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Reigne finally stood up from sitting. "So, you exist here?" he looked at Matthew, and smiled at the beast. "How do you allow yourself to be used by humans? You sure are a great one!" He slung his arm over Rikka's shoulder. "Oh, and you two. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to fight around girls; they get all mushy and fall to pieces."

Reigne sighed. "Call off your dragon, Drast was it? It might just end up dead."

Shiia climbed up to the roof and was bewildered to see Reizo there. " Ironic.... " She thought and a smile took over her face. At least she knew someone there. The other three, two boys and a girl, were unfamiliar to her. Reizo seemed to be chummy with them though, so Shiia shrugged and walked over to the small quartet.

From a distence, it seemed as though there was a something quite large stationed behind the unknown boy and a closer look showed that it was a dragon. Shiia stared in awe at the many scales that decorated the dragon's hide. Each seperate scale refracted the sunlight over the rooftop, giving it the appearence of a skating rink. The small speckles of light danced over the floor, intertwining with one another and then disappearing when the dragon scratched itself.

She finally reached Reizo and stood beside him. She smiled softly and looked towards the other two three. " Well. Hello.... " She said softly.

A storm brewed in the distance. It was a big one for sure. It could only be seen as a puff of dark clouds on the horizon and already the wind was starting to pick up. Khane had since done his part to hide himself, and was now simply getting to the saftey of the campus. He reached the dorms with little problem and sprinted full clip up the side, loosing speed with just enough distance left to jump up and cling to the ledge.

He would hang there for a period of time, before pulling himself up over the lip and onto the rooftop it's self. He stood, shnorfed, and took in his surroundings, two people, might as well go check it out. He walked across the rooftop towards them.

((Shnorf: (verb) (shh-nor-ph): The action of expelling air quickly and with force through one's nose to expel debris from it, without sneezing))

"Ah." Reizo began, turning for a moment and glancing at the others who were behind him at that point. "Nothing really. Just a friendly conversation." He told her with that charming smile still on his face. "I'd gladly talk to you though." He told her in attempt to be as charming as possible. Considering that Shiia was as shy as he was he would have to break the shell in such a way that wouldn't offend her. So, being charming was the best and easiest way to do say.

However, even though he was talking to Shiia and worrying about what to do with her his thoughts were still concerned with another issue at hand. He could see a strange person approaching the two, and he could tell that was far from a good thing. The man looked menacing; like someone who yearned for death and blood. Sure Reizo was the same, but now wasn't the time for such things.

Shiia turned around to face the new arrival. He was sitting on the ground with a strange stench to him. He drank from a flask, from whence the smell had arose from, and put the flask away. " What was in that? But even more important, who is he? ". It become appearent that there was something going on here and, most likely, Reizo knew everything. Something was being hidden from her, but what? The smile disappered from her face. " What's going on here, Reizo? " She repeated in a more urgant voice than before. It was time that she got some answers.

Khane smiled. He had everything going on just right. The people he had just met were on edge, and he had only asked how they were. He should have to keep this up. He pulled the flask back out, and opened it, offering the flask to his new best friends.



He smiled gently, his normal smile, pleasant on the outside, perfect white teeth, warm expression... and yet lying just behind the pleasant demeanor, a promise. An oath. A Vow. A Vow that he would inflict horrible, unmerciful, unimaginable violence. An oath of hatred, destruction, and ruthless brutality. A promise, of murder most foul.

Khane smiled a bit wider and shrugged, taking another hit of the liquid. He closed the cap and put the flask back, pushing his coat out of the way over his right hip, flashing his sword hilt and his working pistol discreetly in the process, as well as the small army's worth of ammunition he kept stocked. As he brought his hand back around he pulled out his gleaming white pistol, disassembling, cleaning, reloading, and then playing with it, all without even looking down, as if it was second nature.