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"Ah, well, that's capitalism. Everyone wants something out of everything," he said. Really, he didn't want that much himself.

"Xidun," he said. "A werefox, a wanderer. Not much else to me."

He looked to the ground. Using his usual counter to sarcasm, he cheerfully said, "The dirt looks fine to me," in a tone that suggested innocent ignorance.

"That's odd," he said. "I'm part both, somehow I haven't felt a thing. But, if there is something going on, I wouldn't have a clue what..."

"If I am what I say I am, then what do you expect me to know?" he asked. "It's not like I'm a prophet or a priest or an angel or any such ridiculous thing." His tone wasn't irritated, but more still to the side of ignorance.

"To be perfectly honest, I pay attention, but it's not for that sort of thing," he said. "I'm a bit more concerned with what's going on around me than whatever threat the whole world's against. Every time the entire world was threatened in its history, somebody else helped save it. Someone without any idea what's going on, obviously has no business trying."

Ako awoke in a cool steel room. Her hands were bound along with her feet. A gag was stuffed into her mouth. Her hair fell restlessly about her shoulders and she was dressed in what seemed to be hospital patient garb. Impatiently, she tugged at the chains, tears beginning to stream from her eyes. She whimpered slightly and she began to worry about her father, and how he would react. He had always known that she could be kidnapped, but she had never believed him. Now that it really had occured, she was helpless and she tried with all her might to try and send a psychic message, like they had taught them in the Order. Nothing seemed to happen, so she fell restlessly onto the floor, suddenly feeling drained. She was so tired from trying, she had figured, and she fell asleep onto the cold floor.

Jumping slightly when she heard something crashing through the trees, she looked from Xidun to where the sound came from, then back to Xidun. "You can't have not heard that, or not be curious." she said, not expecting an answer from the werefox. Resting a hand on the hilt of one sword, she silently turned from him and walked towards where the sound came from, and saw Father Michael, who she didn't exactly know yet, and moved back behind a tree as she watched him rise, wondering if there was a connection between his and Ako's wings.