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*Jason smirked* Good a time as any. *suddenly everything behind Jason seems to become covered in shadows, making his body stand out even more so. He simply stands there, seeming to wait as the boy aims.*

The boy's tongue flicked out, then slid across his upper lip. In such a position of weakness he felt wonderful. Closing his eyes for a moment he took in a deep breath. His left arm swayed a bit because of the weapon's weight, but he ignored it. For the moment he simply savored the feeling that was there. After a few moments he shrugged and took a step back, then looked up to Xol. "Me and you both know I'm not ready to deal with the two of you...However, maybe for old times sake I'll let you toss me around a little?" The boy giggled and lowered his arm to his side. His eyes seemed fixed on Xol, as if he was in a trance. "You don't have the same sensless rage Twilight does...but you've broken me so many times in the past...each time was wonderful. You know how it is when you don't feel a thing...you come to take the things you hated for granted."

whats going on everyone? Long time no see huh?

Draeken came downstairs with his hand over his eyes. He was rather tired seeing as he had been up most the previous night and even into the morning trying to think of a way to possibly get more than himself into the Citadel's barrier. It wasnt an easy problem. For the moment, though, he would forget about that and just relax. His favorite place to do so, of course, was the corner that himself and Phia had shared so often. Tiredly he plopped down onto a large cushion and leaned against the wall.

An oddly thin man dressed in red, with long red hair still plastered to his gaunt face from sleep, comes down the stairs and into the main room. He looks around curiously, as if seeing it with fresh eyes.

"Um, excuse me."

His voice is hoarse, obviously he's not used to speaking. A thin bony hand, tanned and wind burnt like the rest of him grips the wall nervously. He looks like he might fall over at any second.

"I don't mean to interupt, but is there any place I could get something to eat?"

*Jason's search stops for a moment as he hear's information being given by someone who knows their way around the area. He goes over to D... and blinks for a while.* ...Say... Haven't we met before and please tell me I'm mistaken. *Some sweat runs down from his forehead as he recalls that 'Wasn't it someone lie this guy who used those ice spears to try and swiss cheese me?'*

A few minutes later the man emerges, half a loaf of bread jammed in his mouth. In his hands are several plates piled high with what looks like everything he could get his hands on. Meats, vegetables, fruits, breads, cheeses, and more breads. Balance precariously on it are a large glass of orange juice and of water. He almost drops it all on a table, plops himself down on a chair, and begins stuffing his face. Its unhealthy for him to eat this fast, and he knows it, but he can't stop.