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"Yer as spunky as Shakespeare, Willie." Raphael remarked, walking to the abbey's open doors. He chuckled to himself when he thought of his friend joining up with them. Not in a million years... "Ah don't know about that. We'll see what happens when we get thare." This could prove disasterous. "Ah know how tae handle this." Raphael muttered quietly in the high ceilinged entrance hall.

Rapahel watched William go at his ardous task for a bit longer before growing bored. About half an hour had probably passed, going by the time on the towering clock tower, and he wasn't quite done even then. He yawned loudly in the warm and peaceful afternoon, pacing idly in a wide circle around William's worksite. "Ach, yer takin' long." He stopped his rounds after a while, remarking, then went over to silent Fatum. "If ye don't mind, Ah think Ah'm goin' tae go ahead and notify my friend of yer coming." Taking no time at all, he clambered hand over hand up the side of Fatum, standing calmly on the side instead of in the seat to enjoy the cool breeze high up. "Won't take too long tae get thare an' back. Maybe ye'll be done then?" He chuckled lightheartedly and sat down in the comfortable seat, moving Fatum off through the slightly crowding up streets to his friend's place. "Just wait for me, or try an' find me if ye get done and ready!" He called back down.

Zeke grumbled quietly to himself when he found nothing left of William and Raphael. There were only a set of deep tracks, suggesting a heavily loaded cart. The trip to and from the gypsy camp had taken longer than he'd anticipated. He was eager to make up for lost time, so he got back on the road, following the tracks. Since Aishe had lost her power for the time being, Zeke had nothing but his wits to rely on, in tracking lil' Willie. He smiled slyly when he found a previously overlooked clue, upon a second sweep of the area. It was a torn fragment of a bank note, originating from a certain city: Canterbury. Zeke didn't know where William was going, but he knew where he'd been. He headed to Canterbury, hoping to find a new lead.

Deciding that Xander was taking too long, William lashed together a few ill-gotten horses, and began driving them down the road towards the next town. He had everything secure and hidden...the cart appeared to only carry straw. William even adopted the persona of a lowly peasant farmer, complete with perfectly faked English vernacular accent. Halfway between the two towns, he met Rahael, on his way back into Essex.
"Hullo, there! And where might you be headin', like?" he called in jesting to the spectacled man. "Well, what's the verdict?"

William removed the straw hat that obscured his face and gave a sly smile.
"No, I assumed you'd know who I was. Just practicing my diction, my friend. Well, what do your friends say?"

Raphael let out a good natured laugh and patted William hard on the shoulder. "There's more tae it then diction! But yer on the right path." He lead William to the building, gesturing that he should lead his cart through the half opened doors and the dimness inside. "Mah friend's actually out right now. But his sis is nice enough tae let us in for a bit." "I heard that! Get in already so I can close it up!" Raphael laughed again, wiping a tear away from his mirth.

Leon's face lit up as he saw Raphael and his partner come back to the shop and closed it up for the night. 'Now I have to think of a way to introduce myself to them and convince them to recruit me.' Leon thought as he looked out the window of the hotel room that he rented for the night. He then decided to call it a night by getting in bed and falling asleep.

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"As you wish, Master." William bowed mockingly. Perhaps I shouldn't tell him that I killed my last master. He opened his watch and glanced at it again, despite the fact that he couldn't see a thing in the dark. He shuffled about clumsily, and bumped right into Xander. His nose collided hard with Raphael's shoulder.
"Aw, shite!" he exclaimed as he felt hot blood running around his lips and down his chin.

"Why? Because, like me, he has possession of a very special power, which he unwittingly stole. If he ever even realizes that he has this power, then we're finished." Yes, William Baxter Cruxely II was in possession of the Evil Eye, just like Aishe. But he had no idea. In Aishe and William's world, there once existed a primal energy source, forged by the Earth herself to guard against dangers that threatened the planet itself. The Romani people, some of them being descended from the keepers of this power, split it into five parts; four of them represented the classical elements, fire, water, earth, and air. Aishe carried the power of Earth, which was passed on through a special ritual and only active when the user's bare skin was in contact with the ground. The fifth and most powerful element, aether, was carried by none other than William. It could only be passed by spilt blood, and William had taken it by mistake when he murdered its previous keeper, Mr. Harland the watchmaker. Aishe felt something foreign, something uneasy from Raphael...but she didn't yet know if he, too, possessed a portion of the Evil Eye. Time would tell.