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Sister Prude, as the demon samurai called the woman who had been given the task of keeping him safe, had remained motionless beneath the steady stream of water to the point that a passerby could confuse her for a contemporary addition to the fountain. She remained serene, her face expressionless save for a peaceful glow that had taken over. And she would have remained in the state of 'bliss' had it not been for Bagel who cut off her concentration.

"Pardon?" She asked, not bothering to open her eyes at first. At the lack of a proper answer, the young woman had no choice but to tilt her torso a bit forward as to move her face from the aquatic assault. Riplets of water ran along that alabaster flesh as if they were miniature rivers across her forehead, eyes, nose and mouth. Slowly did she blink her eyes open, only to shut them once more when the water blurred her vision. The beggar boy was talking to her.

"What about my veil?" As she spoke this second time, she wiped her face dry with a hand and opened her eyes in time to see what the young man was up to. Never before had she seen God's gifts be used in such a fashion -- she'd heard of His gifts being used in that manner, sure, and even worked side-by-side with healers of all sorts but never before in her short life had she *ever* been a witness to it. "I must say, you are quite the blessed young man."

What had happened to her fury? Or better yet, why was she not paying attention to the demon she was a keeper to? Sister Raven reached out for the veil with tentative hands until the garment was cradled betwixt her fingers. She studied it for a moment and then offered the boy one of her bright smiles. "You shouldn't have bothered....but I thank you."

Again she was caught in the middle of a word, only this time a faint 'ohm' accompanied the soft 'o' of her lips. Black-fringed eyes shifted in the demon's direction only to fall upon the titan. "Oh, stupid temperamental child... if it hadn't been for your tantrum, I would've had the demon right where I wanted him."

What, the sudden lack of action had been a ruse all along? Of course! It was called reverse psychology. Bakemono loved working up Sister Prude to the point in which she'd give chase.. and he made it difficult for her to catch him. It was a constant game of cat and mouse with those two. If she refused to chase, it meant she was really upset and Bakemono, being the good little dumb boy he was, would have felt guilty. That would have made him get dressed, seek Sister Prude out like a dog with a tail between his legs and begged forgiveness.

Well, not really. It would have made him gone and tease her some more but he would've gotten close enough to where she could have caught him without breaking a sweat.

Sister Raven shook her head sadly and turned her attention to the boy who had so graciously unsoiled her veil. "Forgive my rudeness, as I am sure I have behaving no better than an ignorant bufoon-- my name is Sister Raven Paravincini, demon slayer -- and keeper-- of El Mandatum Lumen Sancti. And what is your na--"

Again she would have said more had it not been for Bakemono's rude banter. Unable to contain herself, Raven turned her attention toward the demon once more and spoke: "Oh, don't worry, Baka, as I have no intention of lifting a finger in this case. It serves you right as this is one mess I absolutely refuse to save your nude hide out of."

Lies.

Both Raven and Bakemono knew she was lying in this case-- as it was in her contract to the Vatican that the no harm was to come to the demon unless otherwise ordered. The question was: just how long was the young novice to keep out of battle, considering it was not just Bakemono's safety at hand, but also of other innocents.

Bagel was pleased to hear his talents were a blessing. It wasnt somethign he heard to often. mostly it was a bit of shoutign due to the fact aht what he attempted to repair was not in its proper order and sometimes not in its proper color. Transmutaion, often confused with alchemy was a very strict art . It was a natural ability gifted by ones heritage and often discovered by accident. It was difficult adn any deviation in the concentration of the mind and something would become amiss. To preform a transmutation one would need to havea clear mental vision of what they wanted to create from somehtign they needed to be in contact with directly. A young [person who tried to transmutate a peice of metal into a spoon , shape altering, whilst wearign a glove would end up with a spoon shaped peice of cloth. physical contact was imperative. A more adept could however do more then alter shape or color..but even alter the actual material it was made of ..or int eh case of multiple peices merely need to tap into the items "memory" and restore it into its original form. A true master however could transmute the very air ito solid object, a feat that required much concentrationa nd much energy. he source fo the energy. humorusly, was from a persons own physical energy. often leaving the Caster drained and hungry.

Bagel, having just eaten, felt almost no ill effect at this simple casting. a slight dizzy spell that quickly passed. Bagel smiled at Sister Raven. "Your welcome milady, but more so this is my thanks for the basket of fruit." Concluding his sentance bagel noticed her attention was elsewere. Not one to interupt bagel stood there still waiting for attention again. As much as he disliked to be ignored his passive nature would cause him to humbly wait. and given the level of hispatience he would probably shrug it off and go about his way.Still bagel felt compeled to make his apology known so he remained at the fountain and continued to watch the pandemoniom that was unfolding.

He eyed up th situation. the demon making almost a sport of what wa going on , and the infuriated giant giving chase. the very weight of his armour disrupting hte neatly layed cobblestone. It may be possible thatbagel could use htis disrupted architecture as a practice casting a mendign transmutation ona large scale. The more practice teh stronger one got. It was all abotu endurance and the storing of energy. As a caster practiced their bopdy became used to holdign more reserves of energy asnd then beign able to handle the large amount being evacuated quickly. The road to advanced levels were often paved with many blackouts and fits of crippling hunger. But the levels of masterhood could be obtained it would be most rewarding. A possible position for the lordship to mend the many problems in the city.

But abgel wanted more actually. He wanted to try to acheive somethignt hat hadnt been done with transmutation, and alchemey had only barley scratched the surface of. Transmutation of the human body. For the purpose of health and longevity. A hard road to travel without getting corrupted.

practice makes perfect

((blah a breif explanation on transmutation as I had thought of it before I ever saw Full Metal))

"Lucky b*****d!" Bakemono knew all too well that the giant's actions were definetly not of skills. The bulky figure before him had only luck on his side. Bakemono shot a glare of irritation, and perhaps a little jealousy up at the giant before him. "For being so innocent and downright stupid, he had to have ******** Lady Luck good to not kill so many people." Bakemono thought aloud, such crude words likely to upset the giant even more.

However, the change in the heat was something Bakemono had not yet noticed. He was a demon, after all, and one doesn't forget how hot the hells are. He'd seen many a person play the hells off as if they were nothing - however experiencing it first hand Bakemono understood that it as not a plain to joke about. It was a place for suffering, not roasting yourself in the heat. s**t, he didn't like hell, why else would he be trying to return to the light!?

Red eyes locked on sapphire pools, Bakemono knew that the giant would pounce soon. However, Bakemono's supercomputer (Brain) began to process the information being handed to him, and what should be a successful tactic popped up behind wide red eyes. The giant had luck, but Bakemono had skill. Any trained samurai of apprentice rank to master could tell you that the point of the samurai's technique was not flashy sword fights - instead the reason they spent so long developing their techniques was to in the fight in one strike.

Bakemono remained close to his opponet this time around leaping back just far enough to escape the blade and rubble that would be caused by the crushing blow delivered to the ground below the giant. Bakemono needed to see how the giant used his sword, and for good reason. Bakemono needed to see where the blade most commonly made contact, so that he could judge the weakest point on the blade. No matter how well a blade is made, there is always a weak point - most commonly near the base of the sword where the most stress is delivered. Too hard to bend, the sword only tries to break. Never successfiul in doing so - the durability erodes. This was especially true with the giant who wildly swung his sword about. Such a strong man is likely to have a tired sword even if he'd been in few fights. Bakemono had a good chance of breaking the blade, too, as it should have been getting hot at the 'stress point' because of all the contact with solid surfaces. In other words, Bakemono had a good chance of slicing the sword apart.

Confident that if Bakemono could disarm the bulk before him, and defeat him from that point, Bakemono kept his eyes on the giant but his attention elsewhere. Shouting at the nun once more, Bakemono tossed his free hand into the air - nagging at her. "Oh, yeah, thanks for the help Sister Prude! You could just give me a pill and I'd be able to take this idiot out right here! I'm going to tell on you!" Hah, like bickering siblings!

((Ick, sucky post.))

Wil's description confused the poor merchant, there was no type of magic like that where he came from, all type of magic came from within one's self and with the atoms around them, not another plane. Oh well, Baza would just have to deal with this one in a few seconds, since his ears twitched again, turning his attention to the bubbly Cerise.

People like Cerise always made Baza happy, they were ready to buy anything that was flashy and that matched their outfit. His most prominent customers were fashion designers and whatnot, this fox merchant even made his own clothes and he made them well, without a size too small, especially with those golden scissors and needle...

With every item the pink girl made, the fox merchant was closer and closer to feeling a tear of joy in his right eye, oh how he loved selling things! As she was almost done with her verbal list, Baza whipped his bag around him, knocking a few merchants back, landing it before him. The bag was simply so huge with many other bags attached to it, soon enough the fox merchant dived into it, all of his upper body going into it, then pulling out what the lady wanted.

He worked at such a speed that it seemed as if he had eight other arms helping him, the stack of feminine items only grew larger, until they were all there. Some items were not exacly how she wanted, and some had a few rubies and diamonds in the shapes of bunnies and other fluffy things, how cute. "That would be 312 gold peices please!" He said automatically, his brain working almost faster than a calculator when it came to prices.

He kept his large smile and curtious pose as he attended Cerise, but soon his mind would alert him of a danger. He glanced back at Wil, not hearing a peep out of him for awhile, not even seeing him move in an attempt to escape form the corner of his greedy eyes. Soon enough he would look at him and notice the paralysed state. He quickly turned to Cerise and said " 'scuse me Madam", then proceded to literally jump on the psychic man.

He checked about every inch of Wil's body, checking his pulse, his temperature, his eyes, his resperation, and even sticking his hands down the elf's pants to see if he could geta reaction. It seemed as though this man was having some sort of mental problem, since his body seemed healthy, but nothing worked! Soon enough, as if he was a doctor, Baza pulled out a vaccine filled with some kind blue liquid. "Don't worry sir, this is a seditive, it'll knock you out" He said that with absolutely no feeling, as if he was some apathetic man killing another with a stealthy technique. Surprisingly enough, the fake doctor was not lying, it would honestly drug Wil into a sleeping state, emaning his psionics would be shut off, as his basic mind settings were set.

My my, it seemed this demon was to proud to just apologize, but it's not as if the titan 'cared' about the situation right, he was too busy being mad. After his vertical slash at the smurai, instead of slashing again, the powerful warrior jabbed the sword till the tip as was at Bakemono's feet. He twisted the blade upwards, turning the cutting side towards the demon, then, he merely advanced with booming steps.

The sword plowed through the stone as if it was snow, It was a slash, but a mere charge with the sword up, the blade facing the rude one. His hands were now holding the hilt as if the blade was on his side, meaning that he had mirrored his hand position from before. Obviously the demon would only side step, jump over, or go backwards, elading the titan somwhere. Either tactic that the demon would use woudl result the titan's blade to be swung at him from under.

The heat eminating from the towering warrior only increased as he did this, usually his opponents tried blocking or even parried his moves, but this one had only been dodging for now, and that only angered the titan even more, he hated not being able to hit something, he felt as if the samurai was just teasing and playing aroudn with him. Those thoughts were only fabricated in the titan's mind, making him even more angry than before, meaning his actions would only speed up, and the heat would rise.

"I AM NOT WEAK!!!" He shrieked in a tremendous voice, making most of the merchants round them hold their heads in pain from the sound. It seemed once mad, he woudl only increase his anger, did this work with his other emotions? Indeed it did, only making this character even more unbalanced than he already was. The merchants had already spread out, most of them leaving the marketplace after being almost killed by the anger of this titan, yet lady luck was always protecting them.

Wil's perspective of the whole event was a little bit different...

From the start his vision was already blackening at the edges as his mind continued to repeat his thoughts of anquish and worry and whatever might have been on Cerises mind at an evergrowing pace, however he had not yet reached the point of losing complete control of his powers before the fox demon blur lunged at him.

He tried to move at that point; he really did, he didnt want to die maimed at the hands of a crazed fox but he couldnt and could only stand their as Baza proceeded to poke and prod him for any reaction at all. Wil's mind couldnt comprehend that Baza was trying to help him however and had lost the ability to hear at the point that Baza pulled the vaccine out.

Thinking it to be his last moments his last thought was one of sadness that here he was, far away from his home and his dream dying at the hands of a merchant who wouldnt let him get away... And he couldnt even breathe.

As with most life and death experiences time seemed to slow down for Wil and his whole life flashed before him each picture unrecognizable to the oxygen and mentally deprived Wil but each stirred a feeling of love and rememberance inside of him... at least when he died he wouldnt die alone.

Looking past the titan, Shainal could see the nude warrior waving his arms about frantically while spouting out a myraid of words that she almost couldn't make a sentence out of. Stay out of it? Pointing to the titan and then to the warrior and then to herself, she pieced together just what it was he was speaking about exactly. Hmph, stay out of this fight? As if I wanted to participate. Shainal took a few steps away from the two of them, making herself comfortable on the ground near the fountain.

She paid no mind to the nun that was apparently...meditating or something along those lines in the water, but kept her gaze on the titan and the warrior. Who knows what had caused this particular scenario to occur? Listening to the string of insults that the warrior was yelling to the giant, Shainals face took on a placid expression.
"I imagine something like that is the cause of this..."
Shainal shook her head. What a rude man! Goddess knows if someone spoke to her that way, she would want to kill them herself.
As the titans face began to swell, growing a stronger crimson color, Shainal began to think that leaving the scene would be a better idea after all. Standing up, she shifted away from the fountain, the titan and of course...although reluctantly, the nude warrior. She was about to go preoccupy herself with something else when she spotted Alex approaching not too far off.

"Ah, look! Jewelry!"

Shainal walked swiftly towards a merchants stand where a girl had been selling several different ornaments of body decorations.
Shainal lifted a few sets of earrings up and pretended to be deeply absorbed in examining them.
"Very nice..Very nice..How much are these??"

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Alexander had spotted Shainal while she was attempting to talk to the giant and watched with relief as she was directed out of harms way. Damnable woman. She was going to be the death of him. He stood from the bench and manuevered his way through the crowds, past the commotion that was the giant and the warrior and followed after his escaping wife.

When she stopped at the merchants shop, he waited aside patiently for her to finish before approaching her. While he stood there, he looked over at the warrior as he attempted to provoke the giant further.
"Hmm..I wonder if he's gone mad.."
Alexander took a thorough look at the warrior then, noting his complete bareness. He concluded then that the man had indeed gone mad. Who was so bold as to walk around the market dressed exactly as they had entered the world? Naked as a jay bird. Alexander looked over to the massive man that was the titan and simply blinked, thinking out loud as Shainal was known to do.
"Big fellow, aren't you..."

((I know it's short, but i'm sleepy and i've got classes in the AM. Until tomorrow. Goodnight. heart ))

((Wil is basically the renegade... he has quite an enormous amount of power... drastically so to the extreme of leveling a city however he cannot control it it or even access it most of the time. His main abilities of norm are his innate ability to read everyones mind and his ability to "Borrow" others psychic powers... For example he was reading his mind with Cherry's powers... this is also prettymuch a pointless reaction of someone who cant control himself because he automatically reads his mind which provokes the reaction you might be watching as we speak...

I hope that eventually Wil can evolve into a potent character but for now I am quite happy with silent, calm, dagger, longsword, and bow wielding Wil whose powers can blow up in the face of allies and enemies alike))