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Kira felt her hands on his chest and closed his eyes as he awaited the spell. He soon felt the pain that was tearing at him fade slowly and steadily away, until it was gone. He opened his eyes and took the blood packet, piercing it quickly and draining it in a few seconds. He withdrew his fangs and looked at Rivera quietly with much interest. "You never told me you had vampiric blood..." He said quietly referring to the blood in her veins. "So then... When should we get the painkillers?" He asked quietly as he sat up.

Kira took her hand gently. "Don't worry about it... If you ask me though... You should have let me bite you instead..." He said gently, moving his hand away from her hand and towards her cheek, where he traced gently to her neck. "I've always wondered what you would taste like..." He said quietly then pulled his hand away shaking off the vampiric craving. "Yeah... Go and get the painkillers... I should get a different outfit..." He said quietly and walked out to go to his dorm. While there he changed into jeans and a black long sleeve shirt, staying barefoot instead. He arrived at Rivera's dorm again and sat on her bed waiting.

Kira took the bag and pulled out the bottle of morphine. He twisted off the cap and swallowed one pill. "Alright then... So you wouldn't mind being bitten? Most people consider it a curse..." He said quietly. "And what do you mean I better like the taste of sushi?" He asked curiously. He really doubted someone's blood would taste like fish... Although he did enjoy sushi. He laid back on the bed again quietly. "So then... What do you think we should do until the festival?" He asked curiously.

Kira smirked slightly. "Sounds lovely..." He said quietly. He thought it was funny, how the sweet tooth of Rivera always led to something with loads of sugar. "And what about a drink?" he asked curiously. He never drank blood with meals, blood was usually a light snack to tide over his human hunger. "Maybe chocolate milk or something..." He said quietly while yawning and stretching. He felt like the time he had slept after the fight was an eternity. His body was stiff and numb, but he was happy he could fill the usually gaping hole in his gut.

Marcus silently walked down the hall of the girls dorm building, his sword held lightly in one hand with a crumpled piece of paper in the other...he should have been coming up on 625 any second now, ah yes here! He came upon the door of the room where Sara had told him to go, room 625, Miss. Riveras room...or at least it should be lest there were two 625's. He stopped as the doorway centered with his form...to tell the truth he didn't even know if she would be here right now, seeing as other people had lives and such. He knocked quietly once before stopping and taking a step bac, trying to center himself in case she was actually home.

There was no answer or opening door after his first knock, so gathering himself he knocked three more times, these more audiable than the last one he had attempted....if she didn't hear these chances were she wasn't home. He made sure his sword was still there before waiting patiently for once, fiddling around with his hands while he waited to see if there would be an answer.

Kira, who had been eating, stopped and looked at the stranger at the door curiously. So then... Who is this? He thought rather than asked. Black coat, strapped and buckled, old katana... I wonder what he wants... He thought. He took another few bites of his waffle and put the tray on the bed, standing up. "So... Who is it Rivera? Any idea?" He asked, wanting to know who had come to interrupt their meal. He noticed Rivera had invited the boy in, so he stopped his suspicious thinking and relaxed. If Rivera doesn't have a problem with them, I guess I shouldn't either... He thought simply.

Rivera looked at the sword. It blazed in her eyes clearly as he did... the battered katana shone with anticipation in her eyes. She could communicate with all things metal or electric... the sword was eager. It knew what was going to happen. Looking up into the stranger's face, her eyes changed to a dark blue shade as she stared into his pupils. He didn't understand what potential he had.

"I will fix your sword, but you must give me the materials to forge it anew." She finally spoke. "I have had some... problems, lately... and I lost nearly all of my magical power. You will have to lend me your energy and provide a small amount of soul energy to make up for the spaces and nicks in the blade." Rivera's eyes shifted to an emerald green in serious curiosity... such an old blade... it bore the insignia of a noble house on its hilt guard... what sort of katana is this? "Are you willing?"

Rivera pushed her coffee table aside, sliding it along with a section of the floor to reveal a staircase. "This is an illusionary portal. It will take us directly under the Atlantic Ocean and into part of the Atlantean ruins, where the main temple scrying pool is." She didn't explain any further, but led then down the long, spiraling steps. Torchees flared up of their own accord on the walls, extinguishing themselves behind the group when they no longer need the individual flame. The quartz walls were smooth, the mortar between each slab at the same level as the surface of the slabs. The stairs were made out of white marble, decorated with carved symbols of the Aeterranchisen language. It looked like a world of glossiness, shining with the flames of the torches.

A seemingly round room lay at the bottom of the stairs, stretching at least 40 yards across. A closer look confirmed it to be a room with twelve sides and a dome ceiling, lit by floating silver dishes of fire . A double paneled iron door took up half the space on one of the walls, ornamented with designs of rearing dragons, striking phoenixes and more hieroglyphic inscriptions. The image was surprisingly vivid, even with half the bottom rusting away. The handles had long fallen off, crumbling into a heap of reddish looking debris on the ground. The walls were covered with white marble tiles while the ground was a single large slab of rose quartz. The names of every high priestess of Atlantis was engraved upon the walls in Atlantean hieroglyphs. One wall lay unmarked and one half full, but aside from those, they other walls were covered.

The thing that distinguished this room was a massive, circular pool at its center. A ring of white marble tiles surrounded it in a second circle, touching the edge of the pool, divided into 24 sections with one section for each element. Fire was Southeast, Water was Northwest, Wind was Northeast and earth at Southwest. Dark marked its place at direct south and Light opposite from it at north. Order lay to the East and Chaos to the west. Everything in between accounted for the remaining 16 elements, each to their positions according to affiliation towards each of the eight basic pointers. The carvings on the tiles were usually self explanatory, with a heiroglyph similar to its actual being. But some elements were represented by more cryptic symbols. The water in the pool lay as smooth and as still as glass, reflecting the starlit illusions of the ceiling above.

Rivera undid the buckles on her vest and took it off. She wore a black tanktop with spaghetti straps beneath it. Two marks were distinct on her right shoulder. One was of a sun and a blade thrust through it, the other was of a crescent cliff and a star. Both marks were the size of nickles, just below her collarbone. The silver and pearl necklace Kira had given her for her birthday shone brightly and proudly without the vest's high collar. A longer chain held a pendant tucked underneath her clothing. Her long, silky black hair had an inconspicious violet hue to it, the long tresses hiding her back to her hips. Countless scars hacked over her pale arms, marring what may have been the envy of the Atlantean court. That'll never be now. Alantis' beauty was demolished by the desires of a single outsider.

"Here is where I make my weapons." Rivera spoke, her whispers echoeing throughout the gold and pink sheens of the brightly lit room. "Give me the sword and stand behind me, then place your hands on my shoulders. I will use your own power and soul energy to give you a new blade." Her eyes turned to a steely blue-gray, bright and stunning as mercury under light. "Think of a name for your sword, so that its identity will give it power. Do not say it until I tell you to, and by my faith, I will grant your sword immortality."