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"Bloody hell--Gyp--are you alright? What's wrong?"


Gyp didn't get much of a chance to answer Angela's question, as he found himself preoccupied with whatever was happening with his charge; in his panic, one of the less reasonable parts of his mind was urging him to go find whatever the hell was going on with Nimue and Sin, but he squashed the idea accordingly. The next moment, he started and forgot all about her as what little of his powers flickered to life, and he got the vague picture of Angela in front of him and the familiar surge of lighting hit the vohr...before going toward them. He wasn't sure how much energy he could handle hitting him as he was nowhere near as strong as he was before....that happened, but it didn't matter much anyway as she knocked him over with a shout.

Everything went back to black as the lighting ended, except this time.... he had a very female body lying atop him, and was not about to complain. He also squashed these thoughts down.

He felt his face warm slightly as he felt her lean against him exhaustedly, but sat up straight so he could prop her up better.

"Today completely sucks." He nodded weakly into the darkness as he felt the adrenaline drain away...then noticed, or rather felt, Angela's shoulder twitch slightly.

"Is your shoulder okay? We could get Nim to--s**t. Where is she?" He almost twitched to get up, then thought better of it. He awkwardly pulled her a little closer to him so that she was lying back to back with him.

"Sorry, I'd better stay here for a bit. Thanks for helping me." He said with a surprisingly sincere grin. He was surprised he had the energy for it.

[So...are the vohr all dead now? Lightning hit one and Chee supposedly mauled the other?]

[[I thought bone-dog took out one near Gyp...unless the post didn't take >.<]]

Zen came out, now that the nasty things who hadn't taken to diplomacy were gone. His instinct was to run to the weird girl, but he remembered her strange flaming habit and let Gyp take care of that instead.
He had seen Angela throw out her shoulder, so that was what Zen chose to address first.
He plopped down on the ground, closed his eyes and crossed his legs. Feeling his energy working like he remembered, he touched Angela's mind with his own, just enough to politely ask for a temporary bond.

I am pretty sure I can...
His mouth didn't move, but a bit of an arrogant declaration came from him to Angela. He didn't move when she was shaking him either.
Zen made the connection, and could immediately feel the pain in her shoulder. As if it was his own, he began moving his own energy through their link to the site of injury. While patching things up, he had a hard time concentrating. He had a lot on his mind, but it was more or less the woman's power making it hard to control the flow of energys.

He grumbled mentally, figuring what had happened was a slip into something else having nothing to do with what he had planned. Energy was now going both ways instead of from him to her, and he was trying to correct it to no avail.... at least the damn shoulder was healing as a result....

Zensekai had no idea where the memory had come from, but he saw it clearly. Angela still remembered the feel of the metal chair, and the anguish and now he did too.
He remembered it from somewhere else... long ago.
Of course, the memory popped into his mind too fast to close off the link before it was sent across.


He was running tile, dark and cold halls. The power was off, they had been attacked, the whole castle. He had to get to the Shrine of the Gate of Avalon, to restore power. He had to find his sister, it took two to use the cursed Gate.

Zen ran, some green cloak about him. He had just come from a press conference, he was cut off from his warriors when some of the ceiling collapsed. Finally, he got to the door.

He began ripping at the seals that lit the door, bending them out of his way with a wave of his hand.... only to discover the seals had been bent already....
"Oh good Alcamede must be in there already." Was a relieving thought.
He stepped inside the room. Torches lit, and the omnious Gate of Avalon watching him in the back of it on it's uplifted platform.
It only took a few steps inside and up the ramp that lead to the Gate to notice a seepage of blood down the rails of the torches. Off in a corner, in the gate's shadow was a red and black mass.

The black was over the red. the smell of blood all over both of them.

"Who's there!?" Shouted an animalistic masculine sound.
Zensekai was entirely speechless at the sight. Blood was all over the murals on the walls and the carvings on the stairs.
The black figure seperated, also covered in blood. And it rose up, it's back to him.
Zen looked down, trying to make out who was bleeding. He starred, unable to see a shape of a person left... a woman? He starred a bit longer, while the black figure stood tall.
there were feathers on the ground, they were red with an eye of yellow and blue and glossy colors.... Just like the ones Alcamede always wore.
The black monster turned to face him, it was just a man. It was one whom he knew, long black hair, black hood, black tunic. And blood all over it's face.

"Shame, if I had known his majesty would be here, I wouldn't have filled up on that whore." The person who was once Zen's friend shouted at him, like a wild creature.
The same sense of betrayal had filled the red head from crown to toe, as it finally dawned on him that his sister was the pool of red liquid on the Shrine's floor.
The Gate of Avalon looked on, flames flickering on it in a fit of maddness, it watched, as it always did.... cold, firey, and terrible.


With that, Zen opened his eyes, feeling someone sobbing on his shoulder. He tried to keep a stern face... to keep from having to explain anything to the others.

Seeing that the battle was over, Inutai collapsed to a sitting position, still craddling his arm in pain. His ears were laid back, his tail between his legs. All in all, he wasn't enjoying himself. But if one took a look at Inutai's arm, it was perfectly fine. The skin was still intact, no bruising, no nothing. Physically, there was nothing wrong with him, yet Inutai was, no doubt, still in pain.

Toshi knelt beside Inutai and patted his head softly with his good arm. That Vohr had bit into his left arm (the same arm that Inutai was feeling pain in), and it was now bleeding. He didn't mind one bit, as this pain was only trivial. He'd suffered through worse, so this felt like a mild stinging sensation. However, due to their. . . connection, his companion was suffering worse than he was. "Just try to not let it get to you."

Inutai just whimpered in response.