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Takara had his left hand upon the sheathed blade on the off chance that something weird was going on around here, and Ziven meant to attack him. When she stopped and backed down Takara let his hand drop. He felt her voice in his head, it was not unlike some other creatures he had encountered before. Takara however, was not very good at anything beyond basic magics and so wasn't sure how to reply mentally instead choosing to speak verbally, allowing her to communicate mentally if that's how she wanted it.

"I come to offer my condolences. For your loss. I am, sorry that someone close to you has fallen."

Takara said nodding his head in respect. He had no idea of what kind of man Reeve was, or how he treated Ziven aside from what Master Seisuke told him in the arena, but still. If he was important to her, then he felt he should at least say something.

"I am more sorry still, that I did nothing to prevent it. Though I felt it was not my place to get in the way of their fight. If there is anything I can do for you. Please ask. I will try."

The ronin finished rising his head up to find the large mark on her cheek. Blinking his blue eyes Takara tilted his head to the left.

"If you do not mind my prying. How did that happen? Are you alright?"

He said pointing to the red mark with his hand.

The more he spoke, the more she realized he was sincerely showing her kindness. Halting her restless pacing, she turned to him again, watching him silently, pondering his words, still thinking of that which Yawgmoth had said but mere moments before. "This was not your battle. Reeve chose to fight with him, that goal was clear as crystal. Though I mourn for him, it was what he wanted.

I am afraid Mr Yawgmoth does not approve of me. I am different, to him different is imperfection and imperfection is not to be tolerated." she finished, again turning away from him. Gingerly she raised her hand to her cheek again, touching her cheek which had stopped stinging but was now incredibly tender.

Blue eyes watched him with an intense curiosity. When he neared her, she wondered what he wanted but this was soon answered. She stood proudly, considering his words for a moment until she realized he had intentionally pricked himself to bleed. "Even if I had the desire to know him, I do not believe I would truly want to know.

Since you have already injured yourself, it would be unacceptable to refuse. Your kindness is far greater than I deserve, snapping at you like that." she replied. Closing her eyes gently, she lowered her head slightly in anticipation of pain upon his touch.

Ember watches the lady she met brefley last night and wonders what had happened to her. She watches the man she did not know and wonders if he could truly heal her as he said he could. Not wanting to disturb them she says nothing to them for not. She unscrews the the lid on her flask and takes a sip them a drawl from her clove cig.

"It is just a way of saying thank you for your kindness. You showed it to me first. I owed you this debt."

Takara said with a smile. The ronin's face however took a turn for the worst. His cheerful boyish expression soured very quickly. His light blue eyes narrowed into fierce pools of darker blue coloring. It was like, suddenly the calm gentle boyish face had left in place of a cold heartless one.

"Master Yawgmoth is in the kitchen, I believe it is time he and I met again. I bid you farewell for the night."

The tone of his voice through the mental communication had changed as well. Much deeper, much more confidence and resolve in his voice. This was shown by the fact that he did not bow his head or body to leave and simply vanished. His speed had nearly tripled and the last thing that held his feeling was the kitchen door shutting behind an invisible force.

Fox wlaks in to the room. His hair was messed up some as he was walking in from a well rested night. his tial was just hanging there behind him as he was makeing his way to the bar, his feet slid acros the ground in a slugish speed for him. His arms swayed back and forth with eatch move that he made. On his what seemed almost endlis journy to the cool crisp clean tast of the spring water that was waiting for him.
" God my head hurts, I hould have not pushed my self last night."
He was talking to him self as he was walking over, well as good as he could for he knew there where around 13 other thigns lioning in on him. so he knew he was nto as crazy as he looked. There was alout on this young man's mind right now. the resent promoshen in the socal standings of this place and some of the other things that eh had to do killing Alley, striding to be a stronenouf person for Yawgmoth, and now not being the little b***h that he was being from time to time so he would not get on Ali's bad side once again. He finoly made it to his normal spot and got his water then shoulfeling his way over to the large red chair that was waiting for him infrunt of the fireplace.

Crawling up what seemed to be cold, he reached something warm, warm skin was now under his legs, who's it was, he didn't know or dared to see.

He flew away through the air as he suddenly got knocked away by a strong force. Before landing on the ground, he had changed to his humanlike form, a teen, holding his hand to his head, and the other behind him. Ouch..