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She snickered as the darkness around her snapped at him, a warning. "like i said, love is pathetic"

Feena watched him walks away while glaring at him. Another mission sucessful. She snickered one last time and walked away, soon covered with pure darkness. When Sakura wakes up, she would make sure she doesn't remember anything that happened. Nothing.

Rivven brushed sweat from his brow, light despite the heavy work he'd been doing, and warm despite the large block of ice he sat against like one would a tree. His coat lay several yards away, hanging on a tree branch. He tugged lightly at the high skin-tight neck of his black sleeveless shirt, and then at the elbow length sleevless gloves. It felt good most of the time to have the ice melt and drip down him after practice, but now it just gave him chills. He had been out here doing nothing but training and resting for three days. He was actually rather suprised no one in such a populated place had come upon him, but maybe he had just found a good spot in the wilderness. Quietly, he stood and looked at the giant block of ice. Tensing his muscles and gathering his chakra he dicided to give it one more try before going back. The turnout was perfect; his body and chakra endured easily an hour being pushed as hard as any non-combat situation could puch them, and each time came to nearly a tie. But that wasn't why. He was fighting for that memory. Flames. Pain. Sorrow. Rage. He hadn't worked a bit moreout of it, but he intended to. As the ice began to grow, he struck it feircly and repeatedly, shattering and cutting it with deafening echoes even as it grew. For a moment, he wondered if perhaps the people were just deaf, no spot could keep this racket away from people.

She awakend underneath a tree, her hand on her forehead as she tried to remember what happened last night, but..somehow she couldn't remember. SHe slowly sat up and looked around, relizing she was still in the forest. Her long lavender hair that was in a loose ponytail came undone and falling down to her sides as she wondered what to do. Maybe if she could find someone to spar with.

Felicia jumped slightly and her pupils dilated for the split second that the stranger spoke. He didn't seem like he was going to attack her, but from the way that he was smashing ice left, right and centre, she wouldn't be surprised if he did. Sliding her feminine fingers along her weapon, in case she would need it, Felicia darted her pale blue eyes to a random bushel, and bit her bottom lip nervously.

"Sorry to have distured you," she apologised. "I just heard the noise, and-" she stopped there. There was really no point in telling a whole story.

With a sigh, Rivven stopped and took a step away. Without his magic the ice would all melt, but it would take a long time. Turning away, he decided that even though he was already tired, he'd head to the arena. He didn't necisarily need to fight anyway, he could just watch a match. But his nerves were frayed dangerously from all this worry at his memory. Whatever this particular one with the flames was, it was something important. Getting it off his mind would do him a world of good, if he could find something to take up the full of his attention. He strode off silently toward the arena. He had learned his way about decently, but there was one thing he needed to do some searching for. His muscles ached, and after whatever he found there, he was due for a bath, or shower.

Marises slowly made her way through the forests thick overgrowth. Her bare feet, had no forms of ill-malidies or formations on it what so ever. The sleeves of her kimono billowed in the wind, tossing her white-golden tresses like spun silk about. Her sapphire eyes looked up at the slowly setting sun, clutching it in her grasp her pupils delated and her cornea shimmered in hues of blue and sea green. The young girl continued her decent into the deep bowles of the forest, stopping every now and then to admire the undergrowth and fliting visiage of the dusky-red appearence of the moon.

"...what a beautiful evening it is...I wonder."

~...feena...~ Teresa immediately thought. She recognized that energy signature. Since when did Wonderland let Feena out? She needed to learn how to control that Feena. Personally, Teresa didn't like Feena at all last time that woman nearly killed her and Darksun.
Teresa shook the memory out of her head. Standing upon a boulder near a massive lake within the wilderness. Her gauntlets and staff laying on the ground a few yards away from her. Wearing her training clothing. Which consist of mini black shorts and and extremely short revealing leather top. Her hair in its usual long thick braid that went down to the back of her knees.
Her brandy colored eyes covered by the black bandanna so others would not feel uncomfortable about her blindness. She would've been looking straight out over the lake if she could see that is.