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((ooc: damnit rinel you always do that... I've never gotten use to the way you elaborate, and you always outgun me... You really are intellectually intimidating. xd ))

Kenshin turned and began strolling back to the manor. Yanked suddenly out of his deep thought, Kenshin swiveled around to hear a loud splash, just along the coast, he could sense an old and familiar presence, but for a second he saw nothing. Furrowing his brow he watched as he saw a figure waist deep emerge from the frigid waters, wading back to the shore. "What in Hell's wrath could be foolish enough to go swimming at this time of...", but before he could finish his sentence aloud, he realized who it was, and immediately was upon her, lifting Calli out of the water and resting her back ashore. Once she was standing on her own two feet again, Kenshin released her, staring at her with his beatiful face, a lost gaze sporting a compelling look of curiousity in his sunken black eyes. A crooked grin spread across his face as he smirked teasingly,"My word, dear Calli, whatever are you doing out so late?"

Kenshin noticed that he was faintly leaning toward her, and in a split second, he'd made a cautious and curtious step back, looking away from Calli's gaze and keeping a stone gaze out seaward. Kenshin mustered a half-hearted chuckle. "Heh, just like the old Calli to be clumsy", he said under a hushed tone, just audible enough for her to hear. In a much more normal voice he replied,"Well..... I don't know." He sighed deeply, his far-out gaze turning to penetrate Callie once more. "I guess I came to try and think clearly.... and make sense of this confusion in my life... Sometimes, things can be so stressfull y'know..." Kenshin slipped his hands into his pockets, letting another breeze sweep his hair across his face. He went back to staring off into the distance, trying to mask his apparent suffering.

Kenshin listened to her wholeheartedly, sharing the even more bitter pain that she felt. He nodded slightly, blinking in agreement to Calli's question. To him, it wasn't as much of a concern for his public figure as the affect that it could have on her. Luckily, the word of Kenshin's affair had skipped many ears, and hadn't spread like rumors normally did about the Haven. Like it had been for the many, many centuries, that was only another one of his plethora of secrets to be enshrouded in his dark, forsaken past. But it caused them to normally evade each other's presence, for fear for being spied on again. The last time they'd been caught, it was by his mistress' bodyguard, the worst person to report something of that kind of news. The verdict of the issue, as Kenshin clearly remembered in vivid detail, was that although Calli had upset Arwen, she was allowed to stay on condition that she kept her distance from the Him and her-- for Calli's own safety. Arwen had all the reason to resent her, but Calli was a good friend to Kenshin, and she'd nowhere else to go. Banishing Calli in a place this huge was beyond necessary. Kenshin guffawed at Calli's last comment, swaying unevenly. "Well.... I wouldn't say that...", he muttered, stupidly hoping that last bit would slip past Calli's armed ears. Kenshin had thought about it time and again: he had the power to go back into the past a certain length, with the help of one of his swords, but why hadn't he done it? Mixed feelings didn't confirm that he regretted what they'd done together, but what they had obviously was wrong. But could it be helped at this point? No. Hope that the feelings they had for each other would vanish was now a paradox. Kenshin sighed deeply, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Kenshin sigh one last time, looking back at Calli longingly... "It was...", he said, donning a sickly mischievous glare. Over the years before the incident, and in between time, they'd gotten attached to playing certain games. Games that masked their true intent of feelings. As a mass of clouds off in the distance rumbled with predicament, Kenshin gazed up at the brightly lit full moon. Tonight, Kenshin felt an itch of excitement as he let Calli walk away. "...Calli....", he called her name out, waiting for her to turn to the sound of his voice. But before Calli could leave the beach entirely, Kenshin was in front of her, sword drawn. He swung his sword at her with a thrust of his fist, beckoning for her reaction, a sly grin blessing his beautiful stone face. The game was on.

Kenshin snickered at such a lenient attack, pivoting into the air and twirling at a safe enough speed to deflect each stone spike with graceful precision. At the same time, this move allowed him to give room bewteen them to plan their next attacks. But he didnt dare stop yet! he continued a repetitive line of backflips until they were a little less than one-hundred yards apart, sheating his blade for the time being: he had devised a better plan to see if he could throw her off this time.
Grinning with a feverishly crooked smile he dropped into a low stance, feet well planted to the ground. But then he twisted his kees and curled his arms, tucking one under the other and using the left as if it were a puppet-- no-- a snake head. After this display, he coiled his arm back and struck the air, a wave of black matter forming at his will in the form of pellets-- that headed straight for Calli at a healthy pace, homing in on her. Kenshin swung out a leg and scooped a low kick into the air near the ground, sending out another wave of the strange dark matter missiles at her. These movements wavered the sand, kicking it up in its shear speed and force. Kenshin waits only a second before following after them, swirving in a zig-zag as he comes after her to follow up with a closer attack.

Kenshin watched carefully, coordinating her movements as she took out each dark-matter pellet. He flashed his sardonically dirty grin, impressed at how she managed to eliminate the second round of his attack. But his offensive move was far from over. Kenshin flash-stepped a few times, to see if Calli could keep up his this new pace, his form appearing and disappearing again like a ghost to the naked eye.
Where he stood once before though, sand flitted up large clouds, spraying left and right making for an impressive sight to any bystanders from a distance, if anyone was to be watching. In a matter of seconds, he was upon her, sliding in at a breakneck speed, like a ball-player aiming for base. Sand billowed up from where his heel dug into the beach, his hand outstretched as if he were attempting a grappling move on her ankle. "Striking python!", he yelled as he executed his close-quarter move. His eyes remain locked onto Calli's as he slid toward her, but flashed delightfully, right before he faded, yet again. A fake-out maneuver? But his form appeared again in the sand-- no to her left, and her right, and just above her! Which one was the real one and which were the illusions? Calli would have to make her choice very carefully.

((if you can roll a higher number than me, you win this move! Roll two 6-sided dice to chance twisted ))

Kenshin hissed at the first miss, miscalculating her ease at dodging, but smiled when he had found that she had played right into his next trap. In slow motion, it all became apparent that Callie had chosen the wrong side to guard: the image above her, which she had suspected, dissipated into the air, as did the figure below her, leaving only her left and right. But as she held her defense up to her left, her gambling intuition became her loss.
As the image of Kenshin neared her-- so close that it could have breathed in her face-- then faded slowly, something like a yank could be felt before the force of gravity both defied and destroyed her stance. In one quick second, Kenshin grabs her by the arm and leg, pulling Calli to her left, the direction she'd pushed on. This triggered a gravitational reaction that swooped her into the air; Kenshin, grinning wildly now, swivels on his heels, throwing Calli over his body and into the sand, making it seem like he also lost his footing. He lands effortlessly atop her sprawled body, his face only inches from hers in a mocking gesture. He takes this moment to gaze deep into her eyes and take in her sweet scent, before clutching the sides of her kimono and rolling onto his back, throwing her into the air.