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Ananda sat sideways in her chair, giving Kenzi a serious look. She raised her cup of coffee, took a sip, and set it down on the table. For a moment, she said nothing, then sighed softly and started to talk. "Look. Now that Rille's gone, I have to tell you something. I didn't want her to worry about me any more than she already does, but..." She shook her head, and continued. "It...could be dangerous to be following me around. I sort of ran away from home, and my...my father...see, he thinks of me and my brothers as his possessions, I guess. And he's trying to get me back, by whatever means necessary. Or, if he can't do that, he'll try to kill me, but that's a problem for the future. I had a run in with him yesterday, so it should be a few more days before he makes another attempt. But I can't be sure. Anyways, he'll kill...or try to kill...anyone else that gets in his way. So if you're trying to avoid that kind of trouble...you should probably leave me alone." Finished, she picked up her coffee again, drinking it slowly, waiting to see his reaction.

Ananda gave him a surprised look. "Hmm." She stared at him, trying to figure out what his motive was. Finally she shrugged, leaning back. "When I'm in fair condition, I can beat any of my brothers...there are five of them, by the by...on my own, easily. My father...maybe half the time I can win. Unless he's drunk, which happens a lot, then he's as easy as any of my brothers. Last time he was drunk, but the next time he'll be sober. And he'll have reinforcements. Maybe just my brothers, maybe someone better. I don't know." And maybe that's what bothers me the most, she added mentally. The not knowing. Not when he'll show up, or where, or who'll be with him. I just hope it doesn't come down to a fight with my brothers, they're as much victims as I am.

((Last post for the night, I'll see you another time.))

"Well, not really," Akira said picking up a piece of gyoza, "My foster parents couldn't decipher it, but they knew it was an angelic language because in they had come across it before, and every time it was with some sort of carving or image of angels."

He put the piece in his mouth and ate it quickly. "Every once and a while I look through it and can somehow read some of it," he continued, "That's one of the strange parts about me. I don't know how but I can just understand it somehow, like it was a language I used to know." He picked up another piece of gyoza. "You wanna try a piece?" he asked Alice.

"Um, well..." he said looking at the food for a moment, "I've never really thought about it before. I guess you could say it's kind of like a dumpling." He stopped for a moment and held it out is front of her. "It's from Japan," he continued, "It's like this piece of dough with meat iand vegetables in the middle. Then they fold it up and fry it in oil for a little while. It's really good I swear."

"I wouldn't mind a fight. Haven't had much of anyone to practice against since I got here." Ananda gulped down the last of her coffee, and frowned for a moment. "But if that's what we're going to do, I'd suggest we fight now, or soon, and end up at the hospital, since I have to head there anyways. Though," she added with a slight shrug, " it'll probably be me that needs it more than you, I'll admit I'm woefully out of practice." This wasn't quite the whole truth, she had practiced some, but it had been awhile since she had sparred with someone else. And if Kenzi went into the upcoming fight thinking he had an extra advantage...well, that probably wouldn't hurt her any either.

Ananda stood, streching slightly. "I agree, it might not be appreciated. I haven't been to either arena yet, but...let's head for the Dark Prayer arena. Oh." She stopped as she was about to head for the door, examining her baggy clothes with a critical eye. There's no way I can fight in this, I just about get lost in it walking. "Give me a bit to head back to my dorm and change into something more suited to fighting, will you? I'll meet you later at the arena. You can choose the field when you get there, if you've got a preference. I don't care, as long as you don't pick the water one." I've no desire to drown this morning as well as getting beat on, thank you. She started towards the door again, before he could reply. She didn't really care what his answer was, she was going to go ahead anyways.

((Because I have to get offline before someone lynches me for hogging the computer.))

Seishi followed after him and slipped through when he had opened the door. She looked around the room, and before she was seen lifted her hood up again. Though it was disrespectful to Hiro, she was not ready to expose herself to the rest of the world. She had seen a girl pass by her but ignored the girl as she was of no importance to them. She watched Hiro walk away with near raw meat and walked up to the machine herself shoving her ID through the slide and waiting near silently as she fiddled with the inside of it telepathically. It dropped two peices of meat that were completely raw and the blood began to overflow the tray as she grabed her ID and it vanished as she left to where he was, spilling a little of the blood on the way. She retracted the blades on her weapon compleately and it almost looked like a really thick gauntlet instead as it ws now but three blades bent back. She squeezed all of the blood out of both of the peices of meat and then set them aside, not eating them at all but now looking at her reflection in the blood as she pulled down her hood. If she was going to be dragged here consquence to her own actions then she would at least make sure to have something to do while she waited. And playing with the blood as she waited was just what she expected to do...her hands were already blood stained aa she made the blood float and condense so that it would not spill from the tray and such thingsas this.

Seishi saw through the blood of the animal as Hiro ate, and dropped the blood with a splat on the trray when she frowned. With her left hand she picked up both thick slabs of meat, and though it would take both hands and some back power to normally do this, she used her fore-, middlefinger, and thumb to very gently and smothly pick up the meat, dip it in the puddle of blood, and then set the meat on the side of his plate. Once hse'd done this, her eyes met his for just a moment, before she moved on to shaping the blood again. It was blood that would be of no use to her since it was animal blood and could not be shaped or solidified as effectively as human blood could. She would steal his blood from him sooner or later, but that was not for him to know she was planning. Not yet at least. So she waited even longer for him to finish. though she doubted he would finish both of the meats that she handed him and the one he was already eating.