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It dawned upon Vector that she was in the guards' barracks. Narrow hallways and many private bedrooms signified a sense of security to her. Vector decided that she needed to make her way into a room with more space. Things would not bode well if she were caught trapped. She prodded onward. She wished that she didn't have to abandon the dark hallways. She absolutely loved the dark and despised the light. Vector began to consider the delights of living in the Netherworld. The magma, the dusty skies, the black tiles of the palace...she longed to immerse herself in this world. But she had promises to keep.

After passing by several skeleton guards and a human (which she took the most effort to evade), Vector at last caught sight of a foothold in her quest. In front of her was a place where four hallways converged at a center point, which a staircase was located. She stopped to decide whether she would move up or down. Her intuition told her that persons of importance regularly lodged as high as the building's altitude would allow. The bottom would most likely be where the population located themselves: the lobby. She remembered the skyscraping tower. How many stories would she have to climb? Countless, she assumed. Then, she remembered the moat of lava. She had also noticed something strange about it. Vector didn't like the moat for some reason. The flowing rivers of magma pleased her, but not the moat. She couldn't place her finger on the nuisance.

Vector bent her knees and began to stretch. While reaching beyond her right foot with her hands, she checked up on Genesis. Even Genesis had to sleep. She wasn't used to staying up, not like Vector. Missions assigned to her frequently required for her to keep awake when most were snoring their butts off. Vector calmly observed her while she slept. Her silent snores were quite pleasant. Vector finished stretching her left leg and stood up. She crept closer, just to be sure that no one was lurking in the corners. Not even a mouse stirred...that is, if mice inhabited the towers of the Netherworld. With that, Vector silently dashed up the stairs.

snuggles closer to Rin. He lay there, and kenw that rommorrow there would be the battle. He could Sence the enemy forces nearing them, and he would need to bait the trap sufficiently, and get his legion intop place. HE looked at Rin as she dozewd and felt something stir inside him. love perhaps, or prottection. He kissed her forehead and stared at the ceiling. He needed to talk to Banji or Zersilos, and tell thme his plans.

Matsu sat in his home in Hokkaido, sipping some green tea. The entire area was securred, and many people came to escape the harshness of life on the mainland. The land had been transformed from a once cold wasteland to a bustling community. The mountain had been taken recently, and now the power of the ice witches belonged to Matsu. This new found power would make it easier to care for people. Although he was normally not one to accumulate power, Matsu figured that he would need it to safeguard the village. The power would allow control of the nothern elements. Inside the mountain itself, there was a great quality of magic artifacts, along with the skulls of adventurers who had tried to lay claim to the mountain. The mountain had been constructed into a look-out. The gnomes that were part of Agriman helped to contruct a large seeing glass. The entirety of the island could be viewed from that land point, so it had become vital importance to control. Although this island was at peace, it troubled Matsu that so much security was required. Even in the past few weeks, orcs had died defending the island from maruaders.

Setting down his tea, Matsu walked over to a large pot. Peering in, Matsu examined Rin's dreams, inside he witnessed Rin's dreams. There was some forth-coming in them. The dreams were like a preminotion of what could happen. It was quite interesting, the mind probe would continue to record it in the jar. The jar was what allowed Matsu to view Rin's dreams without as much waste of energy. He would continue to watch, as Kyo's goals were ambitious, a little too ambitious.

Banji sighed as he heard Rin exploring the castle. He was about to have known the exact location of the mouse, but now that was all in ruin. Although, it was probably a good thing that he knew where Rin was. Kyo became as weak as a child for Rin, pathetic. All that love stuff was a waste of time. With that fact in mind, Banji would have to protect Kyos darling little wife, for as long as Zersilo deemed it was necessary. Personally, Banji would rather just use Rin as a meal, perhaps keep her around as a servant of some sort. With that merry thought in mind, Banji crept through the halls with a hunters grace. Never wasting a single motion, each step confident, yet cautious. He moved quickly, and reached Rin in a relatively short time.

Reaching out with a nimble fingers, Banji placed them on Rins shoulders stopping her from going anywhere. "And why are you pacing about so late at night...?" Banji asked calmly, unaware of how freaky it was to just be grabbed out of nowhere by someone.

Banji sighed. Instead of attempting to comfort her, Banji simply grabbed Rin, picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and though she tried to escape, Banji didn't seem to notice, his grip remained.
"You shouldn't go around by yourself, makes you an easy target." Banji said gruffily.
He continued on, caring Rin over his shoulder, until they finally made it to Kyo and Rin's room, he dropped her in her place beside Kyo, with a resounding thud, and then proceeded to walk out of the room. Before he closed the door, Banji gazed into Rin's bewildered eyes.

"Don't go wandering outside of your room, there are un-invited guests about." Banji said seriously.

He then closed the door and placed a heavy statue in front the door. Rin wouldn't be able to move it, Kyo would be able to. The statue blocked the door from view, meaning that it would be impossible to get them in their sleep. A battle was a battle, and Banji intended it to be tomorrow, he had shined up his good armour and made all his preparations. Given the old speech to the troops about how they weren't much better than the ground they stood on, but better than nothing. Grinning Banji continued back towards his room, to meditate and get in the right state of mind.

Vector ceased to climb the stairs after she passed thirty stories. She didn't dare waste her time and she especially didn't want to accelerate her breathing rate. One had to be cautious; the Netherworld was certainly not in favor for a home advantage. She was never sure whether she was the one stalking someone or if somebody else was stalking her. Vector considered herself lucky for not encountering a vampire...yet. She raised her head toward the ceiling. Vector estimated that there were about seventy stories remaining. That's something teleportation could fix. But she always wanted to make sure that she was safe.

Even hunters have a vague idea if they're being hunted themselves. Vector admitted to herself that she was feeling eerie. The atmosphere was too silent. It led her to wonder how long nighttime lasted in the Netherworld. Perhaps weeks at a time? Months? Even years? She no longer knew the difference. Nighttime was in her advantage, but then again everyone must be used to it, so she considered the possibility negated. Vector stood silently. Silence was given, and silence was returned. She allowed a minute to pass by. Nothing came to her. Vector then decided to meditate, to gather her magic for a long-distance teleport. Her breathing rate slowed, her eyes shut, and she embraced the aura of the castle. The magic surely came to her, gradually attracted to her like how opposite charges attract. The energy was supplied to her throughout the castle: the hallways, the walls, and even the stairs. This place was full of magic. The castle must have belonged to someone who depended on channeling energy. A necromancer or a great sorcerer, perhaps?

During the midst of the absorption of energy, she thought she heard something. Vector wasn't quite sure, because after she heard it, more magic came in, and that took her thoughts away from the noise. Vector checked on Genesis once again. She was still sound asleep. Vector returned her gaze upwards. Almost ready. How many stories could she move now? About...thirty. She would need to meditate for another minute. Surely gathering energy was something that would distinguish herself in the castle. Perhaps the master of this enormous place would already locate her? Vector contemplated that thought. Kyo couldn't own this place. He was a demon that primarily fought using his own strength. No, she was dealing with somebody else. Vector told herself never to underestimate anything, even when it was obvious. Experience from many missions taught her that, and she kept the lesson at heart.

Vector turned her head. Did she hear that noise again? Was it a mouse? No, she couldn't tell if mice could live in this environment. Unassumingly, she imagined that the master was a very meticulous person. He wouldn't allow pests in a magnificent castle like this. The noise was very faint. She could barely hear it among the magic that she absorbed. Then she realized that she couldn't possibly be the only one going hunting.

Perhaps Vector was the mouse now.

Kyo yawned and woke up. He rolled over and smiled at Rin before giving her a kiss, and getting out of bed. He bathed quickly, and went into the main chamer of their room, where in a mirror, he ritualisitclay smiked his hair up into long liberty spikes. IT would be a powerful psychological weapon against the enemy. hE then put on undergarment, than his Gii and Hakama, and finally began to put on his armour. It was traditionall Japanese armour, made from wood and leather, with a few metal scales, in what was called the 'Oyori' style. He put on the battle sandels, and put the short Wakaisashi in his sash, before taking up his No Daichi. HE turned around and looked at Rin and smiled,"How ar eyou doing this morning my dear?"