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Focht looked up at Zelkin and tilted his head. He sniffed the air trying to determine what creature's blood had been on him.

"You haven't done anything that I can tell......"

"Crystal... what is with the earing?"

Focht was thinking he had figured it out.

"Paul gave it to me. I asked Tj if he thought it would look good before I got one. He wanted to give me a magical one but I didn't want a magival one so I took this one."
((doesn't know if itr would have a magicl aura or not))

"Trouble?"

She asked. Crystal raise her hand up to the stud and frownd as she thought about there being a maagical aura on it. Quickly she took off the earring as she looked to Focht.

"Paul said it wasn't enchanted."

"Shadow magic..........."
still seeing some confused look(s) he explained.
"Its a form of magic that doesn't rely on the physical nature of law. You stir it up by facing you opposite.... not a female in my case but a ravaging, malicious, doppleganger............. in any case the magic runs through your body and acts just like real magic only as you use it it takes some of your resolve, so to say, and a weak willed person could be turned into whatever they fear the most. Even a strong willed person has limits...... too much use to quickly can overwhelm them and the shadow will be forever implanted in them giving thoughts of crude nature and distrust....... if the host gives in or loses control the shadow can take over for a set amount of time...."
He paused again.
"I was jumpd by a band of rogues..... of a wizardly nature..... I think I won and lost at the same time....."

((cya))

Just a bit of rustling and a soft sigh could be heard from under what seemed to be piles of blankets, sheets, and pillows. Shifting slightly, a toned arm with caramel skin came out from under the pile and grabbed for a pair of red jeans laying close by. As the pants disappeared into the small opening, the mountain of cloth seemed to come to life and move around. Again the hand reached out and grabbed the bright red tank top over towards the head of the bed. Again the commotion under the blankets resumed and then stopped. After a bit more rustling and grunting and golden brown crown of hair hanging near to the small of a young lady's back emerged. The woman stood and stretched, every bone in her back popping and a few in her neck. Her golden brown almost honey eyes scanned the room and found her gymshoes. Slipping those on, she went to go put her hair up into it's usual bun, but decided to leave it in a ponytail on the top of her head genie style and it still hung fully to just below her shoulder blades. A few strands hung limply in front of her face, but she dismissed them and headed out the room and downstairs to the dojo.