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"..." talking
'...' thinking
Torn Apart
Chapter 6- New discoveries
"Your sure?"
"Positive."
He stroked his forehead as he thought, the crease on his forehead only deepened as he furrowed his eyebrows. 'So this was their plan...' He pushed himself up from the table, his chair screeching back as he stood. "I want all of their positions jotted down, every guest attending will be accounted for. If what he says is true, then we better prepare for the worst."
The council stated their vote. "Agreed."
"Good, send for Allen I want him to lead this resistance. Did you even get news of where their posts are going to be?"
The green haired soldier saluted him, "I was not present when Dilandau gave his plan. I was...busy."
The king looked at him with a raised brow, "Busy...?"
He nodded, "Don't worry, it's all part of the scheme you had planned." 'And for my own.'
"Right..."
The councilmen looked at the man who had provided them with such valuable information. They noted that he wore a Slayer uniform and looked about the same age of their king, who was busy going over plans with his generals. An aged man stroked his gray beard as he thought, "Young man, just who are you? Where do you stand in this upcoming war, and why do you bear us news that come from the very same enemy, that wears the very same uniform that you stand before us in?"
He looked at the man with an emotionless face. His voice was low and calm when he spoke to the curious advisors. "Where I stand is obvious. Why I stand in front of you in wolf's clothing is my business. You can choose to acknowledge what I have to say, or you can turn a deaf ear to it. It matters not to me if you destroy your country and kill yourselves over your choice."
The man narrowed his eyes at him, "Your name, boy." He was not used to such disrespect from a youth besides his king, this only made his suspicions increase.
He looked at him with bored eyes then walked away. 'What morons for advisors, couldn't even thank him for all the trouble he had been through.' "What would you do with my name? Hmm?" He was regarded with silence as he walked. "That's what I thought. Your stubbornness and ignorance will get you killed one day, old man. Just call me Rai." He left the clueless men, anxious to get out of the tense room.
He lowered the telescope from his eye. He was seated on a rooftop, staring in on the secret meeting being held. Unless his skills on reading lips was regressing, which he doubted, he just watched an outline of what his thoughts were on attacking Fanelia tonight be told to the council. He was right to assign Rai to teach Hitomi. He had his suspicions on the boy but wasn't entirely sure, so he didn't include him on his plan. Then, when Chesta arrived and spoke of Rai's ill intentions, it only fueled the fire.
Rai had to be taken out of the picture, permanently.
"Hmm, so we have a spy in our army." He closed the telescope then stood. 'And of course we can't have a spy running around freely, no can we?' He jumped off the house, landing onto the stone pavement. His legs burned from the high jump but he didn't care.
Standing he turned towards the dark empty dark road. He walked down the road, without a second thought of being the most wanted man in Fanelia or the fear of being seen. He just strolled down in the darkness, his shadow lingering behind him from fading candle light.
He entered the cold desolate forest without ever glancing back. He looked up at the tree tops, his face expression dull. Slowly, he was raised into the air. His feet were suspended in the air, hovering above the ground. He gave a nod to the forest around him and was answered with loud metallic footsteps against the moss covered floor.
"Lord Dilandau, why did you need us to come with you?" an echoic voice bellowed from above him. The voice seemed to be warped, as if the person were speaking through his/her nose.
"We have a traitor in our barracks, I want you and the new guy to stay here for just a while longer. There will be incoming Slayers to take your current positions once the party starts. I need someone to stay here while I go get the others ready and I need someone as trustworthy as you, Miguel, to show the new guy the ropes. "
"Yes, sir." a disappointed Slayer responded. He always got stuck babysitting the newbs.
He was set down in front of his hidden red guymelef. He called into the intercom once he was inside the machine. "Hey what's the new Slayer's name?"
"Won't say. Hitomi said the name sounded Spanish, whatever that means. Maybe it's a secret race or something, the guy's name is Èl Rem."
"Ah, well is Rem dressed fit for a party?"
Miguel rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "I should say so, he said he was."
"Heh, well you kids have fun. I'll see you in an hour." With that, he took off in his guymelef.
Miguel watched him take off, he settled back in his chair and closed his eyes. "Hey Rem."
The voice was smooth and soft, the speaker kept their voice to a minimum volume. "Yeah?"
He sighed, "How's it feel to know that you may die tonight? Being a new, inexperienced soldier that you are and having no family or friends to mourn over you, how does it feel to know your taking in your last few breaths in this final hour?"
He received silence for a minute then the intercom cracked to show that the listener lived.
"It feels invigorating..."
Miguel laughed, "You don't sound too excited, but then again, who feels cheery when they know they are rushing into death without anything but a sword, man made machine, and a coin."
"A coin?" the voice seemed irritated but at the same time curious.
"Yea, death and life on each face, right? Hopefully, it'll land on the face that won't have your body burning in the very machine you sit in."
The person just couldn't believe what Miguel was telling them. Was he always this morbid? Or was it just because he was new and wanted to freak him out? Either way, it was still pretty disturbing. "What if I don't want either? What if I go for another choice."
Miguel cocked an eyebrow, this was new. Not many dared to mess with his logic. "What do you mean? There are no other choices, you can go for the life face or the death side. There are no other choices."
A small laugh could be heard on the other end, "What if...I go for the edge."
"The what?!"
"It's a very low percentage that the coin would land on it's edge, but the probability is still there." the voice was getting quieter, bored with where this conversation was going.
His eyes were wide with curiosity, what did this guy mean? Life was the obvious choice, and in order to sustain that you would have kill to stay alive, right? Death was another choice, to die for honor. Never fear it, if you die, you died for a noble cause. So why did this guy choose the edge? It didn't make sense to him, either choice was fine for him.
"Heh, you'll see." The voice disappeared, they had ended their conversation by turning off their intercom.
He nearly tugged his hair out of confusion, the people they let in these days were so...weird. He shrugged, deciding to better wait it out till the party, then get the hell away from this guy.
Her palms were sweaty as she held them together tightly behind her back. She was pacing in the room she shared with the friends she had become to close too in the days they had been together. She looked down at the gown she wore.
It was white, instead of the green they wanted to put her in. It fit her nicely on her upper body, but hung loosely from the bosom down. There was a split in the middle so that when she walked, the flaps would spread out like wings and flutter around her. Underneath the flaps was just silk white material. The flaps were embroidered with roses, and the top was swirling with jewels that were sewn into the spiraling roses.
"All she needs is a crown, am I right Chesta?" Gatti had been watching Hitomi pace from restlessness. His eyes twinkled from amusement, she was nervous and it was funny to watch her bugging like this. Usually, she was so calm and quiet, now she couldn't even sit still or stop mumbling to herself.
Chesta looked over from lying on his bed. He had been watching the flaps of her dress wave lightly to the rhythm of her legs. It was hypnotizing. He blinked then looked over to the smirking Gatti. "I'd have to say wings."
He waved him off, "Already got them."
"What?"
He smiled as he got up from the chair he was occupying. He walked over to his closet and flung it open like he was revealing something miraculous. He stepped back with his arm extended towards the open door. "Made them yesterday, not my finest work since I didn't have enough time but still, not too shabby."
Chesta sat up to get a better look inside but Dallet was in the way. "Hey move!"
Dallet picked up the burlap bag, he looked over at Gatti. "Yes, a very nice job in making a bag. Look at the threading Chesta, must have taken him a good 3 minutes." He laughed as he tossed the bag to Chesta.
Gatti smacked Dallet in the back of his head. "It's inside you moron."
"I knew that! Gah, I'm not THAT dense."
"Could have fooled me..."
"I HEARD that!" Dallet went to lunge at Gatti but was blocked by Hitomi.
"You don't want to mess up your attire, now do you gentlemen?" She looked at the both of them with a mother's scorn on her face. Her hands were placed on her hips as if she were scolding her own children.
Dallet and Gatti pointed at one another and replied in unison, "HE STARTED IT!"
She walked over and straightened some out of place hairs and wrinkled up shirt. "Your my escorts for tonight, and I can't have you two making me look bad, now can I?" Her eyes twinkled with mockery.
Dallet opened his mouth to retort, "Well-OW!" Gatti had stepped on his foot, the heel of his boot crushed Dallet's bare ones.
"Your right, that's what he was going to say. Your absolutely right, M'lady." He looked at Dallet out of the corner of his eyes. When Hitomi turned away, he whispered into his ear, "She's a nervous wreck as it is, let her win this."
He whispered back, "Pfft! Let her win?! I-"
Gatti covered his mouth and whispered again, "I wasn't done, after tonight, we'll get our revenge. Just let her think she's won tonight, we'll get our payback later."
Dallet sighed, "Fine...but this doesn't mean you don't have to sleep on the floor anymore."
He only rolled his eyes as his reply. 'Your time will come, don't worry. You have to fall asleep SOME time.'
While the three were arguing, Chesta had opened the bag. Inside, were two white objects. Each was the replica of the other. At first, he thought it was snow, but that would be crazy since it was early autumn. He touched the white fluff, feeling soft strands tickle his palm. Almost like touching a cloud.
He pulled the object free from it's prison, releasing the folded piece of heaven. His eyes widened as he watched the wings expand. He looked over at the now conspiring two, his eyes tried to catch Gatti's but he seemed too engrossed with his conversation with Dallet.
He looked over the wings, there were thin strings attached to the wings, so that the owner could pull or loosen the taut string to expand or fold the wings. They looked as if they would lift the person who wore them, they were large enough to wrap around one's body. He noticed how the feathers glistened in the candle light. Gatti really was quite the arts man.
"Hitomi..."
She had been standing by the window, chewing on her thumb absently. She turned her head towards him, "Yes? Oh wow!"
Chesta held the wings up, as if fitting them to her from afar. She really did look as if she were missing her wings. "Gatti made these for you, I'm guessing these are Swan feathers. I have yet to figure out what he used for the frame. Certainly not wire, he couldn't possible shape it to mimic the wings of an angel."
Gatti turned to him, wrinkling up his nose at him. "WELL BELIEVE IT! I did shape it out of wire, so there." He stuck out his tongue.
Chesta did the same back, "Well pardon me!"
"That's what I thought..." Gatti smirked triumphantly.
She laughed as she walked towards Chesta. "May I?" She extended her arms out towards the missing part to her outfit.
Chesta hopped off his bed, motioning for her to turn around. "No, may I?"
She smiled then nodded. She turned around, spreading her arms out in a "T" so that he could slip the small straps around her shoulders. She could hardly feel them at first, but the weight of the wings could be felt when he let go.
He handed her the strings, tying each string to her wrists. He stood back to admire her. Perfect. Now she was perfect.
"Would I be allowed to wear these? It's not exactly a costume party..."
Gatti walked up to her, looking at the quality of his work. "Heh, would those Fanelian bastards dare to insult the Gods by denying entry for one of their messengers?"
Chesta walked over to stand by Gatti, "She wasn't a messenger, she was one of the Gods. Remember?"
"Ah yes...Wing Goddess, well now you have your wings back. I doubt they would try to take them away, that King might try to clip them again but-" Chesta had elbowed him in the gut. He was getting off topic and going into forbidden territory.
She gave a shaky smile, "It's alright, he can say what he wants. I'm not bothered by it anymore." She let the wings spread out to it's full wing span then she closed them. "Magnificent Gatti, truly beautiful. I don't think I'm worthy of wearing them."
"Nonsense, they can't replace your original ones, but I hope they are close. Your more than worthy of wearing them, so don't try to insult my work by saying your not." He play punched her in the arm before turning to the door. "Hey come on! We were supposed to leave early, weren't we Chesta?"
Chesta nodded, offering Hitomi his arm. "M'lady?"
She grinned, wrapping her arm around his bent one. "M'lord?"
"M'stomach..." Dallet pushed the two of them out the door. "No solicitation, keep it moving."
"Miguel, are you there?"
Miguel called back, "Yea, are you the new unit that's supposed to take over?"
"Yea, you may leave now."
"Right. Hey Rem! You up? Come on, let's go."
Silence greeted him, then the breaking of the intercom with a message coming through, "After you."
Miguel walked away from where his spot was, moving his guymelef to the planned position for tonight. He jumped down and looked up, waiting for Rem to follow. He watched a shadow jump down from the invisible guymelef next to his, but couldn't see in the dark.
"That you?"
"Well duh. Go on, lead the way! I'm the new person, remember?"
Miguel noticed he had bright blue eyes that cut through the darkness. "Right..." He swore he had seen those eyes from somewhere else. Must have just been Deja vu or something. He turned, walking towards the brightly lit palace.
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Whoadie: Sorry but I have to stop it right there. I need someone for these Slayers! PLEASE gimme some ideas. Perhaps you would like to be paired up, or maybe you have a character in mind. ^_^ Details would be nice. Well uh, REVIEW REVIEW!!
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"..." talking
'...' thinking
Torn Apart
Chapter 6- New discoveries
"Your sure?"
"Positive."
He stroked his forehead as he thought, the crease on his forehead only deepened as he furrowed his eyebrows. 'So this was their plan...' He pushed himself up from the table, his chair screeching back as he stood. "I want all of their positions jotted down, every guest attending will be accounted for. If what he says is true, then we better prepare for the worst."
The council stated their vote. "Agreed."
"Good, send for Allen I want him to lead this resistance. Did you even get news of where their posts are going to be?"
The green haired soldier saluted him, "I was not present when Dilandau gave his plan. I was...busy."
The king looked at him with a raised brow, "Busy...?"
He nodded, "Don't worry, it's all part of the scheme you had planned." 'And for my own.'
"Right..."
The councilmen looked at the man who had provided them with such valuable information. They noted that he wore a Slayer uniform and looked about the same age of their king, who was busy going over plans with his generals. An aged man stroked his gray beard as he thought, "Young man, just who are you? Where do you stand in this upcoming war, and why do you bear us news that come from the very same enemy, that wears the very same uniform that you stand before us in?"
He looked at the man with an emotionless face. His voice was low and calm when he spoke to the curious advisors. "Where I stand is obvious. Why I stand in front of you in wolf's clothing is my business. You can choose to acknowledge what I have to say, or you can turn a deaf ear to it. It matters not to me if you destroy your country and kill yourselves over your choice."
The man narrowed his eyes at him, "Your name, boy." He was not used to such disrespect from a youth besides his king, this only made his suspicions increase.
He looked at him with bored eyes then walked away. 'What morons for advisors, couldn't even thank him for all the trouble he had been through.' "What would you do with my name? Hmm?" He was regarded with silence as he walked. "That's what I thought. Your stubbornness and ignorance will get you killed one day, old man. Just call me Rai." He left the clueless men, anxious to get out of the tense room.
He lowered the telescope from his eye. He was seated on a rooftop, staring in on the secret meeting being held. Unless his skills on reading lips was regressing, which he doubted, he just watched an outline of what his thoughts were on attacking Fanelia tonight be told to the council. He was right to assign Rai to teach Hitomi. He had his suspicions on the boy but wasn't entirely sure, so he didn't include him on his plan. Then, when Chesta arrived and spoke of Rai's ill intentions, it only fueled the fire.
Rai had to be taken out of the picture, permanently.
"Hmm, so we have a spy in our army." He closed the telescope then stood. 'And of course we can't have a spy running around freely, no can we?' He jumped off the house, landing onto the stone pavement. His legs burned from the high jump but he didn't care.
Standing he turned towards the dark empty dark road. He walked down the road, without a second thought of being the most wanted man in Fanelia or the fear of being seen. He just strolled down in the darkness, his shadow lingering behind him from fading candle light.
He entered the cold desolate forest without ever glancing back. He looked up at the tree tops, his face expression dull. Slowly, he was raised into the air. His feet were suspended in the air, hovering above the ground. He gave a nod to the forest around him and was answered with loud metallic footsteps against the moss covered floor.
"Lord Dilandau, why did you need us to come with you?" an echoic voice bellowed from above him. The voice seemed to be warped, as if the person were speaking through his/her nose.
"We have a traitor in our barracks, I want you and the new guy to stay here for just a while longer. There will be incoming Slayers to take your current positions once the party starts. I need someone to stay here while I go get the others ready and I need someone as trustworthy as you, Miguel, to show the new guy the ropes. "
"Yes, sir." a disappointed Slayer responded. He always got stuck babysitting the newbs.
He was set down in front of his hidden red guymelef. He called into the intercom once he was inside the machine. "Hey what's the new Slayer's name?"
"Won't say. Hitomi said the name sounded Spanish, whatever that means. Maybe it's a secret race or something, the guy's name is Èl Rem."
"Ah, well is Rem dressed fit for a party?"
Miguel rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "I should say so, he said he was."
"Heh, well you kids have fun. I'll see you in an hour." With that, he took off in his guymelef.
Miguel watched him take off, he settled back in his chair and closed his eyes. "Hey Rem."
The voice was smooth and soft, the speaker kept their voice to a minimum volume. "Yeah?"
He sighed, "How's it feel to know that you may die tonight? Being a new, inexperienced soldier that you are and having no family or friends to mourn over you, how does it feel to know your taking in your last few breaths in this final hour?"
He received silence for a minute then the intercom cracked to show that the listener lived.
"It feels invigorating..."
Miguel laughed, "You don't sound too excited, but then again, who feels cheery when they know they are rushing into death without anything but a sword, man made machine, and a coin."
"A coin?" the voice seemed irritated but at the same time curious.
"Yea, death and life on each face, right? Hopefully, it'll land on the face that won't have your body burning in the very machine you sit in."
The person just couldn't believe what Miguel was telling them. Was he always this morbid? Or was it just because he was new and wanted to freak him out? Either way, it was still pretty disturbing. "What if I don't want either? What if I go for another choice."
Miguel cocked an eyebrow, this was new. Not many dared to mess with his logic. "What do you mean? There are no other choices, you can go for the life face or the death side. There are no other choices."
A small laugh could be heard on the other end, "What if...I go for the edge."
"The what?!"
"It's a very low percentage that the coin would land on it's edge, but the probability is still there." the voice was getting quieter, bored with where this conversation was going.
His eyes were wide with curiosity, what did this guy mean? Life was the obvious choice, and in order to sustain that you would have kill to stay alive, right? Death was another choice, to die for honor. Never fear it, if you die, you died for a noble cause. So why did this guy choose the edge? It didn't make sense to him, either choice was fine for him.
"Heh, you'll see." The voice disappeared, they had ended their conversation by turning off their intercom.
He nearly tugged his hair out of confusion, the people they let in these days were so...weird. He shrugged, deciding to better wait it out till the party, then get the hell away from this guy.
Her palms were sweaty as she held them together tightly behind her back. She was pacing in the room she shared with the friends she had become to close too in the days they had been together. She looked down at the gown she wore.
It was white, instead of the green they wanted to put her in. It fit her nicely on her upper body, but hung loosely from the bosom down. There was a split in the middle so that when she walked, the flaps would spread out like wings and flutter around her. Underneath the flaps was just silk white material. The flaps were embroidered with roses, and the top was swirling with jewels that were sewn into the spiraling roses.
"All she needs is a crown, am I right Chesta?" Gatti had been watching Hitomi pace from restlessness. His eyes twinkled from amusement, she was nervous and it was funny to watch her bugging like this. Usually, she was so calm and quiet, now she couldn't even sit still or stop mumbling to herself.
Chesta looked over from lying on his bed. He had been watching the flaps of her dress wave lightly to the rhythm of her legs. It was hypnotizing. He blinked then looked over to the smirking Gatti. "I'd have to say wings."
He waved him off, "Already got them."
"What?"
He smiled as he got up from the chair he was occupying. He walked over to his closet and flung it open like he was revealing something miraculous. He stepped back with his arm extended towards the open door. "Made them yesterday, not my finest work since I didn't have enough time but still, not too shabby."
Chesta sat up to get a better look inside but Dallet was in the way. "Hey move!"
Dallet picked up the burlap bag, he looked over at Gatti. "Yes, a very nice job in making a bag. Look at the threading Chesta, must have taken him a good 3 minutes." He laughed as he tossed the bag to Chesta.
Gatti smacked Dallet in the back of his head. "It's inside you moron."
"I knew that! Gah, I'm not THAT dense."
"Could have fooled me..."
"I HEARD that!" Dallet went to lunge at Gatti but was blocked by Hitomi.
"You don't want to mess up your attire, now do you gentlemen?" She looked at the both of them with a mother's scorn on her face. Her hands were placed on her hips as if she were scolding her own children.
Dallet and Gatti pointed at one another and replied in unison, "HE STARTED IT!"
She walked over and straightened some out of place hairs and wrinkled up shirt. "Your my escorts for tonight, and I can't have you two making me look bad, now can I?" Her eyes twinkled with mockery.
Dallet opened his mouth to retort, "Well-OW!" Gatti had stepped on his foot, the heel of his boot crushed Dallet's bare ones.
"Your right, that's what he was going to say. Your absolutely right, M'lady." He looked at Dallet out of the corner of his eyes. When Hitomi turned away, he whispered into his ear, "She's a nervous wreck as it is, let her win this."
He whispered back, "Pfft! Let her win?! I-"
Gatti covered his mouth and whispered again, "I wasn't done, after tonight, we'll get our revenge. Just let her think she's won tonight, we'll get our payback later."
Dallet sighed, "Fine...but this doesn't mean you don't have to sleep on the floor anymore."
He only rolled his eyes as his reply. 'Your time will come, don't worry. You have to fall asleep SOME time.'
While the three were arguing, Chesta had opened the bag. Inside, were two white objects. Each was the replica of the other. At first, he thought it was snow, but that would be crazy since it was early autumn. He touched the white fluff, feeling soft strands tickle his palm. Almost like touching a cloud.
He pulled the object free from it's prison, releasing the folded piece of heaven. His eyes widened as he watched the wings expand. He looked over at the now conspiring two, his eyes tried to catch Gatti's but he seemed too engrossed with his conversation with Dallet.
He looked over the wings, there were thin strings attached to the wings, so that the owner could pull or loosen the taut string to expand or fold the wings. They looked as if they would lift the person who wore them, they were large enough to wrap around one's body. He noticed how the feathers glistened in the candle light. Gatti really was quite the arts man.
"Hitomi..."
She had been standing by the window, chewing on her thumb absently. She turned her head towards him, "Yes? Oh wow!"
Chesta held the wings up, as if fitting them to her from afar. She really did look as if she were missing her wings. "Gatti made these for you, I'm guessing these are Swan feathers. I have yet to figure out what he used for the frame. Certainly not wire, he couldn't possible shape it to mimic the wings of an angel."
Gatti turned to him, wrinkling up his nose at him. "WELL BELIEVE IT! I did shape it out of wire, so there." He stuck out his tongue.
Chesta did the same back, "Well pardon me!"
"That's what I thought..." Gatti smirked triumphantly.
She laughed as she walked towards Chesta. "May I?" She extended her arms out towards the missing part to her outfit.
Chesta hopped off his bed, motioning for her to turn around. "No, may I?"
She smiled then nodded. She turned around, spreading her arms out in a "T" so that he could slip the small straps around her shoulders. She could hardly feel them at first, but the weight of the wings could be felt when he let go.
He handed her the strings, tying each string to her wrists. He stood back to admire her. Perfect. Now she was perfect.
"Would I be allowed to wear these? It's not exactly a costume party..."
Gatti walked up to her, looking at the quality of his work. "Heh, would those Fanelian bastards dare to insult the Gods by denying entry for one of their messengers?"
Chesta walked over to stand by Gatti, "She wasn't a messenger, she was one of the Gods. Remember?"
"Ah yes...Wing Goddess, well now you have your wings back. I doubt they would try to take them away, that King might try to clip them again but-" Chesta had elbowed him in the gut. He was getting off topic and going into forbidden territory.
She gave a shaky smile, "It's alright, he can say what he wants. I'm not bothered by it anymore." She let the wings spread out to it's full wing span then she closed them. "Magnificent Gatti, truly beautiful. I don't think I'm worthy of wearing them."
"Nonsense, they can't replace your original ones, but I hope they are close. Your more than worthy of wearing them, so don't try to insult my work by saying your not." He play punched her in the arm before turning to the door. "Hey come on! We were supposed to leave early, weren't we Chesta?"
Chesta nodded, offering Hitomi his arm. "M'lady?"
She grinned, wrapping her arm around his bent one. "M'lord?"
"M'stomach..." Dallet pushed the two of them out the door. "No solicitation, keep it moving."
"Miguel, are you there?"
Miguel called back, "Yea, are you the new unit that's supposed to take over?"
"Yea, you may leave now."
"Right. Hey Rem! You up? Come on, let's go."
Silence greeted him, then the breaking of the intercom with a message coming through, "After you."
Miguel walked away from where his spot was, moving his guymelef to the planned position for tonight. He jumped down and looked up, waiting for Rem to follow. He watched a shadow jump down from the invisible guymelef next to his, but couldn't see in the dark.
"That you?"
"Well duh. Go on, lead the way! I'm the new person, remember?"
Miguel noticed he had bright blue eyes that cut through the darkness. "Right..." He swore he had seen those eyes from somewhere else. Must have just been Deja vu or something. He turned, walking towards the brightly lit palace.
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Whoadie: Sorry but I have to stop it right there. I need someone for these Slayers! PLEASE gimme some ideas. Perhaps you would like to be paired up, or maybe you have a character in mind. ^_^ Details would be nice. Well uh, REVIEW REVIEW!!