Welcome to Gaia! ::

*kaiori heard it before she saw. The pounding sound of someone following her. Cursing her luck she picks up her speed. Noticing the shape of the entrance she frowns but notes a gap in the rubble. Crawling through, she finds herself in the scary town once again. With the speed of a wounded deer she runs down the street, blood drips down her neck from her wound. She couldn't keep this up long but she was going to try her best to get far.*

Proto: *Keeps his salute up until Nana is out of sight, then merely stands by the door*

Zio: *Zio's screen appeared in front of Nana* Good evening Lady Nana... how may I assist you?

*Mastema chuckled. That poison would only aid in sapping Tyr's energy by hurting him. As Tyr dug into Mastema's throat and ripped it away, Mastema remained unscathed* Well then.... seems we have two strays.....Zio make sure you keep track of Kaiori Night. *Mastema turned and walked towards the exit. Along the way, the piece of sludge/skin that Tyr had ripped off, which was on the floor, was stepped on by Mastema and reabsorbed. Simultaneously, his throat was restored to normal. He'd no intention of letting Tyr completely do away with Kaiori. She still held value. What value she was to Mastema probably had something to do with Than, but perhaps not. Deciding to use his specialty, Mastema focuses his telepathy not on Tyr, but on his sword. The entity within the sword would soon find itself not only fighting to keep control of Tyr, but also against Mastema's telepathic attempts to severe its link to Tyr's mind. It would be easily found that Mastema was no amateur at telepathy*

((editted))

::Kaiori would hear the pounding of the animal like creature closing on her quickly, and then a whistling threw the air as he sailed directly at her. Right as the telepathic link between himself, and Carnage was broken he would fade out. If he were to collide with Kaiori it would only be as dead weight, and if she dodged he would slide across the ground into one of the nearby walls making a loud thud. Only telepathic silence would fill the area. Real silence was also heard after that::

*It wouldn't be long before Mastema was over by Tyr. For the night at least, Kai would be as free as many could be inside the citadel. At least she would be unbound, save for anything Dom did with her parasite. Mastema loomed over Tyr's body and snorted* I should just leave you for giving into that sword.... however. *Mastema began using his telekinesis to move the sword away from Tyr* I know someone who should know what you need..... Zio, prepare to transport Himura to the North Tower.

Zio: Affirmative. Lady Trilla, Lord Eecheb, and Lord Micha shall be placed on restricted access for sixty hours.

::The sword would be rather unfriendly to any attempts to use telepathic powers on it using the conduits as a means to grasp on to Mastema's mind, and being a rather savage ripping at him. Although it was not a master of telepathy his defensive powers were impressive. It could easily overpower weak willed characters, and was more then willing to latch onto life-forces that touched it, whom were not Tyr. Tyr would appear in the north tower, blood ran from his wounds, and without the blade at his side his body would begin to appear abnormally drained of blood for the wounds he had. Somehow it was tied directly to his health. Carnage's biting voice could be heard by Mastema as he attempted to move it::

Twisted one... I am no mere toy for which you to play with, return me to my Master.

*Nana would pick out a medium grey fabric, similar to the children's robes but perhaps a shade or two darker, it would be cotton and be about two meters wide. Along with that, she would find any threads, scissors, buttons, and anything else she would require for her project, from the list given. Nana had used the same fabric shop to make her wedding dress, and the children's robes. It seemed to be getting a lot of use, perhaps enough at some point to require a manufacturing building to be restarted, just to create the textiles so that Nana could create with this medium. After keying in everything she wanted to use, Nana nodded to herself and then to the screen*

o__o

All right, I think that shall do. Could you please teleport these items here for me Zio?

Zio: Certainly. One moment. *One by one, the items would appear on the bed behind Nana until all of the items were transported* Complete

*Mastema chuckled, despite the mentai strain* Attack? You are the mistaken entity. I am actually defending your so called master from your intoxication. For a servant, you show no real promise under a master. Calm yourself, weapon. You will be returned to Himura when he awakens. Try my patience if you wish, but I will not waste the full extent of my power on such a rudimentary entity. *Mastema focused as little power on the sword as he could, and more on defending his own mind. He hoped the sword could not move under its own power*

::As Mastema focused less power on moving the blade it did indeed become more still. It was quick to anger, a brutal soul born of the desires of a vampire. It wished to feed from all, and rule through its master. However Tyrsais had been the only one in its past to show control at anytime. It struggled harder, and harder to strike at Mastema, to get to his mind, to make him bring it to its master. Minutes would pass without it tiring. Soon he would feel an intense energy oddly familiar. The blast of magic would be so powerful that it would disrupt any magical systems within the area. The magic itself would be like the Rose Swords. Something the sword had been saving for sometime. It hoped to cripple Mastema, and take his body::

Try this for a rudiment soul-less one...

::Tyrsais had drained that energy multiple times from 9 when they were lovers, and the sword had stored it. This was the first time it had used it. If that proved to be a failure all of its outward attacks would cease, and the soul inside it would seem to disappear along with any of its strange powers.::