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Dark smiled at Mayumi, she was truly a wise choice for him to make his second. He leaned back a bit relaxed, he felt his body began to heal itself, the wounds on himself were disappearing. Soma would have to meet Daton in order to receive this curse, but it was a step in becoming a General. "People either gather around the strong because they fear them or they want to become stronger, the five Generals are not stronger then Daton so we desire strength." He said rather calmly, it was the truth of the matter. He wanted to be stronger, if he had been stronger twenty years ago, he might have been able to save Soma's mother.

Sheena had looked at Kira for a moment, she wanted to thank her for sticking up for her when she didn't have to. It was a trait that Sheena admired in another person. She was a meek woman by nature, but would give her life to anyone who was in trouble. But, when she saw the hard look in Kira's eyes, she turned her gaze away.

She was completely out of her element, so much power around her, she felt overwhelmed. She then listened to the young woman who sat next to the red haired man. She then bowed her head low, "I...I came seeking help..."

She then raised her head to look at the young woman more clearly, "Both of my homes have been destroyed, both on land and in the sea. My Mother brought me here as a child because there was danger in the sea. My Father on land took care of me until he hid me away from an attack. In both cases, I fear that I am the only survivor..."

Sheena tried to get a grip on her emotions. She was terrified of what to do now. She knew that a dark man was after her secret, and that she couldn't go it alone. "I...am afraid. I am a half-maiden. Half human, half sea maiden. Someone was searching for the secrets of the Sea Maidens...and by recent events...I believe I am the only one who carries on those secrets. I know not who is after me, and I am frightened, but I do not wish to run any longer. I also know, that I cannot face this alone. I came looking for someone to help me. Sea maidens are not fighters...I can barely bring myself to harm someone who has wronged me. I...am willing to do anything, in order to keep my race's secrets, from falling into that man's hands..."

Her shoulders were trembling as she spoke those words. She then took a step back, "Though...I have done a wrong by you. I did not mean to attack those men...my Mother's pearl was protecting me," she had tears glistening in those rippling eyes, "Please, I will give up everything and anything, to make up for this."

Sheena's eyes widened at the young womans concern. She was certainly surprised since the man who sat beside her was cruel towards the other women. She bowed her head slightly to Ameena and then she rose her gaze to meet the young woman's, "A man possessing dark powers. I know not his name, nor have I seen his face, but I have sensed him. It's so dark...and the magnitude of the power overwhelms me. All I know, is that he is after the secret of the Sea Maidens..."

She sighed and a small smile graced her lips, "Thank you, kind lady. You have my word that in exchange for your help, I offer my services to you. I know not of what you may need, but I can heal the injuries I may have caused those men..." she then turned to the red headed man for a moment before returning to Ameena, "Thank you again...the secret will now be safe from him. I know that he did not get it from the other maidens, otherwise, he would not be searching for me. Again, I thank you, both of you."

Sci slowly rose from snide's shadow." I dont know who you are but your not going to be leaving with those details. Its something I just cant allow you to do. Im being paid to help these people and I havent been told just how to handle these kinds of things. I could kill you.. Or maybe devour your soul. I cant decide." Sci was talking to distract snide but he smiled as he removed the notes from snides possession." Or I could just take these notes and beat you till you have no memory of this day at all."

Snide turned around quickly and snatched the notes away from Sci. Snide then backflipped away from him. "I'm sorry to inform you, but these notes are my possesions. If you want them, you have to kill me or disable. But your first challange is to catch me." He informed Sci with a smirk. He stood there waiting for the next move.

Yunari gave a little laugh and crossed her wrists behind her back. “ I know it’s weird, but there are more things out there than even I know about and well, I know a lot.” She knew of people like Kira, people who never had encounters with the supernatural, well except for witches and all. But still she could write books and books on the things she had seen. She would leave it be for now and instead chose to simplify things and maybe allow the other woman in a little. “Humans are born with the simple abilities, such as being able to read someone from either their face or their heart. Where as I can read someone’s over all aura, or soul I guess you could say, you were given the ability to read faces am I right?”

That was a safe assumption. In order to lie to people you would have to know a lie when you saw one right? So it was just a case of who was better at hiding their true selves. But in a sense she found that the skills of a thief were almost like magic, you had to train hard and work hard to be good right? She looked to the sky and then down to the ground. But then she had time to register what the woman beside her had really said. She shook her head and lifted one hand, one finger extended as if lecturing. “You may be rude at times, but you protect those who you think need it. Like that girl back there. She wasn’t to good at standing up for herself but you did it for her. Who needs magic and such when you have the skills that people would die for. You can’t heal, but I can’t sneak around quietly or even come close to your level of confidence. To me, what you have is magic.”

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Kohikri rolled his eyes at the toy’s actions. A creature comes to him for help and then acts like this? Well he kind of took that as a challenge. He did not touch the creature but he leaned in and examined him, his eyes seemed to be looking at something invisible to the naked eye but not to this man. He waited a few seconds before reaching forward and crabbing a hold of something, like a thin string or such, but it was a band of words. He shook his head and then stood. “What you’re asking Ray isn’t impossible. It’s just difficult. It looks like this guy really pissed someone off because this is a heavy curse if I ever saw one. It’s got layers and layers of incantations, even a counter if someone was to try and remove it the wrong way.”

The man turned around and began to rummage around his cupboards and such. Suddenly remembering he moved to the ice box and opened it. With a grin he reached in and removed a rather large book. He moved over to the counter top and flipped it open. He began to look through pages and pages of things before stopping and grinning. “It will take some time to remove the curse, and it is strong so giving him voice would be difficult as well, but the curse is weaker at night. I can weaken I a bit more but this guy will only be able to talk at night. I think that is a good starting point.” He looked to Ray and she tilted her head a bit before placing her hand to her chin.

“And how long do you think it would take for you to give him back his true form?” She crossed her legs. She figured these were questions that the little creature would ask if he could speak so she asked for him.

“Well it’s difficult to tell, because of the nature of the curse, but starting with his voice alone, a couple of days. Then maybe I could give him his form at night. After that I’m not sure how to permanently return him to his form. I’ll know once I get started though.” He looked down to the plush and leaned down. “Who did you piss off? She must have been one of the Talva coven. “ he shrugged and moved to the other side of the small kitchen with his book. “Well let us get started then.”

As Kira listened to her, she could feel her mind finally beginning to process everything. Because of this fact, she found herself smiling and nodding repeatedly. It was as if a curtain had just been taken from her eyes, and she could now fully understand.

"Oh, I see!" She said to the other woman before turning to her, "So, your eyes are just sort of... more sensitive than a normal person, right?" She said, still nodding to herself. But, as the blonde continued, the thief found herself thinking once again. This time, about what the woman claimed was her own ability to read faces. She supposed it was true enough. She could look at someone and automatically determine simple things.

"Yeah, I guess I'm like that, but it's not entirely the same idea. Like... I can tell if I'm not gonna like someone just by looking at them!" She joked with a wide smile. She could tell many things from someone's expression due to her attention to detail, but she just couldn't resist the chance to bring up her hatred for stupid people. It just amused her to no end.

Not a moment later, she found herself taken off of her guard, and she looked forward, her smile gone. One of her hands rose up and rubbed the back of her neck as she thought to herself. The idea of being praised so highly by someone with such unique abilities was hard to believe. Being praised by anyone was not something she was use to, so she wasn't quite sure how to react. Plus, being kind back to someone who had just relayed her a compliment made her cringe a little. She wasn't use to it, but she then again, she wasn't use to the idea that she was actually talking so casually with a girl like this. None-the-less, a thank you was due, she just had to figure out how to say it.

"Uh..." She started quietly, and then looked over at her. Suddenly, she gave a wide smile, and the arm she'd been using to rub her neck so nervously reached out and took hold of the other girl. She pulled her close to her by her neck, and laughed in her usual loud, obnoxious manner.

"I'm not use to getting so many compliments in one day!" She said loudly through her chuckles, "I think a girl could get use to it!"




The little toy watched the witch's movements intently as he sat atop the counter. The man moved about here and there, which brought Gizmo's eyes to the attention of the fact that this witch was nothing like he'd assumed.

He'd figured all witches to be like the one he himself had encountered. Organized, sophisticated, and witty. But this man seemed the complete opposite. The way he rummaged through his cupboards and such made him seem like this wasn't even his own home. He had no clue where his belongings were placed. He spoke rudely and without so much as an ounce of intelligence or poise. This man was not impressive, and the small toy was actually thinking about giving up on this chase for his original form.

Just when he was having doubts, he was stopped when the man began speaking about returning his voice. And then, he spoke of returning his body. This stopped the plushie in his tracks. He suddenly jumped up from his seat and hovered in the air above where he had just been resting, and he stared at the witch. If what he said was true, he would be able to have his body back, something he'd wished for for years. He'd be able to enjoy food and drink again. He'd be able to feel the touch of the breeze and of water and heat. And most importantly of all, he'd be able to speak again. To be able to hold a conversation with people, and show them how he felt and smile and laugh. Before his companionship with Kira, he had been alone, and after she'd found him, his life had been full of adventure and laughter. And he wanted to repay that debt to her. He owed her that.

The thief was still laughing even after she had let the blonde go from her tight grasp. She placed her arms around her torso, and laughed loudly, her eyes almost tearing up. Seeing the blonde be so easily tricked like that and taken off of her guard was actually fairly amusing. Perhaps it was because in general she found it funny, or maybe it was due to the fact that she hadn't had a companion she could talk to and mess with like this in years. All she had was her little plushie friend, Gizmo. And he, on the other hand, couldn't even talk. Yes, he was faithful and good to her, but being able to talk to someone just seemed to brighten her day, and liven her spirits more so than she had expected it to.

Her laughter slowly died down, and she tried her best to catch her breath. She reached up and brushed the small tears from her eyes, and let out a sigh of relief that she could finally take in cold air again.

"Wow... you're a funny girl, you know that?" She said half to herself as she continued to walk with the other woman. She then turned to her as she spoke, and smiled. The idea of having a place to rest up without having to worry about being arrested was indeed alluring, and so she figured she'd have a go at it. She realized that her little toy friend was not around, but he was a tough little guy, and fast too, so if he got into any trouble, she was sure he'd find a way out of it.

"Sure," She answered the woman's question as she looked forward again, "Let's go and give this priest a little visit. I'm sure once he lays eyes on me, his jaw will drop, and he'll quiver at the thought of letting someone like me into his little holy temple," She said still in her joking tone. Although she was joking, she knew for most circumstances, this was not far from the truth.




The little plushie watched the man mixing the ingredients together, and he made a note to himself to thank the dark haired woman for her sacrifice if this spell worked on him. Unlike his friend the thief, he knew most women treasured their hair, and although he wasn't sure if she had minded much, he figured he'd thank her anyway.

He stood completely still as the witch demanded. He felt the little crumbs of dirt falling onto his head, and then he felt the liquid pouring over his body. While he knew he wasn't possibly able to feel it, it knew in his mind he should be able to, and so as mind over body works, he could feel the liquid seeping into his body, and soaking the stuffing within his clothe outside.

Afterward, he looked up at the witch. Hearing that he may not have to wait brought his hope soaring, and he jumped up into the air, his body hovering above where he had been. He looked at the man as if to ask him something. He wanted to ask when the spell would begin to set in. He wanted to try it out now, but seeing as he was a plushie, he wasn't sure where to begin even attempting to talk.