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The faint knock on the door made Maddie jump, despite the calming words she'd spoken. With a glance at Niteshade, who was watching the boy intently as he drew, she went to the door. She peaked through the spy-hole and saw the black haired, blue eyed storyteller from the roulette table.

"It's her," she told Niteshade. She opened the door. "Hello. If you mean no harm, you are welcome. Please, come in."

Sapphira sighed as she opned the door. Seeing the boy, she smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, nobody followed me." She reached into her jacket pocket and found her father's book. Appearantly, she had plunked it into her pocket when she was getting ready. She smoothed out a few dog-eared pages and flipped through it once more. She smiled a subtle smile. "This is my father's journal. He was a wonderful writer, but no storyteller..." She paused as she flopped down into a chair. "H-he died when I turnd three... I only have this to remember him by." Her voice concealed most of the pain behind it. She flipped a couple more pages into it and frowned. "What the heck...?" She squinted at the page she had turned to. "I thought I shredded this just half an hour ago..." Fear gripped her heart again. She was staring at the same pictur she had ripped out. The jagged edges were nowhere to be seen. "That's weird." Again, she ripped it out and stared at it. "Does this dude look familliar to any of you?" she said as she laid the page on the bed. There was that accurate picture of the British Ishmael guy again, in the same pose as before. Bowing slightly with his hat in his hand, smiling at the viewer, in the same outfit she had seen him in before.

Sapphira scratched her head. "What I find strange is that I ripped this same picture out earlier and tossed it into the paper shredder..." She shrugged as she picked up a grilled cheese to chew on. "Well... Maybe I could tag along? Appearently, you guys aren't the only ones the British idiot is chasing... Besides, I have a lot of money in the banks... My grandfather was rich... Appearently..." she faded.

Niteshade watched as Ura started drawing and Maddie's story for good feelings. When he finished with the drawing, he smiled and thanked Ura for the drawing. Then Sapphirianna was there knocking. He worked out some things to possible say based on the items in the room if needed, as any good story had to have a good basis in reality. Also, he tended towards the elemental-side it would seem from his dreams. Let's see there was obviously electricity in here, water in the pipes all around in the walls, as well as the wind and such outside with the storm remnants.

Sapphirianna seemed to not be hostile right now, so he leaned back and relaxed a bit until she brought out the drawing of Ishmael. "Damn that b*****d gets around", he thinks to himself. If he was a more sadistic person, he could try to story Ishmael into a gruesome demise... but he wasn't. He just wanted to live his life without all these complications, but to do that he'd have to figure out just what was going on and what story he was already caught in the middle of.

The food arriving pulled him from his thoughts and the philly cheese was just right. He smiled at Maddie saying, "Thanks", and began to eat. Niteshade hadn't noticed how hungry he was till he took the first bite and then proceeded to devour the sandwich in under ten bites. Maddie's presence next to him helped the 'warmth' and 'peaceful' feelings flow as he puzzled over the picture in Sapphirianna's journal. Luckily the food and company helped push the tiredness back to the recesses of his mind. He could sleep once they were in-flight.

Did he just see an eye blink in the drawing?! Grabbing the picture he stood up and wadded it into a ball then went and flushed it down the toilet. He just remembered seeing some other pictures where eyes had moved of their own accord in a drawing. Maybe it was some power of Ishmael's to be able to see through the drawings or something. Coming back to the room to the others stare he replies, "I saw one of it's eye's blink, and it sparked a memory of seeing that in another drawing before. Just want to be sure that cagey SOB isn't somehow spying through it on us."

"So," Maddie heaved an exasperated sigh. "To sum up, it's six am in Vegas, and this is an unofficial meeting of the storytellers guild. So far we know that our words and pictures have supernatural powers, including but not limited to the manipulation of individuals, inanimate objects and the element of chance, as well as covert surveillance via illustrations. Furthermore, there is a man with a wonky accent who wants our abilities or power-journals or both. Or maybe even more." She shuddered at the thought and then continued, "Niteshade and I are on our way to Ireland for several reasons. One, to put an ocean between the evil S-o-B and us. Two, to see if there's any more information about our powers with some of my relatives. You both are welcome to join us, but I have to warn you, I can't guarantee anyone's safety or even their return trip home. "

She looked around at the small group of talented individuals. What an odd conglomeration they were.

Sapphira nodded. "I would be most honored to join you. Besides, Vegas gets boring after living your whole life there. I'm in." She smiled and took another bite of her sandwich.

((Gotta go! school..))

Ura thought for a moment. Then he said slowly, looking for the words. "I. Got, a...folder?" He stoped for a second and thought. "We-with, my name Ura and birth information on blue and shiroi, err white paper and nihongo-japanses pass booklet...if you need, dey did not be burning in fire". He relised that this was the first time he had ever talked about the fire, as he called it...and he felt...numb. Then he asked, "Why I need new clothes and what is...carrier, and vaccinations..I can carrie Neko-kun! He is older then me! He my Ojiisan neko!" He smiled. But some how he still felt like crying.

"My cothes is clean! and why I bring papers...? I no know how to read. Oh! I is being rude! I sorry!" he bowed. "But my cothes is clean..I clean them last....." He thought. "Umm, not long go". He smiled big and noded, looking over his muddy clothes. "I go back to my house..I live in house over there." he pointed. "I be back soon!...Ummm I don't know which my ...papers? Oh and 3 is green".