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"Good." Kenryoku replied.
He stood back slightly, focusing on himself, meditating in his own way. This caused his Daemon blood to be overwhelmed with his Elven, and his magics to bury themselves deep within his soul.

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"I'm not drooling!" Morrigan hissed, before allowing herself to indulge in the items. She relished each and every drop that touched her lips, deep satisfaction the only thing she could sense. It was just so good.... She drank huge cups with honey at the bottom so they both would mix from time to time also; one of her favorite drinks. She drank the honey just as easily as the tea and milk; in fact, she was surprised at herself getting so carried away. Even Vincent was getting a kick out of this, the man's arms crossed.
"So, indulging a bit, are we, Morrigan?" he asked quietly, and she ignored him; lusting for milk and honey and ginger were understatements. "Worse than a kitten on catnip and valerian 25X extract....." he murmured, patting her on the head.
She jumped, diving to the side and rolling to her feet, ready to pounce, eyes widened. He had surprised her, and he helped himself to a sip of her milk. She snarled in reaction. He chuckled for a bit longer, tilting his cup and an imaginary hat to her, taking another sip before setting it down. Looking to Po-ar, he grinned, friendly and amiable unlike his sister that moment. "So I see you've discovered our Fae bloodline courtesy of Morrigan here..." he nodded towards her, grinning. "Amusing, ne?"

"Amusing isn't quite the word I'd use." Po-ar replied. "Though... her reaction to such food items surprises me. Unnatural... Almost like I was with my pink elephants when I was young."

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Kenryoku's eyes opened suddenly, a sword coming to his hand out of thin air. "Forgive me... but I find that having a weapon along could help keep the secracy of me being there a bit longer."

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Soy smiled. "Weapons are good, swords are better," she quoted a friend from long ago.
It was strange, she was in a light mood, but possibly facing her death.
I''ve been through worst, she reminded herself. Again with the cockiness.

Vincent tossed Morrigan a ginger root, which she began to gnaw on whole-heartedly, while he chuckled. "Well, she's 1/2 Faery, and then 1/4 elf and 1/4 human, which explains it. While I have my instincts under control, Morrigan's never been able to get a handle on them. Well, she usually does, but she slips from time to time.
She adored him for the ginger, sitting on the floor where she landed, happily chewing on it. "It's easy to pacify her, at least." he smiled.
She nodded. "I thought we'd never tell anyone, Vincent...?"
Vincent laughed. "Ah, what use is there in that whenever it's plain to see? Look, even your eyes are going crazy. Try and tell me that's human."
And indeed, they were, flashing from deep lavender to aqua to silver, to green, to deeper green, to bright blue; the closest she ever got to brown was a deep hazel. "On the bright side, you're talking again.... That's usually a good sign, it's whenever you refuse to that I start to worry."
"Wha?" Morrigan asked, blinking. She forgot most of what just happened, but she was treasuring the milk, honey, and ginger like gold. Which she also liked. Shiny things, ooo...
"Morrigan, Morrigan, MORRIGAN!" Vincent shouted, snapping to get her attention. "Look away from the pots and pans. Get a hold of yourself. Get a hold of yourself. Get a hold of yourself." he repeated, inducing a light trance in her. "That's right, Morrigan, stand up, sit down in a chair, finish your tea."
She was sweet, and happy to say the least. In most cases, she would have reacted violently, however, their gifts made her pleasant and placid and a joy to be around. "Thank you!" she purred, voice sweet as the honey she just devoured.

"I'm different...With my blood, I've been blessed with the ability to use energy in excess ammounts, but it's kind of complicated...Cause I like, learned twice, so I guess that makes me double special or something..." Soy smiled sheepishly. "I'l stop now. Besies, we're here."

Vincent suddenly looked alarmed. "However, uh...!!!!!!"
But it was too late. Morrigan shoved the root into her mouth, leaping and pouncing and pinning him. "NOT FUNNY!!!!!" she yelled, "If that's funny, then, well, the entire Tarnb-jin RACE is simply decrepit monkey-elve-orc-halfling megabreeds with nickelstore abilities!"
Vincent winced. "Ai, I was about to say, tisn't a good thing to laugh at her...Actually, though, this is pretty hilarious..." he snickered, before busting out laughing himself.
Ooooo, Morrigan was gonna KILL!