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Aura turned her attention Saradin's direction. She was going to have to get used to the switch that could take place in the man now. Her eyes took on the concern/hurt combo again. "Yes...he certainly is more positive than he used to be. More personable too." More concern in those eyes, which were fighting with themselves over what color they wanted to be at the moment. "How does it haunt him so badly?"

"Itzlacoliuhque, the god of the obsidian sword, I take thy skills, I take thy sword, so says I the Mexica born of your blood so I may spill those of my enemies, and offer you there heart." Elias said, his voice somehow resonating through the entire cementary, Elias had literally punched a hole into Miztlan the Aztec hell a place from which he had not long ago escaped and it seemed that they wanted him back, but this was not to be Elias's fate on this night as the pool which surronded him exploded dissapating as if it had never been there, ELias now stood his body aflame with the anceint Aztec magic pulsing through his body, his body smultered letting of steam the heat from that hell far to great for his moratl body to bear had he been there any longer he would have baked. But ELias could only smile as in his hand he held a massive sword engulfed in that same green flame as he, the blade was made of the finest obsidian, perfected and shaped by the gods themselves, it was over two feet in length, and with its blue snake shaped hilt the blade was just about four feet in lenght, yet as ELias balancing making it twirl and dance in his hands it looked more like a toy than a weapon. Elias looked up at the ghosts as they stood watching him. "See no souls were harmed in the stealin of this blade, well besides mine." he smirked as the green flame surronding his body shrunk and concrated on his hands, where they grew white hot, and burned unto the skin of his forearm ancients letter far older than the Aztec Nauthl this was the language of his gods and the said one thing, Shaman.

Jaxom had quirked an eyebrow. "Was he just saying he was going to offer body parts...this place is getting weirder and weirder."

Coban only gave Jaxom and look and then a laugh, unfolding his arms and clapping him on the back. "Now you know how I feel." He shook his head and looked to Elias. "Good to know you don't disturb he dead here...some are none to pleasant to deal with."


"He's alive because he wishes to be, and because he has help to keep him alive. If he was alone, then perhaps yes he would be dead...again." Aura crossed her arms. "And any pain can be overcome, don't be such the pessimist." A pause. "Could you look at me when you talk please...hard to talk to the back of someone's head."

"You look at me like Im him. Its frustrating, to be seen as nothing but a part of someone else." His darker eyes faced her, not with the new Saradin's softened features, but with ones more focused than the old one's. "And... I feel what he did when I look at you. But, I know it isnt me who felt it."

"I look at you like I do him because I have no other resolve not to...if you wish me look at you different...then give me a name to know you by." A moment she stared, seeing the old Saradin yet not the old Saradin, but not the new one either. Then she tilted her head in Aura like fashion. "You...feel what he does when you look at me?



Jaxom blinked. "And she wonders why I get anxious about her letting people in the manor."

"Quit you're whining, he's a guest." Ever the business man, Coban crossed his arms again and nodded to Elias. "Introductions I believe would be nice. I am Coban, and this is my grandson many generations down the line, Jaxom.

Elias smiled and bowed, "My name is Elias Murieta Arizmendi, born 1883 in Los Angeles California. Once the incarnation of the Aztec Rain God Quetzalcoathl, and now merely a extra long lived human. It is a truly a pleasure to meet you both." he said as he bowed once more.

He sat under the tree out in the open ,awaiting the future, and the great darkness that was coming. He cursed himself, for many, many reasons. He wished he hadn't gotten out of that chair in that inn, and had stayed away from the manor... But then again, maybe that would have resulted with a different outcome...

"How many choices do I make are not mine to undertake?"

"Ember," He said, hinting at a real smile. "Always one for metaphors, arent you? But anyways, I doubt your conversation would have lasted more than a few more minutes before he would have blacked out. Anything that gives him a sense of hapiness or relaxation triggers it. Along with anything that reminds him of the pain, like combat. Cant even swing his sword in practice really. Its sad to watch, particularly when youre in the sword."