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Plushy had panic some, It is very posible that is why you so snapy lately, but Plushy don't know for sure if you don't tell him what the glowing moral looked like. You did look at it befor eatting it, didn't you? Plushy can know if you are or are not poisoned, tell Plushy, what did the glowing moral look like? Plushy almost beg as he asked, as his worry for the small dragon growed.

(she is wearing a Japanese school girl uniform and its not messy like in the picture, its neat and tidy, and has little Gothic trinkets on it i prefer this kinda look for her))



"And how, pray tell, doth thee intend to stop oneself?" Willow replied, clearly mocking the girl, her accent sounded slightly french. She sensed another presence in the room, stronger then the two in front of her, and an all to familiar one behind them, suddenly a large number of shadows rose from the floor picking up the books and within seconds the place was looking even more spotless then before.
It was at this point that Willow turned to face them, her eyes were not that of any normal being, they were dead, empty of all emotion and feelings, the sort of eyes that could torture a man simply by looking at him. "This is no mere weapon, for one such as yourself to touch it would burn you so, if you could even carry it of course, it is a part of me, so do forgive me if I ignore your little rules, now if you wouldn't mind, she started walking towards them towards the door they had come through.

((Okay. I will change the picture on your profile, then. I also added that she usually wears a girl’s school uniform. Is that correct? I think I might abolish the rule of only one picture post per page... Pictures are fun and it helps to remember what characters look like without returning to the first page. Bliss, it is slightly easier on the eyes. Still considerably light, but easier all the same. smile By “He snapped back into character,” did you mean he turned back into the man, or was he a talking cat? I will edit this post accordingly if need be.))


Karinda paid little heed to the woman’s mocking tone. “I hath means of ceasing thy destructiveness beyond what thou appeareth to believe.”

Karinda gave a shout of surprise as shadows rose from the floor beneath her feet. Quickly gathering the air about her, her body rose a couple feet from the ground and away from the shadows, her hair blowing about in the wind surrounding only her as the dark beings replaced the books in mere seconds.

As the shadows disappeared, Karinda’s feet once more touched the ground, the wind about her dying. Her breath caught in her lungs as the woman looked to her and Vanessa, the woman's eyes lifeless and unforgiving. Karinda had seen such an expression only once before—before she came to be in a world five-hundred years from her own.

“T’would be best for thee to make haste and depart,” she said through clenched teeth.

Saiirin shuddered from where she waited, her muscles tense as she saw things through Karinda’s eyes.

With a snarl twisting her face, Karinda moved to block the woman’s path from the door through which she and Vanessa had departed--where Plushy waited beyond. Catching sight of Saiirin holding her sword, Karinda raised her hand toward the dragon and summoned Aleron to her. Catching it with an expert hand, she held it in front of her, sparks licking their way down the blade.

Vanessa took a few careful steps away as Saiirin lunged from her perch and grew to her full two feet, her beating wings keeping her in the air just behind Karinda.

“Thou hast not a reason to pass beyond whence thou standeth,” Karinda hissed.

“I do not want violence in here!” Vanessa shouted, fear breaching through her calm expression. “And watch that fire! Both of you just put your weapons on my desk! I don’t have to touch your scythe. So long as I know it’s not in use, I’m fine with that!”

“My sword stays by my side until she hath taken her leave.” Movement arose in Karinda's peripheral vision, her grip tightening on her sword as a man spoke.

“You’re with her?” Vanessa asked the man, gesturing to the woman.

((Well thats screwed up all of my plans for this scene -_-))

((I know that, i was just giving him evils biggrin ))

((Im just waiting for bliss to post, incase your like 'rikku post already gaaarrr scream )) sweatdrop

((His mother (Loki) is the one who is now a cat. Jarod has maintained the physical appearance of the annoying college kid this entire time. When I wrote 'snapped back into character' I meant he started acting like the college kid again, rather than behaving as himself. Sorry if I'm being confusing. sweatdrop
I think I'll just go with a regular green for Jarod from now on. sweatdrop ))

Loki followed after the group, only to find herself back near the entrance of the library. She decided it was too late to hide much now, and she snaked through everyone's legs, aiming to go stand by Jarod. She gave him a look on her way over.

Jarod was temporarily mesmerized by the sword this new girl in front of him held, and the sparks it produced. The child inside glanced around for Loki before answering the librarian's question, his lost confidence quickly returning as soon as he spotted his mother approaching. "Not exactly... we encountered Miss Reaper some ways away from here, and she needed help finding a library. And now we're here, and thanks to her we've encountered you all, and now I'm finishing my answer to your question." He looked down at the cat by his feet, and she gave him the best nod she could manage in her current form. "This... this is the other half of the 'we' I've been speaking of. She isn't normally a cat." Jarod chose not to let them know anything else. He would leave that decision up to his mother.