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Valarie doubled over from the force of Leon's kick. She gasped, winded for a moment, before straightening.

"I would think you would have somewhere else to go, seeing as the light of day has broken across the sky." She muttered, daring a smell step foreword, the lid still in front of her.

She could hear stirring around her as the good people of WilBe began to awaken, ready for a celebration.

Malice

As they slowly decended the stairs and walked the clean and decorated halls of the villa, Malice answered Alessandra's questions. How much of what he said was truth was indeterminable. His voice was calm and even without hesitating like one might when fabricating a story.

"The light of the village and of much of the homes in the Was village is of a mystical source. Fairy magic used to draw out and manipulate the power of life and nature may be a possible theory. It has been centuries since the power sources were put in place though and few remember the one to do it. The one who created the light also created the village and everything else you have seen up to this point."

Passing few servants or anything of note, Malice and Alessandra found themselves in the banquet hall. Rather than the mysterious greenish glow for illumination, there were a number of small flames dancing on white candles in candelabras placed upon a long, linen covered table. Pulling out a high-backed chair at the end of the table, the fairy allowed his escort to sit before pushing her chair in for her. The master of the home then seated himself at the head of the table. Upon seeing their master seat himself, the servants scurried about bringing drinks and the first course of food, which appeared to be a salad made of exotic fruits and vegetables that must have grown underground.

Not forgetting what Alessandra asked last, Malice asked in return,"What do you think you are, my lady?" Her ignorance of herself left a slightly puzzled expression on his face, but he didn't look her in the eye. He also wondered how she knew his name without him giving it to her.

To everyone: All Was fighters (Npc and Pc) have left the village already. No more fighting unless Is members decide to give chase and are fighting in the forest. Save some of that action for the next evening conflict (or daytime?! twisted )

"So my sisters in Willbe somewhere?" Erizel asked taking hold of the informant.

"Yes, shes here somewhere..." the informant reply'd before turning away. "I.. sore here the other day, she didn't know what the grey suits where... she was confused, theres something wrong with her Erizel" "What! is Wrong?" Erizel demanded cutting of the informant as she tried to escape... slowly. "Oh... nothing really...." she answered in a dull tone, the same dull tone most Ancient grey suits have... "Then why mention it at all?" Erizel hit a brick wall beside them, the wall cracked from the force and dust drifted down and layered atop their heads, the informant brushed off the dust. "Shes unstable, believe me, I am trying to be discreet... but I am simply incapable of that." she said sharply before swiftly making her leave.

"Damnit!" Erizel hit the wall again, this time makeing a hole into the building, the shocked resident started at Erizel, there eyes seeming to almost pop out of there head in shock, Erizel stared back briefly before leaving. "To Willbe then..."

"Thanks.." He muttered and took the wraps an alchohol Rose handed it to him. After that he remained staring at the two things, a distant look of thought upon his eyes. He was still feeling a little out of place, despite the fact that it was him who requested the the stuff. With a shake of his head he dismissed his thoughts and headed back to the restroom.

Again he closed the restroom door and slipped out of his shirt.

The blood was already dry, the wound closed, but aching. The platelets sure did a good work on it. He would just have to be careful in not reopening them. He turned to his uniform on the counter. With a soft sigh he tore a good part off of it so he could use it as a rag. Whenever he left WillBe he would have to see if he could have this recreated. If not, well, there went his earlier days in Grailsbane.

Before he had even realized he had finishing wrapping his own wounds up, the burning sensation of the alchohol on his stomach a little vexing. But it didn't bother him too much. It burned at his nostrils, but that was minor. The wrap went around his left soulder first, then around his stomach with a final tie behind his back to keep it secured. Whenever he was done he slipped on his sleeveless shirt again and folded what was left of his uniform. Maybe he would go look for his ocarina now, since it was day time.

He sheathed his weapon behind him again, beside the papers of WillBe. He was suprised that that managed to remain there, but that was a good thing. He wasn't sure if the Registar would allow him to form some others because of the incident last night. He folded his uniform in half, dumped it over his shoulder, and proceeded back towards the room. Rose wasn't there, and he couldn't see Zero. But Black Rose was finally awake. She looked lost, though. "Careful. With your wounds they'll just reopen if you put too much strain on them." He advised, then walked around the house to look for Rose.

She was sitting on a counter, and he wasn't sure why he found that funny. He didn't smile on it, nor comment. She looks like a little girl like that for some reason.. "Here you go. Thanks." He handed Rose the alchohol and what was left of the wrap. At least he hadn't used all of it. There was still plenty left. "Where's the kid?" He asked, looking around, still unable to find him.