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((Kyiana, he's probably talking about other doors inside the Mansion. Besides, Xol made sure the front doors aren't a problem for anyone anymore.))

Well then... isn't this interesting... The voice was raspy and distant, stroking across the wind without discretion. It would seem to wrap secretly around the air of any who heard, as if meant only for them. Have you come for me, Mr. Ghost, the defiant memory? A soft chuckle accompanied the voice, and from the bloody muck of Jezebel's feet rose an ancient relic. The shape of the mud-encrusted item suggested a blade of sorts, a gunblade even.

Let Taquito dance with one who was not bound by time nor space, a less than ectoplasmic resounding echo of waves long past. Let him target that which he could not see, feel, or possibly understand.

And let him completely disregard the some fourty or so figures sitting upon Jezebel's shoulers and arms. "Pssh. Slow asses, and that's saying a lot for a time mage..." One remarked lazily, magnum resting in his lap as he glanced skywards. "That's not nice." K scolded, only to have Heritage pat him atop the head.

When it came to alternate realities, multiple beings, crossing time and space, and basically ******** logic square in the face, no one had as much experience as KB and his numerous reincarnations.

And so the two shells would strike Jezebel square in the chest, throwing her back some thirty feet or so. Feet planted to the earth she slid along them, gouging twin pairs of trenches into the soft ground of the lakebed.Blood splattered her face inside the cockpit as the dust cleared, a large gouge cut into the black steel plates of Blood Wing's chest.

Shaking her head softly, she couldn't help but wonder why numerous people were sitting on her, seemingly unphased by the shells that had just slammed into her, Her aim was perfect, and so she was angry at this man.

1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.

The sword was unscathed, and ready.

Dawn was in a slight panicked state as suddenly all hell broke loose. In a matter of seconds, shells had come at them, only to stop and vanish, a wall had blown apart nearby as something flew by, and to top it off the two people had begun to make out behind him even as several people slipped past. This is nuts... he thought bitterly as he drew his blade softly and moved down the steps so as to position himself between Misu and the people outside. The people inside seemed to be busy at the moment, so the ones who were closing in were now his priority. Channeling his energy into his blade it would shimmer slightly, as he watched the one who had caught the bullets engage the twisted mech creature...

The hounds again. He shook his head ruefully. So Sairys wasn't going to help him. It wasn't a big surprise, really. She was too caught up with Xol, and he figured this might happen. Now, how to get out of it?

Z shifted his silver eyes to the couple that approached, wondering who's side they where on. Before he could say anything, though, the commotion going on behind him, near the lake, caught his attention.

His eyes narrowed at what he saw, his brows furrowed with alarm. Things where defiantely way beyond anything he could help. At least, they would be if he didn't resort to drastic measures. He would rather not do that, though. He still hadn't perfected his control over this thing, and so was entirely unpredictable.

One thing was for sure, though. He had to find Draeken, tell him what he was doing here, and find out what he could do to help. Glancing at the obliterated front door and at the hounds guarding it, he decided that was not the best place for him to attempt an entrance.

Z moved around to the side of the house, reverting to his days as a theif to find an entrance. It seemed all the windows and doors he found where either booby-trapped or blocked with magick. He'd have to try to disarm one the traps, then.

Picking what seemed to him to be a fairly isolated window nearer the back of the house, he closed his eyes. He seemed to go into a meditative state, but it was really an old trick he had learned during his travels after leaving the service of the Lady. He'd developed his telekinatic powers to what he once thought was a relatively high level. But seeing these things around him, he was no more powerful than a child.

He heard a click from the window, the trap was sprung. He ducked as a volly of arrows shattered the window glass and embaded themselves in the trees several yards distant. Quickly he climbed throught he window and began searching for Draeken. He obviously wouldn't be downstairds, so he headed for the second floor, searching room by room. Other skills he'd learned as a theif where Shadow and Silence. They masked his physical presence as well as eliminated any sound he might have made.

((Precisely. Eru brought them just inside. They still have to bust open the main main door (unless I'm wrong and the mansion doesn't have an outer wall) and go through the rest of the mansion.))

Tacitus didn't know exactly what to think of the voice, but it hardly caused much to stir in him as he'd had many people speaking to him in their spooky little voices in the years of his life. And while Tacitus hadn't matched KB in terms of numerous incarnations or experiences outside the norm of this world, he was always learning, continually expanding, eternally a student of the 'verse. All KB could do was open his mind, even if he killed him off by some means. He'd been dead before, it wasn't all that special.

The weave of metal up the arms of each of the four men continued, slowly followed by what looked like a fluid metal. His symbiotic type armor was slowly expanding to give greater protection to his form so as to compensate for typical human frailties. Even so, his motion began as but a simple step, dancing upon the air as the shimmering rosepetals fell beneath his feet, each a shade of coral as opposed to the bright orange glow about their feet. They each seemed to scatter, their speed leaving blurred trails as each fired off three rounds from each gun at Jezebel, each one equitable in velocity to that of a railgun.

((*Giggles* Bring out... the clones!!! ninja 4laugh rofl scream burning_eyes mrgreen ))

Ryuga kept his eyes on the reflective image in the window till he heard a small thud, a landing of feet to floor. He turned his head in a nice clean motion and kept himself hidden in the shadow that was by him. The fact he heard something meant someone was close by, and he might be able to enhance his abilities some how. If not find out more about this place he felt drawn to by the mirror dimension. He took a single step foward and slowly moved to the sound, remaining in the dim litted area he was moving in.