Welcome to Gaia! ::

When she was about two bookshelves away from the door a man burst in, blinking at the sudden appearance. Well, everyone was just making an appearance now. Huh. Shrugging her shoulders, she paused to glance back over to Faris and Kenshin, having noticed the angel had left for the moment. She began to walk again, finally leaving the library. She had an idea where she wanted to go next, her form rippling before the doors closed to become that of a handsome black fox. Padding down the hall way where she had come, the white tip of her tail bounced in the air, ears perking up at every sound that echoed through the large home. Heading off towards the gardens, it would be nice to see some tree's. The last place she had been before the Haven had been a city in a different plane where there really were no tree's or anything.

Faris paused and looked at Kenshin. "I'm mated sir. Unless Yuki writes it off and suggests it, I'm as loyal as any other wolf. Thank you for your concerns, though." With a slight flick of his wrists, he used his considerably long legs to carry him across the room to the courtyard doors and to where the Grace had been at his last check.
"Angel, I would like you to meet Lord Kenshin. He agrees a Tavern room for you, and for the gold you have offered. However, he may not stay long, as he has a journey to prepare for." The wolf stopped and bowed slightly, motioning between the two. "Kenshin, this is Angel d'Monte. Now, if you excuse me, I have books and scrolls to care for and a few to organize. If either of you need anything..." Not waiting for a reply, Faris bowed again before padding away.

Hanyou walked silently into the library and wandered around, looking for a certain type of book. Wandering around for a while, she finds the section of magical scrolls and spells. She carefully looks through them until she finds the ones about controlling the elements. She sits down at a small table and begins to read them.

She continued to study the delicate scrolls. She could sense her Master in the library. She tried not to pay attention to him, feeling a tad hurt from his earlier comment.
She stretched her feet out beneath the table, popping her joints and relieving the cramps in her muscles.

Kenshin nodded and cracked a fake smile, a notion of his good tidings with her, but it just made him look scary and cynical, with his glinting fangs. Kenshin caught a whiff of her her scent and narrowed his eyes on the girl's neck for a split second, but convinced himself it wasn't a proper way to act in front of guests. Dropping the smile, he turned and headed down the hall to his quarters, to bid his mistress farewell and pack his things for this delicate trip.

As Kenshin rounded the corner, out came Takken, sliding around the corner with Vlad Kenshin's change of clothes.
"Master! I have brought you clothes to change into! See? I even brought you the one with the red-" *pop!*Takken was reprimanded with a quick wrap to his forehead, adding to the extra golf-ball bumps.

As the clothes flew out of Kenshin's hand, and Takken plopped to the ground, Kenshin tallied a quick, real smile, knowing this would be a long, exhausting trip for him. During this time, Kenshin planned to adjust to heavy gravity, and harsh, lifeless climates. Nothing like here on Gaia.
"Takken, pack light, we're taking a steed...", he called behind him, continuing down the hallway and passing out of view.

Nothing happened. Growling he tried again. Still nothing happened. With a loud snap he forced it to appear before it vanished with a sudden explosion of both violent air force and a wall of sand, sending his frame flying backwards and into a hallway. It took him a moment to regain a sense of the world around him and take a damage report. Sirocco had never been beyond his call before and that worried him, though the shattering sound he had heard worried him more. Something could affect his powers, pathetic as they were, and that left him nearly defenseless. Slowly and painfully he got to his feet and futilely began to dust himself off.

It was a few moments of self-pruning later that he noticed there was a giant door next to him. It seemed as if he had been blown into an annex of sorts. From what he could see in the windows, it appeared to be a library or an archive. Perhaps they could help explain...something. Shaking himself of what little was left, he set himself somewhat straight before quietly slipping inside. It seemed to be fairly quiet, yet still full of some sort of energy. Quickly he discovered it was the building and books itself, rather than the entities inside. He softly padded around for awhile, taking note of the actions of the people inside. It was impossible to figure out the curator or the librarian, whichever this happened to be. Sighing louder than he had meant to he began to make his way back towards the entrance. He had no time to play guessing games with other immortals.

He didn't have to think on it much just reached out and the scroll Angel held shot to his hand. Faris tucked the cylindrical papers into a pocket as he continued to shlf several of the books he'd fixed. "I'll draw you a map, if you really do not wish to wait. Although I think I'd rather you did so I could escort you." The wolf carefully traced the gilded lettering in several of the spines with the tip of a claw. "Can't have you endangered because of the insensibility of some of the villagers."

Faris' brow twitched before he gave up his fight to stay emotionless over the entrance of another round of filth and senseless movement tracked about the shelves of tomes that he cared for. "You are best to sweep away the mess you brought with you before I rip the soul right from your frame. Already I have dealt with another's worthless filth, not will I tolerate it again tonight!" The wolf rounded the bookcase and stood with his hand on the Grace's shoulder, facing the new entity in his library.