Nylat seemed to zone out for a moment, thinking, before shaking her head, returning to reality. What he said confirmed her suspicion, and she trusted Dravius enough to as.sume he wasn't lying.
"If that's the case, then we may still be able to save this effort."
She mumbled it to herself, seemingly have forgotten Dravius was there, but then returned her attention to Dravius, her eyes a bit more relaxed, but she herself was still serious-looking.
"Well, here goes. Listen very carefully."
The hybrid sighed and looked down at the ground. She really didn't feel all too well about butting into this, but after yesterday, there was no way Maya would tell him. Now, it was just up to Nylat to be able to find the right words. But, eventually, she came to the decision that there was no way she was going to be able to get this point across to Dravius without saying it flat out. If he hadn't noticed thus far... This conclusion caused Nylat to sigh again. She looked up at Dravius, really not wanting to do this....but it was for Maya. That's the thought that kept her going. Maya was going to get hurt soon if something wasn't done. She wasn't herself.
"What you said--what Break made you say, it doesn't matter who's fault it was--probably killed Maya inside."
The hybrid took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she was about to say.
"What you said, was that you couldn't love Maya...."
Nylat whined a bit, having to pause and regain her composure before she continued. The hybrid was obviously affected, and it took many tries of opening and closing her mouth before she finally got the words out.
"She loves you Dravius. And has for a long while."

Glaring openly, Maya's face blanked at the Demons despaired plea. It wasn't working, and never would, even if the guy should attack her again. She released her broken wrist, lifting her right arm to rest on the left side of her neck, flinching at the soreness, despite the fact it wasn't really all that bad.

Once the adrenaline of flight had wore off a little, the teen felt again the stirrings of fear, shaking her head at Alto, but making no move to step any closer to him. "I don't kill," She whispered stubbornly, ignoring Alto's last question as her hand once again found her broken wrist. She was still very pale, wincing with every slight movement of her injured hand.

"And I'm not the only one who should see Raphael. It's not safe for you to be running free," Her voice was blank. Had she not been struggling through her own emotions, she wouldn't have sounded quite so blunt or harsh. Turning, she headed back the way she had come, sincerely hoping Alto would make the right choice and follow, trying without any leeway to ignore the shooting pains in her left arm.

It didn't take long to get back, and Maya paused just by the wall she'd occupied earlier, throwing an unitrested glance over her shoulder to ensure Alto had followed; Gathering her will to walk any closer to the Circus vans, not that she needed to.

Julian, who had turned away from Kioko and Spider to look over at the stranger, caught sight of her, his eyes narrowing. "Raphael," He said shortly, the Ring Master glancing at the black haired male before following his gaze.

With a visible change in his ex
pression, he seemingly appeared in front of the girl without much transition, his hand on her shoulder as he as.sessed the injuries on her neck and arm. When he spoke, it was a voice harbouring a distinct anger and fear. "What in hell happened to you?..."

Maya didn't answer, simply downturned her face. her good arm grasping his in a desperate plea. She hadn't felt like this since before she'd been found, and the events of last couple of days seemed to completely boil over there and then as the tears ran freely down her face. Never in her life had she felt so vulnerable.

((Moini-plot climax time1)) 

Dravius's face grew increasigly worried as Nylat ran through the first few sentances, and as the last two left her mouth, Dravius groaned deeply and flopped forewards, pressing his face into the gras.s. He groaned again, filled with pain.

"Oh, goooood." Dravius moaned, putting his hands over his head. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, hanging his head, his hair both gras.stained and dissarrayed. The co-master moaned again, shaking his head. "I hate to prove Break right, but that was the truth. I don't like any girls. It just won't work. Gooood, I wouldn't have told her like that!"

Dravius placed his hands over his face, maoning softly. "Ahhh, I'm so sorry! Nnnnn...." He trailed off, staring at the sky with his one eye, the same color as it gazed into the endless blue.

Alto didn't flinch, only looked at the sword with a slightly longer ex
pression. "Do cut my throat. It would be better than this life. Death." he said through clenched teeth. His eyes darkened with sorrow as Raphael asked him to explain. "I lost the control Sara carefully constructed in my mind before she died." he said nothing for a few minutes. "It was too much. Sara dying, my brother...." he trailed off. "Silverbane showing up, near death." His eyes became agonized. "Death follows in my footsteps." He said in a pained voice. "I became what I had sworn not to become...." he paused and the memories flashed through his mind. He closed his eyes and placed his head in his hands. "And I did, what I swore I would never do again......" He whispered. He sounded as if he was choking around something. He took his head out of his hands. His eyes glinted slightly with tears. "Maya, unfortunetly, was near me once I changed back. But I was not myself......." He whispered. His body swayed slightly. He grabbed Julians sword and held it to his chest. His eyes were agonized once again. "Kill me. It's something I deserve. Although, a sword to the chest will probably be much less painful than I deserve." He whispered hoarsely.

[[oh no sadness and drama. *drags Kioko away from drama*]]

"Yes! That would be very nice." Spider said, beaming. He held his hand out, and without asking, took Kioko's hand and started walking along towards the van. Spider wasn't really aware that some people didn't like holding hands and may beat him with fruit for even trying. It was just a habit. Spider was very fond of holding hands, even if Em was the only one who ever allowed him to do it. Perhaps this is why he so easily a.ssumed Kioko would be okay with it, seeing as she resembled his cousin so much.

As he walked toward the van, he wondered out loud. "I wonder if they have pancakes?" and rubbed his stomach absently. Because of his impulsive nature, he was blissfully unaware of what was taking place behind him. A good thing, too. It would break his little heart to hear such words coming out of Alto's mouth, and he hadn't ever even met the boy. Even worse, the sight of Maya's sadness because of something the boy did would have sent him into hysterics. And it probably wouldn't be the nicest thing to be utterly terrified of Julian after witnessing such a threatening gesture either. So being softheaded and childish was a good thing, in some cases.

((Thanks Grayvs.  Poor Kiokos' had a rough time so far.))

Luckily, Spider dragged Kioko away from the scene before she witnessed a bloody, crying Maya, or Julian holding a sword to Altos' throat, ready to give him his wish of death.  The shock of seeing the gentle butterfly girl in such a state, combined with the unpleasant night she had had, would likely have caused her to lose control yet again.  

Instead, Kioko walked with Spider as he grabbed her hand and headed toward the food.  It was unusual for someone to touch her in such a non threatening way, but Kioko decided it wasn't a bad thing.  Spider had been very nice to her so far, and if holding her hand made him feel better, she was okay with it.  It was nice to be around people who weren't constantly terrified of you and avoided contact like you had the plague.

"Pancakes would be nice," Kioko answered wistfully.  "I really like them, but mom almost never made them when we lived together.  She was always busy with something..."  The statement reminded her of her dream, and Kioko hurriedly changed the subject.

"So, umm, what other kinds of food do you like, Spider?"  she asked, hoping he didn't notice the quick topic change. 

Nylat, with a blank and hard stare, gave an exasperated sigh, and turned, padding away without a word. She was mumbling to herself, agitated beyond belief.
"Naturally. I go to all this hard work, and now I have to break the news to Maya. Let's hope she's feeling somewhat better and hasn't done anything stupid. I'd have to hurt her."
And the hybrid was halfway tempted to turn around and at least try to hurt Dravius, though she was aware the attempt would be in vain. In her frustration, the hybrid managed to find a rather large rock and as soon as she caught sight of it, she broke into a run, ramming her shoulder into the rock, nearly shattering it. It stung slightly, but not much.

((She'll ghet back to the camp later. I gotta go.))

((Nuuu! I feel so BAD! -Headdesk- I'm so impressionable. And Gravys. I get it. Fruity scarring. -Gigglesnort-))

Dravius moaned slightly and rolled over so he was facedown in the gra,ss, his arms and legs splayed out. Dravius had never known it was possible to feel this bad about saying something. There was one thing he would never understand, and that was love. It was so hard. He had been so clueless.

Slowly beating his head against the ground, Dravius made an executive descision to get as far away as possbile, before Nylat came back, especially after he heard the rather large thud in the distance.

 Dravius got to his feet rather quickly, sliding his hands into his pockets and looking at the ground. He had started the bleeding in his lip again, and it dripped from underneath a veil of white hair. He walked past Spider and Kioko without even noticing them, and started softly hitting his head against the metal side of the food van, letting out a moan of utter despair.

The Co-Master turned, noticing Spider and Kioko behind him. His good eye was dull, and seemed darker than it had before. "Ah, Hello." He murmured softly, blinking slowly. "How was your sleep?" Dravius asked through a bleeding and split through lip, leaning against the food van.

((Hm....))

Nylat, after shattering a few more rocks, was now limping and decided it was high time to return to the Circus. After all, she had felt a rather sickening crack on that last boulder, and though she was built for her strength, with slightly stronger bones, she wanted to make sure it wasn't broken. So, she limped, though rather quickly, back to her home, as she would call it. Immedeatly upon returning, she knew something was wrong. She could feel it in the air. Her attention, on auto-pilot, turned directly to Raphael, and of course, the people around him. Grumbling to herself at the sight, she hobbled over, not putting too much pressure on her leg. Her eyes were constantly straying to Maya, and she blamed herself for not staying and keeping a careful eye on her.
"Should've stayed. Outcome would have been much better. Much, much better. Instead, I missed one bird with three stones."
This was only a bit of her grumbling that got cut off as she approached. She swept her eyes quickly around the group before she instantly looked up at her friend.
"What did you get yourself into this time? I leave for--"
Her mind finally registered the rest of what she'd caught in her sweer-survielance, and she turned to Alto, quickly noting that Julian's sword was at an easy kill spot. Then again, His sword could be a mile away and still at an easy kill shot. The hybrid gave one last glance back at Maya before glaring at Alto, limping over to stand by Julian, sitting with her front left leg lifted a bit.
"Don't tell me....Did this idiot....?"
She glanced up at Julian for answers, severly hoping she was wrong. If not...There'd defninantly would be some bloodshed.

((Nylat's just having a bad day, poor thing. *snuggles*))

[[Pfft. Maybe I should put vague references to things I've said in my posts more often.]]

No pancakes? That's too bad. He'd never had a Mom, but Em was sort of like one... he supposed. Though Sera was the one who did most of the cooking in their house. But there were plenty of pancakes. It was probably some plot to put some extra weight on him. A failing one, seeing as Spider didn't have a very big sweet tooth.

On the subject of food, which he decided was better than just pancakes, Spider looked up thoughtfully. "Fruit is good." Beatles are juicy. But he wanted to keep that bit to himself. He was thinking about apricots and was about to ask Kioko if she liked apricots too, when he watched Dravius walk by them. "Goo--" His greeting derailed in his throat as he watched Dravius smack his head into the van and let out an awful sound. Perhaps he wasn't having a good morning after all. 

He glanced at Kioko, glad he wasn't alone, and then looked back at Dravius as he addressed them. "Um, hello, Mister Dravius." He squirmed uncomfortably at the sight of Dravius's bleeding lip and had to release Kioko's hand for fear of squishing it. "Sleep? Oh... just fine." He paused and stared at the blood dripping from Dravius's split lip. Spider was unsure whether to point it out to him or not. All he wanted was some pancakes. Maybe some cereal. And now he was feeling sick again.

"Are you okay? You're... um, you're bleeding." It seemed silly to point out, because the Co-Owner must notice. Not being able to feel pain didn't mean you couldn't feel blood dribbling down your chin, did it?

Andrew took this opportunity to slip away from them, he would have loved to watch. Chaos and swords being on of his p*censored*ions but his arm demanded attention as it sent another cold flash of pain up his arm and paralyzing his shoulder for a few moments. he clenched his teeth, glared, and turned away from the group to find a more secluded place to patch himself up.

He walked slowly, keeping his eyes firmly on the ground determined not to catch anyone's gaze and have them notice his arm. He gripped his arm just above the elbow, digging his nails into the black leather to stop the pain. This wasn't normal, usually the pain didn't bother him, a slight pinch would be the most. 

He finally had all he could take and thought that he wasn't going to find any water without going to a van of wagon and getting a bottle of it when he came across and small pond. He was surprised with his fortune and walked over to it, sitting on the bank and removing the sleeve. The usual scars and welt greeted him, the blood was still running and he was beginning to feel lightheaded. He dipped the arm into the water until it went numb in the ice cold liquid then pulled it out again. 

He decided to just untie the white cloth from Sonyo's hilt and wrapped the long white strip around his arm and pulled the sleeve back down. He sighed, closing his eyes. This couldn't last forever, he knew, and he wondered if just ending it now would be better than t getting worse later. He stood up, and left the pond, it had red mixed in it from his blood but other than that there was nothing proving that he was in pain. 

Focused on her conversation with Spider, Kioko didn't notice Dravius until he had pas.sed by and began to slam his head against the side of the food van.  Already nervous, she almost jumped out of her skin when he moaned unhappily before turning to face the two of them.  

She just nodded in dumbfounded agreement with Spider when Dravius asked how they slept.  His lip looked like it had been ripped in two, and the man wanted to make polite conversation?  Even though he couldn't feel the pain, the injury was dripping blood over his chin and onto his clothes.  Didn't it bother him, even a little?

"Are you okay?  You're... um, you're bleeding."  Spiders' uneasy voice managed to bring her around, and Kioko realized he'd let go of her hand.  Nervously, she searched through the pockets of her cloak till she managed to find a crumpled, but clean, tissue.  Folding it into a square, Kioko held it out to Dravius awkwardly.  

"You can use this for the blood," she told him.  "Um.  You should probably get your lip taken care of.  That looks like it'll need stitches."  She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.  "So.  Um.  Did someone attack you?  Are you injured anywhere else?  Is there anything we can do for you?"  She realized she was starting to ramble again, and Kioko stopped her questioning abruptly.  Dravius might not want to talk about whatever had happened to him right now, she realized belatedly.