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Draven watches as the vortex of energy shines brightly then losses its power and fades out. He had long lost the interest in following the other despite the problem he might pose again.
Though it did anger him that he slipped away as he did. He begins to realize that a portion of him hurts as he looks to see the problem. The plating of his coat is heavily dented from the impact and a wedged piece is stuck in his side. Pulling his coat off he draws mana to the wound closing it off and staving the flow of blood. He can tell now that he had been bleeding a good bit since the attack. As a small puddle was around his left foot causing flower to grow from the site.
He tosses the coat off the side allowing it to fall to the street.

"Well if that's the way this whole day is going to be I don't see any reason to stand around here any longer." He then brings his voice down a bit... "Besides don't you think its time we introduce ourselves to the spectator?" He motions with his head slightly towards the woman sitting a few houses away.

Draven looks down over the side of the building and see's that the crowd of on lookers that gathered are still most likely looking for the giant vortex still. He scans the scattered sections of people and notices that there are a few guards trying to coordinate themselves. They look to be wearing tarnished red and white armor as the best he can make out.

This was turning out to be a fiasco like before, at that moment the remnants of his last statue clamors up over the side of the building. In appears that in the statues need to serve him it collected his coat a carried its weight up to him. Its current for was quite pitiful, it was missing of of its wing and almost two limbs. It stood in front of him holding out the coat in its mouth. Draven just looked at it with a slight assurance.. "Leave it, its useless now.. besides I don't have the right material to fix it." The statue just drops it and turns towards Mokuzai almost looking like its ready to pounce on him. Draven snaps his fingers and lays his hand on its back. "No. he's alright... but I think its time four you to go now.. I cant just let you travel around broken like this." With that command the soul is drawn back out of the statue leaving its form to crumble from the strain. He holds the soul in his hand and it slowly disappears back to the plane it was pulled from.

"Oh.. Mokuzai.. am I correct when I think there are giants here that serve in the guard? Because I notice some a while ago wearing uniformed armor."

Arihelia stood up ready to leave the scene covering her head
with the hood of her cloak when she saw one of the planewalkers summoning
an eagle that went up to her and landed very close to her, she held on to her
cloak as the gust of wind created by the creature nearly sent it flying, she
placed a hand on one of the eagles wings "And invitation" she said to
herself and jumped on the back of the eagle after giving back a bow if thanks.

Mokuzai's giant eagle swooped down and landed lightly on the roof. Mokuzai offered a hand polity and helped her off the eagle's back.
Mokuzai bowed graciously.
We saw you from afar and thought we might introduce ourselves, I am Mokuzai Akarshi.
Mokuzai looked at Draven.
I don't believe I told you that during our previous encounter. Forgive me.
Mokuzai placed a hand on the beak of the eagle,
"Stay for a moment, we may need you in a little while."

Shizuka Yukiko

Shizuka made her way to the top of the building. It was quite a walk, but curiosity is a strong motivator. She passed a few more squads of Boros legionnaires, they saluted her as she passed. Shizuka approached a large staircase leading up to a Gothic double arched exit. When she crossed the threshold and emerged onto the roof she was momentarily blinded by the sun peeking through the hole in the clouds. When her eyes adjusted, she found herself on the roof, but the building had been seeded like a meadow, grass stretched out before her. It was a strange paradox, to see a place that looked so natural, so many feet above a hard cobblestone street.
"Ma'am, let us go first."
Asked an eager Boros guard. Shizuka shook her head and pointed to the ground beneath the man's feet. He looked deflated, but he backed down. Shizuka could see three people and a giant bird, they were still a good ways away. She began walking towards them. As she neared, she began to make them out more clearly. One was female, the other two were male, the woman was blonde, the two men had brown hair. One wore a light brown trechcoat, bleached by the sun, the other wore... She looked back at the one with the brown trenchcoat. His hair and body structure seemed familiar. The sound of his voice reached her like a memory.
"...Don't believe I told you that during our..."
She stopped. She willed herself forward, but couldn't make herself do it. She swayed like the grass around her. Could it really be him? Her feet moved forward. As she drew nearer she could tell with more and more certainty that it was Mokuzai. Questions swam though her head. Now, at last, she would have answers. She reached out tentatively, and touched Mokuzai's mind.

Shizuka welcomed his embrace, but the moment they parted, she slapped him across the face. Mokuzai had learned sign language at the academy and she motioned that she would have understood had he told her. She was glad to see him. Their friendship had been a long and complicated one, sometimes romantic, and other times bitterly problematic. Shizuka had thought Mokuzai was dead for over twenty years. It was startling to see him again.
Shizuka stood up on tiptoe and kissed the cheek she had slapped.
She motioned at the others behind Mokuzai and asked in sign language who they were. She grabbed Mokuzai's hand and walked over to the others. When they reached the others, Shizuka squeezed Mokuzai's hand to prompt him into introducing her.

Mokuzai stepped up beside Shizuka.
"This is Shizuka, she and I attended Minamo Academy together for may years. I must apologize on her behalf, she is mute, I can translate her sign language for you however."
The eagle ruffled it's feathers in annoyance. Mokuzai turned to look out across the field to see Boros soldiers coming up though the opening in the roof.
"Friends of yours?"
Mokuzai asked Shizuka. Mokuzai knew her powers and also her weaknesses, right now, she was doing something that conflicted with the image she had put into the boros legionnaires' heads and broke her own spell.
"It seems our ride is becoming annoyed and it is well past the time we departed. I have a house here in Ravnica. We will fly there."
Mokuzai looked at Arihelia.
"We will have to save our introductions for the flight mi'lady."
Mokuzai climbed up to the neck of the eagle and helped Shizuka on just behind him, he beckoned to the others to climb on as well.

Mokuzai was ecstatic to see Shizuka again after all these years. But this was absurd. How, by all the wisdom of the Myojin, had this meeting taken place? Mokuzai had met no less than five planeswalkers all within a few hours of each other. Shizuka had a new sword since he had seen her last, though, it had been 22 years after all, there was no way to be sure She had been involved with Shizuka, or with the Shadowmage or this other woman for that matter. The only people he knew to have been visited by Her were Draven and himself. But somehow, he wouldn't be surprised if that were the case for all of them. Mokuzai shook his head.