Welcome to Gaia! ::

*He nodded* All right. It is not really Twilight that I am worried about anyway. Ah... before you leave... * Mastema reached out and grasped Nana's wrist lightly. He turned her palm upward and dropped a small device into her palm. It was a small cube made of a plastic-like material* That is an emergency transportation device. It is meant to be activated by a voluntary energy transfer from its user. It is specifically tuned to your aura at the moment. It has enough power for one emergency transport from anywhere within 60 miles of the citadel barrier, which is where it will place you, right outside of the barrier and within range of aid. It can only be used once.... after that it must either be recharged or replaced.

::Tyrsais would be somewhat curious about Omega. The mist would avoid coming within a short distance of Omega for quite a period of time. Tyrsais would materialize on top of a building a short distance off from the robot. His body at his lair would vanish into the mist reforming there.::

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I hope so.

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Well then, I'm off. I'll be back soon, take care love, hmm hmm~ and little love.

*Nana wanders over to the sword, then carefully picks it up and starts over toward the bedroom door. If Mastema had anything else to say, she'd let him say it before she left the room. Micha remained as he was, he had watched the exchange between both Mastema and Nana, then watched Nana go off to gather up the sword before moving toward the door. He seemed more interested in what his mother was doing, rather than outside for now*

Micha: . . .

Fare well and safe journy. *He chuckled once* Well then it would seem our little secret will no longer be a secret. *Mastema patted Micha once*

Slayer: Thank you. *Slayer walked slowly into the room but didn't go right over to Kai. Instead, Slayer demonstrated a quality he and Mastema shared by going to a blown out window and looking out into the streets* My apologies for Himura's brutality. It is because of persons like himself that modern Nightwalker's don't have a welcoming feeling to them. I prefer more civil methods.... *He chuckled* I truly am old.... I ramble like an old man. No use denying that anymore. Would it be too much if I asked how the company is doing? I have not been there in quite some months....

((editted))

^_^

Fare well, and again thank you.

*The door would close before Mastema finished chuckling, and began to speak again. A few seconds after Nana had left, Micha turned back to the window and started staring off into space again. Nana would start down the hall, and stairway again before nodding to Proto and heading toward the elevator. With sword in hand, the unit would know what she was doing, as it was something she and Proto had "talked" about a little earlier; Trilla and Eecheb remained in the mind for now*

Micha: . . .

Omega:......... *Tyr wouldn't get much, if not some interesting things to ponder. Omega was quite a sight to behold. It was a white robot with an exoskeletal look to it. Its eyes were anything but mechanical. The piercing yellow color of Omega's eyes was that of a biological being. It was enough to make one ask if Omega was all machine. The bot's legs were slim and seemed made for speed and precision, as were its arms. Behind the head, there was wild, red hair that went about half way down its back. A spiney tail was also visible, the length about as big as Omega itself. Omega's shoulders were housing a pair of devices which served an unknown purpose. All in all, Omega stood 9ft tall to the head and 10ft tall if the shoulders were included*

*Mastema thought for a moment, and then decided to give himself some ambience. A key from the piano would be heard every second or so, in a slow tune*

Slayer: I see. As I understand it.... you haven't been on the best luck streak recently..... and I do not say that to sound offensive. Soon enough, I plan to pay the place a visit myself and check on my pupils. I understand it may not be much of a favor, but if you wish, I would be happy to deliver any messages you may wish to give them.

*Hearing the piano playing not far from him, Micha turns back to look at the huge white, sound producing contraption. This wasn't the first time he had heard the piano, or seen it played in one fashion or another. After looking at the ivory keys for a moment or two, the boy looks up to Mastema, perhaps trying to see what he was doing to manipulate the piano this time around*

Micha: . . . ?

*Nana would get onto the elevator and start heading down to the ground floor, it would take her a minute or so to get there via the elevator*