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((I'm just gonna put this in one post since it would be so many and I have 3 minutes to jap class...))



>>Dides stopped in front of Monia once they reached her grey bag, looking over her shoulder. "I think I should return that gift you gave me," she said. Her mouth seemed pulled slightly at the corners. "I can't thank you enough for letting me borrow it, but I think I've stored it for you long
enough. When would be a good time?"

>>Monia stood looking disbelievingly at her old friend. "That's
unacceptable. I gave it to you, it's yours now. If I had put it in storage, I would have used something inanimate, Dides." she looked down and ran her fingers through her long hair."Why do you think I need it back? I'm perfectly capable without it, its just a burden to me, a hindrance. Are you tired of it now?"

>>Dides turned to face Monia. "You never intended to give it to me, you wanted a temporary relief from the power. I would never tire of it. You need it back because look at you, you claim to have given it away, but you have become an addict of magic. You could have died. Take it!" She held out her hand at shoulder level, almost as if demanding a handshake, her purple eyes filled with fire.

>>Monia took a few steps forward, past Dides's hand and close to her face. She looked like a ghost, wind blowing her hair across her face. "Thank you," she whispered. "Would you like your necklace back?" A tear leaked out the corner of her eye.

>>Dides pulled her hand back, the sudden fire dead. "No. I could never live with myself knowing that I had your misshapen excuse for hexes around my neck. You could probably sell them though," she smiled at the thought. "Now that's a line of work you could do well with. Selling hexes to angry housewives." Dides let out a laugh that cut itself short. "Here," she held out her hand again, a small point of light growing in her palm.

>>Monia laughed softly, a small amount of color coming into her cheeks. She looked at Dides once more as she took the offered hand. As soon as they touched, her back arched away from Dides as Monia was thrust into the sky by a huge gust of wind. She went so high, it seemed,
that she had blacked out and what happened up there would never be remembered by Monia. Although she seemed to remember something about a white bird....... no.
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Dides had lain the grey bag down as a landing place and had directed her fall with the small amount of magic she still possessed. A wonder that she hadn't given Monia that also. Monias magic still felt slightly different than it had before, but that could just have been her imagination.

"Over excited indeed," Lyra gave him a smug grin, running a slender finger over her lips in case any of her hurried lunch lingered.

She swiftly stood and gave a small bow of thanks to Miggly for the shared lunch. Looking once more to the festivities she adressed the emerald armor clad man,

"Care to join me for a stroll? You may elaborate upon this reqest of yours if you'd like..." Her smile faded to little sly and sickly sweet thing.

Seeing as everone had left to enjoy the festivities, or whatever it was they were doing he walked over to small crop of trees. Sitting underneath one in the shade he finished eating his bamboo and went to sleep. He decided he could probably use it and didn't worry about the chance he might miss his call to fight in the tournament.

* X-halo looked at the elf. It was normaly against his nature to gamble with matters of such importance as this, espically when he didn't know what service he would have to perform incase he lost, but he felt as though little choice could be had in this instance. *

X-halo:"It is a deal. But out of curiosity what is it you would have me do?"

* X-halo reached behind him and pulled out some gold. He walked over to a vendor selling nuts and bought a pack. He then pulled out a bag of brown powder. He dumped the brown powder in the bag of nuts. He mixed them up and popped a nut in his mouth. He then held out the bag towards the elf in a gesture of offering while waiting for her reply. *

* X-halo extended his metal clad had and grasped the elf's hand. He shook her hand and then let go of her hand. *

X-halo:"So what do you think of the coco powder?"

* Suddenly realizing he had no clue where the tournament was, X-halo swallowed the nuts in his mouth. I*

X-halo:"You will also need to show me where the sign up for the tournament is."

The streets were bustling with people walking from cart to cart, testing the food, playing one of the games, or just conversing with the owners. It was Festival day and the antisipation for the fox king's arrival was flowing through the air. Walking through the crowd, a man, whose face was hidden in the shadows of his hood, apears from around the corner of a building. He walks steadily towards the booth for battle ring.

"Put me down for the tounament, put me down as fighter 1."

Said the hooded fighter to the woman behind the booth.

The noise was getting on his nerves. With nothing better to do, he had turned to sleepign to occupy him for the time being. Small towns were really the worst. The repititious daily chores and the quiet indifference with which their people performed these tasks was enough to drive one insane. And now, it seemed, just as he had submitted to this fact and decided to let these boring days pass without him, they had done something unusual.

Construction had always made a myriad of easily identifiable sounds that had a distinct way of waking one up from a cat nap. The rythmic tapping of hammers, the thumps of heavy objects being clumsily placed on the ground and the occassional crash went something didn't quite go as planned. The noise would first invade his dreams, creating a steady beat in the background to which he usually only became aware of after the fact but was annoyed with none the less. Then he would awaken several times to the beat of the hammers, never reaching complete conciousness until he simply couldn't bear the restlessness of his position anymore.

Now he stepped out of the inn, disgruntled and half concious, to find the entire town alive with activity. "What the hell...?" he muttered, gazing around at the decorations.

Eventually, curiosity getting the best of him as it usually did, he took to wandering, examining the various stalls still in the midst of construction. Then he spotted a familiar face in the entirely unfamiliar setting out of the very edge of his vision. He turned toward it just in time to hear two of his favorite words: Fight and Tournament.

Instantly his legs corrected his course toward the booth, but even before he could arrive, his mouth was already forming words.

"Whats going on here? A fighting tournament? Why was I not informed? Sign me up already!"