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Trilla: .__. | Dojo? Trilla doesn't remember a name like that, but the mean fruit man had a red hat there and Thanatos said he was his friend. There was a big place with lots of angry people at the bottom of some stairs, Thanatos yelled at them too. Trilla likes it here better, there's less scary things and not so many angry people, who yell a lot. Trilla didn't like it at that other place that much.

*The night Trilla and the others had gone to the dojo, it was lively. Phia, D, Aria, Truinthil, Thanatos, Twilight, Axl, and a hand full of others were there and all seemed to be shouting anf fighting for reasons she and the others couldn't possibly have understood, it was a bad first visit. All they wanted to do was make sure that Thanatos was alright, and in the end they only got into trouble. Thanatos didn't get hurt while the children were there, but that was probably just luck. Scary people and angry yelling, the enemy of her home, those at the dojo. Trilla would remember that, and all of those who she'd seen there that day. She had even met Twilight, the man Zeph wanted to get revenge on, funny she hadn't mentioned him yet*

Eecheb: O.O; !! Ahh--ahh--ahh--ahh.....! Wh--who?

*Eecheb would receive no answer, that told him enough. Both his hands were free, but with five points pressed against the front of his neck, Eecheb dared not move*

Eecheb: .__. Mi--Micha? Wh--what are you doing?

Micha: . . .

Eecheb: .__. I-- I haven't done anything!

Micha: . . .

Eecheb: .__. I--is this about before?

Micha: . . .

Eecheb: TT.TT Look, I said I was sorry! I am, I really am so let me go!

Trilla: .__. Hnn... more bad people? Then Trilla doesn't want to go back there again. Too many bad people, that don't like us or Thanatos, like the chain man.

*Thr chain man being Gatia of course, Trilla had seen that man but had the others aswell? Zenogais would only know if he asked of course, and again to get the answers he was looking for, he'd have to ask the right questions, like who was it that Thanatos was yelling at maybe. What other people she'd seen there. Maybe see if she'd heard anything, Trilla was still only a child but anything that could be used to help "home" was worth trying to get out of her as long as she'd allow, right?*

Eecheb: ~_~ Mmn...

*Micha must have finally believed Eecheb's apology, as whatever he had against Eecheb's neck is slowly moved away, and Eecheb is set free. Almost immediately Eecheb balls up his left fist and spins around to flatten Micha. His arm is fully extended, it had been a direct hit but not to Micha's back. No, Micha had caught the fist in his right hand, the same that was holding something to Eecheb's neck. Only now did the boy see what his brother had with him, as his eyes widen again and look at his fist. There were five long red sharp nails, finger nails no less, and they were Micha's. Having caught Eecheb's fist, Micha wraps his palm around it letting the nails rest lightly on Eecheb's arm*

Eecheb: o.o !! | Wha--? What are you?!

*After a few seconds the nails start to retract, and Eecheb's fist is released, Eecheb himself falls back on his rump and remains in a shocked stare at Micha. What in the world was it? Micha had once seen Mastema use that kind of techniqe, it was the day he had been brought with Mastema to sub-level three, when Kaiori had been captured. He had looked at his own hand then, but never until this month had he ever been able or rather tried to use such an inherited ability. There seemed no practical use until Trilla was having trouble opening some old paint cans, and then when a door was locked. Having seen Mastema use them offensively once, it only made sense that it was their main pourpose, even if he didn't know what they could really do. Eecheb slumps over a bit after about a minute, and starts off into a low laughter*

Eecheb: Keh heh heh heh... Fine, I won't bug you anymore. At least not until I can do cool stuff like that. I know you won't tell me, so there's no point in asking, but-- Ya, just you wait, I'll pay you back ten times...!

Micha: . . .

*With Eecheb's warm wanring of revenge over and done with, Micha turns and wanders off deeper into the kitchen, shortly after a pot is heard falling off of a counter. Eecheb looks up, but it seems to have fallen of its own accord and no one elses doing. Micha was again out of sight; Eecheb takes his time getting to his feet, he'd look in on Micha's new doings in a minute after gathering himself, a few coughs escape him*

Trilla: <.< | Trilla doesn't remember all the people's names accept a couple. D, and T, and Gah-- Gatia... Trilla saw him out there...!

*Trilla would point west to where she and the others had come back, Gatia had met them just before getting back into the citadel, he was another bad man who wanted to hurt Thanatos, so Trilla didn't like him either*

Eecheb: >.> Huh?

*Eecheb had heard a strange noise from out front and goes to investigate. In one of the open racks, he spots Fenton and blinks at the thing. It had eaten up all the hard food that he himself couldn't chew. It seems Fenton was good for something at least, if only as a garberator. Eecheb squats down and taps on the front of the clear display so Fenton could see him*

Eecheb: ~_~

Trilla: <.< Ooh~

*Well if they were fighting eachother more than Mastema then they were less of a problem. Only if they banded together and attacked like they often did before Trilla was born, would there be any worries right? Even when there was a group of fighters, they soon left without doing a thing, without attacking. It seemed that Zeph was right, they seemed incompetant and not worth bothering with. All the better since Trilla didn't feel like going to that place again*

Eecheb: ~_~ Mmn.

*Fenton was a strange creature and it felt rather strange when it wiggled atop Eecheb's head. His eyes twitch a bit in an annoyed fashion, after which he stands and shakes like a wet dog to remove Fenton from his perch. The sound of several things falling are heard from back in the kitchen where Micha was, the boy was up to something. One last thump of something is heard falling a few seconds later*

Trilla: <.< | Will Zeph fight them if they come here?

*A simple question, would a fighter of the citadel do battle with the enemy if they ever showed up at the citadel doorstep. To such a simple answer question, Zenogais would just as easily be able to answer. At least Trilla's questions had been relatively easy thus far*

Eecheb: ~_~ Ya, I'm coming... maybe Micha got squished.

*Following the sound to the source would yield an interesting scene. Flour was everywhere, that was apperently what had fallen and at least one of the bags had split open and let its contents into the air and all over the kitchen. Micha wasn't far, infact he was less than three feet away with his back facing to Fenton and Eecheb. Something appeared to be in Micha's hand, and it was leading up to his mouth, though what it was exactly wouldn't be seen until he tourned around. Maybe it was a petrified pastry like out front, in which case he probably wouldn't like it*

Micha: . . .

Trilla: 4laugh whee

*Well that was an interesting response as any, but Zenogais had made Trilla smile again. He'd fight and win? What was better then that? Zeph was there to protect the citadel, and he'd fight who ever Mastema sent him after, all those bad people who'd continually want to cause trouble*

Eecheb: <.< ?

*As the flour started to settle some, Micha would turn around and look down to the small hacking Fenton. Then seen in the corner of Micha's mouth would be a full icing bag, which Micha seemed to be slowly chewing on*

Micha: . . . ?

*About three minutes would pass before Trilla spoke up again, though this time it was an invitable question*

Trilla: <.< | Zeph? Why did that big thing call you Alpha?

*Micha would continue chewing on the icing bag, it was ued for decorating baked goods. So that's where they were, a bakery! It made sense now, the first three letters that Eecheb could see from outside*

Eecheb: <.< ?? | What's-- | =_= | Wait, never mind... Why do I bother asking, when I know you don't talk...

Micha: . . .