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"Well, in that case...."

She takes a look at her hand before laying down a pair of 7's.

"Mr. Ponworxz, do you have any tens?"


((Ooc: Yeh, we are. I had, to begin with, two 7s, a 9, the King of hearts, the Queen of hearts, an Ace, and a 10.))

"Dangnamnit! You read my mind!" He says as he passes the 10 to her.

The grey-eyed Mystic lays the pair down before glaring at him.

"I'll have you know that I don't use my psychic powers when I am playing a game or anything like that," she says evenly, "If you doubt that, well... Then you're off."

She turns back to her cards, debating what card to ask Mr. Ponworxz if he has it.

The elf laughed at the petty arguement. "It think he was joking." he says, still unable to control his laughter.

She shrugs, "Maybe...."

After a second, she asks, "Mr. Ponworxz, do you have a Nine?"

Mr. Ownage laughs, wondering why it was so hard for Margem to accecpt that Mr. Ponworxz had been joking.

The demon laughs. "No I do not have a nine!" He says as he asks Margem if she has any kings.

Margem picks up a 5 before sighing, "Yes, I do, Mr. Ponworxz."

She hands him the King that she has before telling him to go again.

"You two seem like a regular trading post," the elf says, laughing, "You gave her a card and she gave you a card."

Margem shakes her head as she smiles and says, "You know, you're next. We're not going to let you get rid of cards, you know."

She laughs, shaking her head still, "Of course we'd let you in the game. Why wouldn't we?"

The elf laughs, "And what makes you so sure you can stop me? Neither of you know which cards I have, and I am hiding my thoughts so you will not be finding out that way."

The redhead looks over to him, waiting for Mr. Ponworxz to ask someone again for a card, as she says, "Like I said earlier, I wouldn't cheat by reading someone's thoughts while I'm playing a game."

"I trust you," the elf says. He decides he should lighten the mood a little and jokingly adds, motioning to Mr. Ponworxz, "However, I have my doubts about him."

Margem laughs, turning to the ninja-demon, "It's still your turn, Mr. Ponworxz."

"I wonder what he is thinking about," the elf says, sounding slightly puzzled, "Obviously not the game."

"You too," he says, resisting the urge to lean in and kiss her on the cheek. This was neither the time nor the place for him to reviel* his love for her.

(OOC:*I can never remember how to spell this. It's probably wrong right now.)

Margem nods, smiling, before turning towards her room. Yawning, she knows that if she doesn't get sleep soon, she'd be more exhausted in the morning. With the use of her keycard, she enters her room, closing the door behind her. She walks over to her bed and climbs in, asleep almost instantly.



((Ooc: "reveal" is the correct way to spell it.))

Darian walks to his room and opens the door, using a similar keycard. Walking he he pauses to take it all in. It was spacious, which was good. He was not against staying in a small room if he had to but years of travelling had caused him to prefer more open rooms.

The demon walks out of his room and goes outside for a walk. "Why..?" He says to him self.

The elf tosses and turns in his sleep. He is not seeing the future, but he is plagued by the faces of those he has killed.

Margem, still asleep, feels something different around her. Something's not right, though she has no idea what could be wrong. Could it just be a fluke or something? She has no idea.

A new face flashes before the elf's eyes. A fifteen year old with piercing red eyes stands behind Margem laughing with a forest to his back.

The redhead Okalwa turns over onto her side, still asleep. She frowns as she tries to figure out what might be wrong. It is no fluke, for sure. Something's wrong, but she cannot tell what it may be.

The elf awakes with a start. Who is that red eyed boy and why is he laughing so much? He does not look particularly evil but one could never be too sure just from appearances.

Margem keeps her eyes closed as she makes a mental check of the area around her and the resort. Everything is fine. There is no danger or threat.

'Then why do I feel there is one?' she asks herself before she falls into a deeper sleep.

'If there was only a way to calm my nerves without worrying about his response... But, he can't be the one without me trusting him with my background...'

She groans, getting up. She goes into the bathroom and prepares a warm bath for herself, just to relax.

Margem opens her eyes, finding herself in the bathtub, in cold water.

"What the...?" she asks, looking around.

She gets out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around herself and going to find out the time. The clock blinks six thirty. She puts her hand on her forehead and shakes her head.

'An hour and a half bath.... Margem, what are you doing? Where is your mind?'

The redhead sighs, before getting dressed and working on her hair. For once, her hair has a mind of it's own - can't get it fixed for a while. After about another thirty minutes, she finally finishes getting ready for the day.

"Seven o'clock...." she says, glancing around her room. A feeling overcomes her, a feeling that she is uncomfortable with, "I need to get out of my room though it is so early..."

She shrugs, leaving her room, with the keycard in hand and goes out to the lobby. She finds a comfortable couch chair and takes a seat, closing her eyes as she debates her dream again.

The elf turns of the TV and walks to the batroom to have a shower.

"Seven a.m. Seven a.m. ..." she says, opening her eyes, "For once, I really want to do something, though I have no idea what I should do...."

She sighs, "How frustrating..."

The elf finishes his shower, dries off and gets dressed. He looks at the clock. 7:30 should be late enough, he thinks.

Nothing else to do, Margem walks out of the resort and takes a seat on a bench outside.

"At least I'll get some fresh air this way, though it's not very productive..." she sighs to herself, bending over to put her elbows on her knees and resting her head in her hands, "So what if I'm not in a proper sitting position right now? I don't care for now."

The elf walks into the lobby and looks around. He sees Margem sitting on a bench outside and walks out and stands beside her. "Is something wrong?"

The redheaded Margem Okalwa looks up, realizing that Mr. Ownage is standing nearby. She blushes, her thoughts slipping away as he is near.

"Mr. Ownage... Good morning," she says, smiling slightly, "You surprised me."

The Shinobi comes back with a long doubtful face.
"She died Ownage.." He says as he starts to cry.

"I'm sorry." The elf says comfortingly, looking directly at the Shinobi so as to dispell any doubts about the truth of that statement.

"Thanks for the support.." He says as he sits and mops.

Margem looks up and, feeling bad for Mr. Ponworxz, scoots over to him. She wraps an arm around his shoulders, comfortable to do so since Mr. Ownage is nearby.

"How can I help, Mr. Ponworxz? Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No you woulden't be" He says to the Elf.

"If you need something just let me know." Mr. Ownage says to his friend.

"Same here, Mr. Ponworxz," Margem says, nodding and sitting up straight.

"I'm tired, I might sleep for a bit to get away from my troubles." He says as he heads for the stairs.

"Well, in that case, have a good rest, Mr. Ponworxz," Margem calls to him as she leans back in the bench. She looks over to the elf who stands nearby, "Do you think he even realizes it's morning right now?"

"He might." the elf replies. "But if he does it is the least of his concerns."

Margem Okalwa sighs, "Well, if it had been me searching all night in hopes of finding my loved one and finding he was gone, I would be depressed and saddened, not caring about the world around me."

"He is probably in the same sittuation." Darian replies. "I know I was all those years ago."

Wakes from his nap and walks downstairs. Hey guys, whats going on?

The redhead glances up from the desk and, after glancing at the elf, rolls her eyes. 'Sure, and he probably forgot that I can also read minds...'

She turns to Mr. Ponworxz saying, "How'd you sleep, Mr. Ponworxz? We've only been talking for about ten to twenty minutes, I'm guessing, since you went to take a nap."

"I slept pretty well thank you." He tells the Mystic.

Marem smiles before saying, still waiting for the lady's response, "I'm glad to hear that, Mr. Ponworxz. Mr. Ownage is outside, if you want to talk with him."

The elf walks back in, having grown tried of staying alone outside. "You look well rested." he says.

After helping the lady at the front desk, Margem leans over and listens into the conversation between Mr. Ownage and Mr. Ponworxz.

Ani trudges her way into the large lobby and stops for a moment to catch her breath and look around. The sofas looked extremely comfortable to her after traveling for so long and she wouldn't move another inch until she had rested a bit on one of them. She dragged herself to one that looked a bit worn out and dropped her bags, then plopped down onto it. There was hardly anyone in the lobby save for a couple of people and she couldn't care less if they found her behavior strange.

The cool, soft fabric lightened her heart and she laid there for a long while until she forced herself to sit up and have a better look around. Her eyes dropped from the ceiling to the floor and moved from side to side slowly, as she observed all that she could. "Nice place." she said in a hushed tone so that only she could hear. Sighing lightly she stood and stretched her soar muscles, then picked up her two bags and made her way to the receptionist desk.

The redheaded Margem Okalwa looks up to see the newcomer.

"Ani? Is that you?" she asks once she recognizes the lady, "It's been about four years since Starkbiers. How are you doing? You look exhausted! Let me find a room for you."

She straightens up and finds a room on the main floor before turning back to the lady.

Ani stares at the women then slowly she recognizes her. She comes closer and drops her bags, leaning against the counter. "Wow, Margem its you! Its been a while." she said with a light hearted laugh. "How have you been?" she asks waiting patiently as Margem found her a room.

"I take it you two know each other." the elf says, caught slightly of guard.

Margem smiles, slightly amused at the elf's reaction, "Yes, we met a while ago. I was a waitress at Starkbiers, a bar a few towns away. She came in one night and we eventually started talking."

She then turns back to Ani and says, "I've been doing okay, I guess, Ani. I had some relational problems a while ago, but I'm doing better now."

Clearing her throat, she continues, "Anyways, here's your keycard and your room number. It's on this floor and down around the corner here. We also have a restaurant and a spa area here, so I hope you enjoy your stay."

"I am not sure." the elf replies. The truth is that he remembers perfectly that they had been talking about Arelen but to move on he needed to stop reminding himself of what had happened.

"I think I'm getting old or maybe just forgetting stuff easier," the redhead sighs, resting her elbow on the counter and her head in her right hand, "I don't know any other reason...."

"Either that or it was not a very memorable conversation, what ever it was about." the elf replies. "It is probably the second option."

"Probably my memory but it could be that too...." she mumbles quietly before shaking her head.

"Anyways, what would you like to talk about so early in the morning, as it is about 8 am?"

"That was a joke right?" the elf asks. "I am not really awake that early when I have no plans am I? What is it about being near you that makes me get up so early?"

The redhead, Margem Okalwa, raises her right eyebrow in confusion, "What do you mean by that? How would I know?"

She then shrugs and lets it drop.

Just before the blue haired elf says "maybe you should ask your boss...", a shot rings out. A few people rush in, words flying about a person shot outside. A woman, clearly shaken, describes the man and Margem Okalwa swallows sharply. She clears the counter as quickly as she can and, pushing through the now crowded lobby, gets outside to find what she fears the most: her boss, lying in almost a pond of a red substance.

Shuffling the fact that the red substance is blood, she kneels by her boss to check if he is still alive, though her senses tell her ahead of time saying that he is gone.

She leans back on her ankles, gazing around as the fact hits her. She closes her eyes as a question runs through her mind: why?

The blue haired elf stands behind her, his face betraying his shock at Anthony Korrow's death. Who would do such a thing? Even by human terms he still had so much of life to experiance.

"Mr. Ownage... why? Why would someone do such a thing?" she asks quietly, "I've lived for so long and traveled for so far but I cannot understand why one being would murder another being..."

She raises her eyes up to him, her light-gray sad eyes, and asks, "Why?"

"I'm not sure." the elf replies, speaking casually in his shock. "As far as I can tell he wasn't a threat to anyone. Just a young man runing a resort. Perhaps an angry ex-employee, but even that doesn't make much sense."

Police arrive on the scene, as well as the ambulance. They assure all the people nearby that this would be dealt with immediately. One ambulance worker touches Margem's shoulder as the others take her boss away.

"Ma'am, I suggest you go on inside and clean up. We'll take it from here. We'll have someone clean him up and call you to arrange the burial."

She nods, the smell of the late-resort owner's death starting to get to her. The redhead stands up and quickly rushes into the resort, not caring about anyone around her anymore. She goes straight to her room, shutting the door behind her. A few seconds later, she enters the bathroom, closes the door behind her and sits down on the tiled floor, her head against the door.

"But why?" she asks herself, closing her eyes as color drains from her face.

The elf stands on the steps, stunned. Why would anyone want such an innocent man dead? It makes no sense. Mr. Ownage slams his fist against the wall, leaving a small dent and scratching his hand. He then does the only thing he can do, he walks inside, intending to comfort Margem.

As the commotion grew in and around the resort, An auspicious young man of only 19 strolled down the street only 2 blocks away. Jin was this young mans name, and as of yesterday he had just been apointed a job as a chef at the WizStar by Anthony Korrow himself.
"Oh, snap!" said Jin after he rounded the corner to see news vans and police cars scatered all over the side of the road. What in the world happened here Jin, confused joged up to an oficer and asked "What happened?". "The owner, Anthony Korrow has just been shot" the oficer replied in a dejected tone of voice. "Wha..what should I do then? I just got a job here." "Go wait over there on the steps for another staff member, just don't touch anything". Jin feeling disjointed walked over to the steps, and sat down.

Though the redhead feels faint, she senses a newcomer to the resort. She focuses on the being, her eyes still closed, and tries to figure out why he stands out to her. Somehow she feels that the newcomer would affect her own future, somehow....

She tries to get up but is unable to at first, her legs refusing to work.

She sighs, 'Well, wait for a bit... Give me a second.'

Jin being bored, lit up a smoke. To bad for the death of the owner, I hope I can still work here.

As Jin exhaled upwards a small drop of rain hit his nose, "Ah, rain... how lovely."
"I enjoy a good downpour...."

The elf walks over door the door of Margem's room and knocks. "Are you OK?" he asks. "You know I'm willing to help however I can." I really hope she doesn't take that as me offering to hunt down whoever did this. It looked like they knew what they were doing.

As time passed and the rain started to come down, Jin was geting a little wet and tired of waiting, so he thought he would just go sit quietly in the lobby.

Margem Okalwa covers her eyes for a bit, slightly hearing someone nearby. She is not sure of it, though as her senses are blurred and her hearing has been cut down a bit due to something Margem hasn't figured out yet. She shakes her head, trying to clear up what is going on in her mind and around her.

Stand up, Margem. Go to the door and open it, Sanyu says with a commanding voice.

She nods, getting up to go to the room's door. For some reason or another, her vision is blurred and she feels a bit weaker than she did earlier.

'What in the world?' the redhead thinks to herself, 'Why am I so.... out of it?'

She finally opens up the door, finding her elf companion there in front of her.

"Mr. Ownage, what.......?" she asks weakly, her voice stopping before she can finish her question.

"I wanted to see if you need anything." he says. The elf is surprised by how calm he is. He has seen death before, but only when the being dying had a chance to fight back. I've never seen this kind of senseless murder before.

Jin still waiting in the lobby, started to drift off... his eyelids grew heavy... he fell into a light sleep "s..someone will w..wake me up.." His body slumping back into the large leather chair.

"Sorry, no. We're still open. As they say, the show must go on," Margem says as she turns to go over to the front desk, "Anyways, Jin, let's find a room for you so you can get some decent rest. After you rest up, then you can start up in the kitchen. Maybe give the others some sense of mind when it comes to food."

The redhead nods, "An outside room, can do."

She looks up a window and finds the keycard to the room quickly. Afterwards, she hands the keycard to Jin, telling him where the room is.

"Down the hall to the left, at the farthest end of the hall. Why not get some rest before we get you into the kitchen?"

As she waits for Jin's response, she turns to the lady who just walked in.

"Hi there. How can we help you today?"

After giving the card to Jin, the redheaded receptionist waited for the lady's response as her eyes wander to the elf who still stands against a lobby wall.

'What's with him? Why am I feeling this way? Didn't I want to marry Ares? Yes I did, but this elf is different. He's more caring and understanding. He accepts me not because I'm below him but because I am who I am, unlike Ares,' she thinks to herself, a warm feeling bubbling up in her heart, 'How kind and gentlemanly!'

The elf notices Margem's gaze fall on him and for a moment they lock eyes. Then he looks away, not wanting her to be able to read his feelings in his eyes.

Margem had lost track of time, zoning out as she looks the elf's direction. She suddenly snaps back to attention and she shakes her head.

'I don't know about it, though... It's weird to think this way. I mean, he is just a friend that I've known over a span of almost three years or so. That doesn't give me the right to feel like this.'

She sighs then forces herself to turn to paperwork.

'One thing for sure, I'm getting out of here eventually. I want to settle down but not be stuck with paperwork....'

The elf walks up to her. "You should not have to work after what happened." he says. "You were one of the employees closest to him. You probably want, and definatly need, a break."

She exhales a slight laugh, "Only close to him because I had to do some secretary work on the side of being the receptionist. Aside that, not that close, other than reading his thoughts. ... At least he can have some peace now..."

"That he can." the elf says. "If nothing else, at least that one good thing came out of this." He unconsiously wraps his arm around her, wanting to comfort her.

She nods, leaning in his embrace (an automatic response), before she says, "Well, I hope we find a new owner soon or the resort will have be closed..."

"I have been wondering who Mr. Korrow's successor would be." the elf sighs, as content as he can be with what had just happened.

"Won't know until he or she comes, though," she sighs, "I just hope that the person respects the resort as Korrow did."