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Sedinema continues laughing, and even Leah starts to join in at this point.

"Oh my, you didn't tell me that this husband of yours was yet another fallen angel. You truly ARE a cosmic joke aren't you? Humorous."

Sedinema covers her mouth with a hand.

"Truly pitiful creature, you have given me far more amusement in these few instances than I have felt in many a long year in the Abyss. I shall give you a free tidbit, but after that you shall have to tempt fate like any other. I have indeed heard of the demon hunters foolish enough to challenge the depths, and I had heard that one was taken.

Her voice is affectionate, almost teasing, you'd never realize that she was talking about playing with lives. Or now that she had fully made an impression on the Material Plane the sub-sensory feelings that had drawn Aucun and Rose had turned into a screaming freakadelic siren from Liverpool itself. Whatever quality made that feeling, Sedinema had it in spades.

((As of this post, the Black Company has been reconstructed. See first post for details))

Aucun had only been absent from this area for several days at best, but there seemed to be a new structure here. Or perhaps it had always been there and it just missed his attention the last time he visited the region. Something about it tugged at his memory, but he ignored that.

Strolling from the heavy forest, Aucun moved silently towards the dojo, curiosity in his eyes. He had no reason to hide such an emotion as curiosity. At best, anyone seeing him would only inquire as to what he was looking at so interestedly.

Approaching the building after a short walk Aucun began to run his hands along the wall as if feeling the very essence of what made this building what it was. As if searching for it's purpose. After a moment a chilled wind rose around him and the sounds of laughter, fighting, playing, love making, and a medly of other noises filled the air. After a minute of this Aucun jerked his hand away and grinned. Such a history this spot had, though this building was obviously newer than all the events he had seen. It had been destroyed at one point then rebuilt. That much was clear to him at least. It seemed this place had at one time also been a base of operations for grand quests and schemes, the likes of which were rarely seen anywhere on this vast planet. Now, however, it seemed like a lonely, desolate place. Sad that such a venue for former greatness would come to this. Seemingly left abandoned or even discarded to be forgotten by the very people that had brought it fame throughout the land at one point.

With a slight grin, Aucun shook his head and whistled a brief descending note with a sad pitch to it before he headed inside. If this place was truly as desolate as it appeared, perhaps he could make use of it somehow. The notion had only just come to him, and what exactly he would even do with it if he were to take it as his own was beyond the grasp of his thoughts, but it was an entertaining idea. The grin on his lips turned to a smirk as he leisurely strolled through the common room, examining the new furniture, untained walls and floor. The chairs that looked as if they had not yet even been sat in. A thin layer of dust that showed the place had been all but uninhabited since it was rebuilt. There was one table that showed obvious signs someone had been there, likely dancing upon it by the looks of it. Other than that, however, there was no real sign of life. "Yes. Though I know not of what I shall do here, I think it will make a nice home for me. Big though it may be I can live with that. I'm growing tired of meager accomodations."

And so, moving to the bar counter Aucun snickers to himself as he places his hand upon the counter top. Allowing his eyes to roll upwards before closing them he mutters something in such a soft whisper that the words uttered were heard only as a faint hiss of his voice. Not that there was anyone to hear those words anyway. Once again the voices of play, fighting, laughter, and crying all began to echo throughout the common room and soon throughout the entire building. Faint images began to walk up and down the stairs, in and out the front door. People drinking merrily, sitting quietly and solitarily in corners while watching the others, children running and pets all milling about the place. Ghastly figures slinking about in the rafters, watching everyone with evil gleams in their eyes. Fights breaking out, people dying or being heavily wounded. Slowly these ghastly shapes would take form, though they still remained obvious ghosts of they people they represented. Most were likely still alive, so these were not their spirits, no, but merely impressions left behind by the intense memories of those peoples spirits. There had once been great magic coursing through this place and though none of it truly remained, the impression it had left on the spot itself was profound.

Slowly Aucun opened his eyes and grinned with wonder at the sight he saw. He liked it, in a sick way. People that could not be touched nor touch him, walking about as if they owned the place. No. They did own it. It was more theirs than his, he could feel that. But they could do little except appear when he reached to the remnants of their impressions. Disappear when he decided they were boring. He would not discard them, however. No, not yet. Instead he laughed lightly as the light in the room seemed to dim making the place seem dreary and depressing. The faded impressions of memories that were the people milling about also took on a look of weary morbidness. Began to look darker, meaner. They could do no harm to a person, but he like what he saw and what he was making of them. He liked it quite a bit and continued to perversly warp the place more. Soon every room of the building would take on a reddish coloring as if there were a thin mist coursing through the building constantly. Visibility was lessened slightly and the ghastly figures seemed to mope around instead of actively patrol their brief cycles left by the short impressions. Soon they didnt even follow their original paths anymore, but moved around and seemingly interacted as if they were actually alive and going about their days. After all this had been done, Aucun took his hand from the counter top and sighed tiredly. The inside of the building stayed as he had made it, though he hadnt actually warped anything physically. No, he had simply placed a sort of false imagery upon the inside. It was well beyond any of his abilities to warp the physical dimensions of anything.

So, tired but satisfied with his doings, Aucun grabbed a random bottle of liquor off the shelf from behind the counter and moved to a table, seating himself there and setting the bottle on the table wihtout opening it. For now, he would just rest and relish in what he had done, however random and useless as it obviously was.

The man sighed tiredly as he arrived at the dojo at last, it had been far too long since he had traveled overland and he had misjudged the distance significantly. The sun had set long ago but instead of changing his pace the man had instead simply continued a slow walk until he reached his goal. Golden eyes flashed at uneven intervals as he moved towards the front door oblivious of all else. His nose twitched slightly as he walked as did one ear but aside from that no sign showed that he possessed any interest in his surroundings. Hmmm, long day. I will need to relearn much before I'm myself again won't I? There was no companion nearby, yet the man clearly spoke as though to another, even to the extent his right ear turned slightly back as though listening for a reply.

The man had emerged on an area of packed dirt and could see archery targets a little distance off. He dismissed the entire area out of hand when he noticed no one was on the range and he would not have to worry about the annoyance of dealing with arrows. His eyes then lit on a central building which seemed to be smilar to the traditional dojo he was used to. Next he spotted an area and building clearly meant for physical training. The day I can't stay in shape by existing is the day I get my teeth pulled and feed myself to nature. There had been an odd inflection on the word shape which suggested it had alternative meanings to the man but no laugh or emotional response was shown to indicate what. Finally he spotted a tall building which he assumed was either a library or living quarters but a probe of his earth sense suggested the latter. With a soft sigh he began the relatively short walk from the wall to the dojo to see what lay within.

After some time, the man moved, he liked the overall layout and was tempted to raid the armory. However there was no real reason, after all, he had all the weapons he needed. He laughed internally about the reaction he imagined a person might have if he was ever told to drop all weapons. At the mere thought his fingers itched and he longed for battle, at least part of him did. Another portion was whispering that finding something new would be ideal, and still another felt a good corner and a book would be a superb way to spend the coming day. Regardless of the details, for now he would train, of course he had been training for months now and was slowly mastering the varied skills he should possess. Memories and skills, so trancendental, so incidental, it may take many more months or even years but I will master both and learn more as I do. I may even eat again soon and see what comes of the experience this time. The man then sat where he was, his coat was suddenly spread out around him in a neat semi-circle while he closed his eyes and reached inward. First came mastering the memory, then would come practicing the skill. The face that was revealed as his coat fell open at the collar was one that could be many. Those that had known him and his kin might wonder to themselves whether they were greeting a friend or a foe. Could they call Wolf and find an ally, Shadow and find a murderer, or Ka'rinth and find a villainous b*****d? A name even fewer would know may come unbidden to the lips of a precious few, Ser'fin. Only the man could truly know his own name and with his kind no others would ever be able to truly tell a difference.

Vice strolls along, his path twisting and turning, causing him to walk on, along and past any road he might have been attempting to follow.
Arriving at the outer wall from the west he pauses tilting his head forward glancing over his shades.
"Hmph..."
He picks up his pace and half-sprints up to the moat.
Leaning over he casually waves to his reflection then glances left and right.
"Not quite what I remember...."
He takes a few steps along the moat before stopping and takaing a few more in the opposite direction.
"What did you expect?
It's not like they're trying to keep me out, eh?"
Chuckling at his own joke continues walking along the moat, casting casual glances toward the wall, and back the way he had come.
He makes his way around the outter wall, leading away from the gate, eventually circling the entire compound.