Welcome to Gaia! ::

((*gets glomped by Merena.. then gets up, dusts off, looks around... and super-glomps right back* Hey you! blaugh ))

Keno vanished into thin air as they reached the end of the hall. It took only a few moments, but he appeared at the nearest table with small bowls of several food. Two bowls of rise alone along with a plate of twenty sushi, a bowl of chicken ripped from the bone, cubes of steak smothered in gravy in another, a larger bowl of mised veggies, and a large flask of wine. "Not exactly the most balanced meal, but it should keep your energy up. I have to go now, so please help yourself to whatever you want and share the rest or whatever." And again he vanished, but not before wrapping her warmly in the gentle current of wind.

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.o O ( see ya keno )

((*looks over at Merena* So! How are you? ^^))

((Haha, I know what you mean... how much pure do you have?))

A smile of thanks curved Satomi's lips, before Keno disapeared once more. Picking up one of the pieces of sushi, she popped the piece into her mouth and began to chew. Waving her hand over the rest of the stuff, picking up the wine flask shortly before, the food vanished. It appeared a few mometns later in the kitchen, where she headed next. She then stored some of it in the fridge, taking aobut half with her.

Heading to the elevator, the young woman disappeared behind them as the doors shut. Inserting her key into the right place, she headed up to the top floor to eat, and think alone.

<< Gonna go eat, and such. Bye bye~! >>

Just outside the Club Orion and nestled high in the boughs of a tall pine tree, Protean was again conducting some of his exercises. Only these exercises were not meant to strengthen the body, as they supposed to strengthen the senses. The werewolf was sitting crosslegged on one of the highest branches, his hands curled into something like a mediatative mantra gesture and resting on his knees. His body was transformed into his Were form as well. Something about being this way seemed to strengthen Protean's senses into the Spirit Realm, where the ghosts and phantoms lived. Or occupied, to be more accurate.

The werewolf's eyes were closed and his breathing was steady. Every so often, a small evening breeze would cause his fur and tail to stir while the rest of him remained completely motionless. He looked like a sitting duck in a tree. A perfect target for an ambush. Yet, his senses had never been sharper.

Even with his eyes closed, he could see. He saw through the Astral Veil through his mystical Third Eye, and thus was able to catch brief glimpses and whole sights of the spirits around. Of which were quite a few.

All around the meditating werewolf, animal spirits surrounded him, especially the spirits of wolves. Some looked like normal living wolves, while others only seemed to retain their vague living shape, but otherwise appeared to be nothing more than floating puffs of white mist. They were his brethren. The secret family that Protean never knew he had until now.

As Protean continued to meditate, his thoughts kept drifting back to the battle he fought with Taliman the night before. His thoughts were for the most part sad, though. Mourning for the wolf spirits devoured by his infernal Shinorei Blade. After the battle, he had thought he had done pretty good against him, meaning that he could at least hold his own against him. But, now that some of his phantasmic brethren had paid the price was sinking in, it sorely made his accomplishment less positive. The only thought that made the werewolf feel any solace was the pentagram marking on his right hand. With that mark, he would be able to unleash retribution upon Taliman Wesley. He had thought that ability granted by the pentagram was long gone. But now, it had returned, almost as if sensing that it was needed again. It was like a reunion with a very old and very dear friend.

.o O ( i kind of thoguht it was that... 3.5k )