"Evesdropping." Zentaro said blankly. "Since you are Kai's friend, I'll let it go. But I'll do what I should next time."
"Very well." Zentaro made a hand sign and the beast disappeared. "What were you doing listening?" He asked plainly.
"I like that. So, this means we are friends?" Zentaro took out his notepad and pencil. He drew one lion-like beast. "Great Beast Painting." The beast came off the paper in a mess of ink. Zentaro motioned to it. The beast went and took Karata out of hiding. It brought her back to Zentaro and Kai. "I though someone was listening."
"My boss did not give the order. He recieved it two days ago in a letter. The letter was not signed." Zentaro took his hand back, keeping a straight face. "The books say that one way to make friends is to give them a nickname. Something that describes them. I would call you...... Smart." He smiled.
"I don't want to have to get rid of you two, Kai. But if you get in the way of what I have to do, I'll have to." Zentaro said emotionlessly. "It's just a job. I have no ties to this Yeifou. I don't know how to make them. But if I did, I would still have to do my job."
"I was ordered to take him out." Zentaro said simply. "I don't know why, and I don't know by who. But it's what I have to do."
Zentaro and Kai came out of the ink portal in the lobby. "Kai," He made the ink portal disappear. "Do you know anyone of the name Yeifou?"
"I was raised by myself. My boss was just there to give orders." Zentaro noticed Garxena and Silax had left. He took out the notepad and pencil, making a quick drawing. "Ink Immatation." An ink portal came off the paper. "I believe this is what you use for transportation." He stood, holidng out a hand for Kai. Takeshi portaled to Telren's base. "I'll look for her soon. I have something to do first."
"I have. Ever since I can remember. Thing is, that's all I can remember. Training, doing whatever I was told. It's my way of life." Zentaro smiled. "But that's okay. Everyone's life is different. My boss said that some people's lives have to be bad to ensure that other's are good." Takeshi looked up at the sky. "I've got to watch out for that Silax. He has power... Darkness. It's strong. But I've got to see my pigeon as well. Perhaps I can find a way to take her voice away permanently." He smirked.
Zentaro made a hand sign. The ink beasts disappeared in a splash of ink. He looked at Kai. "That was okay. They were supposed to line up differently around you." He put the notepad and pencil back in his bag.
Zentaro moved back more. "I don't want to accidentally hurt you." He said. "Great Beast Paintings." The drawings came off the notepad in a mess of ink. Ink stained the sand and rocks. The beasts roared, circling Kai.
Zentaro drew a lion-like beast on the notepad. "Mind if I practice?" He asked Kai plainly.
Zentaro took his notepad and pencil out. He quickly drew Kairi. Eh, I don't like it. He tore it out, putting it in his pocket. I'll try again later. Takeshi portaled to The World That Never Was. I need to clear my thoughts.
Zentaro stood and bowed his head to Kairi. "My name is Zentaro. I don't think we've met before." He smiled.
Zentaro traced Kai's circles. "You should when you go back. I always do. But then, with my job, I have to." Takeshi sat up. "That was obnoxious." He stood and went to Telren's base. "I'll have to find them again." OOC: buahahahahaha!!
"It was rough times, I see. You prevailed though, that is good." Zentaro smiled his odd smile.
Zentaro sat cross-legged next to Kai. "Garxena..... what happened to her? Was there some kind of war?" he said blankly.
"It's just what I do. I can use it as a weapon as well.... but that's only for the right circumstances." Zentaro finished. He put the pencil and notepad back in the bag. He ran a hand through his hair. "They must know love well."
"I could have done it faster with more detail, but they're a bit far away...." Zentaro added a few more details in the background.
"Thanks.... I guess I should work on it. A smile is the easiest way to gain trust. Or, so say the books." Zentaro looked up from his writing.
