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Dante’s back was still turned towards Mandy, so he did not see the look on her face or in her eyes. However he could hear the annoyance in her voice, but he paid it no mind. As far as he was concerned her demand was equally annoying if not moreso, not even counting the opinion of the being standing next to him. If she really wanted the island returned to it’s natural state, she would merely have to suck it up and make it worth Dante’s and Rake’s while to do so.

“As I’m certain you are aware, this entire island has surveillance. There are microphones hidden everywhere that pick up every little sound that is made from a sneeze to a discussion like this one. Not to mention the fact that they probably have GPS that tells them exactly where everyone is, what they are doing, and who is around them. Rake may say that it doesn’t care what they know and do not know, but I don’t think it will complain if there are fewer annoying interruptions, and I know I won’t miss being tailed wherever I go. All you have to do is destroy this security network of theirs. How doesn’t matter, as long as it is done. Unless you have anything to add?”

He looked over his shoulder in Rake’s direction. For all he knew, Rake would disagree with him. Or perhaps it had plans of it’s own regarding this circumstance. But he would give Rake an opportunity as this was essentially it’s own little show to run.

You dont.

*Now Rake spoke up, letting its eyes finally bother to look at the woman*

But you also dont know if you can beat us or not and if you get in my way while Im working, I WILL hurt you. A lot. I dont overly care what happens to this island after Im done and may be persuaded to personally take my taint away with me if you simply do as Dante asks and keep out of my way. Anything else... and I may start getting annoyed. I tend to cause large natural disaters when that happens and with all the dragons lines poised to cause a large paradox all around the island... well. I'll let your imagination deal with that one.

((Sorry for delay - lost my net on Sunday due to stupid inferior beings. THEY should be probed, sod the cattle))

*It had the answers, it was nearing the end of its quest and hopefully in time this sad excuse for an existance. It had managed to put steps in place for that too. Now all it needed to do was check one last time and find the elf....
It was for this reason it alighted once more on the mountain, its stature seeming even bigger than its 6ft plus height and almost double wing span. Its eyes glowed with relish as it surveyed the island below it, three areas distinctly discoloured thanks to its scry - which had suprisingly gone off without a hitch in the long run. It vaguely hoped the mosquitos had decided to just let it work and leave.. of course if they had, it'd earn itself some R&R levelling the place flat when it went.
It could clearly see the whirling dragon lines just off shore and spared a grim smile for those - should they explode after it was done here, itd be a nice farewell gift to its hosts. If it exploded before hand... it could see the 40+ faint points around the sialnd and shivered in anticipation of what such a power bath would do for its complexion.
With no sign of trouble and no location on the elf, whose aura and life signs were frustratingly hidden, Rake began a lesuirely glide around teh moutain, scouring its sides for the final link in the chain*

Kento comes into the arena, slightly startled by the echo of Coga, left days ago.
"Damn... that empty?" He said blankly and went back for the door.

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With a gait that spoke of eagerness, Quint stretched his arms, again admiring the ill-used Arena, happy to be doing his part in its revival. With his opponent out of view, he took the time to call his bats, but got no answer. It was okay that they had their own relaxation, however when duty called, they should be there to answer. Shaking his head, he reasoned that it would be a good thing that his helpers were gone. He had become a little too reliant on them, being too lazy to even walk down stairs sometimes!

Off went his longsleeved shirt, and down went his pants, a pair of airy black and silver shorts underneath. Quint thought it wouldn't be long now, so he began a routine of short jabs and hooks.

Having his back faced to Caliber, Quint sidled around, practicing his ' manuvering when he spotted what could be his partner. He dropped his stance and greeted his friend.

" 'Ey there. You here for some warm-ups too? "

Awkwardly enough, the high schools newest employee sat with crossed legs in the stands, Her long, onyx hair gracefully reached for the ground behind her, and her bright, clay colored blouse lay beside her, neatly placed on the metal bench. She herself wore a form fitting tank top, which advertised just how well fit, and shapely, her figure really was. She payed the fighters no attention, only watching them in her peripherals, awaiting something interesting to happen. In the meantime, She seemed preoccupied with her nails, holding a file in her left hand, she would work on perfecting her right hand, giving a pause to examine their shape before returning to another nail..