-rieht evah yllanif dluow yeht dna ,ereht eb dluow eh tnemom a tsuj nI .erutaerc rellams a ot degnoleb ti hguoht sa ,lausu eht naht rellams dekool taht eno tub ,esuoh a saw tI .ot dedaeh erew yeht ecalp eht ees dluoc eh dna ,ecnelis etelpmoc tsuj ,gniklat ydobon saw erehT .yllaer ,tnasaelp tsomlA .sdrawkcab saw gnihtyreve ,esrev-rorrim eht ni gnieb ,driew saw tI .rorrim eht otni ti edam yllufsseccus dah nelG ,oS In an instant, Glen was spit out of the mirror and landed on his backside with a soft thump, once again in the mysterious tower. He blinked twice, unable to believe what he had just experienced. By thinking about the reflection, his thoughts had been mirrored and reversed, and clearly the mirror didn't see the humour in it. He had tasted funny in a bad way, and been sent back out of the mirror. And back to the wrath of Karina. Fortunately for him, she seemed to not be focused on the mirror, so there was a chance she hadn't actually noticed him be spit back out. The best option for him right at that moment was to do his best to avoid grabbing her attention, and if he did that then just maybe he would survive to see another day. Then again, if she attacked him, he had beaten her once before so he could probably do it again, especially with her injuries. Then again, after what he had said he wouldn't be surprised if everybody hated him. Good as he was, he wouldn't be able to handle everyone. Walking over to Raisor quickly, he poked him on the shoulder to get his attention. "Good to see you're still, you know, alive after that battle. How're you feeling? Oh yeah, mirror's busted" Glen said, not speaking quietly but by no means speaking loudly either.
Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayn come back to us! :(
Dain's nose was sore from Renna slamming it in his face. She was digging herself an early grave, and she probably didn't know it. This wasn't the place to take care of her though, wouldn't want to stain India's carpet, he'd never forgive him. For once Dain kept quiet, choosing instead to simply follow India and Renna over to the cafe. Maybe good food would ease the pain. Then again, maybe it wouldn't. Several minutes later, they were at the cafe. Finally, his stomach would be relieved of its suffering. He watched Renna reading through the menu, and after what seemed like forever she did it. The girl slipped up, giving Dain an opening to make some kind of snide remark. "Dollars? What the hell are those?" he questioned, before stretching across and placing the back of his hand against Renna's forehead as though he was checking to see if she was sick. "Oh god almighty, it's worse than I thought. This girl...oh my..I'm so sorry to tell you this but..you have a terrible disease. I'm afraid that you're a complete dumbass" he said, doing his best to sound as though he were genuinely worried, when it was in fact the opposite. He snatched the menu out of Renna's hands and took a quick glance at it before setting it down on the table. "Well, I know what I want" he stated. Following India's gaze, he saw the people fighting. He'd seen them out of the corner of his eye before they had arrived, but he hadn't particularly realized who it was. Azra, India's brother. He'd seen him fighting a few times, the guy was pretty tough, but Dain thought he could take him. Then again, Dain thought he could take just about anybody. "Ten munny says Azra's going to win that" he said, challenging either of the other two to a bet. He couldn't resist taking another jab at Renna though. "You hear that? Munny. Mun...ny" he said, spacing it out as though he was teaching a 3 year old.
The very second Karina responded, he whirled around quickly to face her. For just a moment, he nearly made some wisecrack about her homeworld, nearly challenged the girl to a fight, he nearly said something to inflate his own ego, but he didn't. Instead, Glen took a very, very deep breath. "Karina, we just lost some friends back in that fight. Eon, Etrius, and Seiza, just to name a few. They might actually be alive if you weren't so useless that you decided to pass out in the heat of the fight. Then, when we get here, Base and Kross see someone who they clearly cared about turned to stone, and you pick now of all times to do this? If you want to be a stupid little *****, go ahead, but do it in a place that people don't have to hear it, they've suffered enough. You said before that I'm immature, but the only child here is you. Go back home, Karina, before you get somebody else killed" Glen said, his voice calm but it was easy to see the anger in his voice. Taking a step over to the mirror now, the keyblade warrior turned back to face everyone. "That mouse might not be the killer of that guy, but I'm betting he knows something about it. I'm done arguing here, it's not accomplishing anything. Stay here if you want, but I'm going to get some answers" Glen said, before diving into the mirror behind him.
Glen had been strangely silent the entire time they were there. Thoughts were playing on his mind, ones that weren't particularly pleasing. Most people had made it through, had successfully escaped the wrath of the behemoth army, but not all. Among the lost were two people that had inevitably been left behind, Glen had noticed Etrius and Eon missing. He had never been fond of Etrius, but geez..being slaughtered by what seemed like a billion behemoths wasn't the kindest way to go, the keyblade wielder almost felt bad for him. And then there was Eon. Eon, who had seemed really distant, as though he had given up. Glen had tried to help him, but he'd failed. And now he was gone. The first person there that Glen had thought of as a friend, the first person to actually talk to him when he had joined the others. Gone forever. As if that wasn't bad enough, now two people who clearly knew the stoned guy were suffering. Base, who from what Glen had seemed was somewhat cheerful, was now a weeping mess, and Kross was blaming Hikaru. He didn't know Hikaru, but if things were going to get any better than they were, blaming each other was not the answer. Kross had never actually yelled out at Hikaru, never directly called him out on it, but the look on his face..it wasn't exactly a friendly one. Stepping over next to Hikaru, he decided to try and intervene. "Look, I don't know who the hell you are, and I don't know how you knew the old guy, but this guy here?" he asked, pointing at Hikaru, "he was with us in central haven. He helped save our lives, and he got here at the same time we did. There's no way he could be the one who did this. Nah, the one you're looking for..." Glen said, before changing the direction he was looking at. He shifted his gaze to the mirror on the shelf, and the trail of ink leading to it. There was one person that had been there before them all. "Went through there, and I intend on going after them", he spoke, pointing directly at the mirror.
For a brief moment, Gexln wasn't sure if Xero truly cared at all. After Gexln had thrown Beuce at Chaos, the Beuce had been destroyed instantly. So then, Xero had the brilliant idea of throwing him at Chaos. A look of panic appeared on his face for a second, but then it vanished as he realized he had one advantage that Beuce did not: he wasn't a complete dumbass. Partially, yes, but not completely. As he flew through the air at Chaos through the use of an epic teamwork attack, he readied Darkness' Sorrow to strike at Chaos. Suddenly something completely expected happened, and Chaos turned to face him, swinging one of its four blades at Gexln. However, the Nobody of the Dark had seen this coming, and directly in front of him a dark corridor opened up. He disappeared into it, only to appear out of the exit on the other side of Chaos. Acting quickly, Gexln began his attack. Using a combination of gravity and dark magic, a small amount of darkness began spinning in place, drawing everything around it towards its center, much as a miniature black hole would. After a few seconds, the next stage of Gexln's move began. From the sky, gigantic black meteors began raining down upon Chaos, slamming into it and leaving small craters as each one appeared. This went on for a couple of minutes, taking a great deal of energy out of Gexln in the process. Thankfully, the D-Link he was using with Xero gave him the energy he needed to continue it.
The sniper looked around as Sasha talked. Ahead was someone that had a slight resemblance to the fugitive, Mila. Only slight, and even that was from the small amount of features she could see. Body shape and a small amount of hair (which was a fairly distinctive colour) was really all she could see. What made it all the more likely though wasn't Mila herself, but the people around. Several people seemed almost wary of the girl, some looked outraged at her, and others seemed to be almost shunning her. While those reactions didn't guarantee the outlaw was there, they without a doubt indicated it wasn't just some random passerby there. Chances are it was the fugitive. There was no solid evidence to support it, but the longer they searched, the more danger people were in. She had to take the chance. Then of course, there was Quinn. Arabella, like Lucia and Sasha, had the utmost respect for Quinn. The man was a walking legend, good at just about everything he did. Actually, good was an understatement. Normally, Arabella would have stopped to talk to him, even if she would be a nervous wreck during that conversation, but this was hardly a normal meeting. They'd been given orders to bring Mila in, to take her down, and she had no doubt that Quinn knew about that, so why was he here? More importantly, why had he simply walked away from the fugitive? Something didn't smell right. Regardless of Quinn's intentions though, they still had a mission. Not only a mission, but a duty to protect everyone from the potentially dangerous Mila. Biting her lip, Arabella came to a swift decision. Kneeling down rather quickly, she brought the sniper rifle down to a comfortable height, and aimed the gun at Mila. Sorry Sasha, sometimes fear is the only way to get to someone effectively, she thought to herself. "Mila! My name is Arabella Oblea, I'm from the Academy that has put out orders for your arrest. Throw down any weapons you have with you, and come along quietly. I don't like pointless violence, and I'd rather not have a death on my hands. If you do as I've asked, I promise you that you won't be harmed at all. If not, then we'll find out just how good with this sniper I've gotten, see if I can't hit your skull from here" Arabella called out, making her intentions somewhat clear. As she waited for a response, Arabella decided to address the other issue. Damn, it was a tough one though. Not taking her eyes off the scope on her sniper or Mila, Arabella took a deep breath, and then spoke. "Sir, you know this girl is an outlaw, so why did you, knowing how important it is she is taken care of, walk away from her? And what did you hand her?"
Can I vote for Stratos again?
Gexln got out of the way of Xero's attack as she called out. He hadn't seen the attack, he hadn't really sensed it, but he trusted Xero. Instinctively, he threw himself to the side only to see a barrage of attacks hitting Chaos. He was thankful he had gotten out of the way; that really would have hurt. Straight away after that catastrophe was avoided, everyone started going into their overpowered x-blade forms that aren't actually as overpowered as they probably should have been, and somehow started kicking Chaos' ass once again. For the guardians of kingdom hearts, they really sucked. It was then that both Ananta and Karina fled the fight. Karina just plain ditching them, and Ananta seeming to take Anta to somewhere safe. As if there was even a safe place to go. "Karina, Ananta, where the hell are you two going? This is a battle for the universe, not some three year old competition to see who gets the shinier toy! If we lose this, there won't be anywhere for you to run? Are you both really that thick?" he asked, his voice getting louder with each word yelled. He had to focus though, especially now that they were down two and a half people. How he was meant to focus was unknown to him, he could barely concentrate with how many Beuces were around. The idea of hundreds of Beuces was terrifying. Wait a minute. That was it. If he knew one thing about Beuce, it was that he had the innate ability to distract everybody. If the guardians were as scary as R had made them sound, they'd probably be immune to Beuce's distracting abilities, but judging by the fact that everybody's ineffective attacks had been actually effective they would surely be messed up by Dante Beuce. Grabbing one of the Beuce's, he didn't check which one it was, he turned around and used a skill he had learned in the days of SOS. With a huge effort, he launched Beuce through the air and at Chaos. One moment Beuce was there, flying through the air as gracefully and cocky as every other Beuce there, the next there was this miniature explosion where he had been, and when that explosion was gone, so was the Beuce. The distraction had worked. Dashing forward at blinding speed, Gexln approached Chaos from in the side. It was now or never. Focusing for a brief moment, the link he had forged with Xero a while ago kicked in, and he felt some of her power coursing through his veins. The D-Link had completed, and with newfound strength the Nobody of the Dark slammed into Chaos. Caleb couldn't help but be impressed. A short while ago the people there had been fighting one another, prepared to kill if necessary, and now they were fighting together for a greater cause. All it took was the end of the world, he thought dryly. The X-blade had been abandoned by Ananta, left behind out of trying to protect her child. While Caleb knew it was a stupid idea, and could very well screw them over, he understood how she felt. He, as a guardian, had always tried to protect people, especially those close to him. And he wasn't about to stop now. Rushing over, he scooped up the x-blade in his hand and looked over at Chaos. While The Agent was powerful, it was heavily outnumbered and looked to be handled, to an extent. Turning his gaze over to the left, he could see R, going 1 on 1 against Omega. Powerful as R was, Caleb doubted even he could take on Omega alone. Leaping over to R's side, he looked up to R's colossal form and yelled up to him. "If you can keep him still for long enough, I'm going to try something that should leave more than a mark on him!". Not knowing whether or not R had actually heard him, Caleb had no choice but to try anyway. He slashed at Omega's legs with the x-blade, and then he tossed it away for another ally to take up its power. He had gathered enough information to replicate it fairly effectively. One moment Omega was standing there, fighting R and not doing terribly, the next it was completely surrounded. But not by people. Caleb had summoned hundreds of thousands of x-blades around Omega's entire body. This was the power the x-blade had given him, and this was the power he would use. At his command, each and every one of the x-blades began firing at Omega at the speed of light. As each x-blade replica fired at The Agent, it was replaced by another, a string of constant weapons being fired, hoping to at last stop the enemy in its tracks.
Analise's reaction was just as anticipated. Out of fear, out of sheer terror, she struck at him. The punches he had seen coming, and he easily blocked them with his blade while dodging the few that he couldn't manage to block. The kicks to the shins, although he had seen them coming, he was simply too slow to avoid whilst fending off her strikes. The kicks stung a little, but they would do no lasting damage. And then as desperation set into the girl once again, she went with the all-too-predictable crotch kick. Alastor had seen this attack several times; there was rarely a kill that went by without some attempt of it, so he was more than ready for it. Stepping back just slightly out of range, he avoided the attack but lost his balance as Analise's luck seemed to improve. Alastor fell backwards onto the ground, his blade landing on the ground beside him sending a loud noise throughout the alleyway as his target began her escape. "Gah...that lucky ***** is going to get what's coming to her" Alastor growled as he rose to his feet and picked up his blade. He could feel a mixture of adrenaline and anger flowing through him. This was good. If his brain activity was high, the chances of him stumbling upon some new spell had just shot through the roof. With a sinister grin, an idea came to mind on how best to bring the girl down. Stealth was out of the question now, no doubt people would have seen Analise escaping out of the alleyway, screaming in panic. Now that there was no reason to be stealthy, the man could truly shine. This was part of the fun of assassination; when things went wrong, you truly learned, tested your abilities at their limits. The Assassin looked up above him at the rooftop he had been on earlier. As luck would have it, it was lengthy enough that he could catch Analise if he was fast and smart, both of which he knew he was. The gears in his brain started working at a tremendous pace, hundreds of ideas flowing in his mind of how he could make the most of this situation. After less than a second, he had it. Leaping up into the air, Alastor shot a humongous fireball at the ground. The Firaza spell hit the ground with a fiery explosion, the force of the explosion sending Alastor soaring into the sky, acting as a massive propulsion device. Landing on the rooftop above, he cast a quick Blizzara spell at the back of his coat, putting the fire out that was there. Phase one of his plan was complete, it was time to move onto the next step. Alastor began running along the rooftop, hopping up to a slightly higher level every now and then when the rooftop rose. As he ran, he could see Analise ahead of him, gaining ground because of all the jumping he was having to do. Luckily, the scientist had planned for this. In his spare hand, his right one, he formed a small sphere of aero magic. Utilizing this element, a strong tailwind came from behind Alastor and began propelling him forward at a stupendous speed. His legs could barely keep up with how fast he was moving, and eventually he began approaching the end of the rooftop, and with the end of the rooftop came yet another thing Alastor had anticipated; Analise, running past the building he was on top of. With a slight chuckle, Alastor's confidence surged in him, as did the adrenaline. As usual, his predictions had been right. All that remained now was the execution, and that was what the man did best. Keeping the speed up, he now released the aero magic, ending its benefits as the murderer leaped off the rooftop. Time seemed to slow down as his gaze shifted below. Sure enough, there she was. The one that almost got away. Her escape ended there and then, he was sure of it. As Alastor was above her, the next step began. The elemental scientist spoke a few words as he raised his blade into the air. A purple aura appeared around Alastor as Graviza took effect on his body. With tremendous force, his body shot out of the sky and hurtled towards Analise with the force of a falling meteor. Right as he was about to hit the girl, his right hand began surging with an enormous amount of electricity. The impact was dreadfully painful for Analise, to say the least. Just as Alastor was about to hit the ground, he released the Graviza magic, but Analise had already been hit. As he connected, he had stabbed the girl's neck with his blade, causing a bloody death, but making sure that his right palm connected with the girl's torso, releasing the entire Thundaga charge throughout her entire body. Analise had been stabbed in the neck, crushed with phenomenal force, and electrocuted with a 2.21 gigawatts of electricity, all simultaneously. Letting loose a breath of relief, Alastor stood up quietly. There was no doubt people had heard the commotion, if they hadn't seen it. In fact, if they had been paying attention to anything they probably would've felt it too. Perhaps he had overdone it, but it had certainly got his creative juices flowing. He had successfully tested his theory on Thundaga. For a long time he had pondered whether it could be used as a concentrated force rather than over a mass area, and Analise's death had just confirmed that yes, it was possible and easily done. Removing the blade from Analise's neck, Alastor cleaned it on his cloak and then raced into an alleyway. People would soon follow if they weren't already, but by the time they arrived he would be gone, his invisibility kicking in and leaving no trace that he had ever been there, save for the seared, bloody pile of human flesh that was once known as Analise.
Dain doubled over in pain as Renna's foot collided. He remained doubled over for a good minute, every bit of him just wanting the pain to stop, and then after what seemed like forever it did. He got up slowly, before glaring at Renna. "Even more stupid than I am huh? Can't realise an insult and have to question it?" he taunted. He watched as India walked to the door with the munny pouch. Thinking quickly, Dain used his magic and sent a small gust of wind beneath Renna's feet, causing her to fall backwards onto her backside. Stepping over to her, he broke into a laugh, before deciding to say something. "Thank you for visiting India Corporation. We accept your fee for his..technological genius, figuring out that which you could not; how to turn a switch from off to on" the boy said, the words feeling very unfamiliar to him. He didn't like speaking in that way, but if it made Renna feel a little worse, then it was all worth it. "India corporation: Destroying egos with love" he said, sarcasm dripping from his words as he turned and walked over next to India. "Food sounds great. Are you sure inviting her is a good idea though? She might not know how to close a door behind her" he said, speaking in such a way it made it seem like he was genuinely worried, when in all honesty it was the complete opposite. Alastor Nex watched from above as the girl entered the alleyway alone. The scientist had been watching from the rooftop nearby for some time, using his Vanish magic to render himself invisible from all below, ensuring he was not seen. The man was many things, but stupid was not one of them; he knew he wouldn't be able to handle the situation should people come to check what he was up to. He was standing on top of the rooftop, hidden, for good reason. Having done this many times, he knew that the best way to get a reaction from somebody was to make them feel as unsafe as possible, and having it look as though he had simply appeared from nowhere would help plenty in that regard. He could have stayed invisible in the alleyway, but due to him needing to stand still it was very possible the girl would have bumped into him, which would ruin things. He had to do things properly. Deciding now was the prime time to make his move, Alastor leaped from the rooftop and descended to the ground. Landing on the ground as quietly as he was able, he moved swiftly. Due to him scouting ahead earlier, he knew the layout of the area and was prepared for any attempt at an escape. If she thought that Alastor would be distracted from the landing long enough for her to escape, she was sorely mistaken; Alastor was always on duty, ready to show the girl she should never underestimate the power of the assassin's code. The second he landed, Alastor decided to make things far scarier for her than he had initially planned. "I wonder how you will react" he said, emotion void in his words. As the girl spun around to see who was there, he used his vanish magic and rolled to the side, before de-activating it. To her, it would look as though he had simply teleported there. "Will you scream?" he asked, once again emotionless. Repeating his vanish trick, he 'appeared' to her left. "Oh I love it when they scream. It brings out the true humanity within" he stated with a cruel chuckle. For the final time, he vanished and appeared just behind her. "It's a shame nobody is around to hear you. You're all alone, just you...and me" the scientific assassin spoke, chuckling once more before revealing his sword in plain sight now, leaving no doubt of his intentions to Analise.
Immediately after the stalker finished her response to India, Dain strode over there at a casual pace. "Firstly...India, that weapon looks like it'd cut people open really quickly, and you're going to have to make me one of those things. Less magical though, that stuff fries my brain faster than you can pick apart peoples' minds" Dain started. He then turned to look at Renna. "Secondly, he never invited you over. The only thing broken around here is your sense of time! Little liar, you got here not even five minutes ago, floating in with an excuse made up that'd let you get into India's pa- India's house" he said, quickly correcting himself. He took a step closer, standing next to Renna now. For a brief moment he considered shaking her around checking for weapons, she was certainly short enough to do so. Then he had a much better idea. The best opponent to fight, armed or not, was a distracted one. Attack their weak point and get them to lose focus. It was also kinda fun, so there was that too. "India, she looks harmless enough. Only weapon she's got is a small toothpick and a huge lady boner, neither of which I think she knows how to use" Dain said, a smug smirk appearing on his face as he said so.
Samantha Pleygian was inside her home with her older sister. They'd decided to sit down for an afternoon snack; sandwiches that Alexandra had made them. Grabbing the plate off the counter, the nine year old girl carried it over to the table and placed it on top of it. Her eyes shifted now to the chair that had been neatly tucked underneath the table. This was going to be a challenge for her, and Samantha really didn't like challenges. She gripped the side of the chair with her right hand, her left hand already occupied by holding onto her stuffed bear, aptly named Mr. Bear. She began to pull on the chair, moving it bit by bit, but it was going on a weird angle and not straight out. Letting out a sigh, Samantha prepared to grab onto the other chair leg and pull, but before she got the chance to a slender hand reached over and pulled the chair out for her. The hand belonged to her older sister, Alexandra Pleygian. The older girl had stood up from her chair, stepped over to Samantha's, and quickly pulled it out for her. She looked down at her younger sister, so helpless but determined to do everything herself. Or at least, everyone except for her saw it as by herself; Samantha herself seeing it as her and her stuffed bear working together, as best friends did. Alexandra wanted to simply pick her up and place her in the seat, but her sister had stopped wanting that at a very early age. Alexandra adored her sister, and loved her dearly, but at times it seemed as though Samantha didn't share that close bond with anyone except Mr Bear, and that bothered Alexandra a lot. Giving a warm smile to Samantha, Alexandra decided to speak. "Sammy, if you put down Mr. Bear for a couple of seconds it'll be a lot easier for you. He might even help you pull out the chair all by himself, wouldn't that be interesting to see?" she asked, trying to sound as nice and friendly as possible. Samantha, or Sammy as her sister called her, rolled her eyes a little and clambered onto the chair her sister had pulled out. Samantha was naturally a very sad little girl, and didn't experience much joy, and the reminder that she couldn't do everything on her own only made it seem worse to her. Once she had sat on the chair successfully, she put Mr. Bear on her lap carefully. "If I put Mr. Bear on the ground on his own, Alexandra, he'll get scared, and he won't be able to get up here. So he stays with me. He helps me do everything, he's my bestest friend" the little girl said, as though she was reassuring herself of the friendship between her and her bear. Alexandra frowned a little. There she went again, placing her bear on a higher pedestal than anything else in the world. It shouldn't have bothered Alexandra so much, but she could hardly help it. She wanted to be close to her sister, especially now that her parents were gone. Taking a bite of the sandwich in front of her, Alexandra decided to make one more attempt before calling it quits for the moment. "I really wish you wouldn't call me that" "Call you what?" "Alexandra" "But it's your name" "I'd rather you just called me Alex, or have you forgotten?" "No, I'm just calling you what Mr. Bear calls you" Alex gave up. There was just no reasoning with a nine year old, especially one that was as stubborn as her sister. "You wanna go outside and play?" she questioned the child. A shake of the head was the answer she received from her sister. She wasn't done just yet though, there was no way Sammy was going to best her twice in a row. "Oh okay then. I guess Mr. Bear didn't want to go for a walk then? I remember he used to like those" she said, a sly smile at the corner of her mouth. Bringing Mr. Bear into the mix was something she didn't like very much, but it was a surefire way to get Samantha to agree to something usually. Samantha ignored her sandwich, picked up Mr. Bear, and walked over to the door. "Okay fine, Alexandra. Let's go take Mr. Bear for a walk. But we get ice cream when we get home, or else Mr. Bear is going to feel unloved" she huffed. The older sister walked over to the door, opened it, and then held out her hand for Samantha to take. After a brief moment of hesitation, Samantha took it, but the look on her face made it very clear she hadn't wanted to. Still, it was a step in the right direction. The two sisters set off.
It feels a little strange to be downloading a patch for a game that hasn't been released here, but the deed has been done. Can not wait for tomorrow, where I can fail at super smash bros on a global scale!
Dain was bored. Very bored. He was at his friend India's workshop, and he was simply laying on India's couch, and waiting. What he was waiting for was simple. Dain was waiting for India to finish either his research, his studies, or reading his dirty novel. He really didn't know which it was, because he didn't care all too much about his friend's research. A low rumbling sound came from Dain's stomach now, indicating that he was hungry. He had raided India's fridge about three times now, and yet no food magically appeared there. Dain could create wind from nowhere, India could use lightning, and people around the world could use magic of other elements, yet nobody had figured out how to simply magic food into existence. Dain couldn't help but wonder how long it would take before India came up with it. Damn, he hoped it was soon. Rolling over onto his side, the boy stretched out his legs and decided to finally do something in an attempt to get a reaction from India. "India, draw me like one of your french girls" in a very sarcastic manner. After a second of staying in that pose, he gave up. Getting an angry or annoyed reaction from India was impossible, the guy was just too mentally sound. His stomach rumbled again. "Seriously, how long are you going to spend reading? Just look out the window at how lovely of a day it is. Bright, sunny, people are bound to be out there. Which means we can beat someone up, take their munny, and get something half decent to eat. Hell, maybe we'll get to send someone home with a broken bone or two. Can only hope, right?" Dain asked, getting impatient. Alastor Nex was someone who, like India, had his nose stuck in a book. He was at his home, alone, and trying to at last make some progress. Hundreds of notes lay scattered about his desk, each on a different spell that had different elemental properties about it. The man had spent half his lifetime trying to discover the secrets of magic, the reason they could create it, and what other spells they had yet to discover. He had made great progress over time, but he was in a bit of a rut at that time. He had hoped simply going over his notes would provide some insight, but apparently not. Perhaps he had a book that would help. He had read each of them dozens of times, but perhaps it was the spark he needed to get the gears going. Standing up, Alastor turned around to look at the huge bookshelf behind him. Reaching to the top left, he grabbed a book from the shelf. The furnace within: The secret of fire magic was its title. Flicking through a few pages, yet nothing got his mind really moving. Placing the book back in the shelf, he grabbed the one next to it. The shocking truth of thunder magic was the name of this book. Again, flicked through a few pages, and again no results. He put it back in its place with a huge sigh. Well, there was always the other option, wasn't there? Stepping away from his bookshelf, the man reached towards the wall and grabbed his blade, which was neatly hung up there. Looking at it for a moment, a small smile came across his face. Nothing got the mind moving like a good test of his own abilities. Maybe they'd actually be a challenge, maybe they would force some new spell from him that he had yet to discover. He severely doubted that, although the light thump of a body hitting the floor was something that really got his creative juices, for some reason. Walking over to the door to his home, he gripped the handle and opened the door. The blinding light poured through the open doorway, and Alastor had to shy away from it instinctively. He hated how bright and cheerful everything was. Both figuratively, and literally. Hope, happiness, it was all things that distracted the mind from its true purpose: adaptation and evolution. Stepping outside, he carried his blade close. He would take away that happiness from one person before the day was done, of that he was sure.
