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Hmph! *Mastema grunts lightly as the upward directed kick made its connection. After that, Mastema let the laws of gravity take over. He arced back through the air and presed both hands into the ground before pushing himself into a second arc to come back to his feet, his skirt flailing rather wildly. Mastema stared at Truinthil with his usual look of deep hatred* You have the audacity to break our alliance do you? Well you will face the consequences either now or in due time.....You are fortunate to be lower on my list of priorities. *Mastema, with Micha in safety, commands Zio to return the barrier to normal status, as to save the energy for something more useful. Truinthil would encounter his normal difficulty in exitting the barrier. Of course, Mastema would change a few things so the man would not so easily get back in. Zio would also be ready to transport either Nana or Eecheb to the tower if Mastema deemed it necessary. If Truinthil moved with lightning speed again, Zio was ready to telelport them whenever it could not track Truinthil's movements as a safety precaution*

Fenton: *The whomper was gnawing gainlessly at the steel air. His teeth just slide over the tightly packed molecules of air*

Breaking the alliance was not my intention, but I will admit that I did act a bit rashly.

~Truinthil said as he remained prone, his left foot still planted firmly against the ground and his right leg sticking upward.~

Your son though is so very interesting. Never says a word. I wished only to see what his reaction to the outside world would be. To gain the knowledge that something beyond this boring chrome dreamworld exists. To give him access to many more books than he ever thought possible. To teach him. To make him into a being worthy of utter respect from even the likes of us. I would not have converted him to my allegience. I simply wanted to figure him out by using whatever non-harmful means I had at my disposal. I see though that I will have to wait. Perhaps I will gain another, better, opportunity than this one to figure him out. It will all have to wait though.

~Truinthil laughed then as he lumbered back upright, then leaned forward with the momentum, his eyes half covered by his upper eyelids, looking through the bangs of his hair. His arms hung forward limply and his head slowly turned to the right as he began to speak again.~

You have brought out more of me than I had intended to reveal for quite some time now. I suggest you study it well, for it is only the tip of the ice berg. Before I was last revived, and before I my last body was destroyed, the amount of power I just displayed would have been at least two thirds of my total. Now though....No...I think I will not tell you anymore. I wonder though if it would be too much to tell you how I came about this new and glorious power. I wonder, yes I do. Hmm. What do you think? Would it be too much? Hmm?

~Truinthil stared at Mastema, unblinkingly, his back bent at a painful looking angle, but his eyes, still half closed, were as bright as ever with the light of supposed insanity. Those eyes burned with that light as well as the light of age, wisdom, and power. A mere mortal would likely quake in fear from that stare if not simply passing out or worse.~

@_@;

W--Where is Micha?

*Nana notices a sound and looks around, seeing nothing until she looks up*

o.o;

Wh--

*Micha would remain un-moving from the thrown, the tips of his fingers arched and bent in a bit over the ends of the thrown arms. His wings were crushed back against the tall backing of the chair. Trilla tugs at the bottom of Micha's robe to get his attention, she hadn't seen the fused bracelet yet. Micha turns his head to look at his curious sister. She knew that Mastema disappeared from time to time, but she didn't know too much about the teleporter. Well other than the fact that she got dizzy when it was used in combination with herself, much like Nana, Trilla got dizzy after being teleported*

Trilla: o.o How'd Micha do that? Trilla wants to know!

Micha: . . .

Zio: Lord Micha has been transported to the 100th floor of the main tower under Lord Mastema's directive. It was a safety precaution.

Fenton: *The little whomper was just suspended in air and seemed to push against the invisible walls* domokun domokun

*He grinned, but in a sort of hidden way* Sometimes I know you so well that I simply can not resist acting otherwise. Tread carefully Truinthil. I've anticipated your moves quite accurately in the past and do not think I can not see into the soul you believe is your own. And do not bore me with the speech of you possibly not having one such soul. *He chuckled to himself, truly amused* You were a slave to your own creator... thus you can be slave to another. Follow your own words and do not make assumptions... especially since you do not know my son in the least. Who knows.... perhaps he was using you in a way as well. Oh that would be fun would it not? The mighty Truinthil manipulated by a boy of no more than three months. Now then... if you call talk so useless, even though your boasts reak of an urge to fight, leave this citadel and crawl into Gabriel's traps on your own *Mastema, oddly, folded his hands behind him and turned his back to Truinthil*

Heh. You do know me well Mastema. I no longer deny having a soul, for if I had none, my kinder set of emotions likely would have never developed. Though as to my being a slave...Imprisonment was more like it. I was never used for anything. Had Draeken used my power that was locked away in his own mind, he would have been corrupted. But think what you will. And when did I say that I knew your son. I simply stated that I would not be a plaything. That is a fact, though you may not realize it yet. Im surprised though that you let me go so easily. You and I are alike, whether you like it or not, and killing someone that is or could be on equal footing with yourself isnt entirely out of the question sure, but you would think twice on it. Consider the possibilities that could be found by carefully manipulating this other person. You expect that I will have some use to you in the future, therefore you keep me alive, or at least free. Even if you think you will only be keeping me around for amusement, it is still a use. I have never wasted valuable minds and bodies. I used them till there was nothing left. Using people is the key to victory, no matter who's side you are on. It is all a great game isnt it? So much fun to play. So tell me. Who do you think is truly being used right now? Me? You? Members of the BC? Gabriel or his lackies? It is hard to tell isnt it? The strings are always invisible until it is too late. You know that well I suspect. Wait....Of course you do. I used you once without being detected until it was too late. Heh. Oh you figured it out somewhat at the end, ruining my surprise a bit, but it was a successful game for me I think. Yes. Quite successful. I leave now. Like always, it has been a pleause doing business with you.

~With no more than the twich of an eye, if even that, Truinthil was gone. His presense was completely gone from the Citadel and not even traceable within many miles of the chrome city, inside or outside the barrier.~

~Once he dissapeared, the cube of seemingly solid, but invisible air around the whomper simply ceased to exist suddenly, leaving the critter to fall to the floor.~

=_= !!
He what? That thing tried to abduct my son?!

*Oh yes, Mastema and Nana had MUCH to talk about that night. Ranging from Proto's odd behaviour to a demon being within the citadel barrier and the near abduction of Micha. If Nana hadn't been so stressed out before, she certainly was now. How much more could she take? If there wasn't something or someone threatening her family, then she was having the wits scared out of her*

=_=;;
At least..... they're safe...... for the moment.

*Trilla continues to try and pry information from Micha, that by now she should know she will not get. Micha has been surprisingly tollerant of his sister up until now, but like Nana how much more could this child take before reaching his breaking point. The smell of burnt skin and blood was in the air, and the bloody tear left in the child's lower was sludged over*

Trilla: o.o --and why does Micha smell funny? o__o Tell Trilla! Trilla wants to know! Micha~!

*Nana jumps, not expecting anyone behind her. Mastema did have the uncanny ability to do such things, and the only reason Nana had caught him the last time was due to a squeaky door. Mastema would receive a light arm flail fwapping unlike any he had experienced since the day he had proposed to Nana, and at that time aswell scared the wits out of her, appearing from the dark*

@.@;;

Nyah! Don't do that!!

~_~;

Mastema, I swear you're going to give me a heart attack one day, if you keep scaring me so...!!

*Nana huffs loudly and in a drawn out low breath, places her forehead on Mastema's back, tightly squeezes his torso, then tries to follow along with him without letting go*

=_=;
Hnn.

*The walk back to the central tower would be an awkward one. Nana was half looking around for the demon, and half trying to calm her nerves. Neithe of the two activities were doing well. Orias could be anywhere, and the thought of Micha almost being taken away by an "ally" was less than calming, but rather just one more thing to raise Nana's stress levels to a new high*

--_--;

It's not only that... its so many things that have happened today. I swear my heart will burst if anything else happens. I should retrieve Eecheb aswell in the meantime.

*Micha remains in the thrown, glancing through the floating screens to his sister below, whom was still pesering him about.... everything*

Micha: . . .