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"Rayner. Aurahkah Rayner." Niah shook her head and looked at Thobias. "I've heard about you. You must be the one that is in love with her still. Sorry to be blunt but she's taken. Permanantly. Might want to move on now...with your afterlife?" She laughed for a moment and then stopped. "Ary. She has so many that love her. She really is a lucky person." Niah figured that if she could sense ghosts she'd be sensing a deep bitterness emanating from Thobias right now. He rather intrigued her.

Thobias shot her a look. Then looked like he was grasping for words. "I know she's taken...and I'm not going anywhere, regardless of that fact." Crossing his arms he set a frown into his features. " And I say Rayner not for just myself..."

"Oh my, not again." Lotus rolled her eyes. "You know, you keep acting funny recently. But then again, that is you."

"Don't fight you two. Mommy and daddy don't like it when you fight."

Jaxom just disregarded them all, taking the "Coban" position for himself while Coban himself was gone. Someone had to keep order around here. He stood from his gravestone and with one finger pushed up his thin rimmed glasses. "Aurahkah, Aura, Ary, Ahkah. That's part of the reason we all stay here, we all love her. Despite her not being blood. She brought something here when she came that....I don't think we would of ever had by ourselves." He gave Niah a smile.



Kali nodded to Cymarron. "Idalla you say?" She hadn't met her personally but had been informed on her. "I'll check on her for you if you wish. And I'm sure your spirits won't bother us...I mean, it's not like we're a threat or anything.

Ecara's own ears twitched as she giggled in delight at the attention she was receiving. No one ever seemed to turn her down when she wanted it. Ecara nuzzled his head as he pet her, making her ears flatted out then pop right back up, almost in an amazing way. "Cymarron good kitty."

Eclipse gave a chuckle and a bark. "Well she got something else from me."

"Yes, the ability to capture and keep attention. Now that there's two of you, I hope there's enough of us to keep up with the demand."


((Niah had a crisis, Bastet is helping her, we're picking up later on them, continuing on with the others.))

"Yes they are...I do miss the simpler times..." Coban laughed at her friendly attack on him, it was nice to have someone shoot him down rather than shy away with blind obedience. And he played into the joke, simply shrugging at it. "Hm, yes...I've gone lazy in my time spent on this plane since my death. From the looks of things....runs in the family." Laughing again he sighed and let the subject slip to the other."Ones personal training, depends on the method that the powers are being used. For example, my Ary uses words that invoke her natural abilities. Her training would be knowing the words, and anything that accompany them, say a specific action." He paused for a moment, looking to Bastet, just staring at her for a moment. "You...like I said, will have to force yours. Since yours are based on emotions, or feelings rather, you have to heighten your senses and sensitivity to those feelings.

"Well Lotus will get a lot of practice in conjuring at the rate that things go around here."

Her nose scrunched like a child that had just learned about a chore. "You mean I have to revisit emotions? But they are not fun to play with." After quelling the temptation to whine like a child, or like a kittne that wants treats, she relaxed her stance and her mind. Concentration and confidence washed over her, she had done it before without trying. If she remembered how she felt, then should it be that hard to force it as he says? As her modd was neutral, the emotions would indeed be forced then. She let random thoughts run through her head until she found some memories that were happy, or at least not upseting. She remembered as vividly as possible. Some memories happy enough that she seemed to be floating, and yet she was not. Her feet remained on the floor.

Letting out a string of curses in Egyptian, she mumbled, "Always easy to do something when there is not thought involved... only instinct. Plans and attempts like to fail." She walked slowly back towards the glass, remembering some more. As she walked, her feet lifted off the ground until she was doing walking motions an inch above the floor.

Elias had once again found himself in the city, in a bar of all places. But this was not the same one that he had to visit his friend Joaquin. This was a bar at the other end of town, it was a rundown place, but it had a very coay feel, that is or course if you felt at home in a shithole. But then again Elias was not here to socialize, he was here to return a favor. Sharda had given him a call a few nights ago, several hours after Joaquin and Elias had met it seemed that someone wanted Joaquin dead a very hard thing to do seeing as Elias was vampire, but that was the strange thing whoever had ordered the hit new of Joaquin's special gifts. But they had also made a very large mistake, they had not removed his head. Although a vampire is rendered completly helpless by driving a steak through its heart, the creatre does not experience true death until the brain was severed from the rest of the body thus rendering tha ability to heal. It seemed that someone wanted to take over Joaquin's family, and from the information which he had recieved froma very battered Joaquin was that it was one of his own children, the very same people who Joaquin had shared the power of immortality with had turned around and tried to kill, this would prove to be a very large mistake on there part. Elias did not people who dared to betray the trust of his friends, especially as close a friend as Joaquin was. It seemed that Elias was going to start a little old-fashioned gang war.

This time Elias was not dressed in his dress shirt and slacks, he instead wore a very large black coat, that covered everything but the very large black steal toed boots that Elias wore upon his feet. Like the last time Elias had place a very large brimmed, black hat upon his head. He covered his hands in thin leather black gloves. Elias could not help but smile as he waited for prey to arrive, rasing his hand, he yelled to the bartender to slide two more Tequilla shots over to him and lady friend, for you see Elias was not alone in his need for vegence on this night. Shrada was here as well, this night she wore not the exotic robes of her country or birth, but a black and dark red plait school girl ourfit complete with a shite T-Shirt and matching ponytails of all things. The thing that made Elias laugh when he saw was the fact that she was wearing an impressive pair of black army boots, he could not help but make a comment that she looked like someone who had just walked out a goth club. She had only giggled at his comment. Elias and Shrada silently shot glances at each other as they say the man that was responsible for the savage beaten of there friend walk in. He was nothing more than a punk, with large balls but not a very large brain. He dressed like any pathetic gangbanger of this alpathetic era would, in pants that were three sizes to big and somehow hung around his a**, but not so well because every five minutes he would pull his pants up as he walked to the a small booth located at the back of the small bar. His shirt only had the first buttoned fastened and the rest was pulled back to reveal the white shirt underneath. He wore large sunglasses in a bar that was almost pinch black, but both Elias and Shrada knew that it was only for show, after all he was a vampire, but it was not something that was going to last much longer. Elias and Shrada once more shot glances at themselves as in an instant she had vanished into the shadows and Elias rose silenty from the stoll where he had been seating dropping his large coat to the floor as he did so, but by the time that the coat had hit the ground Elias and Shrada were already at the other end of the bar.

It looked like tha young punk was not as stupid as the pair had first thought him to be, for a soon as Elias and Shrada appeared within ten paces of where the idiot sat surronded by a gaggle of airheadea bimbos with enough silicon in there bodies to overtale Microsoft, a very large wall of about twenty or solarge black and Mexican men appearead to black there way. All were dressed in the same stupid attire as there would be master, the only problem was the Elias and Shrada had no intention of stopping, regardless of the fact that those who now stood in there way were nothing more than mere humans, the pair was out for blood and nothing would deny them that pleasure on this night. As Elias moved into what little light this place offered it was clear what he had chosen to wear, they were the robes of a catholic priest complete with a crisp white collar and a rosary around his neck. But this priest carried not a bible in each hand but tow very large black guns, they were .50 caliner fully semi-automatic weapons, and they tended to leave very large holes in there targets, vampire or otherwise. The deadly pair once more shot glances and was somehow strangely relieved to see that the other was also smilling. It seemed that the blood was going to begin.

As the pair got closer to the human wall, one of the very black men, yelled to the pair his large booming could easily be heard even above the ear numbing noise which was oozing from the sound system. "Who the hell are....." but the man was never giving the chance to finish his question, Shrada raising one very powerful claw of a hand had literally ripped his head from his shoulders. For a brief second the club stood still, the now headless human corpse spilling it precious blood all over the floor. But this moment of eerie could not last forever, the shock of reality hit those in the bar, most scrambled for the door, even some of the body guards shot out and ran , Elias and Shrada had no quarrel if they chose to run, it was there choice alone to make. Elias smiled as the remainng thugs tried desperately to remove the guns they had so unelongantly placed instead the waistband of there underwear. Placing the barrels of his very large guns on ther heads Elias smiled as he pulled the trigger, and felt the warm, soothing sensation as his face and priest's ropes were bathed in the blood and brain of those two pathetic fools, but the carnage was just beginning, in matter of minutes the pair had killed nearl twenty men, and now stood amongst an ocean of blood, it had washed over them, as it soaked into the wood floor of the bar, those were the kind of stains which could never be removed, but neither Elias or Shrada cared much about that. There sight were sat on the now lone man, on the couch in front of them, they had overheard say how he was some "soldier" but that could not be father from the truth, he now sat on the couch curled up in a ball crying like a coward his oversized pants heavy with piss and s**t. "Who the ******** are you?" He howled bairing his fangs, in a last ditch effort yo scare this would be assasin aways, but it wasn't going to do him any good, Shrada was already on top of him and in a inhuman display of speed of malicious power she ripped his hands and feet in a single powerful movement. He was afterall a vampire, and this would not kill him, no that moment was for Elias alone, and he was going to enjoy taking the life of those who would dare hurt his friends.

"Did you really think that you could so easily take over Joaquin's empire?" Elias said as he nw stood directly of the blubbering stump that only moments was boasting about being hung like a horse. Well with a single shot from one his large guns, he was no longer hung like anything infact, the only thing that he had was a very large and very paingul bloody mass of blood, piss and semen. "Please, man I'm sorry tell Joaquin I am sorry it was a joke I swear, what the ********, man, that wasn't right, by ball you sick ********!" the punk bluberred as he looked down at what the mess that had once been his productive organs. "Who the ******** are you?" he screamed as he looked up at the the man with the blank white eyes, and a cold killer face. Elias did not speak, he merely placed a black rosary around the vampire's neck. The punk's eyes went wide, with that one gesture, Elias had said more than he could have said with a thousan words. His eyes went wide with fear. "THis isn't ******** possible, ah, s**t ********, ******** me, ********, me you're the ******** "Padre" s**t, I never thought that you were for real.....oh man I am so ********....." but the young vampire was never given the chance to finish his last stament, in one more blinding blaze of movement Elias emptied both of his guns into the vampires head, blastering the wall behind him in a three inch thick paste of blood brains and guts. He silently looked over to Shrada as she smiled to him, the satanic school bath in the blood of the kill, her mouth gourged with it, her eyes flushed red, she had drunk to the point of utter madness, but her fun was not done yet, once more she moved with the speed known only by a vampire. She removed the spine from the now headless stump, and both walked back out of the bar, a priest and a schol girl, drenched from head to toe in blood. Waving her hand, Shrada opened a shadow gatway before them and both dissapeared into it, leaving behing the exquisuite carnage of a merciless slaughterhouse.

"Use it to your advantage...in time, you will find shortcuts within yourself to access your powers in a split second. Associate levels of emotions with the level of power you wish displayed." He turned his head to her as if he was studying her for the moment. "You seem to be more in tune with your levitating than your barriers."

Shock instantly registered on his face as Elias saw the place where Shrada had opened the other end of the shadow gateway. "How did you know how to get here?" Elias pondered as he turned to face the school girl dressed vampire.

"Read your mind, dear how else you'd I know how to get here?" she smiled as she wrapped her blood soaked hand around his own blood soaked glove. "So are you going to to invite me in to freshen up or am going to have to beg?" she smiled at him as she dragged her lips across his cheek, removing the blood which already caking there.

"Oh, jeez, Lady Aura is going to kill me, although how could I say to a goth in schoolgirl outfit" he laughed as he led Sharda into the manor proper, hopin beyond all hope that no one was awake to witness the bloody mess they were.

Cymarron stared at the spirit intently, it wasn't telling him everything it saw or all the reasons they were here he was sure. but it didn't bother him that much. Ecara was still cradled by his tail, and he grinned lightly when she called him a good kitty. if she only knew the things he'd done in the past, she would probably not consider him 'good'. But he purred all the same, and then handed her back over to her mother.

"Cymarron needs to do something in his den. Ecara is welcome to visit later if she likes."

He grinned and mussed her hair, and moved at the usual half crouched fox trot out to the courtyard and down into the tunnel that lead to his den.