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For the most part, he ignored their comments and stepped into the portal. The slight disorientation from the time travel passed and he was looking over a quaint little village where Mastema's Citadel had been moments before.

"Erudemasa... fine, I owe you... and only you, but one favor."

His crimson eyes came around full bore on the other two, then back to Eru. Xol had never seen them before and yet they had the power to distort time and who knew what else. It held little relevence to what his current objective was, but he would definitely keep tabs on them from here on out.

"My purpose in the Citadel is my own. Do what you will and stay far from me. For now I have no quarrels with you as you've helped me ascertain a goal much sooner than anticipated. However, untill you call upon your favor you are neither ally nor foe and I have no need for any of you."

*Upon finding herself back in the bedroom and the bed, Nana would look around for merely a moment. It was all she had time for, before she felt dizzying after effects of the teleportation, which would leave Nana quite motionless and defenceless for at least a minute or two. It was something she'd likely never get over, since that type of teleportation just wasn't natural for her*

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*As Mastema "boasted" about his Vanguards, a simple light tink would be heard, as Micha lifted his glass from the table again to sip at his water. Whom ever was outside before, no longer appeared to be there now. That was of course, not quite right since in fact the four would be intruders were now five years in the past, staring at a bustling city full of humans. Back at the conference, by now Eecheb had slipped out of his seat and under the table. Why was anyones guess, but the lad still looked unnerved and restless, hopefully he wouldn't cause any problems. Meanwhile on the same level, Trilla at Mastema's side could see Eecheb and his stranger than normal behavior. It made her curious, which was good because it took her mind off of Tyrsais, which likely meant that Mastema could have his hand back now*

Eecheb: .___.,, | ......... !

Trilla: T__T; | .......... | .___. | ?

Micha: . . .

*After some time had passed, Nana had come out of her dizzy spell, and turned over on her side of the bed facing the window. She was about mid way, and had the pillow that Mastema rested on, firmly held to her chest. Nana was awake, but that was to be expected, why she had left the conference was something of a personal nature. It all revolved around one day, this being the second time Nana had done something special on that single day of the year. From the expression on her face, one could tell Nana was at least a little sad. It had to make one wonder what it was all about. A slight flinch and the pillow was held even tighter, Nana's face half burried into it. At least it was slightly comforting if anything, and Nana knew that everyone else was just upstairs. If the children misbehaved any, they could be sent down or to their rooms, or elsewhere. That would be up to Mastema for the moment*

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Mugiri awoke, aparently he had fallen asleep on the floor. He rose, his stiff spine popping loudly, and his wings stretching out soreness. He stretched his arms, and stood, stretching his body. It felt amazingly better than hours before, and marveled at his master's medicinal wonders. He could have easily woken up, and even easier repaired himself, but he could only trust his new powers so much. Speaking of new, his nails seemed sharper than before he slept, now black and tipped. He examined them slowly, overturning his hand. He called out telepathically, like as if he were talking to his master, but to a wider audience.... hopefully. "Master? Anyone? Can anyone hear me?" He hoped his new powers came with telepathy, for he grew tired of solitude. Ever since he had bonded with the child Kaiden; actually, since he had raised his own child, he had felt alone over long periods of time. Not the greatest kind of skill for someone in his occupation.

Telepathy was amusing, and though the powers of Mas's newer addition were slight in comparison to the nueral throbbing behind the barrier, it was discernable. Indeed, the man that had been caring for Kaiden did interest, for one reason or another. For a moment the voice considered the possibility that Mastema might try to invade or pick up on every thought going in or out, or simply try and block them all. In the past a few minor tricks had been useful, such as the dreamlike introduction to Eecheb.

If only the travesties of time and space had been a bit more kind, perhaps the enslaved elemental might not be acting as something by which the voice channelled it's thoughts. It was simple, it was direct, and it was sent towards the man who'd literally pulled Kaiden from the depths of hell.

Hello... Was the simple offer to the man's head, the thoughts coming as they often did, in the raspy disembodied voice of something that never was.

"I shall refrain from going into detail at the moment, because some of the specifications are long-winded and perhaps esoteric, but I shall go on with those later if any of you wish. Aside from these four, there is also a fifth, rather special one which is currently incomplete. However, all of these units function in different degrees of speciality in combat and can function individually to great effect and in unity to devastating effects. They are using new types of technology in our arsenal as well, not the least of which is positron based weaponry." Mastema had incorporated a nuclear weapon system into this project, positron weaponry. Perhaps this was his counter to the plasma based weaponry used by their assailants. "These kinds of weapons will interact with and annihilate the electrons making up the enemy at their substances. In essence, they will be destroyed at their atomic level."

Proto wondered about these new drones, but had little time to do that before his thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of yet another outside the barrier: Kaiori. Proto had only met her once, but with the use of citadel surveillance, Proto could deduce who she was, despite her now human body. Kaiori's looks were also now similar to how they had been when Proto had last seen her. Mastema had allowed those outside to go freely for the moment, even allowing the elemental's telepathy with Mugiri, but Proto wouldn't let this one slip. Turning to Thanatos, Proto informed him in his own language of Kaiori's presence, and what he could tell of her condition.

"Nani!?" The shout from Thanatos had come too loudly to be surprised at Mastema's statement. With only a brief look from those in the room, Than stood up, speaking: "I'm sorry, but I have to go, now! I'll come back if I can and catch up!" Not having enough time to say goodbye by the time he got to the door, Than quickly went about getting what was necessary by what Proto told him. It was time to come face to face with Kaiori, whom Than had at one time held so dear but was now so distant from, once again.

*Thanatos' sudden should had attracted the attention of the children, and now he was leaving? What was going on? Trilla had turned to watch Thanatos go, Eecheb was still looking around underneath the table with a strange expression, and Micha didn't do much more than place his glass back onto the table. A moment or two after Thanatos had left, Eecheb had turned to where Thanantos had once been, then to the way he had gone, still the odd look plagued him, what was up with that? With Thanatos gone, his siblings couldn't keep track of him, they had one less thing to focus on and that spelt trouble. Nana would come back to the conference room soon, but not just yet, she still needed a few more minutes to herself to be put back into the proper frame of mind*

Trilla: v.v

Eecheb: .__.,

Micha: . . .

*Kaiori's face held a soft somber expression. She had done her duty now, the one she had tried so hard to avoid all these years. She was basically useless now to anyone. She had given birth to two beautiful children, who would, she knew, sometime soon find their own loves. She had created the next promising generation, as was meant to be. Her children held great potential to change the world in immense ways. Soon, she thought somewhat happily, soon she would be with her first child, her beloved Beleth. Crimson stains her very pure white existence but she would not heal her wounds, she simply let her blood flow.*