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*Bursting through the enterance doors. she walked down the halls towards her room. the lights dimming as she walked by. She pushed open the bedroom room, and closed it, locking it. she brushed back her hair as she went to her bed. she walked to her side pushing the pillows a bit and crawled in. Silently sobbing, she layed on her stomach as she buried her face in the pillows. She felt alone, and useless. but she knew she can always come back to the Fortress, and call it home. but she didnt feel like she belonged. she just wanted Focht. but thats wasn't an option. she quietly cried herself to sleep, in her room. the lights dimmed, light only enough to see the shadows of the furniture.*

*Clipping her waist Shaelths with her blades, She walks down the halls heading towards the exit. She was restless, and needed to do something, even shed blood, Just the thought of shedding blood excited her. She was to her old self again, but even worse. She hated to be weak, and what has happened to her, caused her to lose her strength. She refused to be the kind hearted sai, she pushed open the doors aof the Fortress as she made her way to the Dojo*

~Appearing in his room, Truinthil looked around. It was still barren. He hadnt been in for a while again. Things were getting busy around the world. He was having a bit of fun from time to time though, but that hardly mattered now. What mattered was getting his fortress back into shape and perhaps get some more plots in motion. Plotting. It had a strange amount of fun to it. Even though he could very easily just wipe the entire region off the face of the planet, he for some reason enjoyed plotting. Even if the plotting was doomed to fail. It was fun and taught him what not to do. As long as he survived, he would eventually become a master planner and never be stopped. Until that point though, he was content with what he had.
Moving from his room, Truinthil grimaced down each side of the hallway. This place had sat too long without him. It had sat longer before he had been brought back to the real world, but the small time that he had been gone this time around, was too long. The place looked like it had seen a hundred years worth of dust. Perhaps it had. That didnt matter either though. With a gentle flick of his wrist, the magic that had previously made rooms hard to find and seem to jump from place to place, was reinstigated. The place intsantly seemed to have a living quality to it. A heartbeat almost. It would be unnerving to those not used to such magics as this. Grinning, Truinthil began to wander almost aimlessly through his fortress. It had been long indeed.~

Right here Sairys. Right here.

~Truinthil had somehow gotten behind her and was holding a door open.~

I'll adjust the magic so that you can find your room and a few others with ease. You just have to think on them to find them.

~He then seems to look inward on himself and spoke in a pondering voice.~

I wonder if Im strong enough to....Hmm...I'll have to try that sometime. Yeah.

~Truinthil blinked and looked at her.~

Oh! I managed to snag this before Athaele saw it after you stormed out the other night.

~Reaching into his belt pouch he dug out her diary.~

I couldnt help but read the last entry, but the rest has been sheltered from mine or any other's eyes.

Heh. Not a kid. Just one that likes to choniclize their life in a book. Nothing wrong with that. I did at one point. Very long ago, but I did do it. But something is different about you since the last we spoke. Something interesting happen since then?

You are failing to hide from me your emotions. You want things to be different. How different, I cant quite tell. Im not all knowing of course. But you want things to be different. And there is something that happened that is worth talking about and it isnt your mastery of antimatter, though that is a fascinating subject. Please, tell me of what has happened with you in the last few weeks.

~Laughing a bit he shrugged.~

I see what it is that keeps you from telling me these things. I think. Perhaps you still think that I am like how I was before. Manipulating anyone and everyone I could. Do not forget that I grew some interesting emotions and now since I have been killed and brought back, they have only taken a stronger hold. I am not so much a heartless brute as I once was. You are one of only a precious few that I would not manipulate unless the situation was dire. It might even be possible that I may never try to manipulate you again. I cannot tell as of yet. These bloody emotions make thinking difficult at times. Then again my assumption could be utterly wrong and you have different reasons as to why you will not speak to me of what you have gone through lately.