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She noded to him but sat down with a pout as he left. She knew by the time he was done she would be waist high in work herself. She looked to Mirza and Artrious and sighed abit leaning her head on the bed post. "It would have been fun... maybe he is right and we get to go today.." She douted it though.

Asami sat on the beach, her leg crossed over the other and laid out infront of her. She watched the orange colored sun as it barely touched the horizon.

Asami pulled the cloak down to her shoulders and turned to Ayato. She was surprised he had come out to sit next to her. Asami turned back to look at the sun and said, "How can I get sick? I'm not even living anymore..."

Asami watched him and then sighed. She flopped onto the sand, getting it on Ayato's cloak. "You don't know what you are talking about," she softly said. her head turned to the side and said, "Ayato, thank you for sticking around, even after I told you the truth."

Having been sinking in the little girl's trap, it seemed as though Jack was done for. Until she would soon come to find out that the form inside the trap was a dummy of sorts, and it would deteriorate before long. He was not about to have everyone see his strength, and so she could barely see him flickering from spot to spot, until he reappears upon one of the castle's many roof's.

The full moon was out, and that devious grin was present as he made quite a figure, his long-backed tunic swaying wildly in the wind along with his long dark hair that just could never be tamed. His knuckles rest upon his hips, and that wide-eyed gaze is upon her as she comes in giggling. If she was able to control the ground beneath him, why was he standing on it? Who knows. Either way, he would place his hand forward as he moves forward as well, those crooked fingers apparent as dark blue flame glows within his palm. "You know.." His voice travels through the howling wind as though he were standing beside her. "You do not need to remain in that childish form. Unless of course.. you are still too weak to change."

He would just watch, and wait, his commanding form simply grinning as his hands move forward, as though waiting for they sky to fall into his arms and awaiting hands. "It is sad, I enjoy minions. You would not be powerful enough to defeat me if you had waited.. You cannot do so now. You mock and play, and you find this a game. I do too, do not let my appearance fool you, I am rather excited." His left eye glows brightly with the moonlight, that pupil seeming to have shrunk slightly, almost into a thin slit, and nearly reptilian. "And now I wait." That eye wide. "Come, give me pain, I need entertainment." His voice rather high, it heightens further, gaining what appears to be some kind of lust. "Come! Attack me! More! Your tricks are not enough, show me something Real!!" That grin forming as he seems to encompass her vision, some kind of hallucination perhaps, but the world she/he saw was shaking as though there were too much gravity befalling it.

He leans forward into her strike, only to swivel his form around as though it were made of rubber, that arm of hers that she was using as a weapon would rip through the black tunic he wore, right at the edge. His right arm would rise at the elbow, and jab diagonally downwards and to the right. His open hand jabs her in the jaw at some kind of ridiculous speed that simply cannot be seen by the naked eye. If there were more power behind it, it would have been slower. The strike, if hit, would send that small form tumbling down the roof, all the way to the edge and further. The darkness that he seems to have formed into was a straight pillar with that single long arm hanging at his side, those fingers remaining crooked, the palm of his hand facing upwards. That dark flame licks at his finger-tips, slowly rising further inch by inch. There was nothing to be said here as he waits.