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Siat lifted his hand to his mouth and coughed into it awkwardly. It was only now that he realised how ill-prepared he probably was. The only weapons he had on him was a basic knife in his backpack (which he didn't even bring along for combat purposes) and the metal gauntlets he had hidden under the bandages on his arms.

"Huuuuuuh..."

He sighed quietly to himself.

"So... uh... I'm Siat."

His eyes moved around slightly.

And if Sakura assumed, even for a moment, that no one would follow her out she was probably right.

Wait, what?

The brow went back up again, but Kalis didn't say anything. He just turned his eyes back to Siat, whom he had by this point figured fought without anything. Since they'd said the guy was a fighting type, hadn't they? And he wasn't carrying anything. All that crazy magicy stuff hadn't even gotten into Kalis' head yet.

It would have been interesting to see if he could get a look at how those skinny Eastern swords were supposed to be used from Owle's brother- assuming he'd be fighting with them "right" and not butchering the style because he could stick some voodoo in there with it, or bastardizing it for personal preference like Kalis did. Looking at that he was supposedly related to Owle... yet lacking scales or wings, he assumed, with yet another color of hair, he was probably more likely to do something wierd than "normal" but, eh.

"I've been going by Kalis Acineres," he allowed back with a crooked nod of the head. "Though I think we've already done introductions."

Kalis, for his part, probably looked more prepared than he was. Cooly relaxing, with his clothes sloppily pulled together, and his gear precisely strapped over top. The sword over his back was a Western style blade, not unusual except that is was particularly long. Well, it's hilt was, anyhow. The blade itself was probably more a long one hand blade or short two hand blade's length. His gauntlets were steel topped and had a thick duster over the knuckle, but the hand itself was leather, not metal. His boots had some sort of external metal plating, it was clear, and he had knife and a pack at his waist. Though this was all in lue of some sort of magical abilities, or equipment, or a gun or something. That being the case... he probably could have used some full steel gauntelts and a breastplate on top of what he had, at the least.

Owle sighed, a little despairingly, but when he thanked her she twisted her mouth into a smile. Faint though it was, it was genuine.

"Yeah...anytime."

It didn't take a mind reader to see how nervous she was, to notice that she hated the thought of doing this. But she was doing it, and that was the important thing, if you got right down to it.

"I guess I'll go...fall asleep, then," she said hesitantly, the notion still sounding strange in her mind. Her hand reached for the knob, then turned and pushed open the bathroom door.

If Sun didn't have anything more to say, she'd step out into the room, march the few steps to her bed with a grim determination, and collapse onto the covers.

"Is everybody ready...?"

She didn't doubt that they would be; subconsciously, Owle was just trying to delay the inevitable.

Siat took hold of the bandages attached to his left hand and fiddled with them. After a second or two, there was a metallic snap and locking sound. He tensed his fist, curling and uncurling his fingers multiple times as if getting a new sense of feeling in them. Satisfied, he nodded and ran a hand through his hair.

Ready. "Ready."

((sorry to hold up the works guys))

Sun would be waiting patiently, arms folded behind his head, watching Owle. But soon, as things seemed to crawl by, waiting for an answer and everyone talking, he'd shift from one foot to another, and finally...


Finally...probably after she'd answered Kalis,

He'd knock Owle out, by way of a staff over the head.

Okay...maybe he'd not been that patient.

Since Owle didn't sleep with anyone in the room that often, it wasn't likely that anyone would get to see what was happening, almost the moment Owle was unconscious. The bracelet glowed again, but this time it seemed to be melting off of Owle's wrist and sliding to the ground as if it had a life of it's own.

One piece lifted as if it was, perhaps one of Owle's snakes, looked at the others in the room, and then nodded in affirmation, thinning out and lifting even further into the sky, it's movements like grand silver scribbles. It made loops, and twirls and where ever it went, a strange metal like object would foolow in it's trail until it formed a sleek, almost elven gate over her bed.

The 'gate' then began to move sliding down Owle's bed, but when it passed Owle was still there, although she was now also inside what appeared to be a bubble, in a place that was clouded around with smoke and shadows. But there was no way to tell that Owle had gone anywhere, since her body remained 'sleeping' on the bed.

However, the little 'snake' that was Owle's bracelet seemed to realize that the group as a whole would not know this, and nodded to them to pass through, as it made it's way back to Owle's wrist. It was up to them whether to take it.

But if take it they did, they would find themselves in that same bubble as Owle, the shadows pressing in on the bubble of energy as if an oppressive force. If you look closely, you could just catch a pair of angry eyes here, or a claw trying to reach in there. It seemed there had been a bubble of protection around Owle, protecting her from these nightmares.

Siat frowned.

Frowned and placed a hand on top of Kalis' bicep, gently pulling his fist-arm down.

"Relax."

Siat thought it wasn't a major tactical decision for this guy to attack Sunstrike, whilst leaving himself to simply donkey-punch the guy into oblivion, so Kalis could be forgiven.

The gate was just kinda weird, though.

"You go in first."

He shook Kalis' arm insistently.