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Facepalm. "You shouldn't go threatening to kill people if that's what you want...I..." He hesitated, gods his head hurt to be here...

"Look, you want to control it, right? I can show you how...but I gotta be living and, y'know, have all my faculties to do so. But I'm not...I'm trapped. Things aren't going too well...and hell..." A nervous hand through red hair. "You probably won't remember this after I'm gone..."

He had to laugh at the irony of all this. "Maybe you may as well kill me. I'd probably be better off..."

Twitch.

"Look...I...erm..." Complete and utter confusion crossed his face. Shouldn't be doing this. "Look, just don't...kick me or anything okay?"

He hesitantly and no little akwardly wrapped his arms around Siat in a small hug.

"Ah for the love of..."Whoa...and I thought I had mental issues.

That's when the ache started. "Look, Siat, I have to..." His jaw clenched and suddenly he was hugging back just as tight. "To go. Times running out. If you remember anything of this I'll be surprised, hell, the same goes for me. I'll see you on the other side, though."

He hesitated slightly. His image was actually growing fainter, less substantial.

"Look for a guy named Vahn...you won't get along, probably try to kill each other. But you may as well let him know that I'm alive. Oh! And try to remember, not to burn down any signifigant towns...Levi can't afford the payoffs!"

And with that, he was gone.

Very simply he was there, The void, standing quite still looking around. It was literally barren. Short dusty plants scattered aimlessly around the cracked and parched earth, but it wasn't hot, just the general warm you would have in spring in the mid-west. A light breeze seemed to be blowing constantly.

He stood as he always looked, white long sleeved vest, long white baggy pants, white sash, and of course his mask. But a few new things to him, he also wore a pair of full white gloves. His sword rested against his hip as he waited.

This place was wierd, he couldn't tell when, or where his opponent would appear, so for now Tenma stood, relaxed and calm, his left hand resting lightly on the sword hilt.

Perfect, no long introductions, no long over dramatic idiocies, he'd have to find this person later on under better cicumstances.

" Tenma, and it works for me."

He said simply, standing facing Lanzenca his left hand resting slid slightly into his sash and his right slightly bent and ready to move to his blade if he needed it. New person new weapons.

To start though he began his charge, pulling small amounts of heat around his body loosely so that it didn't show yet.

His movements were simple, the man jabbed he backstepped twice in rapid succession, wariness, already mentioned.

The heat gathered with his movements and stepping sideways to what would be laz's right he would move forward quickly and drop down into a sliding kick aimed at the mans ankles, it wouldn't be majorly fast, he only got a step or two in but it would still alter some balance, good way to start a fight.

His arms were still slightly bent and poised to move if he needed but for now he simply went for the tripping kick.

::The figure stopped. Not a normal stop between steps, or a visible pause, but rather it seemed more like time had simply frozen around the figure for a moment and it was locked in mid motion. A ripple trickled down her long stretched shadow, as if it was a pond and someone had just dropped a rock in it, extending it down to her feet. But she wasnt interupted as she spoke.



Simply put, in this day and age a woman should not trust a stranger.

::The visage of the figure in the distance quite literally melted as the voice came from directly behind her. Not so close that it would be breathing down her neck, but close none the less. About 3ft back from her stood a man. His hair a bit spiky and jetting back, a pair of black thick framed glasses atop his pale face. And his shadow, blocking off the a bit of the light behind her, making his black clothes seem even blacker. But he seemed quite friendly. This was definately the same voice as before only a bit more...embodied. This voice was definately coming from the mouth that was moving behind her.::

But, a simple shadow, who would share his name with such lady as yourself is certainly no stranger.

::He took a step back, and made a very formal bow. Even going so far as to place a hand out at his side, and a hand over his waist as he bowed.::

My name is Maximos, its a pleasure to meet you young lady. May I trouble you for the simple favor of knowing your name?

Lady Festus.

::Maximos said with a bit of reverance and a dash of charm. She was infact a lady, and all women deserved to be treated and called by the respectful terms with which their fairer gender gifts them.::

It is an honor, indeed.

::And he rose. His dark eye gently gazing back from behind his thick framed glasses. His hair, gently parting and falling to either side of his head its navy blue color exposed by the light which now cast itself at his back. His right hand rose up to gently tap his chin.::

Where to go? Hmmmm. The darkness is closest to my home, but I feel it would be most rude for me to bring you home, what with us having only just met. Hmm...

::Tapped his chin a bit more before an idea struck him, and his finger rose up to tap his own nose, and he spoke.::

If I may ask Lady Festus, where do you hail from?