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"I think I'm okay. Just a bit dazed, is all." She began inspecting her body, bending over at just the right angle for Alan to see down her shirt. Her hands ran down her torso, stopping at her right hip. A little bit of blood tinted her hand as she found a tiny little scar. "Hmm, guess you grazed me a little, though." She turned her hip to the front and moved her hand slightly. "Nothing a bandage can't fix, eh?"

The gardener smiled again. "Ah, that's Morocco for you. To the missus, Morocco is very precious. Precious things have a tendency to be very rare but all the more beautiful because of it. Like those violets of hers; you'd think it'd be impossible for them to bloom in this climate, but there they are." He sighed. "Makes you think, doesn't it?"

Alan sighed a bit. "Whoa, what's wrong Hitake? I almost killed her!" He said to Hitake, laying back on the elevator door. He looked over to see that she was farily mad. "Are you upset about something?" He asked her.

Siegfried turned to leave. "Well, I'm glad to know Cassandra didn't get herself killed." He muttered to himself. He turned to leave, and made his way to the boat. "Fine, to Sacramento." He said to himself.

"Wife?Youve got us mistaken!Were not married.But none the less i dont want him looking at you!You deliberately bent over so he could see inside your shirt!"Hitake then looked away frm the girl and closed the elevator doors

"Hmm, not married, eh?" she said to nobody in particular. "Very interesting..."

She walked up to the main desk and figured that enough was enough. She picked a key off of the board and decided to check in with the hotel staff later, if they ever showed up. She clutched her side, which began to sting a little, and then walked back to the elevator.

Elin got tired about 5 minutes out of Sacramento, she landed, and decided to walk the short distance. If she got into the town and was attacked, she needed some power left. She breathed in deeply and looked at the town from a distance.
"Hm, funny place to have a party." She said to herself.

She got into town with out seeing a single person. But she could feel it. This was the place where the world would stay changed.

Elin walked along the street, keeping to the shadows. Must not spoil a suprise. Walking past a few houses she got to a small shop. She liked it. It was small and had pretty little statues in the window. She walked up to it and smashed the glass window with a wave of her hand, forcing the air to hit it with tremendous speed. She knelt on the window cill and picked up a small rag doll. "why, aren't you a pretty little thing." She stuffed the doll in her pocked. "my little good luck charm eh?"

Richard walked down the street, reading an enormous book. He kept walking until he bumped into a wall fairly hard.
-"Ow..."
Richard stopped reading and leaned his back against the wall he hit head-on. He lit a cigarette and looked up at the sky mournfully. He had hoped he would be able to find his brother in this newly-made wasteland. After all, he was probably the cause for the downfall of this city. Richard began to reminisce about his past and his shameful brother's story.
-"Dammit, Conall..."
Richard put out his cigarette and continued walking and reading down the street.

(( What's the last thing you remember? ))
Conall walked down the roads, in a bad mood. As he walked by, anyone he met on the street died painful deaths. Most burned slowly from the inside out, but some died in more inventive ways. For instance, he ran into a hooker that asked if he wanted a good time. So Conall summoned various objects made of metal and spent a good half hour mutilating and violating her with the objects until he finally just shoved several white-hot iron rods in all of the hooker's orifices. He left her to bleed to death with no escape, he had severed several tendons throughout her body. Another instance was he met a holy man, who claimed that only that Jesus could save them, and if they had the Lord on their side, they could not be harmed. Conall decided to test that theory. Conall took the books that the holy man had been handing out and shoved them all in a very uncomfortable place. When the holy man tried to scream, Conall removed all air from his lungs, leaving him gasping like a fish out of water. Conall continually gave and removed air from the man, prolonging the heinous crimes Conall performed on him until all that was left of the man was a large blood stain with scattered body parts in a twenty-foot-radius. Conall continued through the city, performing what he commonly referred to as art, as once he was done, his victims looked like they had jumped out of a Picasso painting. Conall continued his rampage until he found a business man with a black eye. Conall immediately recognized him as the second-in-command in his underground fighting rings. They both glanced at each other then looked the opposite way, they were not to converse in plain sight. Conall looked at his watch and was slightly taken aback, it had been five hours and not only did a squad of policemen not attempted to arrest him or kill him, but also that he hadn't found the woman he abandoned or his annoying boss. Conall simply diverted his attention to a TV screen in a window of a store, it was playing a generic news channel talking about how the 'Picasso killer' struck again. Conall smiled and sat down on the sidewalk, watching the news of his exploits with amusement.