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"Wow! You don't know? OK, well..." Kura went on to explain to Mimi about the heroes that fought against Laos, the great demon lord. Once he finished, he asked Mimi, "Alright, what's buging you? I can tell from your voice and eyes something is up."

(*must not kill doctors*)

What the doctors had so kindly forgotten was how much Yami could hear without listening. She shook her head knowing this was not going to end well, and if it meant dieing and bringing her full wrath upon Tolly for this stunt, so be it. However, she would deal with them later, and give them 'reassurance' that she was suited for the job, and could be everything Tolly had been and thensome. She glanced at Tolly and shook her head "Goodness only knows I'll murder you myself if you don't have a good enough reason for this. You're not leaving me alone to deal with this....they won't listen to me for long." She opened the drawer and pulled the letter, looking the words over.

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Mimi stared at him and her eyes almost filled with tears again and the ice tried to build up, but greatfully couldn't. "Kura....Lord Toleranth died just a few minutes ago. But I don't understand....what is dead? I feel sad...but I don't understand."

"yami i understand your prolly wanting to kill me right now. i would prolly feel the same way except with a little more flair of backing it up with some granduer action.

However lets get right to the point. Your gonna half to wait for my return it won't be right away, but it will happen. Far from what any healer will tell you, time syndrome is nothing more then evoultion of my species. The healers are disclaiming it for the sake that they cannot prove or understand the transformation or the cause. However I believe that I am right in this course of action in letting it take me over. Please tell mimi that I enjoyed her company, and if you wish to show her this letter you may.

Now I understand my enemies will attempt to circumvete your autority as queen, so I have appointed Vermillion as my replacement. however he is instructed to support whatever you decide. So be careful, yet also be comforted in the fact someone has your back if its trouble your facing.

Now please don't worry about me, but most of all watch your back. Also be cautious of things of state, the peace is fragile, and can shatter things.

She glided through the shadows, as though possessed by the very spirit of darkness.
Her skintight outfit of black leather accentuated more than was considered decent, but allowed for freedom of movement, and allowed her to slip through the palace grounds unnoticed, The weapons at her belt glinted in the moonlight, Her long auburn hair was braided, and wrapped around her head in a halo. Her piercing green eyes scanned the area for any movement, but it seemed to her that they were all inside, but you could never be to careful.
She ran one gloved hand over her weapons, until she found the one she had been searching for. Holding the dirk tightly in her left hand, she gazed up at the castle calculatingly. She tightened the straps around her wrists, and shivered.
Her garb was reasonably comfortable, and extremely useful, but it failed to entirely cover her shoulders, and left a good amount of her neck exposed, leaving them bare to the unforgiving chill that permeated the air this evening.
She had come to speak with Lord Toleranth, who she hadn't seen in almost a decade, hoping for his assistance, she had seen with her own eyes the fires in the temple lit. Murmurs of discontent among the surrounding kingdoms were everywhere; she had originally intended to travel immediately to Esperanza, not only to warn jadiera of the temple, but also to embrace tightly the closest woman she had to kin left.
Freya casually swung the grappling hook around her head, and released it watching as it flew upward to tightly wrap around her target. Giving it a few experimental tugs, she began hoisting herself up the rope, muscles straining, as they fought gravity to reach their destination.
Admittedly, the front door would be an easier route, but she would prefer to get in and out with as little fuss as possible.

Finally, Freya reached the window.
She nimbly swung herself up onto the ledge, and peered inside as she fumbled with the rope, reeling it up, and strapping it onto her belt once again.
This whole sharade was becoming more trouble than it was worth. The vague sound of voices could be heard just down the hall.
She returned the knife to her belt as well, It was readily available on the off chance she should need it.
Looking down at her garb she decided it stood out a bit too much.
Well, nothing she could do at the moment, Freya strolled off down the hall toward the voices.
She strode right into the midst of things, and smiled brightly.
"Why, hello, I was wondering where I might find King Toleranth? Him and I have a few things to disceuss...?"

The guard looked at Freya as if she were from another planet; "you mean you haven't heard yet, you've traveled a day within the borders of here and haven't heard the news yet, wow, but sorry about my shock. Its just I haven't talked to one person yet who hasn't attemtped to explain how it happened or why it happened without being absoultely wrong. King toleranth is dead, he has been for about a day now, Queen Yami is in control at the moment, but yeah King Toleranth is gone. His cermony will not be till the end of this coming week."

"Hmm, if there's nothing to do here, do you wanna check out the town? If you want to, of course. I mean, we just met, so I can understand if you wouldn't want to."