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A figure cloaked in silkened blue walked slowly through the forest, it's feet were bare and elegant, an assortment of crystals dangles around it's ankle.

"Sui certainly out did himself with this." The figure murmmured, it's voice strong but rich as silk. "I wondered what he meant by taking this to the next level."

The figure continued to wander, then lifted it's hood. Short silver hair spilled out and peircing ice blue eyes met the sky. A smile tilted her lips and warmth was in her eyes.

"To be reborn feels very good indeed." She whispered and continued to walk, perhaps she would meet someone among the brush.

"Its going to be awhile..... I am lucky to still have it right now. Just its not fun to suddenly feel like your arm is on fire again."

Focht sighed, his mind going back to his nightmare. He had an idea on how to recover faster but it would come at a cost and it wasn't something to be done lightly. Slowly he got to his feet and dusted himself off with his right hand before holding palm outward in the direction of the fight he had with DDT. A small surge of power could be felt in his hand as he tapped his foot impatiently waiting on something.

Pain filled Wolf's body, he had been nearly paralyzed a mere mile from the dojo for days now. Something inside of him had been fighting for control ever since he had decided to prove his existence. The man and the beast fought even as he mumbled nonsensical phrases. The shadow that dances in the light kills in the dark flames of hell. The healer is only righteous so long as no one speaks of the reaper that rides his shoulder. The wind is fickle because it lost it's heart and life to the earth. The mind of the beast may never be controlled by the man without losing the beast. and finally in a voice that gained in strength what it lost in sanity. Only the strong should live and only a true servant of death may see the paths that lead to it. Pain overwhelmed his body once more until a single howl erupted from a rising figure with dark eyes possessing stripes of black, gold, and red. A light smile accompanied a deep chuckle as it began stretching and melding with the earth to sleep until night came once more.

Focht just smiled as a ghostly silver streak shot thru the woods towards him. Three feet from his hand, it flipped so the hilt would be what made contact with his hand first. As it hit his palm, it was no longer phantasmal and there were signs of something inscribed on the blade but it was moving too fast to make out. What looked like a liquid seemed to splash up, engulfing the blade, as it disappeared into his hand.

"Thats what I was doing..... Left that back where I was fighting D. Just didn't feel like walking there or using one of your portals. Besides, you are still hurt."

Turning the magnum in his hands several times he examined the craftsmenship. He didn't know anything about guns...it was used to shoot bullets, that's all he knew. Yet, if he tweeked the chamber a little bit it would lower the bullet's rotation when leaving the barrel and thus make it a little more accurate. How did he know that? Flicking the revolving chamber open Tegral slowly removed the spent caseings. What happened when he ran out of ammo? He didn't seem to have any more that he could just waist. Fine then, from now on he'll just conserve his ammo. Flicking his wrist shut the revolving chamber with a soft click.

Pushing himself to his feet, a fuzzy static disrupting his scanners, he started walking again. The haze slowly began to creep up on him, but Tegral pushed it back. What in the world was it? And why did it keep changing him like that? Not just his clothes...but it made him feel different and think different. Maybe if he found someone who knew...no, had to stay away from people. Why? Because, this was a land of warriors, and Tegral was in no position to go picking fights...or finding people to pick fights with him.

* Now to find the gate*

Deep in the woods he stands with his left arm extended in front of him,

* come on i dont have all day*

as he looks into the woods a dozen or so orbs foarm frp his hand, each with glowing runes

* now find me the gate *

each orb dashes away in a seperat direction searching for any strange monuments or raock formations within the forest

* this is going to take a while *

Tegral paused, and massaged the slight twitch out of his left eye. He held his magnum in a white knuckled grip. It wasn't because he was afraid of being attacked, but more of he didn't like the concept of being 'naked' of weapons. The damn haze kept trying to come back, but Tegral wouldn't let it take his gun. Last time the haze had come he had to use every ounce of will he had to keep it from takeing him away...but where would he go once he left? Who would come to replace him? Holding the weapon, as if it was his only salvation, Tegral continued foward. His boots crunched the underbrush as he walked, not even trying to avoid anything that might give his position away.

Focht looked down at Yotsuba.

"You were saying?"

She was about to say something but had stopped herself. Just out of curiosity he was wondering what that was. Whether she finished her statement or not was up to her. He had nothing to do and there was nothing threatening him right now, so until there were signs he was needed this was as good a place as any to spend his time.