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After the entire instant upstairs that lead to the tower slowly being filled with foam they found themselves before the wizard who’d taken a short cut—out the window. Clearly by the evidence of the broken glass on the floor it had not ended quite as he had planned. But that wasn’t what had everyone in a tizzy. It was the newcomer. A meekly looking redhead who stood near their own spell caster. He regarded her quietly while the conversation around him drifted slowly from topic to topic. He sighed and resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose instead he turned his attention toward his sister.

Alexandru had found over the years staying angry with his sister was near impossible but that didn’t stop him from trying. Like now for example. He stood, arms crossed, his brows pinched together and his mouth set in a thin line. His gaze fixed upon the playful curve of Alexandreina’s mouth. ‘..but where is the fun in that.’ Her words hung in the air between them, where is the fun in that indeed. He sighed through his nose, resisting the urge to cast his eyes heaven ward and beg for patience.

If they’d been on their own they would have to watch their backs—bat at least they could have avoided Myx’s games. If this was just the tip of the ice berg he couldn’t imagine what was in store for them in the future. ‘What have you gotten us into Sashka.’ He thought. His gaze shifted, landing on their team leader. Savanna. The sewers would be an interesting bet, if they could make it too them. But judging by the hole in the wall, the lines around his mouth deepened, it didn’t seem likely.

Dru’s gaze fell back upon his sister as she put her voice to his thoughts. He looked back toward the make-shift entrance and then settled on the Arabic. This time the silent assassin snorted. p***y. Dru slowly took inventory of his sisters previous partner, from his nicely quaffed hair down to his shiny dress shoes. His arms folded across his chest. He was itching for a kill, his fingers tingled with the desire to wrap around one of his blades and just chuck it at the boys head. Just—with a single flick of his wrist. That’s all it would take.

Damn it Reina. He thought casting his eyes heaven word. This place would be the death of him and he had a feeling that death would come in the form of a midget with a bubble obsession.

He lowered his gaze just as Isis took her turn in the debate. “And yet at every turn he has been ahead of us.” He didn’t like it, the truth of his words. “I think if we try for it that we should exert more than just caution.” He gave her a pointed look before shifting his gaze back to Savanna. He nodded toward her, giving his support to the plan.

Alexandru’s entire body stiffed at the too gleeful ‘goodie’ echoed off the walls—as if it were coming from the very walls themselves. He shifted, his hand lowering beneath his long coat as he palmed a dagger that was hidden within the lining. Slowly he pulled it free from it’s hiding place and flipped it up toward his wrist in a single motion.

His dark gaze slowly slid around them, a slow methodical scan that missed nothing. It would help if the b*****d wasn’t invisible. He thought his mouth settling into a firm frown. Oh he would skin this b*****d, if only he could get his hands on him.

As if he had heard his thoughts the trickster appeared right infront of Savanna. In a flash he twirled the blade around expert fingers and flicked his wrist. Now the blade would have gone straight and true, embedding it’s pointy tip right in the imps heart had a something not crashed into the back of his knees. With a hiss the knife sliced through the air and lodged itself into the ceiling. Dru’s gaze shifted behind him, peering from the corner of his eyes at what had attacked him. Only to find a coffee table rear up on its far legs and charge once more.

Alexandru twisted out of the way watching the table galloped past him. The assassin blinked and blinked again. His naturally narrowed eyes widened and his mouth fell open. For the first time in his life—he was shocked. Never in his life had he thought he’d actually be attacked by furniture. Having it thrown at him was one thing but to watch as a table charged at him. He didn’t have the words to describe his bafflement.

Though he shouldn’t be considering the bubble debacle but there he stood standing off against a coffee table. It dragged its leg across the floor, like a bull ready to charge at a matador. Dru had to resist the urge to find a red cloth to dangle infront of the table but it was just too ridiculous. A table was about to charge at him. He sighed—only in the Watch Tower would this even be possible. Along with Mr. Giggles.

It charged and Dru kicked. Catching the table mid charge, just beneath the lip of the table top and sending it up and backward. Landing with a pitiful whine on its back. The four legs kicked in tandem as it rocked back and forth, like a turtle stuck on its shell trying oh so hard to get up. The half-russian snorted and glanced up toward his sister being certain that she was alright. He caught her gaze and watched as the molten chocolate orbs darkened and swirled and the wind slowly began to pick up. He had a feeling it was going to be getting a bit drafty in here soon.

Smirking, he tipped his head toward her and then turned back toward the table that had managed to wobble itself to its side. The assassin gave another annoyed sigh, reaching above his head, he pulled out one of his swords. Grasping the hilt firmly he swung the blade downward chopping the table in half. Rolling the hilt in his hand till the blade was parallel to the ground he removed the table’s legs. He twirled the blade around in the air andslipped it back into the sheath.

Alexandru’s head snapped up at the sound of Mr. Giggles. His eyes narrowed into thin slits upon the purple trickster. Who apparently had more plans tucked up his sleeves. Or rather—their plan. So he had been listening.

Oh. Goodie. If they survived Reina was not going to hear the end of this. He vowed. While the room settled into its new visage, the former Assassin withdrew his blade. Knowing all too well that this would just be the beginning. Myx, for all his irritating qualities did not lack in imagination. Whatever awaited for them, surely would be making its appearance soon enough.

Savanna shouted at the little imp with a sentiment he was quite in agreement with but doubted the little man would care. Not if it gave him a good giggle. With little prompting, the wizard wasted no time introducing there new playmates. Two green beasts that rose out of the water. They were ugly looking beasties. Apparently made from snot or a similar goo-like substance.

He sneered as the beast banged its chest. Rubbing the tip of his nose with the back of his hand he sighed. Wondering idly if today would ever end and if not then well, the Russian regarded the snotty beast before him. He’d thought of better ways to die but at least it would be rememberable. He caught movement from the corner of his eye as their own wizard pulled something from his hat and handed it off to Sylvia. Who in turn threw what ever it was toward the beasts. It ka-plunked into the water. Time was something that they needed and Savanna was quick to offer them.

Alexandru’s gaze followed the woman as she scaled the wall and then kicked out at the back of the beasts head with little effect. Infact he watched as their leader’s leg actually sunk into the beasts oozing flesh. He looked around for Myx, who had popped away only to come back a moment later insisting that they did infact need friends. That was the only thing Dru did not want or need. Reina was the only person that mattered to him.

She touched his arm just then. Green eyes shifted toward the corner of his vision. Her brows were pinched in thought as she studied both the green globs of doom and their puppeteer. He turned his own gaze back toward the scene before them, briefly flicking his gaze toward the water were the seeds had been thrown and then back up as Savanna was pulled free and set on her feet and began to banter with Myx.

And just as soon as it began—it was over. Mxyztplk popped back to where ever it was he came from and everything righted itself. Dru’s gaze shifted toward his sister as he folded his arms over his broad chest. “Hell of a first day.” To which she flashed him a cheeky grin.

—time skip—

It had been some weeks since they’d arrived and thankfully nothing had been as exciting as the first day and their encounter with the reality warper, Mxyztplk. Now Dru stood on the roof. His hands tucked behind his head. His eyes closed. He was restless, board out of his mind and the itch to kill had become an annoying ache in the back of his skull. This had been the longest he’d been in once place or sat still in years.

And it was driving him completely mad.

Alexandru’s shoulders tensed as the doors to his left swung open, relaxing almost instantly when she spoke. He sighed through his nose, briefly peering from the corner of his eye at her before he resumed to once more listen to the world around him. His sister apparently was having none of it as she shot off a warning, his brow rose into a fine peek as his right eye opened. “And what do you plan on doing with that?” He asked, watching her finger twirl before his gaze lifted toward the small cloud that formed overhead.

Instead of smiling, like she wanted, he snorted. Rather indignantly. “That is if you can get it to rain and I doubt your capabilities when it comes to condensation.” He uttered cooly watched as his sister grinned. Reminding him much like a Cheshire cat. She was completely undeterred by his jab at her capabilities, if anything it made her even more determined. He watched with mild curiosity as her eyes began to swirl faster and darkened in hue.

The little cloud above his head discharged a bolt of lightning and rumbled at him ominously. Slowly Dru’s gaze rose and became fixed upon the small thunder cloud which decided to rumble once more at him as if it too were warning him of the upcoming down pour. With a sigh Dru merely closed his eyes and waited. When something hit him square in the center of his head. The large rain drop slowly rolled forward along his scalp and was soon followed by another one and another. Before long the entire cloud was dumping its contents down upon him with no sign of stopping.

Reina giggled at his side, clearly amused with herself. Lowering his arms he whipped the water away from his eyes and stepped out from beneath the stream. “Sashka.” He grumbled, shaking his hands out at his sides before sliding them through his hair slicking it back against his head. He shot a glare at her hand as she grabbed him and began tugging him along. “I will be perfectly fine Sashka.” He muttered as he went through the doors and down the steps.

He was briefly amazed that his sister guided him through the watch tower. While he’d been hiding away, keeping to either his room or the towers roof his sister had been out and about. Exploring as it were. Which is what he should have been doing. Getting to know the place that was to be their own so he could better defend himself but instead he’d chosen against it. Instead he brooded. He’d never been much of a brooder, till now that was. But then again before he’d been so sure of what he was to do. Protect Alexandreina and kill. It had been that simple.

Now, here…he didn’t understand his role and Reina didn’t need him to protect her here. Not like before.

By the time Reina looked back at him, smiling prettily in his direction they’d reached the hospital wing. He snorted at her. “I said I am perfectly fine.” He uttered. “And if I’m not then it would be your fault.” He said as she tugged him through the doors and stopped dead in her tracks. Giving him little to no warning he bumped into her.

Before the twins were two people, the girl he’d recognized. She’d been there when they’d arrived and he was certain her name began with a B. The male however he did not know and so he shifted with fluidity to his sister’s side. Covering her as she spoke to the two. His gaze shifted briefly from them as his sister whispered to him and his jaw fell slack.

“I have no such stick and there is nothing she can—“ He winced and howled in pain as his sisters pointy heel came down very firmly upon the top of his foot. He jerked his foot free and began to hop up and down holding his foot in both hands. His eyes prickled with tears as he swore in Russian, English and Romanian. Before he fell, rather gracelessly into a stack of office supplies.

Dru remained completely dazed laying on his back and staring up at a very interesting piece of ceiling that was in the shape of St. Pettersburg before Reina’s face came into view.


[ooc// sorry it's so bloody long and if i forgot anything sorry.]