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"Actually whoever told you that, is right, there is not supposed to be achohol in that house, there are small children there now and well we can't have them drink that, but darling I am a Mexican we invited Burning water" he laughed as he drew a very large bottle of clear liquid. Making his way into the ktichen he went through the cabinets and found two shot glasses. He smiled as from his dress shirt pcoket he took a small silver case inside were two hand rolled cigars. "Ever had a real Cubano?" he said as he made his way into the sitting of the manor which had become his unofficial smoking parlor. "I must warn you though this is Agua Ardiente, it's Mezcal in its purest, rocet fuel in a bottle, so it will burn all the wat down." He laughed as he served one of the shotglasses and handed to the girl. "Salud." he said as threw back his own shot glass like it was water.

Shin stood in the doorway to the kitchen, shaking her her head.

"I promise not to tell Aurah about this."

"If you share."

she grinned, and sat at the table, still shaking her head.

"You two realize you're insane, right?"

"I expect it from you, Ru. but i really thought i had knocked sense in to YOU Elias Murieta."

"I have never seen anybody to that when they drink, and I have been to put some legendaris Pedas in my life." he laughed as he handed the girl the cigar which he had offered, "You have never tried real tabaccoa until you smoke the kind grown in CUba." he laughed as he took a match and ignited the matchstick. "The trick is that you never light a cigar with a lighter kills the flavor." he said as he lit his own. Instantly filling the room, with the intoxicating smell of Rum, the real stuff, straight from Cuba. "Hello Shin dear, care to join us for a little smoke." he aughed as he handed the girl the other unlit cigar. "You are welcomed to join us Sir Cymarron." Elias shouted towards the kitchen, the smoke belowing from hs open mouth like it was alive.

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Elias turned to face Cymarron, "No you're assumtion was right, Sir, my power is granted to me form the pain of others. everytime some in this manor cries or gets angry or lets out negaitve energy in way or form the Ozomathl that is bounded to me absorbs it and I feel every single ouce of pain that it aborbs. It can get overwhelming at time, but for Esmeralda and Naliah this one would once again face death." he said as he turned to face Lady Shin with a stupid look on his face. "Okay you meet in a Russian Bar, hell I won a drinking contest in the place, and now yo're barreting me for drinking and smoking?" he laughed as he handed Lady shin a shotglass filled to the brim with the venomous liquid. "Of you want a real kick, I could make a serpent's spirit. Now that is a real drink." he laughed as he reminesent about that one trip to Malaysia, and his meeting with a certain black cobra.

The tired knight limped out of a dark, old oak forest, whose roots were nearly as twisted and branch-like as the bulging veins on his arms. As he turned, he tripped on an acorn clump and fell face down into the mud. Looking up, he saw the phantom-like outline of an old manor. The full moon made a certain turret very apparent. Moss lined the cracks in the old bricks, as if it had been the mortar. As he struggled to pull himself and his heavy armor up from the mud, he heard the lonely cry of wolves in the distance. Gathering all his strength, he trudged to the manor, as if drawn to it by the spirits of his old friends. Walking alongside his pet fox, he hurriedly brought himself to the door of the old building. He didn't know who the manor belonged to, but unless it was the cove of the devil himself, it could not have given him more grief and pain than the past few years of his life had. He quickly forced the door open, walked into a large dark hall with dark, indistinguishable objects on the walls. Shivering as he walked down the archaic hallways, he saw a splinter of light spill out from underneath a door. Quickening his pace, he went to the door, rudely swinging it open, and looking bewilderedly at the occupants. All he had heard was the word "love".
"Sorry to disturb you...people...please, don't mind me. Back to your conversation", he said, only half-awake. Not wanting to be more impolite than he had already been, he gruffly leaned into an old bookshelf in the corner. He struggled to stand as he grabbed the left side of his chest, where the armor had been torn through, which was covered with charred skin and congealed blood. Dropping a seven-foot sword that he had dragged with him, he quickly collapsed, falling into a deep sleep.
(Yes, I'm going).

"We cannot afford to drink, Elias. lest the Beast find his cage door unlocked. But you have not seen the Beast, have you, so you would not understand why it must be kept under such constant containment."

He gave a nod to them, and simply watched them enjoy themselves, though his thoughts turned to Nailah, and Tyler. he hoped that she woudl teach him as she taught the boy to read and write. it woudl be nice to have someone that was on his level there to be able to help, and be helped by.

don't inhale, now there was a new concept to her. she allowed him to light the cigar for her as she took the keys to her motorcycle from Shin. leaning back she let the smoke escape her soft pink lips. she smiles as she shoves the keys in her pocket and runs her fingers through her blonde hair. "I was half expecting you to return it like the last one. You know how much Mer charged me to get it fixed?!" she laughed as she found a nice plush chair to sit in.

"Im suprised she charged you anything at all. you should get frequent fixer miles or something."

"I will talk to her about that....she doesn't charge me anything. but then, i think thats got something to do with me leaving her alone most other times. hehehe"

she grinned.

"You know i don't like smoke.smoke means bad things. especially if you have the habit of setting things on fire in your sleep. I'm fine just being around them, thanks."

Oh yes. a flea covered furball and a loose cannon demon. Yes, that always goes over well."
she said sacastically, shaking her head. I'm not that fond o mere, since she tired to string me p by my ankles, but im glad shes happy. now maybe she'll leave me alone. what comment did you make, anyway?"