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Janika sat there calmly eating. She looked up all of a sudden. "Where exactly are we?" she asked curiously.

Janika looked arouns and shrugged. "Oh." she looked at Tekira again. "I mean where are we? Were is this whole entire ship right now? What town?" Janika liked asking questions. She had never once realized that it might be annoying.

(Pepperoni pizza's my favoprite... but my friend made this weird 'myth' about people getting chicken pox from pepporoni pizza.... I'm kinda scared of her now... she told 4 'myths' yesterday... )

(yeah... that's why I put "'s around 'myths'.)

Janika stared at Tekira for a moment. Then, she nodded. She had no more questions. Or did she? Janika started to eat again. "Mm. This is good." she said after her next bite. "Who made this? I got to compliment him or her." Whoops. Another question. Janika was always asking questions. 'Motor mouth' her friends would call her.

((OOC: *shakes head at Ikken with a smile before continuing to eat her pizza* I'm sure Wraith will show up soon enough. In the meantime, why don't you let us in on a bit of Rivus's plot? We're still in the dark here.))

Tekira smiled absently, not really paying attention to what either of her companions were saying.
She did notice Aer poking his fork. "You want mine instead? I haven't used it." she offered.
She looked down at her dress and grimaced, noting that it still had blood on it from her unfortunate encounter with the gitacr.
I don't suppose there would be any girl's clothes in this place...
But she really wanted to get out of the dress. It smelled like blood and dust.

Wraith's eyes snaped open. Amazing some of the old weaves that hang around this place. Thanks to a weave of spirit and fire that had been drifting by, he had been able to recover in a mere half hour. Casting his senses into the intricate lace work of power that rang through the castle, he discovered that his three guests were still within the dining hall and having a healthy conversation. With a sneer of disgust, he noted that the magical signature of Rivus still hung in the air. How did he avoid detection?

Quickly scanning the rest of the palace, he came to a point which gave him pause. The art gallery. A closer investigation of the area revealed that here too was the signature of Rivus' passing. Was he there now? Or was this his first stop before continuing to the dining chamber? Carefully, he extended a force into the gallery, filling it. His predecessor had taught him that those who willing gave there Hearrtes to the ship are somewhat connected to it, and a piece of them resonates if brushed by it's power. Flexing the force, he felt the echo of each soul as it responded to the familiar magick, except one.

"Rivus, you continue to try my patients, even now." Swiftly, Wraith focused his powers upon the one who did not resonate, wraping him with ropes of air and spirit, and transported the subject of this weave several leauges south-east of the city, towards the Black Dunes. "I will not have you medling in my affairs now, River of Death," came the projected voice of Wraith in the ear of the one whom he had thrown.

(Oh. I waqs kind of lost...)

"And you continue to forget who you are dealing with," Rivus growled as he was carried through the air. From within his pocket, he withdrew a small, leatherbound book, still flying through the air above the earth, and flipped it open. From within the pages a tendril of black smoke emerged, and a pair of small red eyes appeared deep within the growing cloud.

"By the admission of light into my domain, I assume you summon me, your humble slave, to do your bidding, River?"

"You assume correctly, Bathin. I give you two tasks. First, take me back to the Forteresse. Second, mask my presence from the Forteresse's master--the Wraith--and his ship of the same name."

"And the price--"

"Will be paid in full, this evening, at your leisure. You call yourself a slave, and then request a price. Perhaps you ought to think up a different title for yourself."

"Your wish is my command, Master, as long as I am paid for my services." An instant later, the black cloud expanded in a snap to engulf Rivus, and then it faded to reveal nothing but air.

~

Aer looked over at the two girls, frowned, and reached across the table--for some reason, every place was set--and picked up an extra fork. He looked up at the ceiling as if he were taking to a deity. "I promise not to insult you again, as long at you let me eat in peace," he murmured under his breath. He took another bite of the meat on his plate, which was starting to get cold. Sighing, he thumbed through the Fire spells he knew, in search of one that would warm his food without setting it ablaze.

((In case you were wondering, yes, that book with a demon inside of it is in fact Rivus's Hearrte. Eheeheehee...))

Janika blinked a couple of times. "No." she said quietly for once. "I'm going where everyone else is going." Janika hated to be alone.