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((Oh, ha ha ha, roflcopter...Actually, that last part was pretty funny, lol.))

"Oh come now, that's how I am and always will be." Fenrir replied with a careless shrug, and he moved to follow Reaper. "Don't think I'm going to let you walk off while I'm talking, the other one always had a thing for doing that. I'll just walk behind you while you kill everybody. Besides, I haven't heard someone with the same accent as yours talk in a while. Those accents are my favorite, after all, you being from Earth." He waited patiently until Reaper's gun stopped firing before going on. "I closed the gates because no survivors are supposed to be left, though you already knew that. As for helping you, the bad guys...You could say that. I'm just trying to do my job after all, first day back and such, in 10 years."

((Heh heh, missary is spelled misery... Hey, if Reaper's real name is Rayli Shane Scotts, then why did you put it as Tory Scotts in the profile? question ))

"Well, Earth has changed alot since you were last on it, but no, I'm not from there. I obviously don't look like a standard human, do I?" Fenrir said with a laugh. "Though Earth does have a certain...charm...to it." He didn't go any further on that. "As for Fate...Yes, it's an inanimate force, a force of nature. Something that has existed since before the universe began, in fact. 'Can't really be destroyed. But it has a conscious mind, and it never had that before. It would have just went on like it always had, and I wouldn't be needed." He sniffed almost sadly, smelling all the dead bodies that were being burned by Oni's fire, and his stomach rumbled a bit as he put his hand over it to quiet the sound.

((It be k! XD You could put all of them together, lol. Oh yesh, did George teleport everyone out of there, like the Ravagers and such?))

Elistral muttered a low curse in Elvish, running a gloved hand through her hair as she did so. "He struck during the storm, il'ejdaen..." She thought for a minute, then closed the book she'd been reading with a sigh. It seemed like she would a temporary leader in the missing Strider's stead. "The storm seems to be dying down, as well. An omen, perhaps?" She shook her head to herself and stood, facing Demios. "Reaper may have already left the town, if indeed the storm is passing. It provided cover for him and his acts, until others would find the town later. And I doubt he wants to be caught now. Or, so I think." She went and left the library, gesturing for Demios to go with her. Wind flowed around her, brushing her hair lightly, bringing news of the places outside of Salim, and she smelled smoke and blood. She sighed again. "Jake, Rore, and my mother must be resting, unaware. We'll tell them what happened later, when the mood is lighter, and let them rest. For now, we should go and see if there are any survivors left in the town. How fast can you fly there?"

Fenrir nodded and waved back at Reaper. " 'Til then, Scotts." He put his silver kris away in his pocket, then clasped his hands behind his back to survey the still burning town. "Won't be long, will it?" He asked aloud, taking to talking to himself. Then he took out a blank piece of paper and a pen, shielding it with his body from the rain. He changed his mind instead and put the pen up, stooping to dab his finger in a pool of blood. He crumpled the paper a little, then wrote on the paper in blood, soon waving it in the air where Reaper had been standing. He sniffed it and nodded appreciatively, the scent would fool anyone with a sharp nose like his. Going over to a flag pole whose flag had been burned away, he stuck it there for someone to find it. He stepped back and admired his handiwork, knowing it look very much like Reaper's handwriting. The note in blood, read:

1

--R.

Then he went off farther into the town, inspecting the damage, already humming another song.

((Kk, how'm I supposed to know that? D= ))

"Yes, I've only seen a full grown dragon a few times in my life. Let alone one that allowed me to ride them." Elistral noted, raising an arm to block the rain striking painfully on her skin. Her control of the wind averted most of the drops, though she was already soaked to begin with. She gave a sad sigh when they flew above the burning town that Demios had said.

Crow flapped his glossy wings to lose altitude in one of the high caves that George had teleported the Ravagers to in the underground base. Most of them were talking about the carnage they'd caused, and were winding down by celebrating with kegs of alcohol. Ezekiel landed on his head, ruffling its wings and pruning them a bit with its beak. "I think I'll get a bite to eat." He said to himself as he landed, then went off to one of the storerooms.

Gorash wasn't bothered at all by Reaper's behavior. It wasn't that he'd seen it time and time again, it was just the fact that he was all too used to it. He went out of George's barrier, not too far from the camp, letting the rain wash the blood off his black armor. He took his helmet off so it would be cleaned faster, and stared at his reflection. He'd gained control back from his other self as soon as they were out of the town. Now his own gray-blue eyes stared back at him solemnly. Then he took in a hissing breath when his reflection changed suddenly. The other him laughed a said, It's begun. His reflection changed back to show him looking frightened at a more human appearance of himself. He rushed back to the campsite and shook George by the shoulder desperately. "George! Can you knock me out for a while?"

((Gah, I can hear it bouncing around in thar! crying ))

"Either way, you're still fairly massive." Elistral said back, a hand falling to the hilt of her sword in caution. "I suspect that you are able to see far anyway, so it wouldn't matter if you went or not. I'll return soon." She went off in the town, ducking past falling timbers laying above the road. Everywhere, she found charred or hacked upon corpses. One she just kicked over on it's stomach, so as not to see the part that had probably been half-eaten. Some buildings were completely pulverized, while she found some chunks trapped in melting ice. She kept a hand over her nose to keep out the overwhelming stench. Then, after a while, she turned to go back to Demios, but her eye caught something fluttering above her head. She tried to reach it, but it was too high for her. "Oh, curse it all."

Fenrir popped up behind Demios, admiring his shiny scales. "Hey Demios, how's it going? Mind if I take a picture of you?" He called friendily, walking forward and patting his enormous side.

Elistral waited for the paper to float down so she could grab it, then thanked Demios for helping. Then she turned it over so she could read what it said, sighing shortly after. "I believe it's a note. Well, more a form of mockery." She raised it up in the air so Demios could possibly read what was on it.

Gorash would have thanked George a hundred times over if he could, but luckily he'd been sent into a dreamless sleep. After what he'd seen in his reflection, and the massacre at the town only moments before, he felt like his waking thoughts were just too much then. So he lay on the ground, shifting sometimes in his armor.

" Well then, if they scare you, I won't take a picture." While you're looking, he added to himself, then took out the small camera and snapped a shot when he turned his head away. Then he gave an sweeping, fake bow. "Why thank you, though I did take a bath before I came here. My kind's scent is...unique, even after all these years. Plus I'm a little different than my kin, whichever ones are alive." He went on to take a picture of Elistral, than browsed the gallery of his other saved pictures to entertain himself.

Elistral frowned and turned the paper over, seeing if there was anything else that she had missed. Then she crumpled it up and threw it in the fire to burn. "Yes, you haven't shown up in all of these years." She said, siding with Demios. "So why now?"

Gorash mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over on his side at the sound of raised voices. When he woke up later, he'd no doubt be wishing he'd taken his armor off before asking George to make him sleep.

Fenrir crossed his arms and put on a pouty face, tapping a foot. "I don't know how you heard it when I had the sound muted, must've been the button clicking in..." He gave a long, drawn out sigh and shifted to his other foot. "If you must know, I was here. It's my first day back on the job, after all. So that's why I smell like blood." He wrinkled his nose in slight distaste and ignored his stomach softly rumbling. "The air is practically, well, not drenched per say...It pretty much coats everything with the stench in a couple miles radius if you have a sharp nose. It's going to take a bit of time until it comes out of my clothes." He uncrossed his arms to reach up towards Demios's tail towards his camera. "I've had that for a long time. now can you give it back to me? Pleeeaase?" He added in an innocent tone, smiling at the silver dragon.