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((later that day))

evil '''I grow weary, I need.... sleep. I've never known sleep before, not since that day,''' thought Fizz, and let his mind wander;
{flash back} "Cyan, come here! A mummy man walked into the village!" cried Fizzen. "Alright, alright, I'm commin'," came the muffled reply. Later, as the duo walked into the town's inn. "Room please," said a bandaged stranger. "Hey mister, can I show you something?" Cyan asked, as the man walked towards the stairs. "Mmmn sure?" came a voice from the bandages. "I would like to show you a talent i have," said Cyan, and jumped into the air, Coming down in the form of a horned Fei. "Mmmm hehe thats pretty nice," said the stranger as if he were smiling. He quickly looked around his shoulder. Damn, I sense another Fei; damn mischievous b*****d is somewhere around here, thought the stranger. "Not really," was Cyan's modest reply........ '''Now is my chance to see whats behind those bandages,''' thought Fizz, as he snuck up behind the stranger. As he reached his hand towards the bandages, and pulled one a bit down. Their was a sound resembling an avalanche. '''Not to strange in a mountain town,''' he continued to think. The stranger spun around and knocked Fizz down, pulled the bandages from Fizz's hands and stormed up the stairs. Fizz still had his hand tangled. As the stranger reached the top of the stairs, the bandages fell off. The stranger began to shine brighter then the sun and a sound like an avalanche could be heard. Then, their was a crater in place of the town. {flash back over}
*shudders* *gasp!* '''I remember that man! He turned my home to a crater!''' Thought the demon. '''I must tell brother!''' evil

"This RP has 1/2 of the guilds posts!" said Cyan, as he was reading a post in the Unrandom Tale Posting Guild on gaiaonline.org. "Man, this thing rules! who new roleplaying as a human sitting at his computer all day could be so fun!" he continued. evil "I agree, brother, this is quite fun!" evil

"You've had years of experience eh?" Alia smiled joyfully, as if she knew something others didn't. You could practically see the devils dancing in her eyes. "But how good was that experience? Especially combat wise?"

Ergo perked up at the sound of the pseudochallenge. Jaws was a formidable opponent, who could give Ergo a run for his money. Alia must either not know, or not care. Either way, it would be interesting. He looked up at the clock. "s**t! Jaws, we have Dark & Light History in 2 minutes! Come on!" exclaimed Ergo. He packed up and pulled Jaws's arm. "Nice meeting you mam." said Ergo to Alia respectfully. Alia smiled at the respect.

Ergo walked out of the Dark & Light History class 1 hour later. It was 3 o'clock. He had the rest of the day off. It was surprising that this was only his first day here. What to do now? Maybe Jaws & Alia could fight. Would be interesting. Ergo's wrappings unraveled to reveal the illusion of his face below. "You gonna accept the challenge from Alia, Jaws?" asked Ergo to Jaws who was still in the class.

"She's your teacher I think; lose and she might give you a better grade. I'd say just give it your all up to a point. She looks proud." Ergo smiled. "Do you think you'd be able to stop from beating her? Though I bet she will beat you regardless if you hold back or not. She is one of the most adept and famous fighter in the Armies of the West." Ergo began walking down the hall with Jaws.

{Its a small godmod, but I figuare its not that big of a transgression, since it does help the story move along and isnt that of an important action.}

"Dunno. Maybe if I cut you in half I can count the rings." Ergo quiped as they walked down the steps out the building. "I'd say somewhere in the early thousands at most. Any more and you get...peculiarities in the mind; if your body survives that much. To many memories to handle for most beings. Most have a method of storing them without going crazy. You don't look crazy, so somewhere between 1000-3000 years."

"Eh, everyone around my age has always been driven crazy by the crushing weight of trillion of centuries of knowledge and memories. What is true, and what is false? They get lost in their minds. Most waste away. Some cope by forgetting, others cope by suicide. Only reason I'm not rubber-room crazy, is because of the way I work. As he said this he looked at Jaws, and his eyes flashed with magic, as if someone opened a trapdoor for a second. Oh and explain how you are different then any other near immortal being?"