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Her eyes still wide in shock, she looked over in the direction where she heard Rhone's voice. And with her mood still jittery, she practically jumped over the table to give Rhone a hug, despite how bloody he was...or it simply just didn't register in her mind yet. "You're alive!" She then pulled back, now holding him by the shoulders. "But...but... You're still in terrible shape! Would some water healing work?!"

Eloysio covered his mouth to mask a smile and laughed quietly. ...Though what was she worked up over just a moment ago...? he wondered, specifically because of her choice of word as Azriel snapped out of her stupor.

Taking a good look at Azriel's front, Eloysio spoke up. "That's not a problem. It's easy work to clean it up again." ^_^

Azriel looked down at herself and nearly did a little jump. "Oh my..." redface Then she shook her head and went, "...Right. You got it." 3nodding Clasping her hands and closing her eyes in concentration, she uttered, "May the sacred water of life mend thy injuries and soothe thy pains. Agua Medicor." As she extended a hand toward him, a thin, glowing blue stream of water mana swirled from her shoulder down her arm, then drifted over to Rhone's body. As it splashed upon him, it trickled around to seep into his wounds.

Azriel scratches the back of her head and smiles awkwardly. Half-jokingly, she mentioned, sweatdrop "Well...I'd say we're even, after having let Oscuro scream at you like that. I'm really sorry about that, by the way...."

Azriel smiled warmly while she received another embrace, then began to look a little perplexed at Rhone's question. O.O "...Guess who what was?" she asked, scratching the back of her head again.

^_^ "...The purple-skinned man with the dark powers who was attacking him, of course," Eloysio piped up.

"...Oh yeah." After a second, what he had said really clicked in her head and made her do a double-take. "...Wait, what? Y-you saw that too?"

He adjusted his monocle and pointed up at the collar, beaming proudly. "That is my creation. I still have that much of a connection to it." ^_^

Kratos turned his attention to Rhone, silently expressing interest in what he was going to say. This was going to be the answer to his previous question.

A dark portal opened up in the entrance of the mansion. Cinkel slowly walked through as it closed up behind him, "Ah, I see everyone is alright." He then looked over towards Rhone, "You can put on quite a show. Too bad I was unable to help at the moment." He lend against the wall as he spoke. "It seems Cain won't be with us for a while. I had to take him back home. We were attacked by some creatures and they ended up poisoning him." A smirk flashed across his face, but only for a fraction of a second. "Sorry for my interruption, Rhone. Continue."

As Cinkel returned, Azriel glanced at him from the corner of her eye for a second as he spoke.

"Saw that..." confused Oscuro remarked about the smirk.

"Remember, we have to act as if we don't know," Chiaro reminded.

Looking back at Rhone, she replied with an astounded expression, "Whoa...I see... Well it's a good thing you finished him off once and for all, right? Although...Oscuro is...*gulp*...kind of---okay, that's an understatement...pretty much reeeeeeaaallly antsy about having missed a soul like that. I can feel her hunger...it's going to linger on until I can somehow lead her to a feast." sweatdrop Her eye twitched repeatedly for a few seconds as she pinched below the collar of her coat and tugged at it.

Azriel began to make an evil-looking grin and laugh a little sinisterly. "Hehehehehahahaha---" Cutting herself off, she pounded herself in the chest with her fist and coughed in her normal voice, looking sheepish.

"While we're on the subject of ambushing foes..." Kratos spoke up, "Azriel, do you keep track of whoever's been trying to capture you?"

Azriel then began to look somewhere between curious and serious. "...In hindsight, that seems like something I should start doing. But I really don't like dwelling on those thoughts much." sweatdrop

Kratos nodded. "Indeed. I suggest now would be a good time to start that practice. Azriel, when I was searching for where you landed at the foot of the mountain, I found someone trying to kill you. Had I not found you in time, he would've been successful."

O_O "What?" She perked up in surprise.

Eloysio perked in surprise as well. "So I take it you remember and will tell us what he looks like?" He turned toward a blank parchment and picked up a pen with an energy hand again, preparing to make a sketch.

"Of course. I could not get a name, however. He wore armor of blue and red, gauntlets and boots of a dark violet and black, and a cape of black chainmail. His weapon was a glaive. He also had green, sharp metal devices that seem to move by command of his thought and function as secondary weapons. His hair was long and black, in quite a messy style, with golden bangs. His eyes were thin and green. Does that sound like anyone you recognize, Azriel?"

"No...I don't recall ever seeing someone like that..." o.o;;

Eloysio couldn't really get visuals in his mind...until Kratos described the stranger's facial features. He started to look terribly shocked, but continued filling in an accurate depiction of what the rest of his garb looked like. Once finished, his expression seemed to contort into deep anger, and his energy hand began scratching the pen furiously over the face on the drawing. He then slowly turned to Kratos, quite red in the face, wailing...

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE BLOODY KIDDING ME!!!"

The bookshelf about a couple of meters behind him appeared to be violently knocked over on its side by an invisible force. Azriel and even Kratos jolted in surprise. As the former regained her composure and looked at the sheet of parchment Eloysio was drawing on, her otherselves in her mindspace did a double-take.

"Could that really be..."

"...him?!" stressed

O.O;; "Ch-Chiaro? ...Oscuro?"

Kratos put a hand to his chin and raised a brow a bit as he glanced over at the dark elf. "Hm. I thought those were just...features that were simple enough to commit to memory..." he replied, thinking that his memory skills weren't really all that exceptional.

Eloysio clenched his fists harder and squeezed his eyes shut, allowing himself some time to simmer down. Then he continued, in a dark tone,"That man's name is Malachai Morghansson. He...was the man...who deceived and MURDERED me. To take away from me the power that collar held."

There was a pause of awkward silence in which Azriel let out a soft gasp and put both her hands to her mouth.

Eloysio continued, starting to pace about and threw his arms up in the air. "I...I cannot fathom how he could be alive in this day and age! ...Incidentally, what is the present year?"

((Quick, somebody make up a BS number. rofl ))