The harsh and relentless winds of the desert brushed the both traveler's skins with the raspy sands as two figures made their way back to the Dutchman. Midori had wrapped what remained of her charred cape around her head, leaving only her eyes slightly uncovered. Also, a rope was tied securely around her waist, which ran along all the way to Wolf's own.

 

"Pleh" he spat some sand from his mouth and then proceeded to sneeze to get it out fo his nostrils. "Why didn’t you tell me we were going into the desert?!"

 

Listening to Wolf's whining, Midori tugged aggressively from the rope to make him walk faster.

 

-"I'm not paying you to complain, you know."-

"You haven’t paid me, period!" he gave his own tug, just to complicate things.

 

-"You were the one who didn't take the money! I even asked you if you were serious!"- she spat back before tugging again, this time tripping him over on his face.

 

Growling, which actually sounded like an actual wolf’s growl, he refused to move, finding it mutch more effective to annoy her.

 

"I thought you were refering to your rack, I’ll have you know!".

-"You wish, furball."-

 

With that, Midori took hold of the rope in both hands and glared at him maliciously.

 

-"Say, let me know if you can see the Dutchman from up there...”-

"....up where?" he finally squeeked, sensing something very bad was about to happen.

 

It was then that by pulling with all of her strength, Midori began to spin Wolf around herself. At first, the momentum only dragged him slowly through the sand, but soon enough, the merchant found himself elevating from the ground and into the air in a circling motion.

 

"Weeeeeeeeeeeee" Wolf threw his hands out, then grabbed the rope. "Alright...fun's over, let me down?" he set his claws againsed the rope.

 

-"Can you see the Dutchman?"- she inquired curiously, actually expecting him to find the war gallion.

 

"I’m going in frikin’ circles, how the hell am I suposed to make out anything in this kind of condition!?!?" he howled down at Midori.

 

By that time, the former Silvermyth was juggling a bag of golden coins in one hand.

 

-"Aww, what a shame, and I was going to share this with you in exchange for your help..."- she said in a fakely saddened tone of voice.

 

"....Give me a sec." he began to run his claw around the rope, slowly severing the bind, now being a bit intimidated himself, all he wanted to do was get on the ground.

 

-"So?"- she asked again expectantly.

 

"Nothing..."

 

*SNAP*

 

"...yet!" and Wolf was propelled off into the air, causing the sudden weight Midori was holding to absolutely vanish.

 

-"...That fool."- she murmured to herself while gazing at the ascending merchant, who soon appeared small so far up in the air.

 

"Hah!.....ah....fiddlesticks." he looked down to the ever approaching ground. Immediately, he began fishing into his pockets.

 

"Ladadadada daaaa" the ground came closer as he scrambled more frantic for the one Item he thought could save him...

"Bingo!" he tore a long staff from his shirt’s inner pockets and aimed it to the floor.

"VENT!" he commanded as he attempted to spin the staff...unfortunately, his lack of skill made his plan faulter.

The Staff collected a large gust of wind and slowed his fall, kicking up sand in a tornado type fashion, but, as expected, the wolf man still crashed miserably into the ground.

 

Midori arrived at the crashing site moments later and approached Wolf casually.

 

-"Are you alright?"-

 

At first, there was nothing. Then...

 

*THUNK*

 

The staff landed inches in front of her and Wolf emerged from a pile of sand.

"BLEH!" catching his breath, the wolf pointed behind her. "Dutchman’s that away."

 

-"Good boy."- she remarked at the time she flipped a golden coin into the air, which landed on his snout, eyes crossing to see the coin.

 

"Heh heh,..... bingo...."

 

As he reached for it, a small critter ran past and snatched the coin to burrow it under the sand, setting the shinny material in its nest. "...you....***..."

 

Minutes after, Midori and Wolf had finally arrived at Gail’s ship, where Epsilon was taking his leave. The blonde huntress recognized him immediately, as she’d known him when he was younger back at the academy.

 

-“Found anything of interest?”- she questioned at the time she walked up to him, her cape still covering her head and face.

 

 

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Ray sat quietly at his desk, reflecting on the events after his speech that only inspired eight or nine people to go into battle. he wasn't sure what the exact amount was, but he was more worried about Nayo and Nate's efforts to get him out of the office. he turned on his radio to try and forget about the whole thing while he worked on today's bookwork. slowly the stress over the past few weeks slowy melted away as he was lost in the sound of the classical music playing on the radio.

 
        *BLAM*

         The door caved in on itself. the locking mechanism fell off it's hinges and the dead bolts splintered as they fell to the earth. Most importantly, Ray's sanctuary was being raided. The vampire flipped athletically over his desk and looked outward at the girl that had blown down the door. "That door was probubly worth more than you where." he said this picking up a gear off the floor. "And you look like a very expensive person... care to tell me why your way of knocking was so unusual?

Snorted, Natasha nimbly jumps over the debris of the door towards the man talking to him.

"Oh, that? That's just something I traded for a small fraction of my life...and some killer robotic cat's legs..." she shuddered, but soon giggled. "The gypsies trade more than just goods, you see. They also trade some nasty spells, but with a cost, obviously..." She looked around, admiring the office that was obviously larger than what she ever saw.

She dragged her teddy bear towards an empty seat and sat down, adjusting her puffy skirt. Impressive lair, she thought. I wonder why he locked himself in? Ah, since I've gotten myself here, its better if I settle this matter once and for all - with him!

"You the owner of this...thing, right?" She motions  a large circle with both hands, trying to describe the whole entire Silvermyth guild; an obvious child-like habit.

"Uh... Yes..." his eyes followed her hands. he didn't bother to sit down. part of Ray wanted to tell her that it was very dangerous blowing up doors like that, because if the sword stand had been placed a little closer to it, and if the vampire wasn't as athletic as he was, he would have been a shish kabob. But she appeared to have other problems than that. as his eyes followed her hands, he noticed a mark on her neck.  "Wait, your one of our newest members aren't you?. your that Vlad descendant right?" The guild lord quickly grabbed a folder off his desk and scanned it with his eyes. apparently it was her file.

"AAh. That's what I've been trying to say to practically everyone here. I am NOT anyone's descendant!"

 

Pouting, she crossed her arms and looked away.

 

"I'd like to be one," her tone changed, this time rather mature but sad, "but I can't seem to remember where I came from."

 

Looking back at Ray, she tried to hide her emptiness in her eyes and putting up a brave face. She does not want to dwell on the past any longer - its the present that matters - but what future must she go towards? Nonetheless to her Silvermyth is not the answer. She does not like the idea of being ruled.

"I want out. You got the wrong Natashinka."

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If one man slay another of set purpose,he himself may rightfully be slain. -Sun Tzu,'The Art of War'

Killrock had maneged to "escape" the lady of the house's ever being presence. "Whew... what a night....day...what time is it?" the Hucast marched over to a window, and peared out of it. "That Dragon sent me hear to free his "slaves" , and I havent gotten to see any one!" Buzzing the information to himself, Killrock began going threw prieviously recorded memmories to try and recall who he was looking for...it seems a blun aproach to the lady of the house may be best.

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Still looking at the file, Ray sat back down at his desk. he carelessly tossed the file back into it's heap and folded his hands together. "I must say, this is truly perplexing. we only recruit people who are talented and are willing to join us. and although you appear to have a very good understanding of your powers, you desire to be elsewhere. personally, I've never met anyone who wanted to get away from this place. I've seen people cry because they couldn't be allowed admittance. who can blame them? free food and shelter, clothing on there backs, and the best training gifted individuals like yourself can receive."

            Ray reached into his desk and pulled out a receipt. "I'll make you an offer. if you can pay for that door that you broke down right now, I'll let you go. but if you can't, you'll have to stay here until you become a lieutenant, and then you'll have the option to leave. such a process can take years. here's the original receipt, that particular door can only be made by 4 spell smiths." when Natasha looked down at the paper, she saw the number 3  with enough zeros to bankrupt a country.

Natasha laughed, but her face looked so terrible the laugh might suggest that she's in pain.

"You have got to be kidding me, the door that weak and you're charging me this? What, the gears are made up of pure silver?"

Mumbling something about seeing a better door with a lesser cost, she took the bill and looked at it as if wishing the zeros dissipates itself. She cocked her head sideways, then glanced at her teddy bear; showing it the piece of paper.

            "Can you believe this, Basilisk?" there is a short pause. "No? Hell yeah."

She turned towards Ray. "Okay, you win. I ain't got money this much ...in fact I have nothing.", she uttered reluctantly. With a sour face, she crossed her arms tighter. "You might see people crying to get them butts in here, but I'm nothing of that sort. So okay, you may have me, but I'm not entirely of this guild. In fact, I only work for YOU and YOU alone, therefore anything that happens to this guild are the least of my concerns."

Looking away for a second, she took a deep, demanding and confident breath. "I might do things...for the guild - but I won't obey other orders which are not from you."

Suddenly the toy bear turned its head towards Natasha. It seemed like they were having a conversation together, but Ray could not hear anything from the bear.

            "Okay okay so I am too demanding...what? I don't like this place! No no...that's too much. The fact is that I am owing him, not this guild! Come on...! Basilisk I hate you!" She turned around and rolled her eyes in anger.

 

            Ray couldn't help but smile at the woman's frustration. he had to admit, she was right, a door that costs that much should be stronger, and it was. the receipt he showed her was for the one in the main entrance, not the one to his office. but he was sure the simple writing on the receipt would deceive her into thinking it was his office door. "You should follow the lieutenants orders as well, as they carry on my word to you. but at any rate, you are lucky, because I sent some people on a task, and promised them all that they would be promoted to lieutenant when they accomplished it. so, if you'd like, you can help them hunt down three demons, and you'll be a lieutenant  in a matter of days, rather than years. It's dangerous, but you look more than capable. again, it's your choice."

 

"I said I don't follow others' orders, and that's that."

She stared Ray with two eyes that shines in confidence. If this man wants her, he had to listen to her. She could always run away or even kill this man to get off the debt; or try a rather longer alternative of collecting the money up herself. The idea of being enslaved to a guild is something that she had despised for years!

"I want to go for a lone hunting." Somehow her childish radiance had gone completely away. Her voice was of a matured lady. "You have to risk me dying and the debt unsettled, but I want to go alone. Your 'people' will only slow me down."

Natasha crossed her legs, and played with her fingers while her eyes bore into Ray's.

"I have to say you're pretty lucky to get me into a real tight spot and I had to obey your orders."

The toy bear stood up, looking at Ray with a pair of gleaming black eyes.

"You see, boy, the last guy who wanted to employ her were dead." The toy said with a deep, demon-like voice. "And is stuck in a stupid, broken toy bear." He laughed. Looking at the streak of confusion in Ray's eyes, he walked up and shows his fluffy hand at Ray.

"I am Basilisk, the snake demon. Nice to meet you." It cocked its head sideways, a behavior probably picked up from Natasha all these years. "I'm lacking the demonic look, I know. Blame her." Basilisk turned around to look at Natasha's blank glare. There's something in the glare that sends it a cold feeling inside.

"Well, that's interesting... " Shaking off the look of confusion, his gaze returned to the woman. "You are in no spot to make demands young lady. until you prove to me that you can work with others, you won't convince me that you can work alone. any advice my lieutenants give you will be for your benefit, and was likely provided by me. they aren't the type to have people direct fire or do other cannon fodder-like things. you will have plenty of freedom. besides...if you fight the demons alone..."

            Ray leaned his head towards the lady, and spoke quietly.

            "You won't last 2 seconds..."

                 Suddenly, the weapons rack came to life and spit out various blades, all which hovered around the woman's neck at every possible angle. it would probably be easier to say they "appeared" there, rather than moving into place. This wasn't Ray's style, but he wasn't going to let this woman walk all over him, thinking she suddenly ruled the place just because she was sitting in his office." Even with powers like this I couldn't conceive fighting them myself." The blades quickly returned to there spot, spinning the rack as they did so. "But if you desire, you may fight by yourself, but you must camp with the others. If you try to run, I have plenty of people who are more than capable of hunting you down." The vampire then looked over at the demon.  "I'll have you know I don't trust demons very much, even if they look like teddy bears, but I'd like you to keep her out of trouble. and second of all, don't call me boy, as I'm several thousand years old..."

            *knock knock*

            Isk, the Valkyrie, had knocked on the wall, as the door was kind of out of commission right now. she had a stack of papers under her arm.

    "Is that the progress report on the demons, Isk?"

   "Yes it is."

     "care to give me the short version? as Gail's writing style has a tendency to be very wordy."

   The girl and her teddy bear suddenly became second priority when Isk stumbled threw the door.

   "Vega has been slain, our data was correct and he was controlling the bandit's all along."

   "Any casualties?"

   "Yes..."

   Ray groaned as he covered his face with one of his hands.

   "who and why?"

   "Tobias was slain on the Dutchmen, his body seemed tired, it's plausible that he just didn't get enough rest. Afonos had become Vega's unwilling host, but is actually ok as of now."

   "Damn it..."

   "That's not all, Gail let D fight Vega by himself, his choice. so he perished sealing away Vega."

   "so he killed 2 people on the spot? what's the progress on Divagro and Storm Crow?"

   "The ship was brought down over a desert, and it would appear Might is missing, it's believed to be Storm crow's doing."

    "and why where the other's spared?" 

    "From what I've gathered, Gail made several announcements to leave the ship . it would appear that Might didn't hear one of them.

    "Humph..."

    "What?"

    "All the deaths where due to carelessness." Ray gestured with his hand.

    "Does that make you feel better about not being there?"

    "... Isk, this lady wishes to join the team. perhaps you can escort her there once we're done here?"

    "sure, just tell me when your ready ok?"

            Isk stepped outside as Ray propped up his head with his arm. "Anything else, false decedent of Vlad?"  

Her eyes turned jet-black.

            "I am not the real descendant, but I don't assume her existence at will. So stop calling me a 'false descendant'.'"

There is this unseen aura all around the room; which has the class of its own - neither a demon nor anything. Nonetheless Basilisk could feel anger in it.

"Boy, she definitely could go alone." Basilisk uttered, keeping his eyes on Natasha; who is now approaching the weapon rack.

Natasha pulled out a razor-sharp machete, and swung it dangerously around.

"He's right." She replied. Her voice were rather deeper than it was. "Okay. I'll go and camp with the others. But don't blame me for being 'overly kind and heartwarming' to your lieutenants whenever I do. I repeat : I go alone." She sneered at Ray with her black orbs gleaming.

Suddenly she passes out, collapsing to the floor. Basilisk quickly transforms into a tall, handsome and well built man clad in brown coat; and carried her.

"Whoopsie daisy." he whispered. "Oh don't worry she does this every time heh. She'll wake up in a few minutes. And yes, she'll go with your party - you don't have to worry, I'll make sure she will - but she has to hunt alone."

            "If you insist, she can hunt alone... But I'd prefer she battled with the others. I'm sure I'm wasting my breath telling you this, being a demon, but Storm crow and Divagro won't be as easily slain as Vega." Ray turned his attention to his computer, but not before giving a final warning. "She will die facing them alone, she has to learn to cooperate with others. If you care for her at all, you'll make sure she starts learning to trust. "

            Isk leaned into the room, giving a friendly wave. "Alright, you guys ready to go? It'll just take a second!" The Valkyrie put one hand on Basilisk's shoulder and another on Natasha's. she then closed her eyes as her wings surrounded the new Silvermyths and herself. her wings even covered the ground, beneath their feet. once encased inside, Basilisk could feel the ground shake as they passed into the next dimension. before long, Isk's wings opened up, and they where in the desert right outside Mary's house.

            " I'm going to notify Gail that he has some new friends now, I'm sure he'll be happy about that. if you have any questions he's the one to ask, as he heads the mission. we probably won't meet again for a while, so good luck. " With that, Isk strode off towards the house's entrance. how did she know where he was anyway?

Basilisk could not stand the excruciating pain inside of him; he could not help but to change back into his stuffed animal form.

"Uhh.. Isk," he uttered, letting out a deep laughter. "Can you help me with this?"

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If one man slay another of set purpose,he himself may rightfully be slain. -Sun Tzu,'The Art of War'

           Epsilon, startled out of his thoughts, looked up at the two piercing eyes swaddled in what appeared to be a charred cape.  A flowery scent combined with burned cloth presented a not entirely horrific aroma.  Downward, he settled his eyes upon  a  course line attached to a slim waste.  The line led inexplicably to the waste of a …a

    “What strange manner of a man is this?” He thought to himself. There before him stood a short hairy beast with strangely intelligent eyes. Epsilon quickly returned his attention  to the girl and her question. Without thinking he placed his hand in his pocked and grasped Might’s flute.
    
    “I’m afraid it is not what I have found, but what I feel.  A loss.  A surrender to evil.”  The eyes returned a questioning look.

    Epsilon pulled the flute out of his pocket. “Might.”   He looked down at the other creature and wandered what he might be making of all of this.  He switched his attention to the ….there was something familiar in the girl’s eyes.  
    

“YEEEHAWWW! Look at all this room!”

 

The marauders “sand sub” was a true marvel. Most subs that Gail had seen where very crowded and hard to walk threw, but this seemed more like a mansion inside a steel hull. It was much cooler inside the insulated sub than out in the hot desert heat. if the cool interior wasn’t enough, the sub was tricked out with everything from swimming pools to a TV room. This was far more luxurious and spacious than his old Dutchmen. But he would like to see it get repaired… “Kind of gives me ideas for my own ship, ha ha! Hey vic, do you see all this?” Just as he turned on his heels to find Victor, he saw Isk leaning up against the hull. “…Here for Might’s ashes?” “No Gail, I’ve just come to drop off some reinforcements. Your new comrades are a woman named Natasha, and a… teddy bear?”

 

“I see, I’ll have to get acquainted with them immediately, so did you tell anyone about Midori?”

 

“No, it’s still a secret as far as I know. But you know it won’t be long before ‘they’ find out. At least the normal guild isn’t after you.”

 

“I’ll say, I’ve got my hands filled with these black calamity dudes. Well, nice talking anyway.”

 

“Don’t pretend to be nice Gail, if you hate me then act like it.”

 

“Ok, I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

 

And so Isk left. He had to admit, it was getting harder to hate her. Every secret she kept and guild member she dropped into his lap was appreciated. But would she try as hard if he liked her? Oh well, didn’t matter, it was time to round everyone up.

 

“Oh, a teddy bear and a girl, you must be the one’s Isk was talking about! Hop in!”

 

“Oh, nice find Epsilon, but we can talk more later! Get in! you too Midori! And bring your servant with you!

 

“Ah! There you are Victor! Wolf’s inside, so you can ask him for that dagger m’kay?”

 

“Kiyo, Akasuki! Come on in! oh, we’d better get Afonos too.”

 

After Akasuki snuck Seig onboard with Afonos, Gail realized he was still missing Killrock. “Where did that droid go? Is that him on the steps with Mary?”

 

The sub piloted itself over to the mansion’s front gate, pushing aside the sand as it closed in on them. “Killrock! It’s time to go! you can come back here later.”

 

“I don’t want to!”

 

The android crossed his arms and looked away. The half demon could see there was something wrong with him. the glow from his eyes seemed different.

 

“Why not Killrock? Don’t you wanna go save everyone? Maybe hook up with a cute dishwasher on the way?”

 

“Don’t insult my intelligence! Nothing can compare to this beauty right here!”

 

Killrock extended his arms towards Mary.

 

“…Pardon?”

 

“I think Killrock is trying to say he’d like to stay here with me.” Mary smiled back at Gail, whom wasn’t too impressed with her response.

 

“You’re controlling him…”

 

“Yes, I guess you could say that.”

 

“you control all the robots, that’s the only explanation for all the cameras and everything. Somehow, you can use electronic devices.”

 

“How very observant of you Gail. I needed to modify Killrock a bit before he would accept my protocols. He’s a special little boy. I don’t think you could convince him to leave me, he loves me too much.”

 

Gail was about to say something, But Akasuki raised up and out of the sub, and her hair distracted him.

 

“how can you possibly say he loves you when your controlling him?”

 

“Hmm, I don’t see anyone else who cared for him that much…”

 

“What if I said I loved him?”

 

Gail took a step away from Akasuki. The expression on her face looked serious, but was she?”

 

“well well, let’s have a test…. Killrock! get me a pie!”

 

“No! get me a pie!”

 

The android, bewildered, walked inside and picked up a pie. He then walked back outside and saw his two sweethearts, equal distance away from him, calling out to him to give them the pie. His head turned towards them, first looking at Mary, then Akasuki, then Mary again. This was hard, as these people where the only ones who had ever shown him a lick of respect. But his decision had been made…

 

He approached Mary.

 

“Ahh see? The good little android came back to it’s master! He’s such a…”

 

*splat *

 

It would appear the “good little android” decided to feed it too her too. The dish fell to the ground as cream dripped off Mary’s face. she pulled a handkerchief from her pocket to clean up the mess.

 

“Ok, you win, I’ll fix Killrock and send him with you. But please visit from time to time.”

 

“We’ll be seeing you when the Dutchmen’s fixed.”

 

“Oh yes…I should fix that up… but let’s get Killrock ready for his big journey.”

 

In no time at all, Killrock was back to his old self, minus the embarrassing pink daggers of course. Everyone was seated in the back of the sub, where Gail gave a briefing. “Ok people, as you know the plans have been changed a little bit. We can’t reach the Industrial trinity with this sand pig, so we’re going to make a stop at Valhalla to see if we can get ourselves an air ship, as repairing the Dutchmen will take to long. We should be there within the hour, so unwind as much as you can.”

 

“I know some of you believe Storm crow was in that desert with us today. I don’t like the idea of leaving him behind any better than any of you, but if he was out there, you can bet he will follow us all the way to the divine trinity, as it is his goal to destroy us. However, in case you should face him before we get there, here’s a quick briefing on his strengths and weaknesses...”

 

“Storm crow, unlike Vega, is massive. His weighs almost a half a ton, so he has a lot of mass to throw around. You won’t be able to stop his momentum easily, as he is surprisingly athletic for his size.  His weapons are four chains attached to hooks, there shape make them tools as well as weapons, as he can guide them after hurling them threw the air. Keep in mind he can channel electricity through his weapons, so be careful with your metallic weaponry. Most importantly, his greatest weapon is his mind, he is the most intelligent  brother of the three.”

 

“Most importantly… do not, under any circumstances, engage him alone. I know some of you who wish for the glory that comes from a one on one duel, but this guy is serious business. D didn’t come back alive after his solo bout with Vega, so let’s be careful and not repeat that mistake.”

 

“Until then, rest, watch TV, swim in the pool, play in the game room, do whatever! We’ll be on the run again in about an hour, so enjoy it while it lasts. I’ll be in the control room if anyone needs me.” Gail gave his fellow Silvermyth’s a friendly wave and disappeared from sight.
“Well, following them shouldn’t be too hard. I just have to lay low…” Storm crow laid his belly on a wide wooden plank, his hooks latched onto the sand sub’s hull. Soon he would be dragged to there final destination.

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"Yo Gail, have you seen - WHOA."

Victor's eyes widened behind the shades as he caught sight of the sand sub Marauder had mentioned. He came aboard upon Gail's request and was completely amazed at the amenities the vessel had to offer. There was probably no other ship of this type in existence that boasted the kind of exotic features that this tin can did. He remained silent through the Killrock fiasco, as well as Gail's briefing. He spotted Gail glancing at him when he gave his warning that they shouldn't face Storm Crow alone and frowned, as if offended. Sure, Vic wanted a little recognition this time around, but he wasn't stupid enough to face off against Storm Crow without any backup. When Gail dismissed them, the dhampir made straight for the TV.

"Oi Wolf. You owe me a blade, buddy."

Taking his shades off and pocketing them, Vic withdrew Rapture - which he'd grabbed along with the rest of his gear when he left the dining room - and fiddled with the blade as he kicked back in front of the TV. Finally, he could relax. He removed his hood and ran a hand through his hair several times. He had an hour before they resumed their hunt for Storm Crow and he was determined to make the most of it.

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"Here's your stinken Dagger". Wolf tossed the blade carelessly to Victer. the blade was easy enoph to catch, and wolf was already gone to find somthing els to do to get into trouble. The blade itself would have sent chills up and down some ones spine, the handle was wrapped in Skin, Tatto's of barbed wire wraped around it aswell, at the hand guard was a Ivory skull, Mutch to bizar to be humans, the skulls teeth were far to long, and even covered the fingers of the wielder, and the Dagger blade was a waze of Steel, almoat looking "squigly". the blade was also Ivory like bone. and Victer gould have sworn the eye sockets of the skull glowed red, for just a second.

Killrock held his head. "Wow!, what a rush!" he was toating around the Pie pan still, and marvaling over what had happend. "That might have been the moast annoying thing ive ever done!". pauseing, he stopped. "no...wait....I take that back.....moast annoying thing ive done to a woman!". and he than proceeded marching off to find somthing better to do.

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"What's the matter, didn't think I'd beat the guy?" Victor chuckled before Wolf made his exit. The dhampir easily caught the strange-looking dagger and inspected it carefully, admiring the look and the quality. The serpentine blade appeared to be made of some kind of bone, similar to that of the skull hilt. "Very nice... I can use this bad boy alongside Rapture..."

Sheathing his new weapon on his belt and placing Rapture beside it, the assassin got comfortable in his seat and started channel-surfing.

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Wandering around the sub, Natasha held Basilisk tightly, looking for a person to talk to. Everyone seemed so busy and so tense; nobody does not seem to care about her existence there.

 "Tasha?" Basilisk called out softly.

"This is boring. Really really boring." She sat on a comfy chair in the TV room, watching people clad in armors and armed with miscellaneous weaponries walking to and fro nearby.

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If one man slay another of set purpose,he himself may rightfully be slain. -Sun Tzu,'The Art of War'

*clang clang CLANG*

"ooOOOOooooo look, a cute Teady!". Killrock knelt down. to exsamin Basilisk, un aware of what it really was. "Say, you dont look fermilier..." Killrocks head turned to Natasha, the lights in his eyes focused on to her. "HMmm..." his steel hand rubbed his steel chin, wich made a "squeek"ing noise, untill he stood up.

"What are you doing here any way?... Regardless...". The android exstended his hand. "Killrock!, Hucast number 66136". he crossed his arms, looking away to strike some kind of pose. "Though im sure you have heard of me!". when in reality, Killrock was as bout as well known as the lyrics to a death metal song...

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"Hm?"

Victor's brow furrowed in confusion. Some girl had just walked in and sat down, but from where? Vic certainly hadn't seen her before. Before he could do much else, Killrock came clanging in, spotted the girl and made an attempt to introduce himself. The dhampir shook his head and chuckled softly.

"Cut the stupid poses, Killrock. You're making yourself look like an idiot." Flicking his shades on, Vic rose from his seat and took a place beside the Hucast, scrutinizing the newbie from under the heavily tinted lenses. He extended his right hand in greeting. "Though refusing to welcome the newcomer would be just plain rude. The name's Victor."

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“Hey, wake up...”

-“Hmm...wha...?”-

“Pfft, and I was the slacker back at the guild, right...”

-“D?”- murmured Afonos amidst the darkness. He couldn’t tell whether his eyes were open or closed, whether he was in pain or at ease...whether he was alive or dead. Probably the second one.

 

“You’re such a pain in the ass, you know that? C’mon, up you go.”

 

Feeling a tug, Afonos was helped to a sitting position as the world materialized all around him once again. It was more like waking up from a horrible nightmare; the faint traces of cold sweat tingling his forehead as he took deep and prolonged breaths. His whole body ached and weighed down on him like a heavy burden, specially his head. Also, he felt himself trapped within a wild roller coaster ride; the sickening sensation of dizziness overcoming his senses before driving him to the edge of both his sanity and the bed he laid as he hurled his suffering away.

Hovering a few inches away from him was D’s mag, its red glimmering eye fixed on Afonos.

 

-“Where...am I?”- wearily inquired the young Silvermyth at the time he surveyed the quarters that sheltered him; the soft and distant rumble of the marauder’s sand-sub’s egines audible everywhere and nowhere.

 

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Grinning at both being that were standing in front of her, she shook Killrock's metal hand cheerfully and let out a childish giggle.

"Cute teddy? You think so? Heheee...My name is Vladislaus Vera Natashinka...." she released her hand and reached for Victor's, "You can call me Natasha or Tasha." Natasha gave both of them a very wide smile underneath her faintly blushing cheeks. She shrugged her shoulders to adjust her bag which was about to fall off her back.

"I was about to think that everyone doesn't care about me." Natasha pouted, as she held Basilisk tightly. "So Mr Victor, Mr Killrock, what is this thing actually? And where are we going? To catch that demon? Hm? Hmm?"

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