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Sai sense his Movement, but she was too close to move, she closed her eyes for a moment, as she formed a fist with her guanlet hand, as it flared until she felt His finger under her Chin. She opened her eyes as she saw that he was toying with her. She glared right at him, as he spoke. She glanced sideways at him as he felt his eyes on her body briefly. She wasn't sure on what to do, at this point T moved sooner than she had expected, and wasn't able to stall Xol enough so that T may get there first. Sai remained at her spot, the Hounds that Surrounded them Stood at Foot, but yet to show sign of threat. She turned slightly to glance at him fully as he walked away. She was Beaten for Now. As you Wish...

The hounjds that were inside Stood afoot, and growled at the direction of the door , as if they were there to help T. Sai stood at her distance watching T work the roof and Xol at the front door. The hounds that were there with her, glanced up at her, Her gunalet pulsed, sending out a shock wave, not strong, but enough to be felt as it reached the mansion. The hound dashed towards the mansion, at first they looke dlike that were going at Xol, but as they Neared they Leaped and materialized into the walls and appeared into the otherside. they spread out as they covered every inch that they could possible can. Sai gracefully made her way towards the mansion in a soft stroll, admiring the beauty of the Night. Soon enough her body vanished as it appeared behind Xol. In a shift movement she placed her hand on his shoulder to pull him from the door, and if she would succeeed in making him turn she would plant a Kiss on his lips with a soft force.

Draeken gasped suddenly as he felt the presence of Truinthil's clone, Xol, and the three that were newly after him all begin to enter the Mansion. "Light...Now all we need is Mastema and KB and it will be a real party." Muttered Draeken with little amusement in his voice.

OOC: ^^ Didn't realize we'd moved here.

IC: "OhIdohopetherewillbeagooddealofaction!Nothinglikeagoodbattletogetthejuices
flowing!Tellmedeary,willthischaracteryouwishtoapprehendputupagoodfight?"

Pleasant jumps up from Eru's shoulder and pulls her wand out from... somewhere. For a second it seems like she'll be foolish and do some magical girl incantation, but instead adopts a double-fisted grip, looking ready to clobber someone good.

"For once, I agree with the little lady partner. Maybe we need to do a bit of head knocking ourselves yeah?"

Trip just tips his cowboy hat forward a bit and hooks his thumps into his pockets. He's not nearly as overt as Pleasant, but the way he stands promises far far more.

So both Truinthil and Xol had made it into the mansion. From his hiding place, Z could see Xol's shock at Sairys' kiss. He, too, was taken a little off guard. That act only confirmed his suspicoins; though Sairys and Xol where on opposite sides of the battle, they had a history of attraction. And that attraction was still there. Or so he assumed.

He drew in a deep breath, then reluctantly shifted his gaze from the mansion. Back to the task at hand. He had to find a way in. He noticed others now. Blurred forms obscured by shadows and darkness. He wouldn't have known who they where, anyway.

Z looked back to Sairys and the mansion. Maybe if he simply walked up to the woman and explained his purpose for being here, she would let him in. He certainly wasn't up to the task of breaking in himself. There where to bviously too many spells of protection for him to break through.

Another deep breath, and a decision made. Giving another caustious glance in the direction of the others, he stood and moved into the open. He wanted to approach Sairys openly and without hostility.

Now past the gates, Z paused a few yards from the mansion door and a little to one side. He hesitated. He wasn't sure what he would say, or how he would get her to listen to him. She had more important things to worry about at the moment. he glanced inside, barely able to make out Xol through the dust, then back to Sairys.

It suddenly seemed a good idea for him to hold back and wait to see what she does. Suppose, if he interupted with his minor story, it would disrupt whatever plans she had for stopping Xol.

But it was already too late. He'd made his move and was now out in the open. He figured she would probably notice him, perhaps stop him and demand to know who he was and why he was here. Z was unsure of how to proceed.

After several intense minutes of waiting, Dawn's own impatience finally got the best of him as he glanced back at Misu quickly. "I'm going to head in and see what's going on. I'd tell you to stay behind for your own safety, but honestly I know better. So just stay close, all right?" Flashing her a small smile he quickly yet silently moved over towards the entranceway which had just been decimated by the one man, noting two figures standing by the door at the moment, one male one female. He would come to a stop on the front steps looking up at the scene before him, his hand having come up to rest on his nagamaki's hilt.

He watched the two people for a moment, noting the hounds surrounding the interior of the building, as well as feeling but not seeing a third presence. Figuring it would be best to simply speak up, rather than force them to notice him, he calmly adressed the two before him. "Pardon my intrusion. Is there something going on here?" he asked calmly yet curiously, figuring if that didn't get their attention then there was no hope of doing so....

Damn her! Why did she torment him so? His lust for her at the moment was ridiculous and here she was practically saying, "Do what you want!" Focus on the task at hand Xol. Focus. Murder, destruction, entrails, flesh... Sairys trailing her finger down her body. "********!" He growled throatily, turning away and then back around again to face her.

"Sairys... however much I'd love to indulge in the pleasures you've so graciously offered me, I simply can not." He spoke through a mind link as she did and tried to sound as flat and devoid of his true feelings as possible. If she knew what was going through his head at the moment, what he wanted to do to her no matter who or what was watching... she would have him right where she wanted him. He couldn't have that.

In the skies above the backdrop was marred by a blur that rivalled the moon in size, but seemed to be considerably closer. The blur slowly came into focus, the outline remaining quite fuzzy as the metallic ninth sphere of Genesis started adjusting to the timeline. Despite its massive size it did not exhibit a gravitational pull, nor did it seem affected by the gravity of the planet itself, or any celestial body nearby. If someone had the visual accuity, or some sort of other means, to actually see Genesis it would become clear that the skin of the moon sized construct was a strange metal tinted with a hint of jade. Arcs of energy ran across the whole of the outer sphere of Genesis, skipping around a multitude of launch tubes that were apparently for some form of missile or torpedo.

Any scanning equipment that might be monitoring the skies would not register the existence of Genesis, the whole phased slightly off the timeline. This phase variant was most likely the cause of its lack of effect upon the gravitational pull of the planet and the moon. As it began to fade a single figure was deposited, sliding into phase with the timeline to a point where interaction became possible. From an impossible height he began to fall, darting between one point and the next despite his unaided descent. At some points he even seemed to occupy two points in space at once before vanishing from the former. When finally his erratic fall ended he seemed to strike the water with incredible force, as was logical.

There was no splash.

The man was clearly visible on one knee just above the water's surface, his clothes splayed around him as if he were stil falling rapidly. Average length grey hair was held motionless in front of his face, obscuring his visor of jade but doing little to hide the small points of black sticking out from the ashen mess of hair. His gunmetal grey trenchcoat was held out above him, small tears visible along the hemline at the bottom. Emerald cargo pants and a black shirt seemed rather strained in the wind, the shirt accenting a rather average torso. A slightly orange glow seemed to dance about his green combat boots, the only thing about him that even seemed to move. He didn't even breathe.

Two more objects, much smaller in size, were visible falling straight for the man, taking a direct route where he had zigged and zagged. They fell and made to strike him, a pair of twin pistols, though rather oversized, in shades of orange and green metal. His only movement seemed to be to rise his head and reveal his mismatched eyes from behind closed lids. The mismatched pair were quickly hidded again as he stood, the similarly colored guns resting comfortably in their holsters. They had not teleported, in fact, but to anyone who could track his movements he seemed to move faster than was biologically possible. His body had leapt up from the crouch into a backflip, caught the two weapons with a swift swing of his arms and shoved them into holsters on either side of his thighs before landing.

Now that he was done with the theatrics he needed to take a breath, having not taken one all the way down. That and he needed to gauge what was actually going on. Scans could only provide so much information, after all. Despite the distance he seemed to have no need for sight or hearing any greater than that of a human. Apparently some other force was giving him a sort of clairvoyance and clairaudience, but limited in range.