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Known as the Celestial Seat, Nyka is a religious city in Northern Sylira. Ruled by four demigods and traversed by a large crevice, the monk-city is both mystical and dangerous. [Lore]

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Postby Evalin on May 20th, 2013, 4:41 pm

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Eye's of red widened slightly as they caught sight of familiar blue depths, and quickly Evalin's hope for the day began to fade.

Wherever this man and I meet, ill tidings are sure to follow... Curse him for his interference, she thought, ignoring the fact that it was actually SHE who would be interfering, and costing me that which I desire.

Tsenrika's cold mind touched her own as he whispered within the depths of her consciousness, To covet that which has not been gained causes naught but undue strife.

I would not covet if such were mine as we speak. came the simple return.

Ximal's eyes held authority even as his voice demanded an action from her, yet even now Evalin could see that his mind was conflicted, flickering to the girl more often than not. Slowly a smile began to spread over cold lips as the child who was not a child step farther from the shadows, the sound of her staff echoing off the stones until she stood partially revealed from the darkness.

"My my, never would I have thought you to be of such a mind. Tell me, do you often take women in this manner? Not that it is of any concern of mine, but I would have though you to be more of gentleman than that." her smile widened, "Oh how little we know of a man until he appears around some bend with woman in arms and lust in his heart... and loins." An amused light in her eyes, Evalin leaned on her staff, eyes flickering toward the girl, lingering a bit too long, "I do not deny your good tastes, however."

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Postby Ana Sol Starris on May 21st, 2013, 5:08 am



The rabbit SPOKE. The dumbfounded expression on her face stated her disbelief of what she had just witnessed via her ears, the weird, less than furry creature thing had spoken a rather agitated demand, if thats what she could call it if she were to give it a human chararistic. Instead of letting the thing hop away, Ana lunged once more to grab it with both hands, picking it up, bringing it close and marvelling at it all the while Ximal was rambling on. Why are these things in different shapes.. First I've seen a frogman, a ball with tentacles, and now this seemingly harmless and cute rabbit thing. What are these things? They feel like mud, and theres been multiple of them.. that can't be a coincidense "...Are you edible?" Ana muttered out questioningly to it.

She would proceed to open up and close its frontal fore arms like a girl would with a toy doll, her confusion evident. Heck, she even momentarily forgot about checking up on the caravan, somewhat absentmindedly replying to Ximal while still staring at the rabbit "how much will I be owing you now, Ximal? I know your schools gonna be big and all.. But a free room? Whats the catch.." Ana switched from opening and closing the rabbits arms to doing the same thing with its ears, completely ignoring any struggling, or demands, pleas, that it may have had. Crossing her legs, she rested the both of her elbows on her knees and gripped a little tightly with one hand around the rabbits body to prevent escape. The other went to tug its less than fluffy tail.

Its such an odd texture.. I don't know where to place where I've felt it before.. Truthfully, Ana didn't know pottery plates and dishes used clay, and thus didn't know what clay was. So Rabbit, and its kind were a complete mystery to her.

"What are you..?" Her voice would trail off, for her attention to be redirected at Ximal and the figure he was yelling at. Leaning slightly to the side to see who it was, and was definitely surprised that it was a little girl, a very creepy looking little girl. If it was a child, then there wouldn't be anything she would have to fear about "oy-oy girl, quit skulking in the shadows.." There was something wrong with this child though, blinking, Ana examined her from where she sat on the ground cross legged. The girl looked like death itself, and piercing red eyes, Ana couldn't tell if that was natural, or something completely different. Regarding the small girl with suspicion, Ana wouldn't make a move to harm her, but she stood up slowly anyways just in case.

The little girl spoke with a smile, words far more mature than any child would have used at such an early age, and with such sophistication and apparently she knew Ximal too. "You know her..?" Ana whispered up to her brother, glancing for a tick, and then snapping her eyes back to the strange girl, she was saying WHAT?! If the rabbit hadn't already escaped, it certainly could now with a great deal of ease due to the shock and surprise worming its way into Ana's body. Mouth opening once, shutting, a hot blush forming along her cheeks as she got what the girl said. "What?? No. Its not like that little girl....Should you even be speaking like that?? What little girl talks like that.. Ximal, holy petc-" Ana kept darting her glances between the two.

Resting with a spazzy halt at the last of the girls wrords, a shiver crawling up her spine. Ana really didn't like how the girl looked at her, it was a rather uncomfortable gaze "you are one really... really... creepy... girl... Little girl."


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Postby Imass on May 21st, 2013, 7:17 am

The merchant captain and the Knight finally came to an agreement to a renewal of the contract. No sooner than after he had finished discussing terms, conflict found Garonn. A group of half a dozen hooded men approached the caravan in a hostile manner. They came from the tapered halls with the strange sigils. Upon their breast they wore similarly marked badges. Half wielded strange discs of sharpened steel, the others where unarmed. The disc was obviously a weapon, however the Knight had never seen them before. He guessed that they where weak, ornate weapons used for intimidation. Garonn stared at them as the aura of hostility finally stopped right in-front of him.

"Halt foriegners!" the spokesman stepped forward and addressed the caravan

Already in a piss-poor mood, Garonn answered first, "Who are you and why do you think you have authority to tell me to stop?"

"We are the Laat's Heavy Coffer monks, fool. Your business is my business and I am the one asking the questions here. Are you the leader of this expedition?"

The merchant captain stepped forward, "Nay, I am the leader of this company. What can I help you with my good man?" the man smiled and spoke with the temper of a sheep. Garonn frowned but kept his mouth shut. He kept his eyes on the disc like weapons and let his vision expand. Everything was blurry white masonry in his periphial, he focused on the Laat monk's weapons.

"We are here to inspect the goods that you have brought into the city. You could be carrying illegal weapons," the spokesman said. Although Garonn didn't know it, but Ana's rumor had reached the monk's ears.

The captain responded immediately, "I apologize humbly, however we are under strict orders to keep the contents of our delivery out of public eye. Trade secrets I am affraid,"

"If you wish to sell to Nyka, you must show us what is in the carts. You might be transporting illegal goods," the spokesman droned on with a blank expression. It was almost as if he expected them to comply without a word, "Stand aside foreigners,"

"No!! Sto--ah--" the captain began as the monks approached. Garonn stepped forward and drew his sword a quarter of a foot. The gleaming blade shone. A shortbow was drawn by the guard that stood next to the nearest covered cart.

"Woah--woah--woah," Garonn interupted the captain, "We have done nothing illegal, nor anything wrong. We have private property in those carts, you have no right to look into our supply,"

The four monks laughed. It was almost as if they found the whole notion of private property to be foolish and ignorant, "Stand down blue man,"

"I am not a Nykan, I am a Ravokian. I have come to fill your heavy coffers with more gold and to help your city with other matters. My business is with the leaders of your city, not you four. You have to respect our wishes to privacy or lose imperative business to the city. Do I need to call your superiors?" the Knight tried to use a mixture of intimidation by staring with wide eyes and an appeal to logic to convince them. He knew the captain wanted to avoid blood.

"Shut your mouth Garonn, leave the talking to me!" the merchant captain yelled

The Laat monk held his hand out to tell the merchant to stop. His face obviously frustrated with Garonn, "Wait now. I have the authority here. This is Nyka blu-ie. If you are not transporting anything illegal, then what do you have to hide? Put down your weapons or face the consequences,"
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Postby Ximal on May 21st, 2013, 10:46 am

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Xi's eyes peered out at the darkness. leering at the two red orbs within. Almost blanking ana's response about it costing her something to stay there. He'd said it was free, and he'd meant that. Then Xi heard ana call out to the darkness for it to stop skulking. Xi felt a twang of relief as eva stepped from the darkness. His hands loosening from fists into open ones once again. Xi smirked back at her, as ana asked if he knew her. "Yes i do. Hello evalin, nice to see you, what brings you to this section of the city ? Don't tell me you've taken to skulking through the back alleys? " Xi smirked lifting his arms to fold across his chest, listening to her footsteps and the pressing of the staff on the stone floor. Then when she spoke Xi's smirk faded. He was about to speak out when ana jumped in before he could speak up. Protesting that it wasn't like that that things were weird. Xi just sighed and shook his head lighly. "You mistake a prank. I was playing a prank on my adoptive little sister." Xi smirked again lifted his hand and placed it atop ana's head, and ruffled her hair lightly.

Xi shook his head and spoke back to eva. "I'm very protective of my family, even if i do play pranks on them. " Xi's attention then turned back from eva towards ana. "And ana allow me to introduce you to the little girl who almost cooked me...Twice..." Xi began to chuckle lightly, something about the predicament of death was now strangely beginning to allure him. As if in tandem with his own thoughts Xi heard a commotion in the distance, the sound of monks...This was not going to end well. "Right well, i think i've gotta go and sort out the commotion ana's been setting up, and you-" Xi flicked his attention towards ana. "-are coming with me. You caused the chaos you can at least go and watch your handiwork. Eva would you be so kind as to tag along ? I'd like a chat, mostly involving the you know what." Xi smirked and then began to walk off towards the entrance of the alley way hoping that ana and eva would follow in tow.

As Xi stepped out onto the mains street though he spotted four monks against a caravan. Holding them up for some reason, though the situation was somewhat tense as one of the caravan guards drew his blade far enough to show steel and the others followed in suit one even knocking a bow. The four monks began to chuckle completely un-intimidated...Arrogant jackasses. Though Xi caught sight of the half face melted akalak ana mentioned. Why always the akalaks and he'd been the one to draw his sword first...Why were akalaks always the aggressors ? Now i know why there so tall and have to be so aggressive, there clearly compensating for something, this guy for the usual and the fact he looks like he got in a fight with a fire and lost. Xi stayed at the edge of the conflict and leant himself up against the wall, watching the series of events unfold. Now if only he'd had something to eat, this would be interesting to watch. If ana and eva had followed Xi would ask to them. "Whose your money on? The monks or the caravan ? I'm betting on the monks. At least they all still have all their faces. " Possibly a harsh comment coming from a guy with seven scars on his face.
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Postby Rabbit on May 21st, 2013, 12:57 pm

That was the final straw. She had picked him up and started staring at him! He began wriggling in protest, a rage of insults flooding through his mind. Could she not?! The question that followed the lifting made him even angrier. Was he edible?? Was that girl out of her mind?! ”What the petch? What kind of question is that? Of course I’m not edible?!” He raged, squirming even more now. It didn’t even occur to the little Pycon to ask her to let him go, but he doubted that would happen anyways. Right…. He needed to concentrate on escaping. All that took was a little thinning of his body, until he dropped right out of her grip.

It was the best course of action, until his attacker moved her hands. She now gripped him more tightly… and began to move his arms. He at first resisted the movement, but decided it might be used to his advantage. Letting his arms move up, he began to squeeze his body thinner, in between her knees, attempting to escape. Except her legs were crossed now, so he just ended up in the woman’s lap. And picked up again. This time, she started tugging on his tail. His tail!? What kind of person tugged on his tail? Obviously this one. Glowering at this treatment, his squirming resumed while he attempted to come up with another plan.

”Would you LET ME DOWN” he finally demanded loudly, losing his patience. It was easily loud enough for anyone to hear, but he didn’t care. Maybe she would actually put some consideration into how he felt, and either loosen her grip, or let go entirely. Amazingly, it was the latter that occurred. The woman stood up and let go of him, obviously shocked. ”Thank you” he muttered sarcastically to himself, as he shook his body slightly, trying to recover. She’d practically changed his shape from all that squeezing….

He hopped away a few steps, but the conversation behind him drew Rabbit back. It was so tempting… tempting to hear what all the commotion was about. Something interesting was certainly happening, and if he stayed… he could hear it all. But the girl… what about her? When she regained her focus, she’d definitely try and catch him again. Well, he could always stay far enough away to get a head start if she did, right? With that concluded, he hopped away, this time around five meters from the woman. Now he could focus on the conversation… He watched intently, taking in everything that was said.
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Postby Evalin on May 23rd, 2013, 5:38 pm

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OOCI apologize for the wait! Please forgive me!

Evalin's smile broadens as her eyes locked on Ana's, an unblinking lifeless stare, "Now now child. It is impolite to say such things of a person you only just met. I would have hoped Ximal would have taught you better." She paused for the briefest moment, her black tongue licking pale lips as a ghoulish expression darkened her features, "Nauty children who do not mind their manners often find themselves whisked from their beds at night, dragged into the shadows by a most creepy witch." She chuckled, returning her attention to Ximal.

"Well if this child be of your kin, then I must offer my own apologies for I had seen but two caught in struggle of passion, one I assumed reluctant." She laughed, though not as cold sounding as the previous chuckle, "I would have made to intervene on the child's behalf if it were so..." it was a partial truth. If this had been just an ordinary case of man upon woman Evalin would have been quick to do away with the man, and take the woman for herself... however, the situation had changed. This girl, Ana, was under the protection of Ximal. Truly a nuisance... But perhaps the situation was not quite irreparable.

Briefly Evalin's eyes fell over the Pycon, but she wasted no thought upon the tiny creature at all. They were such dull and pointless existences, and she like all nuits from Sahova found no purpose in their breath at all. At her introduction Evalin merely nodded, "You are too generous with your description, for it were not so easy to strike at a man who moves as you do." Her eyes flicked back to Ana, "It is a pleasure my child. I do hope we can be the closest of friends." she smiled.

Straightening Evalin brushed off her cloak, raising an eyebrow at Ximal and his need to 'speak', "Is that so? Very well then, I shall accompany you, though I have little interest in this caravan that is spoken of."

As they walked Evlain's eyes would, from time to time, stray over Ana once more, intense, searching, almost longing in their gaze, but always she would look away if Ximal ever looked back. When they came upon the caravan Evalin leaned upon her staff once more, looking upon the commotion with an almost bored expression. Absently Evalin noted the tall one, an Akalak no less, and for the briefest moment she flashed back to that time nearly a year ago. The bold Akalak in the camp who sought to draw out the plague bearer. He had been loud, and arrogant, and full of pride. Annoying really, a man who talked far more than need be. This Akalak's voice was very similar to the other's. Perhaps they share a voice between members of their species?

Glancing up at Ximal, Evalin looked closer at the caravan as she answered his question with a simple answer, "The Akalak shall prevail." An assured, mater of fact answer that seemed to broker no argument to the contrary. Evalin's gaze burrowed into the large blue man, and her eyes narrowed in concentration. There was something very familiar...

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Postby Ana Sol Starris on May 25th, 2013, 7:47 am



Ana listened as both would speak, and more so to the creepy girl's words than Ximal's. Proabably because Evalin was staring at her in an utmost creepy way that sent paralytic shivers up her body, freezing in place, she swore she had just seen a black tounge lick the little girl's lips hungerly. "W-witch...?" Ana echoed the word smiling uncomfortably back, mind making for a beeline, and crashing into the dirt as she tried to figure out what Evalin meant by that. It almost felt like a threat to Ana, or a promise, but of course this was just a little girl. Right? One very creepy one, with a mature attitude, and sophisticated speech. Yep, nothing wrong right there.

But wait, there was more. It was unbelievable to think this child could have almost burnt Ximal to a crisp, it must have been a joke. "How does a little girl almost burn a man as large as Ximal to ashes..?" Ana muttered quietly, to no one in particular echoing the conversation between the two, her disbelief evident. Eyeing the girl suspiciously, narrowing her eyes and placing both hands on her hips.

"Uh, no. Not close. I don't even want you near me, or within two feet of me little girl... Theres something not right about you." Of course as she finished her sentence, she bit her lip nervously, crossing her arms in front of her chest. To Ana that had seemed a little harsh, even by her own standards towards children but then again, this girl didn't act like one.. So how was Ana suppose to treat her? "Friends? No...Lets just say tolerated aqauintances, sound good, Ms. Maturity?"

Waving a hand around in the air with a lazy dismissal to Evalin's suggestion of being close friends, Ana turned and followed Ximal, not commenting on how it was Ana that first suggested they go see the chaos she had caused. Not the other way around. How that irritated her, it was like he didn't even listen to her. Not only that, but the creepy girl named Evalin was coming along as well, so as not to be rude even further, Ana said nothing on how Eva should run along. She would tolerate this girl's presence, if only by just a smidgeon of what Ana could tolerate. The girl was just a little girl, right? Ana asked herself the umpteenth time as they came upon the quickly growing disaster.

Where'd that rabbit go..? It was a stray thought as her eyes scanned around for the rabbit that wasn't actually a rabbit, not catching sight, her attention going back to Ximal and Evalin, and the situation at hand. How both of them picked sides, Ximal for the monks, and Evalin for the 'Akalak'. Watching the scene unfold, Ana thought about how wonderful that rumor spread, and how possibly the monks of Laat would be harmed in the process of this. Nevermind that a trade caravan's reputation would be ruined, or that people might die or get hurt, all that mattered to Ana now was cause and effect. There was already a heap ton of distrust for foreigners, fuel for a bonfire to begin, and Ana's rumor had been the spark.

Smiling lightly, Ana chuckled under her breath before shrugging a shoulder at the caravan, and the Akalak, not looking at Ximal or Evalin as she spoke. "Look at you two, picking and choosing sides, does it matter who wins or loses? You don't come waltzing into the city looking like that and expect no one to challenge you for a fight... Even if that fight was indirectly caused." She spared a moment to glance at them to see if she had their attention. Turning her head to look somewhat angerly at the caravan, and the monks, voice low "I didn't expect that rumor to work... But the effect of it... Well, I'm glad it did.. I only had an inkling of what might have happened, but to see it unfolding now.."

Ana took the canesword from her belt, rapping the ground lightly with the tip in anticipation "all that matters is that the monks of Laat will be harmed, in some way, I believe this.. Akalak.. will cause some damage, in the end it won't matter for him either way, but who are we to judge one's fate?" Not even glancing at them, she rolled her head somewhat to crack her neck, readjusting the scarf around it to be tighter.


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Postby Imass on May 25th, 2013, 11:31 pm

Tension reached it's climax. Beads of sweat dripped down the Akalak's scorched face, making it glisten in the sunlight. Garonn had no fear of death, else he wouldn't even had drawn his blade in the first place. Although no official challenge was vocalized, the Knight knew the monks were itching for a fight. As awkward silence ensued, he could not help the feeling of hostility and rage in his soul. He felt like he needed to stand for his ideals no matter what the consequences were.

"So what will it be?" the Laat spokesman said in a flat tone, breaking the awkward tension.

The Ravokian captain took a step forward and was about to speak, but the Akalak held out a scarred hand to interrupt, " --Captain-- " The merchant leader face-palmed. The whole group looked at the blue warrior. Garonn decided not to fight. He had made a personal commitment to kill Wrenmae and nothing would stop him, not even the satisfaction of maybe being able to cut down a monk. In the end he would not be like Imass. He would not play Nykan games.

Sheathing his sword loudly, Garonn looked at his comrades to put away their weapons, "The purpose of our mission is to accumulate wealth for both Nyka and ourselves," the Knight announced for everyone to hear. Although these next words pained him greatly, however he had no choice, "Shedding blood in the city would obliterate these goals! You know this," the captain nodded in relief, "and we know this!"

"I propose we make compromise. Our trade secrets must be respected! Nyka's security must be respected! I believe it would be in both our interest if we conducted the search in privacy. Perhaps we could move this meeting to your head quarters," the Knight pointed at the sigil on the building down the street, the same symbol they wore on their breast.

The captain gave a nod of satisfaction to Garonn, "I propose that we proceed with this discussion to the Heavy Coffers Headquarters! My guardsman is right. We have no qualms with your search, but our trade secrets must be respected,"

One of the monks stepped forward and leaned in close to the Laat spokesman. He whispered in the man's ear. The spokesman's face went sour, "Verily we accept. Please follow us inside," Garonn knew at that moment that he had won and he knew that the spokesman hated him. This brought a little joy to the blue warrior, however the conflict was resolved without violence. Despite feelings of anger and frustration at this face, Garonn decided this was a victory to his goals.

Immediately the caravan began to move again, however the Knight walked the opposite way back towards the bridge, "I have business to handle captain,"

"You know where we are Garonn," the captain said as he got on top his horse.

Leading his own steed, the Knight walked back towards the Celestial square with a look of anger and disgust on his scorched face.
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Postby Evalin on May 26th, 2013, 4:28 am

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OOCSorry for breaking the order! I talked to Imass and Ana and they both were OK with this brief interlude, so I decided to go for it ^.^. Posting order continues as normal! Your up Ximal :)

Evalin watched the proceedings, mind only half listening to what the girl said, So it was she that orchestrated such a meeting? My, perhaps she is a bit more amusing than appearance may portray.

It was with a mild hint of annoyance that she watched the Akalak sheath his sword. The child had worked to achieve her end, and here this giant of a man was putting all those careful plannings to waste. What right have he to choose an alternate path? At the word 'Fate' Evalin's eyes narrowed, her gaze falling on Ana once more, "What right have Fate to put forth a path for us to follow? The weak rely upon Fate to guide the workings of the world. The strong put forth a change themselves."

Looking back at the Caravan, and the monks now turning to leave, Evalin began to whisper softly under her breath. She flexed the fingers of her left hand subtly from beneath her robes, calling forth that stirring power within her to press against her palm. Gaseous res poured from within her, flowing until she created a mass about the size of her closed fist. Then, with a slight twitch of her fingers, she cast it behind Akalak, keeping it low to the ground so that it would appear like nothing more than heat waves. She raised the mass so that it hovered over the Akalak's shoulder, slightly behind him. Narrowing her eyes she elongated the mass, making it more cylindrical (loosely), before sending it shooting forward with a hiss of, "Donmai."

As is streaked past the akalak's face she hissed, "Hakin", while she let her mind picture what she wished. She pictured fire, burning brighter and brighter, swirling higher and higher as a fierce wind blew through it. As soon as the essences of wind and fire touched there was a crackling sound, and a flash of light as the streaking res changed into bolt of lighting, slamming into the back of one of the retreating monks Archs of electricity coursed through the man's body, freezing him mid step before he slumped to the ground.

Evalin smiled, her eyes on the man's limp body, "It seems Fate has been forced to choose a different course."

NoteThe effect of the spell should make it look like the lightning came from Imass :)

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Postby Ximal on May 26th, 2013, 7:27 am

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Xi sighed as he leant against the wall, the scene before him unfolding nicely. The caravan and the monks squaring off everything going according as to how it was supposed to unfold, at least according to ana. Xi smirked and started to draw his djed through his body, the tension of the scene in front of him, almost made him want to leap in and start cracking some skulls under his own skill but no. He'd wait until all havoc broke loose before leaping in. Though at evalin's words Xi controlled himself. Xi smirked though and let his eye's close for him momentarily to pathway the djed around his body, checking his internal state. Using his flux now for more that just combat and physicality, no this was now a tool for him to use on his body to check and assess damages as well as control himself. The tensions got higher and Xi could almost feel it, though now he couldn't stop his heart beat getting faster. Instead Xi drew his djed around his heart and slowly eased it into a slower beat, calming himself and easing himself. If he could maintain a slow heart beat he could appear much calmer than he actually was.

Xi smirked at his control over his flux, he could now see inside his body using his flux as the tool to do so. Though Xi spoke back to eva in regards to the comment about the akalak winning. "Eva i know your smart and all but honestly the guy's missing half his face, he apparently cant even defend himself all that well, and i've fought those monks...there not easy to defeat let me tell you that." Then came the spoilt s;port the voice of reason in this case. Xi shook his head listening to ana, he could sense the anger towards the laat monks there hidden behind those light words. She isn't expect her little ploy to work as well as it had but still it had worked and what would the little sneak thief do now ? Xi continued to listen to the ana and before long the truth of the matter came tumbling out just like he could hear. She wanted the akalak to cause some damage to the monks and that was it but then...She didn't stop, the used the F word around eva...Xi half winced at that. Xi folded his arms taking a deep breath and looking back at the monks and the caravan again. "Ana, i know you've a grudge against the monks of laat, but seriously, was it not enough to know that the one that harmed you is now as good as dead ? Still i doubt anything will happen with these two there already coming to a truce...I can feel it in the air, the tension's easing."

True to Xi's words though the air was clearing as the akalak sheathed his blade and the monks turned to walk off as did the akalak both heading opposite directions ? So the monk was headed else where as the caravan followed the monks. Xi lifted his hand sup slowly and released the slowing effect on his heart gradually. taking time before letting it settle back to it's normal rhythm on it's own. Then evas voice caught him , a slight tone of malice grased and engraved into her words. The weak rely on fate, the strong make changes ? Xi really couldn't argue there. Turning his head lightly he went to look at eva and was about to comment upon what she was saying before he heard the simple word one that gave him chills. "Donmai." Xi shot her a look saying "you didn't". Then the second word, Xi turned his head around just in time to hear her say "hakin" and watch a lightning bolt streak from the akalak to the monk. Xi turned his head back to tac in a almost snapping motion. Fate has been forced down a different course? Well no bloody duhh, you shout a petching lightning bolt at a monk, ant that half melted akalak. Eva i damn well hope you know what you're doing...

Xi pulled up his cloak hood and slipped the mask from his cloak sipping the blackened make over his face as the crowed around hi was focused upon the events ahead. Trying to work out where the heck that lightning had come from. Xi though was too busy prepping himself. Pulling his dhed up to his head he calmed himself and spoke lightly under his breath. "Sunlight gold." Taking a few moments, his hair eventually changed from his normal jet black to ana's almost pale white golden locks. The entire event hidden by the fact his Hood was up. Then in a second change he closed his eyes and pulled the djed down into his eyes. "Blood Red."His eyes then followed suit the normal cool dark neon blue depths of his eyes slowly changed to a roaring and violent red. Xi now used the wall to brace himself, letting the sudden djed drain take him and this made him look even more relaxed like he was sleeping when infact he was just bracing himself for the events to come. A slow heavy breath escaped him.
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