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A simple building, much smaller and normal than the rest of the marble buildings that made Sanctum such a brilliant place, and sometimes hot or cold. The Weaponry, however, was a cubicle shaped building where its back seemed to curve and descend into the ground. It looked ordinary from the front, though.

Inside, and further in the building, was a barred fence separating the guest from the marketer. The marketer himself was often on the other side sitting, waiting like a statue for a customer. The front end was rather dark, the light being the illumination of maybe about five candles behind the salesperson, barely even revealing his face to show that the merchant was an young man who ranged in his mid-twenties.

The building was quiet, as was the marketer. Even upon entering he would not offer greeting, but wait until his customer was upon the other side of the fence. He would offer no question to what sells, and to who - that being the only condition he had given when he was asked to open a weapon's shop in Sanctum.

His stare was empty, lifeless and stoic. A perfect being who devoted his life in silence. If anything he would offer a few words.

"Finally!" I said to myself as I walked into the shop, I glanced around.
*kinda creepy...* I thought. I was pretty dim inside and I could only see the shopkeeper at the end.
He was pretty quiet and I waited for a bit to see if he would say anything or offer anything. After a few minutes I spoke up and asked, "... excuse me, you got any long and broad swords in stock? and by any chance do you tune guns?"
I wondered if the man heard me. He seemed to have barely even noticed me infront of me, so I decided to stare at him till he twitched.

"..I didn't expect to see you here, Len." Ian spoke out from behind the trench-coated teen.

With a jolt Len jumped and slowly put down the pen he used to fill in for the registration. "..Ian.." Len droned. "..What are you doing here?" He asked, slowly moving to pass around the wavy-haired man.

"Same as you are, I suppose. Registering." Ian chuckled, gracefully taking hold of the pen and signing his name without even looking at the paper, his charismatic eyes boring psychotically into Len's left eye. "..Still hiding the eye of yours behind your hair? Is that why you always have your head down?"

Len shifted, blackmailed to lift his head only to let it droop a little more. Through even his hair Len could see the hidden aura that Ian suppressed, his energy making his usually crimson vision turn almost black. "Why are you here, Ian?" Len asked again.

Ian grinned, dropped the pen and slowly walked towards Len. The marketer than had already begun to take shelter in the underground passage that led to the arena.

His heart was beating more than it should have and he didn't fully understand why it was doing that. Ian slowly turned to gaze at him, and at Ski. Even if he couldn't read his thoughts he that grin of his said more than Nate would have known.

"Nate!" The man exclaimed with open arms as he began to step forward, but stopped short before reaching the man and friend. "How have you been?"

Nate, speechless and unable to properly talk stammered. Sweat rolled down his temple, and little by little his fear was growing. Ian made no comment but continued to look at him with dark eyes of his, emotionless despite his current behavior.

"Not very lively to see an old friend are you, Nate" Ian frowned, but smiled again when he looked at Ski. "And..who might you be? I have never seen you before." He tilted his head and gestured her to tone down her behavior. "There's no need for hostilities. Please, you will scare me."

"Ian." Len spoke up from the back, stepping forward. "I think they just came to register. That is why you here..right?" Len asked, truly curious as he looked both at Ski and Nate.

"You see, Ian.." Len began to speak, but with a lift of Ian's hand was silenced. Obviously, for some reason, Len felt some fear for Ian. As did Nate, but his fear was different.

What was Ian doing here?..

Ian had never once looked away from Ski's tone and comment, only smiled more and her temper fueled his amusement. "You.." He gestured, waving a finger up and down at her, "I like you." He chuckled and then turned to Len. "She says what's right in her mind. But it's only natural.." He grinned and turned to her. "For a B, possibly A or S rank demon. She smells.." Ian leaned close and smelled the air, then breathed it out lovingly. "..Such a breed."

Nate, still stunned continued to stare even after being shook so violently. But alas, Ski's final demand reached him and he sparked back to life with a silent "Oh!" He turned to face Ski, and blinked. That's right. They were in the weaponry..Ski was going to register. But..Ian..did he?

With slight worry he practically begged, "You sure you want to register?" One quick glance at Ian told him that the wave haired man was further amused.

"Why wouldn't she?" Ian asked, and Nate just lowered his head. He felt like a frightened child but he knew of Ian's loss and what he had done. He may not know what it had done but Dark had told him to always stray from Ian...and Ian, with Nate's own human senses, felt unnaturally cold. As long as he continued to look at Ian it felt like his entire soul and spirit was being pulled away from sheer fear, and by being so close. His body trembled, and once again he was looking at the ground.

It was difficult for him to breathe now.

Ski's comment only made Nate's lips turn a further frown, but lifted Ian's to a greather smile. What Nate felt, Ian felt the opposite of.

Even with bared fangs gleaming at him Ian kept himself amused, his smile the same and his eyes dead but bright. Nate's lungs felt constricted, and though it wasn't at all hot he was sweating out of panic and fear. His first instinct then was to blast rounds (4 shots at max) towards Ian but he knew the futility. Nate wasn't powerful, and just by being around Ski, Ian and Len he felt inferior.

"I'm glad that I don't scare you." Ian commended, turning to look at Nate mentally saying that he should follow in example. "That's why I love demons. Strong and proud." He added, turning back to Ski as she demanded more answers.

"You're new to Sanctum, aren't you? I'm sorry I didn't get your name. As you might already know I'm 'Ian'. And this here is Len." He gestured to the seemingly blood-stained red head behind him. "You should already know that things in Sanctum are not what they seem. And that people," He hissed, widening his eyes to the poitn where his pupils shrunk and shook, "aren't as they appear to be either! What they would do for themselves, despite what the outcome might be for others." He giggled, slowly stepping forward.

Nate wanted to move back, but with's Ski's assuring grip he was inspired to stay. He wasn't sure if she knew how tightly she was holding him, and though it didn't hurt him he felt her aggravation. But that was more than enough to allow him to stay.

The further she threatened Ian though, the more nervous Nate got. But she didn't know of Ian, and he wasn't sure if she would understand.

"But yes, I have also registered and I'm looking forward to a battle with you. I do hope tha tit'll be one of the last.." He smiled, casually walking towards them. "May I ask that you step out of my way, however? You are in my way and Irather not have you think rude of me as I push my way through and have you do something incredibly stupid." He mocked, though his grin was never ending.

"That we shall." Ian smiled as he walked both past Ski and Nate. Nate almost immediately moved away, but stayed next to Ski. Not for protection but because he didn't think that they should be separated.

As Ian passed him Nate's fear grew, and that spiritual pull only grew greater. Why was he so scared? So..cold. And yet.. Nate thought as he turned to Ski. Doesn't she feel it?.. It didn't seem like she did. Neither did Len. The redhead was troubled but it didn't look like he felt the pressure that he was feeling. Maybe..it was just him.

"I do bid the two of you..adieu. Have a good day." And with that Ian left the weaponry and into the city with a boastful 'All of you have a good day!'.

"...He does have a few screws loose.." Len admitted from the back.

Len answered in a soft chuckle towards Ski's comment, but he said nothing more as he lowered his head to hide his demonic eye with his hair as the half-breed past him.

Even as Ski let his arm go Nate remained frozen, but the pressure was beginning to dissipate, for what he was glad for. His fingers were coming to life as he flexed them a little, and he was able to lift his eyes to remember that he was at the weaponry.

Hearing Ski's voice he turned impulsively, his eyes still wide as one hand reached for one of the blasters at his hip. "Oh..y-yeah..b-but I'm not signing." he chuckled nervously. "I've never once..entered a tournament. I'm..not a fighter. I would only lose..to be honest." He smiled, shaking off the fading feeling as he walked towards her and Len, who was moving the opposite way to leave the tavern. But he was grateful that Len didn't give that feeling Ian had.

"Say, you hungry?"