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Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in it's case

Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love

"Shinobi"

XXX XXX XXX XXX静かな戦士

"the Silent Warrior"

Narinthe stood silently, rigid. He felt nervousness about their next mission, perhaps guilt. Guilt for signing the group up for something they were not present to hear about. His eye floated to Neysa as she shifted back toward him, and felt her bump into his form. She whipped around and jumped, and for a moment as he looked down upon her, it looked as if he was holding back a laugh. His eye had the light of amusement. His body lurched forward for a moment as if to suppress laughter, his fingers curling into a fist, floating to where his mouth as to ensure no sound emitted.

He blinked as she mentioned helping them, his manners calming down from almost laughing. Though, he was still heavily, visibly amused as she caught her breath and stood up. They were lost. He looked around sarcastically, his hand by his mouth now rubbing his chin as if to think, his other hand rested upon his hip for a moment, as she mentioned thinking she turned in the wrong direction, as if a, 'Ya think?' was across his mind. She gave a sheepish smile, and both his hands returned to his sides, only for him to shake his head at her. They were no where close.

He looked at Sefas, the man had been silent for these moments. His eye met Sefas' own, revealing to him Sefas' skeptical mind. He blinked with curiosity and confusion, before he spoke. His eye widened slightly, though not noticeably as Sefas asked his question. The Shinobi stood for a moment, mentally commending Sefas' perception, before he finally, hesitantly shook his head. He gave a sideways nod in a direction, as if to direction them, putting a hand on each of their shoulders, as he turned his back on them and began to walk.

His brow furrowed slightly upon his face getting out of their sight. He felt guilt. He felt apprehension toward the mission--it had been sought for years, hundreds of years. That knowledge could be just a myth, a manifestation of the hopes of people. Perhaps the Djinn truly were immortal, and there was no real way to kill them after all. He just hoped, during the debriefing, they were offered a chance to opt out, if the could. He shook his head weakly, as if to shake the thoughts of, walking down the streets further.

he turned his body halfway toward them, as if to look back to see if they were following him. By then, his face was expressionless once more.

Sefas Minos
Alchemist

When you die, you are complete
When you live you must compete
Can the light outway the dark
Can you go and leave your mark...

The fact that most of the group was right behind Kiyoshi didn't really occur to him. He had much more pressing matters to attend to, and chances were nno one else knew what they were. The doors swing open, and Kiyoshi took a step into the building before closing the doors behind him. He rushed in, and pulled out his key, checking to make sure he remembered what room he stayed in. It was #339. Kiyoshi nodded to the key, and speedwalked up the odd staricase, paying no attention to it's queer design. As he rose up the staircase, the tension and anxiety he felt began to grow, and swell within him. He wasn't sure he wanted to look into the room, in case it turned out that the body was missing. It was bad enough that he kept the body, but a body going missing would pose a great problem. Kiyoshi kept up his quick pace, trying to get to his room as quickly as possible. He had absolutely no time left to waste. If he procrastinated at all, who knew what could happen. Finally, Kiyoshi made it to the room. He read the number 339 on the door, and nodded again, He slipped the key in, and turned it to unlock the door, but much to his dismay, he found that they key turned with ease, as though the door had already been unlocked. He felt cold, suddenly. What scene awaited beyond the door.

Slowly, Kiyoshi pushed the door open. Not a secnd later, a loud, shocked gasp escaped his lips. What he saw was and empty floor, with dry blood and blood stains. What was more disturbing were foot prints on the floor. The seemed like foot prints that belonged to a woman, but what woman would come into Kiyoshi's room and take a corpse? Kiyoshi wasn't quit sure, but the look on his face was definately one of shock. There was no way he knew what to do. He slowly walked into the room, and suddenly began to run around, scurrying about, trying to make sense of what he saw. Finally, he came to a conclusion. Someone had taken the body, and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't handle what he had decided, and fell suddenly. He lay silently on the floor, waiting for something to happen.

Sefas Minos
Alchemist

In the dark, a horror sounds
The devil comes to do his rounds
If you live to expectation
He'll grant you regeneration...

The city was quite something to Akumi. She had begun to adjust to it's odd structures, and suspecting people. Of course, it was really only the women that gave her funny looks, as the men gave different, much more inviting looks. Akumi giggled a bit when men gazed apon her. These people were an interesting group. She walked aroud the city, looking fro something to do. Suddenly, it caught her attention. It was a dingy looking shop, although perhaps dingy was an understatement, looking at the rest of the city. Akumi entered it, seeing as she had nothing better to do. The very first thing she noticed apon entering was a somewhat inviting smell. The next thing she noticed was the fact the store looked as though it had been empty for quite a while. There were cobwebs and dust gathering, and the floors were filthy. Once again, that was really no surprise to Akumi. She had come to expect it from the city. She browsed the little shop until she discovered a wall lined with cute little bottles. She dusted them off to find out that they were some sort of scented liquid. A wearable aroma. Akumi picked up a bottle, opened it up, and smelled it. It was sweet, and nice. It seemed very opposite the city in which it was found. She laughed at bit, and the old man standing around, waiting to see if anyone would buy something gave a weird look. Akumi sighed, and began to smell other bottles. Some smelled of floweres, while some lack any scent at all. Some smelled light and fresh while others smelled powerful and beautiful. Akumi was so enticed by the bottles that she picked up a few, and walked over to the merchant. The man asked her for payement. Akumi let out a giggle. "Payment?" She asked. "Oh, it seemes I left my home without any gold coins. How unfortunate." Akumi's smiled warped a bit into something slightly more sinister. She help out her hand, and suddenly, bolts of black electricity surged from her palms and sped at the man. The man was hit, but did not scream. Only small grunts of paint could be heard from him as he convulsed on the ground. It took about a minute before Akumi was positive that he was dead. He had been quite old, and so it didn't take much to kill him. Akumi laughed. "I guess I don't have to pay." She commented, applying some of her wonderful scents.

It would probably be a few days before anyone would notice that the old man was dead, so Akumi felt relatively safe. She looked perfectly human, and she smelled much less demonic with her other distracting scents. What was left for a perfect disguise. Akumi had to think about it. As she walked aimlessly about the city, she thought about the many ways poeple could sense demons. Scent was delt with, as was appearance. The only thing left fpor her to worry about was her actually magic ability, since that was most definately demonic. Akumi sighed. Another price paid for stealth. Akumi know what she had to do. She muted her powers, making it quite difficult for anyone to sense them, but also making it quite difficult for her to do anything beyond the realm of a normal, pathetic and weak human being. As she walked around, she saw something somewhat familiar. "No..." She told herself quitely when she saw the red hair, horns, and armour. It was the man that had killed her. Akumi decide that it was tiome to check to see if her disguise had worked. Her powers were muted, her scent was masked, and her appearance was altered. Now it was time for a final evaluation. She walked over by the man, and began to speak, not to him, but to the woman standing by him. "Excuse me, miss, but could you give me some directions?" She asked, silently hoping everything had worked the way it was intended to.

"Shinobi"

XXX XXX XXX XXX静かな戦士

"the Silent Warrior"

Narinthe's hand fell to his side as she turned to him, having seen it. He shrugged at her. It was a good idea for the all to rest, or eat--which was his intention. Though all the same, he almost felt an urge to not go back to the barracks at all. Perhaps he could go to the libraries to investigate the available knowledge of the information they were seeking in the morning. But, all the same, he was unsure of when he could get such a decent place to rest again. He resisted his own sigh, before he became slightly rigid from the sounds of a woman's voice, as she approached.

His head tilted down to look at Akumi. In the darkness, his eye glowed faintly, the black pupil standing out against it as it lit his skin up slightly. He blinked, seeming not to know whom this woman was--unaware that this was the female he had killed but a mere 24 hours ago. He looked up to Neysa, already knowing she'd be incapable of giving such directions. He lightly waved to Akumi, as if to try to divert her attention to him. He could more than likely be able to point her in the proper direction, before heading into the barracks for his meal, and some sleep..