. The force of the blow knocks him backwards, snaps the weave, and sends the freak sprawling backwards into the approacher's waiting blade. Fiver lands on his feet, knee deep in marsh-slime.