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"We?" Heswina asked softly as she continued to walk. If not for the fact she had walked closer her voice sould have been drowned out in the gentle grating of metal plates against each other and the chime of chain links tapping against the plate prision they were confined in. "Who said anything about a we? You can get into the Citadel if you want, I just want that b*****d's head on a silver platter." Initial rage subsiding Heswina continued forward until she'd be standing parallel with Xol, a good ten feet seperating the two.

Much like Xol she did not like it when things deviated from their set coarse in her plans, and Xol was not part of her initial plan. She half expected him to be off ******** like a rabbit on viagra. At very least she had hoped to avoid her one time lover, not because she feared him. Oh no she had absolutely no reason to be afraid of Xol...but rather she just did not want to deal with him. He was no longer worth the effort that would be used to contain or destroy him.

Drawing a deep breath she exhaled her luke warm puff of steam. Xol can do as he wished, but she had to do this! Nothing to lose and everything to gain...she would not be stopped.

A small twing blinged against the inside of Xol's barriers and Heswina's smiled at something that could not be seen. The heat didn't seem to effect her any more visually then it effected Xol, and she made the slow slide of her foot look like her idea rather then been forced by Xol's little temper tantrum. "So tell me," Heswina said in a calm voice, a startling contrast against the raging malestrom of hatred she had just been earlier, "Had we not tried to kill each other, would we have been happy?" Her armored fingers drumed against the leather binding of her sword's handle as she stared into the glossy barrier, watching herself dance upon the light. Her small smile hadn't flickered away as she spoke, instead it seemed to make the smile all the more true.

Xol was cunning, more so then people gave him credit for, but in comparison to Heswina he was still just a brute. A tenth of her mind could work circles around Xol while she whooed and charmed every man from here to the end of time. Not really waiting for Xol to answer her first question Heswina glanced over at him, half her face hidden behind her blond bangs, "I'm getting old, don't hold as much sway as I once had. What do you think? Think I'm getting too old to be charming men to throw themselves at my feet?"

She smiled and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. "Who's looking? I've already found them." The confindent tone in her voice, the steeled look in her eyes, and that half smirk. If she was bluffing she was doing one hell of a job looking completely smug about not being able to crack Xol's little barriers.

The reason she had not stopped and waited for Xol to answer her first question was because she actually didn't want to know. To her Xol's and her relation extended to the battle field only. They would side if they needed, but they were enemies.

Her armor wavered, almost like an illusion with too little thought to it, and began to flicker away. First her gauntlets, pauldrons, torque, breastplate, greaves, and finally her boots. Goose bumbs pebbled her bare skin as a second illusion wrapped itself around her. Black strands of faberic sprouted from no where, weaving and wrapping themselves around her body. The neck of her shirt to be fit tightly around her throat and continued that skin tight pattern down to her flat, scarred, stomach where it abruptly stopped. Her pants, on the other hand, were a bit more free flowing, the legs flapping against the gentle night's breeze. She was fairly sure Xol could make her body out against the night's darkness with the moon and the barrier to both provide a sort of glow, but she honestly didn't care. He had already spoke his conclusion with her...

...but he was lieing.

Heswina smiled and started after Xol. Her voice, sweetened honey, ringing voicelessly upon Xol's ears. "Silence then." Again a small twing blinged against the inside of Xol's barriers as Heswina withdrew her presence from his mind. Only she did not withdraw out, instead she went deeper in and just vanished. She was there, only she was not there in a physical sense as she would have done last time. Xol was still bound to her, locked forever in a bind the very second he desided to touch her, to kiss her, to love her. He was there, forever, in a small bundle in the back of her mind, and she was forever there, locked in Xol's twisted and battered mind, only she wasn't really there.

The truth was she had no real purpose of the clothes, sure they were more comfortable then the armor, but she wanted to know, had to see it for herself. When she saw KB she'd revert back to her armor, but for now she enjoyed the chill against her flesh. If she was cold she made no mention of it, and the thin material of her clothes showed nothing that might reveal any discomfort to the temperature.

She let her mind wander breifly, wondering just why she was here. Why was she not ripping Xol to peices? Why wasn't she trying to tear down the Citadel's grand tower? Why was she so gung-ho on killing KB? And where the hell was that god damn machine, Zenogais?!

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Huu~ Perhaps you're right. I can't go burning myself out on the first day.

*A small sigh would escape Nana's lips as she was sat back down on the bed. She really was feeling the burn in her muscles, by now. This "potion" that Mastema spoke of that could help her in her sleep, along with the muscle treatment via her own natural electrical field would be greatly appriciated. Now all Nana really had to do was wait for Mastema to produce, said potion to drink before going to sleep. Just how long she would remain asleep depended on either Mastema, or how loud the citadel's soon to be "guests" were, once inside*

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Hnn.

*Nana would take the flask in her hands, cupping it gently. Though she knew not what the liquid was, she trusted Mastema. Sighing again Nana would move over on the bed a little, and then close her eyes and tilt back the flask to her lips. Once all of the liquid inside was gone, Nana would offer the flask back to Mastema to take. She'd start preparing to sleep shortly after, and would smile at Mastema before resting her head back onto her pillow. Nana's eyes would focus on Mastema after that, staring with a sort of glee flickering in the backs of them. He was being very supportive, and it was appriciated more than he knew. Nana would probably continue to watch Mastema for a time, until she finally passed into sleep, after which the liquid could do its job, and Mastema could get back to taking care of things*

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::Tyrsais could now be detected entering the Citadel area. He was approaching slowly from the southeast. Although this was normal for him, he did not normally take as much time. Obviously today he was in no hurry to get inside.::

*The knock was enough to draw the children's attention. Looking to the door with curiosity, they'd next hear Mastema's voice. He was right as always. There were still questions about what Eecheb had experienced, and they probably had several questions for Mastema to answer. KB was outside of the barrier now, and those he could sense three souls, due to whatever power Mastema held over the citadel, KB wouldn't be able to tell where they were exactly. Trilla and Eecheb hadn't received much in the way of sleep, so they were not as alert as they would be otherwise. Micha hadn't had a chance to fall asleep, due to the interuptions, but maybe after all of this all three of them could finally rest in peace as it were. No doubt if something happened while they were asleep, they'd be teleported up once floor for protection, and likely never know unless one of them awoke and alerted the others. For now however all eyes were fixed on Mastema; Trilla would yawn briefly*

Eecheb: .__.,

Trilla: --.--

Micha: . . .