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Sarah giggled a bit. "Me too gackt. I'm a bit clumbsy as well." she said and looked back at totro. "I'm Sarah, and it's nice to meet you totro." she said and smiled again. she was still messing with the arrow for a bit but finaly put it back in its case.

"The only problem with me is that I am slightly phycotic.... I have issues about things like if I get caught up in a fight and one of you guys are around, stop me. I might fight until I die." He looks at the both of you.

"I discovered I had them, it was when I was almost burned to death, I can heal as well." she said, and held her right hand up and pulled her thick tan glove off, raising it close to her mouth. "I can also freaze things." she said, her breathe froze as she spoke, as if it were winter. "I enjoy my powers." she said, moving her hand to her side still having her glove off.
She looked back at gackt. "I dont want anyone dying, so i'll be sure to stop you, I promiss!" she said to him, meaning every word. It was rare for sarah to break promisses.

After she finishes, Totro tells Sarah, "Sure look enjoyable." He bent down and picked up several blades of grass from the ground that he stood on. After staring at them for a bit, his grip tightens. Suddenly the glossiness disapears from the blades of grass, and they becomes shorter. Before your very eyes, they loose their color, and die. Shortly after this, you notices them widening, and turning grey. Totro chuckles, as the once long pieces of grass, are now short, grey feathers.

He smirked at Sarah, relieved that he succeeded in impressing her. "Aye, that it is. I too, discovered my ability when I was in distress. I don't remember it too well, as I was very young. All I know was, it was the night I lost sight of my parents. There was oil everywhere, and someone (either on purpose or on accident) had lit a torch. Running from the mayhem, I slipped and fell into a puddle of oil. Almost comical, I was sitting there, covered in oil, as the flames surrounded me. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, all the oil in a ten-foot radius, was no longer oil, but water. It saved my life. I assume it saved my parents' as well, because there were no bodies found." He shrugged, relieving himself of the memory. "Up for a bit of target practice?" he asked her.

He gave her the same smirky look. He walked towards the hay stacks with target painted on them, picking up a few pens off of the tables, on the way.

On the way, he starts telling her about alchemy. "Alchemy is the art of turning one thing into another. In my form of alchemy, it is extremely hard to change the volume of something. For example, you undoubtably noticed, when I turned the grass into feathers, they shrunk in length, and then grew in width. It's also near impossible to transform something living into something else, without killing it. My great uncle tried to transform himself into a human-sized bird. Not a good idea. He lived, but we never saw him, because he kept inside his home, never showing his face."

Having arrived, he turns to face her. "Why don't you go first?" He concentrates, and the pens slowly transform into short pikes. "I was aiming for a knife, but this works."

Gackt smirks, sitting unnoticably quit against the fountain. He lifts his hand. "This is something not in my application papers." He lifts his left hand, sending a arrow made of ice at the target. "I am a cold one as they say." He smirks.