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"Though between his jealousy and creed and your pugnacious approach I commend your ability to survive," Mastema chuckled, "I wonder how such a marriage carries on this long." Just to add to the comment, Mastema looked from them toward KB, being a doe-boy again around Nana and Kai. It was easy to see from where he was since Mastema stood more than half a foot taller than Tegral.

"But in all serious context, however bolsterous my citadel's weaponry may become, I have no intention of pursuing another skirmish with you, much less a war. You can have the skies if it so pleases you. There are other powers which are much more meddlesome in this land." Mastema glanced to the Twice Royal twins. "Though that's not to say I will offer letters of condolences, free of charge, to anyone who should attempt to intrude."

The pristine heavens above rippled as a single point intruded upon harmony to produce a rippling cascade as time and space took one step to the left. Through the concentric rings of distortion came the ephemeral image of a great sphere hanging precariously in the sky. The moment the vision had passed the distortions ceased rather abruptly with the only sign of its appearance a single object skirting along the winds. Instead of the usual method of falling from the skies as would be fitting of his long fall from the graces of love and lordship, the figure within saw fit to procure a transport on the way down. The ship was hardly sleek or flashy by any means, rather blocky and obviously intended for moving relatively slowly. If anything, it seemed to be a long lost relic better fit as a prop in a classic space faring television show than anything else.

As the craft moved to land it obviously was not well maintained, or had alternately been stolen in the midsts of impending destruction. Either way, it made an appauling sound, though it would probably not drift so far as to intrude upon the festivities. Expecting the hatch at the rear to open the passenger moved to exit, nearly thrown to the ground with a rough landing. A portly scotsman just gave him a shrug when he glared at the pilot, a glare repeated as the door appeared to be jammed. Again the man just shrugged, "I'm givin' it all she's got captn." The glare turned to an exasperated sigh as he slipped a rather nasty looking mace from his belt. A backhanded swing against the door left it embedded in the metal, but a moment thereafter it jerked biolently and the door fell open.

With a dismissive gesture he waved the ship off, its hull waivering in a similar distortion to as what had occured high in the skies. A moment later it was gone, leaving the ashen haired man alone under the pristine skies once more. He took a moment to straighten himself out, ensuring that his casual tuxedo at least looked to be no worse for wear. Since the last time he had worn it he has sewn up the rips in the shoulders and polished the black shoes that had come with it. He wasn't much of a fan of social events, and seeing as this relic was all he had in his closet besides more of the same black and green, it would have to do. For the evening he had replaced his emerald visor with a contemporary pair of glasses, no tint to the lenses. Each lens had no frame with the lens itself rectangular and the temples and nose bridge each held on by a single screw in the appropirate location hidden rather well. Though he had attempted to fix up his hair a bit he was at a loss, the majority of it still a mess though he had managed to make it at least sleek back into a slick mess.

Looking up towards the entranceway he gave a sigh, realizing that he was late for yet another party, though this one an actually party for once. Fishing around his jacket for a pocket he grumbled to himself, "You'd think a Time Lord would be on time occassionally. I mean jesus, I'm only the Temporal Overseer... AHAH!" He slipped an invitation out from one of the holsters hanging inside his jacket, as if it had been placed there so he simply could not forget it. He was all smiles as he moved into the entryway, noticing another having just handed over his own invitation, "Hell, looks like I'm not all that late, though I might just kick myself if I was the last to arrive."

Spying Ka'rinth, Bertuccio would receive the invitation before speaking. "Welcome. Yes the invitation, thank you. Mmn. If you have any weapons on your persons, please leave them with my colleague Baptistain, as they are not permitted on the grounds. If they are part of your body, please deactivate them. This party is an introduction of his Excellency, The Count, to those in the region. Please consider this neutral ground, where fighting may not be prohibited. Various groups of people have arrived already. There is food, drink, and music. Please enjoy yourself." Turning to the interior Bertuccio would announce Ka'rinth's arrival. "Introducing-- Ka'rinth of The Farm" Once Ka'rinth was inside Bertuccio would turn his attention to this 'Temporal Overseer'. "Welcome. May I have your names and where you are from, for the announcing?"

Ka'rinth laughed softly with delight at the words before his eyes flared briefly while he spoke, Deactivate, interesting concept. I'm afraid I don't often carry weapons that would be activated or deactivated, the concept is abhorrent. However, I'm afraid I can be considered a weapon by my nature but I'll just enter and keep your words in mind. As he turned Ka'rinth laughed deeply, his soft baritone carrying strongly with the acoustics of the walls. Indeed, this is a place where fighting may not be prohibited, words to live by. His words carried a subtle overtone that suggested he was giving the words a literal twist and only hearing what he wished. It also implied that he saw the statement as a general guideline and that the use of the word may as well as the implied double negative of not and prohibit was just to his liking. The soul stealer often used strict verbiage and linguistic loop holes to gain power over others and increase his standing. It had been some time since his last visit to the area, back then he had settled for corrupting the soul of the reincarnated nine lives. Now though he had returned to test his mind and his new form which was in many ways his true form. He was resilient enough to defy death but playing games with the powers of this place might successfully push him past his limits and show him the planes which had borne his kind into existence. For now though he made his way slowly inside, not lowering the hood of his cloak so that shadows covered his face and the cloak itself hid his body. Only glowing red eyes marked the shape shifter as he moved into the party and stood calmly near the center of the room in an area which drew attention but was not previously occupied.

Tegral needed to update his analyses of the citadel; the barrier that he was accrediting so much of Mastema's longevity to had been gone for nearly half a year. The General could give himself credit for having battered the old barrier so severely that it degraded long before its time, but the newer barrier was a much more offensively oriented one. The greatest addition to the citadel defenses was the Vanguard, however. Luckily, there was never a serious incident where the Vanguard had to be sortied.

Mastema raised his eyebrow at the question of Omega. With the Vanguard around, the unit was as much obselete as the entire Zenogais series. "The Omega Zenogais model? As much as its designed to be highly offensive, it was more a pet project than anything. It is designed to be the final installment of the Zenogais line, but its use is limited. Even if it has matter/anti-matter based weaponry, the main long range weapon is only a last resort, as its use defies the entire logic behind the use of Omega being a close range sort. Though it is still one of my own generals, I cannot say I place a heavy deal of trust in its abilities under an army such as yours. I would also hesitate to call it a purely artificial life form, as the being is as much magic and organic as it is technology. Its primary combat usefulness lies with its instincts, something completely automated armies rarely have access to. To be sure," Mastema turned back to Tegral, noticing Kaiori's odd group, "it is a wild card."

Twi smirked to himself, seeing so many people in one place again. Of course Mastema was noticed, but since the person he was dealing with now was one Twi found particularly unpleasant, he staved off from having any formalities with the citadel commander. He also spotted the twins, and knew he'd eventually deal with them. However, he'd have to wait until Gan appeared before he could secure his primary reason for being here. Turning to see Than on the other side of the room, Twi contemplated taking care of his secondary objective.

gazing out the window, sai turned her head slightly as her attention was distracted to tegral who was addressing her. her bright blue eyes scanned over his manly figure and only smirked. She stood straight a bit as she still laid hunched over the window sill, giving her body a smooth curve. no your not Admiral...what can i help you with? she address calmy and casualy, she was enjoying her self and didnt want to engage in any problems.

((excuse my poor speeling and typos i'm fairly wasted as in drunk typing this so bare with me untill the morning that i can edit it.))

Smiling, something that looked more right on his face than the snarl he typically wore, Tegral placed one of two glasses down atop the sill of the window. "I've noticed you aboard the Cradle, and again here. Can you blame a man for wanting to meet a beautiful woman?" Outright flattery was never Tegral's thing, that was always Hidjie, but just as the smile it just seemed right coming from his lips. Aboard the Cradle and again here Tegral had had things he was meant to take care of. The position of Admiral aboard the star station hanging over head, keeping track and maintaining the inner workings of the station while he conducted his own experiments and controlled his own fleet and army. Not an easy task for a single being, even with advanced computers to assist him.

Passive sensors twinged when Ka'rinth showed some abnormal ability to distort his detection systems. Reminded him of that bloody Gremlin thing Focht had used once before. Cranking the ionic signature up to combat level Tegral, in effect, bombarded the negatively charged electrons with positively charged protons of Ka'rinth's distortion field to provide a glimpse of his person. Then, when it fluctuated in the next instance, the process would occur all over again. An annoyance with blips and flickerings, like Ka'rinth stood as a strobe light blinking on and off. A though occurred as to how to turn off the field he was generating, a most interesting thought, he'd have to pursue it much later on.

In the mean while Rookin, who had been approaching the Night Twins moments ago felt the same as his Admiral and turned to investigate. Standing off by herself Kah raised her head as well, glaring daggers at the soul controller. If machines could be said to feel they would definitely be annoyed right now.

Her eyes followed the motion of his hands placing one of the glasses on the window sill. She leaned up and stood beside Tegral, as she took the glass and wrapped her hand gently along the bottom. With a slight smirk, she glanced at Tegral, her eyes gleaming with the reflection of the lights in the room. She brushed her hair back, slightly out of her face. Thank You I'm quite Flattered..And thank you for the Drink, finally something other than punch... she gently placed her rosey lips along the rim of the glass and took a nice sip from it. She closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of the bubbles trailing down her throat. after amoment she would open her eyes once again and glanced back at Tegral. she hasn't seen the Admiral much, only a few times, but always heard the workers alomg the cradle bussing about him. Though she has kept her profile silent among the ship, as Focht and herself, retreated and wanted to spend time among themselves, it was very rarely anthing who happen, to alart the admirl of her pressence. So tell me Admiral, it is quite rare to find you out and enjoying yourself, other than working aboard the cradle. what made you Come out and join the party?