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I hope you enjoy this chapter since i'm introducing some new characters... ^^ i hope you can keep up with them... ^^
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Chapter 4
Keough was not satisfied having lost the treasure tool since getting it back from Kamaz is going to be that dangerous a task. He would have to risk getting his powers duplicated and the world destroyed. The Reverse, the tool made capable to destroy other tools, mechanical contraptions and weapons. He needed it to get rid of the bloody curse that he had been carrying with him for hundreds of years. He sat down and pondered on how to get it back. He himself was hard enough for Kamaz to find and so he needed to make himself detectable since he couldn't find Kamaz himself. Then he remembered that there was a Flame Haze in resident, the one that had interfered.
"But how to make use of such a thing," Keough asked himself. Kamaz's team was not small, a group of mystes who wanted power. It was crazy enough to think he could take them on and get the treasure tool back, even crazier to try and lure them out. It was a deuce of a gamble.
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Kamaz sat on his bed, playing about with the tool in his hands. The tool took form of a bronze hammer. He took his time scrutinizing the tool while his comrade patched him up.
"All done, you should take better care of yourself Kamaz," His female companion scolded. She had long blonde hair and black eyes with a body like that of a model's.
"Or course I will Silvia," He replied, taking her hand and guiding her to sit next to him. Silvia immediately wrapped her arms around him and snuggled close. "I was this close to getting him," Kamaz was disappointed in being distracted by the Flame Haze which he had fancied.
"Maybe it would do you good to stop admiring Flame Haze," Silvia advised.
"It's hard not to my dear since they are so very enticingly powerful," Kamaz replied.
"Then I am not powerful?" She asked with a whine. Silvia would copy tools, genuinely and could make use of them but it takes a long time and lot of power of existence to create one and so she does it only when asked. Her tool was Honest Imitation.
"Of course not my dear, I did not mean to insult you," He put his hand under her chin and pulled her face up to his. "But you will be even stronger in future," He added, kissing her. Their ardour was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"I know you would prefer to carry on with your little hanky panky but we have business Kamaz," A deep feminine voice intruded. "You may continue at a later date."
"Must you always know when to interrupt Kyrie?" Kamaz asked with a lazy grin. Kyrie was considered quite tall for a woman, standing at the height of five foot six inches but that did not bother her one bit. She had dark green eyes, the colour of jade and her hair was dark brown, long and tied in a high ponytail. She wore a white shirt covered with a blazer that went with a pair of pants that matched the colour of her eyes and a pair of black boots.
"Now is not the time for foolery, the other members are waiting for you since you've cleaned up," Her voice stoic and broke no argument.
"I wonder what I'd do without such an administrative person such as you," Kamaz walked past her, his hand caressing her cheek.
"Kamaz," Silvia whined.
"Don't worry my dear, my eyes are only for you," He chuckled, wrapping his arm around Silvia's waist. Kyrie ignored his flirtatious compliment and followed behind him into the meeting room.
The room was furbished very business-like with dark purple carpeting, a long oak table with comfortable chairs lining each side and one at the head of the table. Kamaz took his seat at the head, Silvia sitting on the chair on the right, Kyrie taking the left, before them sat four other members.
"Nice to see you all could make it, now let's get down to business," Kamaz leaned back into his chair and produced the treasure tool. "This is the Reverse, the tool Goldie was after. I have it now and I figure he's probably plotting on a way to get it back. This tool is absolutely brilliant, it can destroy every other tool other than itself," Kamaz laughed at his own ironic statement. "Since we can't destroy this thing, we make sure Goldie doesn't get his hands on it."
"The point made quite clear then Kamaz," a punk looking young boy said. He had a Trojan hair cut which was dyed gold, his eyes jet black. He had piercings in several places and wore all black.
"I'm expecting you, my dear boy Kleeve, to make illusionary copies of this thing for everyone with the tool you have," Kamaz ordered. "Give one to everyone present and then we split up. I will give the real tool to Kyrie for safe keeping," Kleeve smiled at his boss. He was happy enough to get the job done. Kleeve's power allowed him to make fake and dysfunctional duplicates of objects or people. His tool was Faker.
"Do I resupply everyone with power of existence again?" This time a man in his early thirties asked. He had black hair and bright yellow eyes which were shadowed by a pair of glasses. He wore a white shirt, black slacks and an overcoat.
"Of course Fenrir," Kamaz laughed. "Fill everyone up like usual," Fenrir smiled. His ability was to convert carbon dioxide into power of existence. He would fill up several vials per person to last them a long time without having to constantly meet up with him. His tool was Hael.
"What about the rest of us Kamaz?" A man wearing dark glasses asked. He looked like a man who would fit in nicely in a mafia. He wore a black suit and had blonde hair.
"Yes, don't tell me we don't have a job," A young lady dressed in goth-like clothes added. She had long straight black hair, eyes the colour of amethysts and she wore heavy makeup around her eyes and black lipstick.
"Of course you have a job, Felix, Victoria. I have a special task for the both of you. I need you to keep an eye on the current events and narrow down the amount of people who know about Goldie, even fellow mystes if you must," Kamaz ordered with a smile.
"No problem, mercenary job like usual right?" Victoria got a confirmation nod from Kamaz. Felix's ability was to power up an attack, physical or magical. He was a sniper back in his day and so this was a huge surplus to his skills. His tool was Overload. Victoria's ability was to turn into a vampire and do all the things a vampire can do, even summon blood sucking bats. Her tool was Night Lurker.
"So I expect everyone to do a superb job like always. If all goes well, we'll get a hold of Goldie's power and correct this damnation of a world where we mystes can rule," Kamaz declared cheerfully.
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Kyrie waited until Kamaz and Silvia had retired to their chambers to approach Fenrir. He smiled when he saw her approach. He opened his room door and allowed her entry first, following her in. He closed the door with a soft clack when Kyrie suddenly spoke.
"This might actually work," Kyrie said, looking at the treasure tool in her hands.
"Yes since you've managed to gain his trust. You are his assistant after all and we expected nothing less," Fenrir said with a smile.
"But it will be difficult to outrun him since my abilities are not like yours," Kyrie sighed exasperatedly. Her ability was to manipulate time, either stopping it or slowing it down. She cannot turn it back or forward it, a weak ability next to her sword skills. Her tool was Distort.
"Perhaps it would be best that you carry the real one and finish off the job. You can run and hide easily since you found that other tool to hide your presence, the Cloak is it?" Kyrie handed him the real tool.
"Are you sure you don't want to do it?" Fenrir asked.
"You are better suited to the task and Kamaz keeps a closer eye on me compared to the rest of you," She explained.
"True, since he expects to dispose of everyone and make use of their tools on his own after he gets Golden's powers," Fenrir admitted darkly.
"He will spare no one. He does not want competition or a rebellion. He will take us down one by one and he will most likely start with me," Kyrie added solemnly.
"Then I suggest you hurry up with that contract," Fenrir warned.
"There is no rush. If I hasten it now he will suspect. It can wait a while longer," Kyrie brushed the matter aside as she took the fake tool from Fenrir. He grabbed her arm in that instant and pulled her close to him. "Fenrir," Before she could protest he covered her lips with his.
"I want you to promise me that if anything goes wrong, I want you to make that contract immediately," His eyes were filled with concern.
"I will," Kyrie took several steps back and smoothened out her appearance though there was hardly a need to.
She left the room immediately after and silently headed back to her own. They were playing a dangerous game but it was what they vowed as friends, to help the other no matter what. She just did not expect Fenrir to reveal his feelings to her at this late date. She had kept her emotions under wraps but Fenrir did not make any effort at all to hide his concern as well as his tender side for her. It was too late to turn back now and Keough was counting on them even though he didn't know he could.
