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Kayla put on plaid pants and an all-blacks t-shirt before opening the fridge and downing a few of those little boxes of cereal. She had woken up pretty easily since in New York time it was already 11:30.





She reached into her framepack and produced a neklace of prayer beads, the kind carried by buddhist monks. She closed her eyes and held the necklace out in front of her and began shaking it gently back and forth. To the sound of clicking beads, she fell into her trance. When she opened her eyes, she was outside the gates of hell. Well, one of the gates. This set was not particularly impressive, just two massive, iron doors with rusted spikes set in and a skull motif around the edges. The smell of brimstone was prominent. Beneath her feet and behind her, as far as she could see, was red dirt and a few dead trees.

Her heard pounding with nerves, as it always did when she physically entered Hell, she opened the gates and stepped inside. The metal doors parted easily for her: they could read her intentions, and knew that she was no agent of trouble for them. The outermost circle of hell, right by the gate, looked a bit like a post-apocalyptic city commonly found in science fiction stories. The major difference was that it looked like it could actually function. She was quick to find her two main demon allies. They were chatting idly under the ripped awning of what appeared to be a psychopath's impression of an alfresco cafe. An occasional scream wafted out from inside.

"Hello Puglith, hello Oscurfillius. How are you? Puglith, sorry I had to call you up yesterday without giving warning. There's a situation involving an a*****e and I had to prove that I could do magic." Puglith, who was covered with thick red scales, grinned...well, demonically. Oscurfillius, who looked a bit like Sindholt but in a lighter shade of black, grinned as well. The two were great friends, nearly brothers, and tended to experience the same emotions at the exact same time.
"Human Kayla," said Puglith an a low, hissing voice, "I still owe you and your Vassily for helping me. If not for you, I'd still be stuck in a church with an insane german exoricist." Oscurfillius nodded his agreement. He didn't speak much, but was much smarter than Puglith.
"Yeah, that tends to happen a lot in New York. Anyway, I'm definately going to need you guys today. I promise, I'll bring you oranges the next chance I get," they both brightened up a this. Neither had eaten an orange before Kayla showed up, and had fallen in love with the conept of citrus in general. After a few more minutes' conversation, Kayla was ready to leave and headed bak towards the gate.

She was nearly out when she spied a familiar face and her stomach did a bakflip. Striding towards her was what looked like a very pale woman, so much so that she seemed transparent.
"Hielith. I honestly didn't expet to see you." Kayla gave a little bow as she said this. The woman kept her face impassive.
"Nor I you, warlock girl. I see you have not come to try and enslave me again?"
"I've never...Ah, there's no use arguing. No, not today."
The woman gave a little snort of dirision. "Still no backbone. You won't even stand up to me, and I'm only a rank above most of this garbage" She gestured around at the surrounding demons with a clawed hand. "That is why you'll never have me."
Kayla didn't know quite how to respond, so she just bowed and continued on out of Hell.

When she returned to herself in the mansion, it was 9:45 and she raced down the stairs to meet the rest of Legion's warlocks.

"I'm gonna head down," Takeshi said to Siber. Takeshi left the training room at about 9:40 to grab more mochi ice cream, and brought a box of it to the main hall to wait, leaving for the main hall just after.

In the main hall, Sindhlot emerged from the shadows as Kayla entered.

"Good morning," he greeted, sounding oddly cheery for a large mass of blackness with fire, of all things, as his only apparent source of sensory input. Takeshi walked in moments later, still holding a box of the strawberry mochi ice cream. Sindhlot turned to him, paused for a moment, and inquired, "Aren't those the exact same clothes you were wearing yesterday?"

Takeshi took a bite of ice cream and glanced down.

"Probably," he answered. "But in my defense, first, I changed what really matters," he said with a quick glance down, in case the obvious point had been missed. "Second, they didn't get that dirty or anything yesterday, and I don't own that much clothing. Though I suppose, since the main thing my money went to is no longer an issue, and Legion will be taking care of my firearms and the like, I can invest in some clothing.

"Good morning, by the way," he added. "How are you two doing?" He glanced around, wishing there were chairs.

Simple wooden chairs appeared in two rows, about four feet apart, lining the central (red-and-black, of course) carpeting. Takeshi took the one that, from the viewpoint of the door, was the second chair on the left, attempting to avoid questioning its convenience. He indicated the first chair for Kayla, and the chair across from him for Sindhlot.

"To ensure you're sitting as distanced as possible from that one kid," Takeshi explained. "Not to say I don't think you can handle him - I don't doubt that - but just, I think Legion would prefer we not have any issues already.

"Oh, yes. Legion plans to make an example of anyone who causes disharmony today, since he was too busy to do so yesterday," Sindhlot agreed with a laugh. "So let's not have us being the ones to start anything, all right?" he added conspiratorially.

She smiled cheerfully. "Like a baby. And yourself?" She was sitting ross-legged in her chair, just staring at a wall for the most part. In normal circumstances, that would be a sign of insanity. In this crowd, it just meant she was talking to the voice in her head.





coward. Grow a pair, will you? She's much more powerful than the other two, we need her!>
She cut herself off abruptly.
able to handle her?>
She didn't respond.

"You know," Sindhlot commented, "My lack of a definite corporeal form is no excuse for this."

He stood, passing through Siber and sitting in the next seat over, across from Takeshi, and glared at Siber. Probably glared, anyway. It was hard to tell with the whole "fire eyes" deal.

Siber commented, shivering slightly as Sindhlot went through him. The amount of hatred in that ethereal touch was enough to kill small children.

He shrugged.
"Pretty well, thanks. Hey, Joe." He spoke to Erik as he came in, too, but the boy seemed nervous. It was nothing compared to Kayla- she had gone mute and though she was hiding it very well, her eyes said a conversation with Vassily was not going well.
warned Keldan.



Conversation appearing to be out of the question, he removed some tiny speakers from his capacious pockets and an iPod. He looked at Sindhlot first and made a small bow with his head. "I apologize if I offended you in some way, Sindhlot. It was unintentional, if I did."
Anyone up for some Metallica?"

Legion walked down the stairs into the hall.

"There's been a change of plans," he declared. "A new companion for us has answered our call. He's arriving at the LAX today. We're going to pick him up. And if any hunters appear, we're going to wipe them out. We're going to the training room. All of us. We're going to run basic drills in our magic to ensure we're combat-ready. Failure is not an option."

He spun on his heel and headed for the training room. Takeshi got up to follow.

((I'm aware of this, no worries. I'm just lazy at the moment.

Uh, no colors please.

I'll post for real tomorrow. Tonight, I must sleep.))