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The main problem with her plan is that the idle staff weren't staff at all, but plainclothes guards disguised had staff, thus the reason for their recent arrival. Ostensibly, they were there for the protection of Yaits, and they all kept concealed weapons under their staff uniforms.

Now the true staff were exceedingly busy, leaving no one idle. Still, there might be way to take advantage of the inactivity of the guard disguised as staff to cause trouble, but that would involve a high risk, especially while Yaits was in the camp.

The man in white Robes would give her a decent break though. After quickly reveiwing her records, he asked her to check the people who were waiting, the one's with whom Yaits was currently speaking, even hinting that she might get a chance for a photo op with Yaits himself, commenting that it would be nice.

"Feel free to introduce yourself," the robed man said with a wink, "Meeting a new volunteer will make him happy. Maybe he'll hire you."

Meanwhile, a pure white Ford Explorer came rolling up to the back of the small convoy and the man she had seen earlier, the preacher, exited the passenger seat and strolled over towards Yaits, blessing everyone he passed.

"What a glorious place," he yelled, extending his arms as he approached, "So many people have been healed that I'm overjoyed. We couldn't have done it without the generousity of so many good people throughout Gaia, and benefactors like Edward Yaits III. Ymir sends them his blessings."

As she checked the woman's broken arm, Yait's would take notice, and he knelt beside them.

"A broken arm,"he said to the woman, "That's no fun, but it seems you've found a good helper."

Yait's glanced at the mandatory badge the helper would be required to wear wear, looking for a name. The preacher joined them, looking toward the elderly woman with the broken arm sympathetically.

"I was here earlier and have restored many," the preacher said, "I suppose there are many more that are still in need of Ymir's healing."

"Mam," Yaits said, "Would you like the preacher to give your arm a try?"

The old woman nodded.

"Step back miss......" Yaits said, "The Preacher is going to perform a miracle for us."

((I wanted to try this concept))

The preacher before the woman, gently taking her arm and laying his hand upon it.

First he blessed her, then said softly, "In the name of Ymir who's sacrifice has given us the heavens and the earth. I pray that this woman's arm may be healed."

One minute the woman's arm was broken, and the next it was healed. There was the slightest hue of purple glow around the fracture for a second, and that was all. The woman felt her arm before hugging the preacher and praising him with thanks. The others watched with amazement. There were few people waiting with major injuries, he healed them and admonished the rest for asking him to heal trivial wounds. Still, many begged him for healing. He pushed out his arm and spun around once, sending an aura of light pink throughout the crowds. The aura lasted for only seconds, but healed any minor injuries it touched. Praises and thinks filled the waiting area.

"Now, it's not me you should thank, but the one who came before me. Ymir, who sacrificed his body in order that the worlds could be created. He created the God's, knowing that he would be slain for the creation of all things, including humanity."

With that admonition the preacher stepped out of the crowd and rejoined Yaits and Jasmine. He looked slightly exhausted, but it was only temporary. As soon as he was within one meter of them, he would bless them both, yet the power of his blessings were focused intently on the new volunteer.

"Bless you both for allowing me to help these people," he said, "May the blessings of Ymir rain upon you, may your innocent heart be filled with an abundance of good nature. All darkness shall be driven out of your soul, so that your heart may be as clean as a child's."



The power of the blessing wasn't runic or magical, though it was amplified by powers Yarneth had given him. The preacher was a naturaly charismatic man, a charismatic introvert who had shunned speaking to anyone his whole life because of he was aware of his power to influence and was afraid to use it. That was before Ymir had found him, and taught him so many secrets. From that day on he knew how he wanted to use his power. He would serve Ymir.

Jasmine would note how agreeable his voice was, it would seem almost musical, the very vibrations of his vocal chords would fill her with an undescribed pleasantness. From the first vibration she would be compelled to listen intently to his every word, her heart would jump to hear his voice. When he asked for the blessings of Ymir to rain upon her she would feel a tingling over her body, a wave euphoria that would be hard to resist even for her trained mind. When he spoke of being filled, she would experience that fullness as an unparrelled peace and contentment. It wouldn't even have a ring or undercurrent falseness to alarm her, as the preacher himself was sincere. She would feel that sincerity, experiencing it first hand. With his final word she would be compelled to erase any doubts she had about Ymir, and to believe whatever the preacher said as if he was a god on earth. Her ability to discern the situation objectively would be eliminated if his blessing was completely successful. If not, she would be left with an intense awarness of an emptiness that only following the instructions of the preacher could fufill. The preacher had sensed a degree of skeptism within her, and had poured quite a bit of his charisma into the power. He wanted to make a believer out of everyone, he wanted them to know the glory he believed with all his heart. The preacher moved to embrace Jasmine, as if she was his child.

The Heaven or Hell tournament ended. Everyone went their separate ways and life continued almost as normal. One might ask the question: "Where's Dashboard?". After the final rounds had concluded, he took off to parts unknown. Truth is, no one has seen hide nor hair of him. Not that anyone would actually notice his absense (save for the fans he won over during his time in Heaven Or Hell). Needless to say, he was out of the public eye.

So, where has Dash been? The answer is simple.

Preparing.

Far beyond the city limits, miles away from any signs of modern civilization Dash could be found. He sat at the edge of a cliff which overlooked the ocean. From the looks of it, there were no real paths to his location. The cliff itself stood nearly 500 feet above the thrashing waves. Dash had reached his secluded hideout by climbing, it was really the only way he could have done so. The sheer cliffs, jagged rocks, and certain death that awaited any who should lose their footing did little to deter the man. Every morning for the past week he'd climb up to the top to meditate, and every afternoon he'd come back down to engage in rigorous physical training. When night fell he would rest where ever his body decided to collapse, only to wake up the next morning and do it all over again.

This evening he decided to skip the physical portion of his training and give his body some much needed recovery time. Instead, he stared out to sea. He wasn't paying attention to anything in particular. The landscape painted before him could easily inspire poetry. Dash didn't care about nature's beauty at the moment. For the past 7 days that beauty had been kicking his a**, so who cares how the moonlight reflects off the waves or how brightly the stars glimmered in the sky? Dash sure as hell didn't.

But what was he training for? The tournament was over, and he long since stated that his team's defeat was due to forfiet. What reason did Dash possibly have for training? Some would guess that he was preparing for next year, others might say Dash has been slacking lately and decided to toughen up for the sake of doing so, some would even suggest Dash is just crazy. They would all be wrong. Well, the last suggestion might hold some truth, but that's a given.

Truth is, Dash's reason for being out here would derive from the night on the HoH blimp...

Cue Flashback sequence! *Wavy screen effect.*

((If those who were hurt by Kraun's behmouth would like to make themselves, in any medical state or degree of healing which they see fit, present at one of the medical stations I would be more than honored.))



She felt the first contentment, and as every vibration was addicting, she would have a constant desire to hear the preachers words, and would have to be on her highest state of mental preparation when she was around him.



"Please excuse me while I check those who are recovering from more severe injuries," said the Preacher.

Yaits looked at Jasmine, there was the slightest quirk of his eyebrow, nothing more, as he said, "Have you ever read Nietzsche, I bet you have. How would you like to be my personal body gaurd? I'll have you trained for marksmanship. I just can't seem to find good security people these days."