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"I'll get on those mine spells Draeken," Kira said, "and by the way, it's good to be back, even if it's at a bad time." With than, she turned around and walked out of the room, hand resting on her hilt in tradition style.

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Outside Alex had had to search for a bit, but came upon Tara's unconcious, partily burned body. He knelt down and took out a kateen that he uncorked and splashed a small bit on her face before her eye's fluttered open and she coughed saying, "You could have found a nicer way to wake me up." Before taking the kateen and began chugging it, even though it had been magicly altered to store an entire 5 gallons, she finished it off and handed it back to Alex before scrapping herself up and graoning into a standing position.

"So, how long will you be out of commision this time?" Alex asked. "I'd say fighting is out for about 2 days, not full stregnth for 4." Tara relpied feeling the top of her head and discovering that though much of her human hair was still their, it was signed and blackend on the ends she sighed saying, "I just got it the way i liked it too, stupid machines."

Alex laughed and said, "Well at least we know those suits Trevian got us hold up to heat and fire like that. Otherwise you'd be wearing nothing right now." "Yeah," Tara said as she ran her hand over the black, scale like under suit she was wearing that looked much like a wet suit that cut off at the knees and elbows. "I liked those cloths too, hard to get a tailor in this world to make them."

"So then, what happened to our tag along?" Alex said, "Is he around here somewhere?" "He should be back around the far side of the lake's tree line, I had him stay back for his own good." "Looks like more so than you expected. The blast probably hit him, though not as bad, lets go see if we can find him." "Fine," Tara said, "I need to start moving some to speed my healing up."

Sparkei rewarded himself with a grin at causing Erudemasa's first semi-serious look. Of course that was a while ago, but he was surprised to see the constantly smiling Power faulter in expression. Looking out the window, he realized he wasnt much for planning, so he decided he'd just do what he did best, fight when the moment came. And help if that was the dominate need. His ears twitched up, and he looked out the window to see someone with guns heading towards the mansion. "Well thats no good...." he wispered to himself, "Lets hope they're one of the good guys, cause the air here is pretty heavy with tension..." Leaving the room where they first met the powers that were here to get rid of "Old D", he heard the doors open, and as he reached the rails, he saw and heard the whip crack at the gun-totin woman. He decided to make himself less apparent and slowly hid in the shadows, watching the silver haired woman, and the purple haired woman......talk.

Phia stood up. "I'll greet who's ever out there." She leaned over and kissed his cheek, grabbing her rapier causually on the way out, she belted it to her waist and opened the door, looking out a smile fell upon her face as she spotted a blonde figure in the yard. "'Ello, Welcome to the Aakarshan Manor. Ar' ye from the BC?"

Normally Phia would find the sky comment strange and slightly crazy...but she had lived amoung the strange beings at the bc for a number of years, and was one herself. She smiled. "Ah...My 'usband...Yes 'es inside. Follow me." She turned and walked back towards the door.

"Your husband? >> Oh then that would make you Phia?" the man asked, chuckling the entire time.

The boy let himself be lead into the mansion and taken to Draeken's whereabouts. He wouldn't have had a chance of getting around such a large mansion. He was surprised someone hadn't tried to shoot it yet. Regardless, he hardly seemed hostile, even skipping from place to place, looking around the mansion.

Focht strolled up towards D's Mansion, not really in any rush, a tattered and worn black scarf around his neck, a patch still covered his right eye. Those that didn't know him would only think to describe him as a Kitsune dressed in black clothing that had been well traveled in.

The Dojo wasn't worth visiting from what he could tell. The only other place he could think of was here or the forest, but waiting in the forest wasn't the best option. Maybe he would find answers here, still feeling uneasy about what happened last time he was in the area.

About the time he reached the doors, he figured leaving a note was best since time was running short on taking care of a few other things. Pulling out a piece of paper and pen, he hastily scribbled a note to leave for D:



Folding up the note carefully and muttering something under his breath, casting a small but effective spell on the note. Handing the note to one of the workers in the masion and asking that it be delivered to D or Phia, pointing out that opening it wouldn't be a good idea, Focht sighed and headed back down the road. The spell wouldn't do much besides keep the note shut until either Phia or D touched it. With him, it had just become habit when leaving a note for someone and since there were many people here whose scents he didn't recognize, it seemed best he didn't stick around.

The stranger hardly seemed taken aback by the casual behavior; he wasn't really expecting a huge greetings. However, he couldn't help but be a little set off by D's openly telling him the situation. Then again, the man knew that D had other hidden powers.

"Actually, I came seeking an audience with you to offer you an audience with me." the man jested. "I heard the good old black company had been blown to bits and its people were en routed. Now I don't see why a good company of well known fighters should just suddenly die because some crack job has too much time, so I came to offer any help I can be in the coming fight. If nothing else, I can do manual labor like you've never seen!"

The stranger seemed rather genuine, and D would be able to sense no sinister intent by any form of telepathy. Whoever he was, he'd come to help.

"What else can I do? Well let's see,' was the man's quick response. "I don't exactly tend to look it, but I can fight something fierce, I'll tell ya that much. I get my training from all over the place, so I know my way around the block. But I do have one major specialty I guess, maybe two."

The man raised his arms up and brushed his hair back, almost posing with one foot almost off the ground.

"I'm hella good with chain type weapons, and," his hands snapped forward from behind his head and he snapped his fingers in a stylish manner. Two small flames now kindled over his hands. "I'm real savvy with fire."

Letting his flames hang for a moment, the man seemed to give a blink when his name was requested before answering: "My name? I honestly left that out? Well damn, I'm sorry. My name's Sigmund..... Sigmund Asbah Xiao L'etranger Lore Othreus Wickham Crescendo........ the thirteenth, I believe."

Sigmund just laughed at the introduction. His name was extensive and borderline ridiculous in length and mixed origin, but again D would sense no deception on part of the name.