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"You'd be surprised the things that sound waves can make a person do." Van remembered the long hours of study he had to do in order to learn his technique. The histories that had been changed by its use had been inlaid in his mind. Assassinations and wars caused through sound waves alone.

"And your minds in the gutter babe. If thats the first thing that you thought of. I for one have better taste. I'm sure many guys are glad that you haven't either way."

Van had heard these things before. He had always thought magic was over rated. To many weaknesses and flaws. Maybe that was what happened to Terri's family, to much reliance on magic. "To bad for you that its not magic. It's more of a form of subliminal messaging with better results. When it comes to magic I admit that I am clueless."

Van chose to ignore that last part. If she had something to hide it wasn't really his place to try to convince her otherwise. He could tell that she wasn't used to insults. The only reason Van could take them so well was because the mosh had taught him to not let things really hurt him or to take any offense from the actions of others. It was almost like a game.

"Well its more fun on items than people either way. Besides it would be too hard to humiliate you anyway." She was trying to tempt him to try and use them on her or some one, but he wouldn't unless he really had to.

Van was confused now. Where was the forked tongue? The fire in her bite? Something in her had changed in her attitude but what he did not know. "Are you ok?" It was a sincere question. Van was starting to worry that he had been too harsh on her, too judgmental. He wasn't quite yet ready to let his guard down.

"Ah yes, the wall. A verbal shield to keep others out usually out of fear and commonly hidden under the mask of cynicism." The only reason Van had known this was because in his boredom he had once read a psychological dictionary in his fathers library. "The word cynic if I do recall came from the..." Van paused for a moment searching for the right words it had been a while since he had read the books in the old library so sometimes it took him a while to remember small details, "Greek word for dog because the cynics tended to live like dogs." He yawned a tad.

"Excuse me." Van looked at the ground trying to remember where he had been going with this. "Oh yes. So the question is does that make you a scared little puppy." He started to chuckle a bit.

Rose felt lonley without Reigne by her side. She missed him terribly, and sat down when she found a place to rest. She sighed heavily, and began to mope. "Stupid," she muttered. "He doesn't understand how important he is to me. He does all those things just to spite me. He's such an . . ."

"Idiot?" Rose turned, noticing for the first time a young and beautiful boy was standing behind her. He smiled warmly at her. "Sorry for intruding on your thoughts, but I didn't want to wait."

"Wait for what?" Rose asked.

"Wait for you to stop rambling, so I could kill you," Kira smiled again at the dragon. He pulled out the knife at his side, quickly flicking it to Rose's white throat. "Any last words, monster?" he whispered in her ear. "Before I spill your filthy blood?"

"So, I'm just an experiment to you?!" Ciara snapped. Most of the time she was a whore, but in her opinion that was far better than an experiment. At least she got to enjoy being a whore. However, getting studied was something she detested. "You really are an odd one."