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The President sighs and stretches "Well mostly, but you are wrong about him doing fine, I though you would notice that he is slowly wearing down from all of this. He can't do all of this alone and I can only provide so much support if you catch my drift. Well, I would suggest you at least say hello, it might help restrengthen the relationship between the SC and DC maybe. Long shot and probably wont work, but worth a shot." He says looking out the window. "Before I go can I ask you if it wouldn't be too much trouble to remind me what my powers were?" He asked her with a worried face as he gazed out the window looking at nothing and then a knock was heard before Alessa could answer. "I guess I will take my leave then. It is getting pretty late, get some sleep Alessa," He got up and headed to the door opening it up with the surprised looks of the DC members greeting him as he walked by.



kry listened to her and then looked up waving Jareth over to join them in conversation hoping he had heard the jist of what they were talking about. He then pats her head and smiles. "I think we found a new partner in crime my friend." He says to Jareth. "Now how to make you stronger is the question, I doubt any of these other people could really help you, hell I might have to do it myself for a bit and then we can have The Labyrinth here create our fighting stages and eventually join to help fight you... How does that sound, or do you know of another way?" He asks the man with a confident grin." The two couldn't truly trust her just yet, but Kry knew she could be valuable and her ability could be pretty useful if she learned to master it.

Jareth took the invitation with a nod and no more. He said nothing as he took his eyes from the sea and went to stand a pace behind and to the right of Kry. As their leader spoke, Jareth locked eyes on Miya, staring pointedly. He took a similar stance as when he worked, but instead of keeping his hands at his sides, he clasped them behind his back. Prone and ready should the need arise.

He said nothing when Kry made reference to the Labryrinth, although the thought of creating fighting stages was mildly appealing. If nothing else they could also serve other purposes, but he would keep that to himself, of course. In response to the proposal, he merely nodded once. He agreed that she could not be trusted and knew that Kry could count on him to fix the issue if it became one. However, it also would provide useful experience for the rest of their little group. A win win, as it were.

Kry went to shake, but upon grabbing her hand her was surprised by the grip and strength she had to pull him towards her and kiss him. He doesn't even remember the last time he was kissed or if he was kissed before that so it flustered him more than usual when she turned and walked off. He was half tempted to blast her away there and then, but chose not to as he turned to Jareth. "... So that was new." He says looking at his friend. "I know you wont talk as to not destroy our little compound, but that was messed up." He says wiping his mouth and spitting on the ground. "So have a good night man, I will see you tomorrow at roll call alright?" He says as he starts to head to his hut. "We can talk about what additives you made later ok."

Fyte was curled up in a ball, blankets tossed over her head as she slept. After shredding her knuckles on the rock wall the night before, she'd somehow walked back to her room, but as if she were in a trance. Climbing into her bed, she'd buried herself underneath the covers and stayed that way. At least that night, she had a dreamless sleep. Still, as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky, the young air bender did not stir from her bed, something she did not usually do (Fyte was never one to skip breakfast).

Yawning, Alessa stretched her arms, careful not to drop any of her bathing necessities. Wearing a simple nightgown, she made her way through the tunnels, her slippers making no noise against the stone floor. The baths were usually empty in the morning, and this morning Alessa could do without all of the chatter from the other girls. It would be a much needed period of relaxation for her, and besides, she needed a good soak in a hot spring; at least her stiff muscles would loosen a bit.

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風 If we can’t be honest to each other, happiness and sadness are just empty…

A groan could be heard from beyond the door, followed by a muffled thud. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, Fyte stared groggily up at the ceiling from her floor. It took her a good half of a minute to realize just what had roused her from slumber, and once it clicked in her head she scrambled to her feet. Ignoring the fact that she probably looked like a mess, she bolted straight for the door. Throwing it open, she was presented with the sight of Nemo, which quite frankly surprised her. Having silently mutually agreed that their relationship had been on hiatus, meetings like this with the younger boy were rare.

"Oh…um…h-hi." Fyte greeted him stupidly, the words finally coming to her mouth. Probably due to the fact she'd just woken up, and also to the fact that she never quite knew what to say to him nowadays, she found her tongue tied in knots. Looking down, it came to her attention that she'd wrapped her blanket around her, cocooning her in warmth. It finally struck her then that she must look like an absolute wreck. Blushing, Fyte quickly tried to at least make her hair presentable, running a hand through her hair to brush back stray locks. Tucking them behind her ear, she opened her mouth to try and at least make conversation with Nemo.

"Wh-what's up? Everything ok?" she asked quickly, looking back at Nemo. Her eyes took in the sight of him, and she hadn't realized up until then just how much she missed him. He seemed to have lost much of the darkness that was once underneath his eyes, but the bags were not completely gone. As always, his hair was rumpled, with hairs sticking this way and that, but Fyte had always thought that he could pull off the bedhead look well. There seemed to be a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, since a few hairs there were plastered to that area. Raising a tentative hand, she gently brushed those white locks away. "Are you…ok?"

A content sigh escaped her lips, as she felt the tension ease out of her muscles. Man, was she glad that they had a hot spring in the area, as it was working wonders at relaxing her. "I'm in heaven." Alessa sighed, sinking deeper into the hot water. Humming a soft song, she happily played with the surface, splashing a bit like a child. After a while of just soaking, she decided that it was time to get out.

A blast of cold air met her when she stood, and she shivered a bit. Turning around, there seemed to be a moment of absolute stillness before a familiar face popped in. Instantly, Alessa's face turned bright red, and she ducked down, covering her naked body with her hands.

"PERVERT!!!" She screamed at him, dunking her body back into the steaming pool of water. She was aware that he'd left instantly, muttering something, but it took her several minutes to recompose herself. During that time, Alessa swore to hunt him down later and at least give him the slap he deserved. "T-the nerve! Popping in here like that!" She stuttered to herself, still covering her chest. As she calmed down again, her thoughts began to wander. Had he seen her, standing there naked? Another heated blush covered her face. Looking downwards, she sighed. As much as it pained her, she was fully aware of just how petite her body was, despite her being nineteen already. She idly wondered if Ace had a thing for more… girls with more curves than her. Quickly shaking her head, she dashed those thoughts. "Come now, there's no use in thinking things like that." she chided herself, making her way out of the hot spring. Slipping into a pair of black long pants and a fitted t-shirt, she decided to go hunt down Ace and give him the slap he deserved after she returned her bathing necessities to her room.

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Strength is hope and stubbornness. Have you not learned that from me, little witch?