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((For a heads up, I may not have the time or capabilities to get on until Saturday or Sunday of next week.))

((Ah, good. I was worried about that. Real-life crap had me irritated and kind of angered. Glad I could help, then! smile And you actually used my example sentence! I feel honored now! xd Oh, and remember, Saiirin does not simply "roar" when she speaks, but instead her language is coming out in a "series of growls and snarls." (No edits needed if you do not want, just a reminder that it is not a single sound she uses, but instead many with varying tones and volumes.) biggrin This may be my final post for the week. Ha.))

Saiirin's gaze shifted to the children as they noticed her, her lips pulling back in disgust as they inquired about her.

"Are they so daft as to not recognize a dragon when one stands before them?" Saiirin hissed in her native language as Plushy answered the children's questions.

A low growl emanated from deep within Saiirin's chest as Plushy's silent words infiltrated her mind, the silver dragon allowing the words to flow to Karinda's mind as well. Saiirin remained in the pathway to Plushy's mind, hoping he would receive Karinda's message for himself.

On the rooftop, Karinda's eyebrows furrowed angrily as Plushy's words echoed around her skull.

Karinda looked away from Noci. If his mind stands closed to my speech, she began darkly, then tell him this well, Saiirin. Though I know not why she failed to be truthful, so too hath I told her a lie in the revelation of a false name. Human or not, until true danger presents itself through this girl--regardless of the race that hath seen fit to claim her--I shall do no such thing. Karinda put extra emphasis on her last few words before looking back to Noci.

Jarod's happy expression became thoughtful, and suddenly, much to his mother's amusement, he was taking the offer very seriously. "Mmm... well, I don't know if I could do this forever..." Looking around the library, he held his hand up to his face and tapped his chin with one finger, as if in thought, then looked up at Vanessa again. "You see, now that we're with..." he remembered how careful Rodger and his mother had been before, and lowered his voice, leaning in towards Vanessa some. "Now that we're with the Defenders, I want to as big of a help as I can be." He stretched his arms out to illustrate. "The Destroyers can't win! They would hurt everybody. So I'll do anything I can. But anyway." His arms went down to his sides and he held his hands together behind his back again. "I love libraries... and I love books... and I like to watch people. So I can try my best," he finished, the large smile back on his face.

"If it isn't any trouble, we would very much appreciate a room," Loki answered. She looked down at Jarod, who returned her gaze, and she placed her hands on his shoulders. "Jarod and I would repay you in whatever way we can."

Jarod waited for his mother to look at him again and give him a nod of approval as a sign that he could continue for her. He walked up to Vanessa and motioned for her to lean down to his level. "I'm still a boy," he said quietly, holding out three fingers on his hand. "I'm only three years old, but I grow faster than human boys, so I look older than three. And I read a lot. I'm not the grown-up you saw before. But I don't really look like this either. Right now I look my age, but that's about it." He looked back to Loki to make sure it was still okay, then continued, getting quieter and quieter.

"My mom's a shape-shifter, so I can kind of do what she can do." Jarod took a step back, looked at Vanessa, and another smile broke across his face. He leaned in, practically bouncing with excitement, so much he had not yet realized he had gone completely off topic and beyond her question. "I can control fire!" he whispered to Vanessa's ear, then he stepped back to look at her, almost as if he expected to see that some of his excitement had rubbed off on her. "I'm not super fantastic with it, because there was never anyone who could teach me, but now... maybe now I can find someone, and maybe I can use it to help!" He couldn't contain himself anymore, so he bounced in a circle around his mother, hugged her legs, then looked at Vanessa again.

Loki laughed quietly, nearly falling over because of Jarod. "I think you just went and explained a bit more than your age there." Loki could understand Jarod's excitement. She had watched him grow up without ever being able to openly talk to other children, or anyone really, about himself. Now he would be able to do that and more.

"Oh... woops..." Jarod said, with the same apologetic tone his mother had used with Vanessa before. He looked up at Vanessa from his mother's side, and earnestly added, "I'm sorry. I think I just got too happy."

((me has no problem waiting....just so long the captain don't delete the RP...))

((yep, is very busy with work stuff this week....wont have much time for gaia posting.....))

((not sure i have anything i can post....could saiirin tell plushy karinda's answer...that would give me something to work with....))

(This is not finished but screw it, i'll post the rest later)

Robin VS Mohindar Heilick

“Urgh, This guy, what is she thinking sending me to get HIM” Willow commented dryly as they stood before a large oak cabin, despite the town it was in it looked somewhat scenic, whilst the other houses down the street were small rundown houses with little to no decoration, most had trouble keeping themselves upright. This house was made of thick wood, too worn to make out the specific type of wood. There was a light bulb hanging in an iron cage gone brown with rust, the light bulb was either switched off or not working, Willow was betting on the latter considering who their client was. A handful of flowerpots with few remaining flowers were strewn around the outside as if they had been placed by a three year old with an impossibly bad throwing arm.
The two of them approached the door, taking care not to step on the flowers, no point in ruining the only bright thing in this neighbourhood,. The door seemed a little out of place compared to the rest of the house, it was still made of wood, but this wood was still fresh, as if it had only recently been put up, how it actually 'stayed' up was a mystery.
“It seems you were right, he's still on the run from you, why was that again?” Robin asked as he inspected the door, running his slender fingers across it and coming off with a thin layer of dust.
Willow gave him a glare in response before shoving him out of the way and raising her foot. The dusty oak door floor into the room landing a few feet inside the house, the old rotted hinges powerless against the lady’s' heels.

The inside of the house was nothing particularly special, two rooms along the back lead to what seemed to be a kitchen and a bedroom but very little of the actual rooms were visible, the room they were standing in currently was a homely looking living room, somewhat bigger then would have been expected from looking at the front of the house, stretching back a good few meters and filled with numerous cushioned and wooden chairs, a degrading brick fireplace sat cold and dead in on the left wall, in front of it was a small tattered rug. However they were not there for a tour of the local estate market, no, the reason for their visit was the man who had just launched himself from the possible kitchen, a knife aimed at Willows' throat.
Side stepping the knife with little effort she brought her palm up into his chin, sending him sprawling onto the floor, dazed for just a moment as he got back to his feet, this time going for a slash at her chest, she caught his wrist this time, twisting it sharply and making him drop the knife before literally throwing him across the room. “Good evening to you too Monsieur Heilick” she rubbed at the palm of her hand where a small red mark had begun to form, it seemed she had hit him a little harder than intended. “You do remember the current favour you owe me, do you not?”
“Stay the HELL away from me, I ain't endin up as some dirt beggin' zombie, YA HEAR M-” his rant came to an abrupt end as one of the unfurnished chairs sent him sprawling bad through the possibly kitchen door, the sound of crashing metal followed soon after.
“Now look, you made me ruin a perfectly disgusting chair” Willow stepped carefully into the room as she spoke, her hand readily clenching her next chair of choice “now may we please have an adult conversation about this” the man had managed to get back into the room, a small bump on his forehead where he must have landed, another knife in hand he lunged once again, once more Willow countered it, this time with a spinning kick to the chest, winding him. “Fine then, we shall do things your way Mohindar” without warning a shadow rose from the ground beside the desperately struggling man, shooting down towards his head, faster and faster, poised to kill.
“Our orders were for a LIVE puppeteer” Robin half yawned, leaning against the door with a large blue fan in his hand, the fan looked simple at first glance but a closer inspection would reveal it to be made of a very flexible metal, an elegant dragon design covering its face. The shadow spike had stopped mere millimetres from the man’s face before retracting almost instantly back into the ground. “Perhaps I should handle this one, yes?”