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"Pfft... psychics..." Rain muttered after Kalis's feet disappeared past the top steps. Rain was a trained scrapper and brawler, both offensively and defensively. Even with magic, there tended to be something visual that one could (hopefully) evade.

But psionics? Bad news for someone like him. Even a mildly tempermental psychic could cause your brain to leak out your ears and nose if they were simply having a bad day, and there wasn't a blasted thing you could do about it. There was, of course, the psychological warfare of someone just picking through your brain, borrowing this memory and that memory that they could use to blackmail you for the rest of your days. And these things were just the start of a long list of cruel things they could do to you.

Its not that Rain distrusted all psychics. On the contrary, trust should be given or denied on a case-by-case basis, based on the qualities of the person themselves. Still, he was always wary around them; he had to be if he expected to survive an encounter with a malevolent one.

Rain glanced about him a few times, before starting to slide his way all incognito-like towards the kitchen door. To where his next meal lie.

"Huh." he breathed a small chuckle, looking at the messy head peeking out at him. And squinting.

He stepped inside, and pulled the door closed on his heel, leaving just a thin sliver of light coming in. It was tempting, to just trot over and ruffle the hair even further, but he stood by the door, grinning gently over at her. "Sorry to wake you." She was cute when she was asleep, and that and comical just waking, apparantly. Shame he couldn't have crept in and watched a minute first. But that was just being silly. Really, if she was tired he would have liked to let her lay in a while longer, but she needed to get up.

"She woke up." he said, jerking his head at the door. Down the stairs, she'd be somewhere, probably waiting on her, like as not impatiently. He'd be pretty anxious about something like this too.

"Our lil' guest is downstairs waiting on you to get up." He didn't speak quickly, and kept his voice soft so as to try and keep her calm. "She wants to talk to you before she goes. About what you did...." he gestured vaguely at his head.

"Should I give you a minute...?"

She was still dressed for bed after all, assuming she did that at home when she wasn't just going kitty to nap, and she'd probably want to muss with her hair. It was evident he bothered with no such thing, but that was different. She didn't usually look quite this discheveled.

In the interim, Kira had taken the man's seat. She hadn't exactly been invited to wake the woman, so she simply contented herself with waiting patiently. She sat with her knees drawn to her chest and arms crossed between her thighs and calves, humming quietly to herself.

Oh, and she patiently waited for the sound of a catastrophe to be emitted from the way Rain had gone. If his encounter with the stairs was any indication of character, she expected to hear a howl of pain at some point.

((@ Owle: I dunno. Is it because I've laced my person with catnip? Or because my avatar is trying to steal the title of "Bird"? rofl ))



Rain had tried to slip in noticed, but he had not escaped the gaze of one patron of the bar. No matter, he was a man on the mission, even if SOMEONE had no faith in him to complete it.

There was only one other person in the back, but they had not noticed Rain's arrival. Quickly and silently, he procured a large 20-quart mixing bowl from a cupboard. He darted over to a refridgerator, and began to plunder its contents. Namely, whatever fruit and vegetables they kept in there. Not ALL of it, but most of it. When he finished, he quietly closed the door, and would also grab any fruit they had out in baskets. To top off his "shopping", he would locate a pair of empty liquid containers, preferably used plastic milk gallons. He would fill them with water, but very slowly as to make less noise.

Assuming no one wandered in and spotted him, he would leave with his newfound breakfast back from the way he came; opening the door with his foot, he hobbled out with a large steel bowl in one hand, the two gallons in his other, and an apple in his mouth. Assuming Kira pain him any mind, he would give her a wink, closing the door behind him, and darting out the front door.

(Wolf, and the KABAM was him accidentally beating his head on the doorjamb(The thing that the door is flush with when closed, I don't know the proper title.) and then into the door itself, which the wolf was sleeping against.)

"You wear jeans to bed?"

Owle blinked in surprise, then shook her head. "No," she protested. "Well, um, sometimes," she admitted, abashedly. "But not this time. I, uh..."

Her scaled feet twiddled on the floor beneath her, shifting to and fro as she squirmed, trying to think of how to do it. Finally she held one hand outward.

"...did this thing."

Shloop went the viscous black liquid, cascading in a waterfall down from her hand, before solidifying into denim. Before his eyes, Owle was holding another pair of jeans, dangling them in front of him.

"...you know?"

She looked at the jeans, then at him. For some completely inexplicable reason, she suddenly felt awkward.

KABAM! "Whu-?" Rand!

Thinking her son had to be in trouble, Owle went darting out the door, forgetting she was holding the jeans. Her free hand reached for Kalis, trying to draw strength from his presence.

...huh.

Upon seeing what was actually in the hallway, Owle lost most of the frantic interest, but she was puzzled. Those were not the same clothes Luke had been wearing before, and she didn't recall him carrying a pack. That, and where the hell had the wolf come from?

"How..."

Her mouth agape, Owle stared at Luke. "How the hell did you get that in here?"

...and without anyone noticing...? Downright unsettling, that's what it was. Wolves didn't just appear, usually.

And clean clothes were even weirder when it came to materializing.

After Rain had exited, he scouted around the edge of the building, eyeing the edge of the roof, balancing the bowl in one hand out to his side. He nodded, facing the side of the building completely now, and secured the large steel bowl between his left arm and hip. He bent his knees, kneeling down, coiling his legs. His muscles throbbed as he crouched lower and lower, rotating his upper body to the left, building up the pressure in his legs.

He released with an upward thrust with the balls of his feet, a small circular cloud of dirt and dust whirling around the place he had stood. He had propelled himself upward at least a dozen feet as he straightened himself in midair. His left leg stepped forward, the toes and ball of his left foot planting itself against the side of the building. An audible thmp noise would be heard through the outer wall of Owle's room.

He would push up and off with his toes, increasing the crest of his ascent by a few more feet. His left leg would arc back, as he would again step with his right, planting that a bit higher along the side of the building. This second wall-step would only give him about another foot of ascent, but it was all he would need to grasp the edge of the roof with his free right hand.

Rather than risk the momentum causing him to slip or pull part of the roof free in his hand, he allowed the velocity of his body to cease, as he hung there for a few seconds, taking in a much needed lungful of fresh oxygen. He would then proceed to pull his entire 200+ lb. body weight up with just his right arm; first, he would pull his upper body up, find a secure place for the bowl, before swinging one leg over the edge, then the other.

Picking up his breakfast bowl, he proceeded to walk over to the front of the roof, straight up and above the front door. He sat down, legs crossed at his ankles, and began to chow down on the fruits and veggies.

Now, there's one important thing to know about Rain Yupa. He's never truly been an epic hero of any sort. At best, he was a powerful supporting character in the story of life. But he had the appetite of a main character, as evident as he ravenously consumed piece after piece of food. More mass of fruit and vegetables than his stomach should be able to hold, but he showed no sign that his eyes were bigger than his stomach.

Though, he did raise a curious brow when he saw a large white bearwolf burst forth from the front doors of Firebrand Tavern. Forcing a large bulge of honeydew melon down his throat by sheer will alone, he called out with a friendly wave. It gave him little hesitation though, since he knew of the only way such a creature could materialize out of thin air within the tavern without anyone noticing its entrance.

"Good morning, Ms. Owle!"

Owle just stared, mouth falling open in shock. Teleporting wolves were not on her list of things that were normal, and her list of things that were normal included fallen gods getting drunk and making pretty necklaces for her sister. And for her, too, of course, though she was sure he hadn't been drunk when he made hers. He'd probably been sober when making Flare's, too, come to think of it, but...

Teleporting wolves.

A teleporting wolf.

It vanished, and it reappeared. Instantly.

That just did not happen.

"Um...what...how...uh?"

She turned to look at Kalis, open-mouthed, then forcibly shut her jaw and marched right past Luke down the stairs.

She filed the anomaly away in her mind, to be sorted out later.

Right now, there was someone she needed to talk to. Where was the woman...?

...oh. Sitting right there in the middle of the common room, looking better.

"Uh. Good morning."