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"Do ya? I don't care supplies with me." She handed Elias the pistol. "Yeah the Malik guy's got it. But i'll get it back, I just haven't seen him since the other day. She pulled her hat down. "Not that I want to see him, guy seems to think he can get something outa me."

She looked at the depressed man. "Seems like everybody's having a bad day. Me, you, the angel, Nelphean, the Crazy Man. Everybody's got so many problems that I feel normal."

Cymarron shook his head once, and then twice. the eyes opened and glinted in the dark, before he moved from his den. he saw a girl he didn't recognize, and Elias.

"Hello, Elias...pretty one. How is the day treating you?"

his tail coiled around his waist, and his hands clasped behind his back idly.

For once in her life, Rand was completely shocked. "replace...replace my babies? These guns have been with me since the 1500s. You don't just toss away good weapons. It's just a scratch.

She hicked up her collar. What was all this talk about life anyway? Hadn't she just had this discussion with Nelphean? Whatever, she didn't care. The cat, what Nelphean had called a "vah" approuched them. "I'll get Darla back from Malik. I just need to find him."

The Vah smelled wierd, though Rand couldn't understand why.

Elias laughed once more, "I never said that you're better off tossing them, I said replace them at least until you get that matching pair back." as Elias spoke, his servent once more came out from the portal, carrying to black boxes. In one Elias carried the tools of a gunsmith, a skill that he had learned in his time as a gunslinger in California. But it was the larger Box that he wanted to show the woman this time. he waved away the servant who dissapeared back to into the portal from which he had come. Elias oponed the box to show her his favorite pair of guns. They were a pair of modified revolvers, they were black in color, and each held eight rounds, both the chamber and the muzzle of the gun had been mofied to accomate the large .50 caliber bullets which Elias preffered. Elias had done the modifications to the weapon himself, also had added his own artistc flare to the weapon, on the hand crafted, solid oak handles Elias had added a motif it was one of his father and mother nesteld together by fire. One the other Elias had engraved an image of his wife. "My father's weapons...I have modified them though to better siut my needs." Elias said, "Like the fact that althought the butt is encased in oak, it is actually reeforced tiatiuam inside to be able to hold the kick of that bullet of mine." He smiled as he pulled out a large sliver-colored, ".50 caliber explosve tipped bullert, tips has a three second delay and is pressure sensitive. Also has a thing layer of black Mambda that I coat them in before I load into the gun, to better the effectiveness of the weapon." he said with a smile.

He looked at her, and growled lightly.

"you humans and your commands. why should I obey you."

Before the eyes shifted to Elias.

"And you..you I should Challenge and tear into a thousand little peices."

then a shake of his head, and a snort.

"What is a void? and why does it hurt?"

this was a femine voice, and nearly child like as teh eyes lit up.

"and hello, handsome."

a smile to Elias.

Munalisk paced back and forth as Vik busied himself in preparing the ritual. He wanted them to get the spirit thread as much as Vik did, but he wasn't so sure about the means of getting it. Anything from the shadow plane was bad news.
Vik, however, was not deterred by that fact. This was the last resort; they had tried everthing else already. Assorted bottles, beakers, and pots covered the table and the floor around it. The chained bow was lying on the edge of the table, displaying no signs that might create suspicion. Vik sat on the floor, furiously crushing a bowl of dry leaves with a wooden spoon. Every now and then, he checked back to an open book for instructions. After the leaves became a fine powder, he took a handful of them and sprinkled it into some red-colored dye. "Here, Munalisk. Make yourself useful and start drawing this symbol somewhere on the floor." He said, shoving the dye and a tattered book in the dragon's face.
Munalisk grumbled as he accepted the dye and walked to the center of the room. He dipped one of his paws in the paint and started drawing an arch. "Aura's not going to be very happy when she finds out what we're doing to her floor."
"It'll rub right off once we're done." Vik said, throwing what seemed to be random liquids together. The concoction suddenly gave a loud pop, signalling that it was ready. Vik set it down and rummaged through a pot of pine needles. Once he found one that was the correct side, he pricked his finger with it and let the blood absorb into the wood. The potion made a small hissing sound as he dropped the needle in and suddenly turned a dark shade of yellow. He dipped a paintbrush in the liquid and started stirring it. "You finished with that dye yet?"
]Munalisk added the last few runes and then laid down the bowl. "Yeah. It's a bit lopsided, but it should work."
"Okay then." Vik said as he got up and walked over to the circle. "Hold still." He raised the paintbrush above Munalisk and let a few drops fall on his head. He then flattened the brush and drew a star on Munalisk's forehead before doing the same for his own. He then set the bowl across from the dye and stood in the middle of the symbol next to Munalisk. "You ready?"
"I"ve still got doubts."
"Too bad." He said, picking up the book and started reciting the chant. "Spirits of young, Spirits of old,"
"Spirits of the moon, sun, and earth."
"Span the gap between our souls,"
And give the thread its rightful birth."
As he spoke the words, the box on the table began to rattle. A tiny crack appeared on the lock. Then several more. The entire lock shattered and the chains fell away, an invisible wind blew the talismans off the top and sides. The lid burst open and somthing that resembled yellow smoke billowed out. By the time he finished the spell, the smoked had already encircled them and was beginning to take form. "This is it..." Vik thought, "It's going to work this time." It appears Vik spoke too soon, because just then, the smoke turned blood red and rose up like a wall of flames.
"What's happening?" Munalisk exclaimed,clinging to Vik's leg as the walls of smoke started closing up around them.
A dark purple scorpion climbed out of the box. Vik recognized it at once. It was a soul shadow, the servants of the Dark Scar. "That b*****d..." was Vik's final thought.

The smoke continued to close around Vik and Munalisk. It was a tainted spirit so instead of binding their spirits together, it was fusing their bodies, trapping Vik inside Munalisk's mind. As the smoke cleared, Munalisk's boddy lays limp in the center of the circle and Vik is nowhere to be seen. The dragon's eyes are blank and his face was twisted in terror. The tiny scorpion scampered up and crawled inside Munalisk's mouth. As soon as it did, life returned to Munalisk's body. His expression returned to normal and his breathing was regularbut he continued to lay limp on the floor.

The elf opened his eyes... "Hey..." He pouted, not liking be used and abandoned... Not that he had ever done that to anyone without reason, mostly fathers with long guns.

He sat up, and stretched, looking at his clothes... "So what is wrong with Gray anyways..." He shruged. A few moments later, he had changed into a very ornate elvish outfit. Blues that faded into grays, styled to look like chainmail with a sir coat. The elf smiled, he was wearing soft colours. He wondered if he should adorn some kind of symbol, he was begining to become the patriarch in a family.

"So what would my symbol look like..." Hm.

the ears dropped, but the voice was still a femine one.

"well hell, you got a girl already."

another change, this time Cymarron himself for once.

"Sleep with us? and we know you are..romantically with Nailah."

the way that was stated, sounded like he held something over him, like whatever he had with her he deemed far greater. Before he held his head, and hit the ground.

"You can't stop me, Ward."

"The hell I can't. I got words with this guy too. and you aren't in charge anymore. he saw to that when you did that to her. and I was awfully glad to see you get your comeupance."

"Arrogant whelp..."

"A little help here, hun?"

A snarl, before a calm. and his eyes looked up, detached, and indifferent.

"So you're Elias. hmm. a little..less than I expected. and certainly not something I'd trust. but that's me."

He got up, and cracked his neck, playing with his daggers and doing tricks with them, before offering a hand to Elias.

"Name's Midnight."