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Azyre winced at the notion of himself being a trampoline, and being bounced upon by a multitude of winged tyrants... He ended that unpleasant train of thought with a roll of his eyes and a smile. You had to respect childish enthusiasm. The cynicism and sarcasm of adulthood had yet to take hold and mar the boundless energy found in the innocent. A sudden wave of protectiveness overtook him and Azyre cast a furtive glance to the door. Self doubt darkened his expression, his long ears dropping down as his thoughts turned inward.

Audric ignored Azyre. The green haired man's thoughts were unknown to him, the only one who's thoughts flashed beacon clear at all times of the day to him were Dian's. Dian was the one he bound himself to, and was the one who's mind was more open to him than a tome, regardless of whether or not the orange haired man wanted it that way.
Apparently, Azerim could read Dark's mind as well, and seemed proud of the fact he was privy to the innermost thoughts and notions that belonged to the teenager. Audric would be more smug about it, but Dian was not one to take or give sass or attitude, for as kind as he could be, he was also a fierce disciplanarian. The only time he got away with wickedness was here, with Azyre, and Teak, who really cared less unless he was being destructive.

Leaping from Azyre's lap, Audric summoned a cloud of condensation to form under his feet, swathing him in tendrils of white mist as he gracefully floated to the floor, clothes and hair uplifted in a way reminiscent of being underwater. Using his abilities brought the young Oni such joy, his cold blue eyes closed as he decended, opening only when he landed silently on the floor. In rapture, Audric's face was innocent and pure, cherubim and delicate, almost like a doll's face. Smiling once again, the slightly more wicked aspect to his personality shone again.
"What did you have in mind? I'm game!"

A shocked look placed itself on Azerim's face as he watched Audric glide down to the floor. "you can fly?! That's sooo cool! Can you do anything else like-- " He was cut off, as a man he had never seen before stepped in, and placed what looked like another demon down onto the floor. Then the man left, and the little demon crawled inside a bag he had with him.

Azerim stood there puzzled for a bit -- and completely forgot about his game with Audric. someone new he thought!


He crouched down like a hunter and swiftly ran around the bag that housed this new comer. "Hmm.... who goes there!?" Azerim jumped forward and poked the bag -- and quickly jumped back and continued to circle the bag like an enemy. (with a hint of playfulness)

Azyre, seeing Melek, smiled a little, and set a cup of water on the floor. Audric hefted the cup with some difficulty, carrying the swishing container with great effort to not spill. Around the counter he left a trail of frosty footprints, setting the cup down to watch Azerim and Melek with curiosity. Audric dipped a slim finger into the glass, watching with amazement as a bolt of ice shot to the bottom of the glass, creating a frozen pillar between the top and the bottom, twisted and jagged. Grasping the pillar, Audric lifted it to reveal he had fashioned what looked like a spear of ice, glistening in the low light.

He'd never done something like that before. Blinking, Audric said nothing as the spear melted in his hands, refreezing as sloppy icicles on his hands.

" I'm not playing a game im sitting in my bag cause i dont have a box anymore." Mel said sadly he missed his box, but Darius had said he most have tossed it when he cleaned his room and now it was gone never to be found again. Mel ducked back into his bag an covered him self with his blanket, he would have zipped it up but he couldn't do that on the inside instead he kept the blanket over his head.

Melek pocked his head out again. " Melek...it's...it's not very big but you can come in if you want." Mel said quitely before ducking back inside and curling up in a corner his small body didn't take up much room, but he was right there really wasn't alot of room in his little bag.

Mel stayed in his little corner. " You can call me Mel if you'd like." He said with a tiny nod. " So who's your master or caretaker?" He asked since this was only the second time he had met the rock demon and even then he hadn't really talked to him before now.

Mel smiled. " Darius, he saved me Kitty his mom was going to toss me in the trash then i came out of my box an she said he could keep me. So yes he's my new master." Mels little tail wagged slighty as he talked about his friend, though he was alittle upset that he didn't get to seem him during the day. " He goes to school."

Mel shook his head." no thankyou i'm going to lay down her for a bit."