((Yes, Kuro.  More charries for all O_O

Pfft.  Kioko needs to be blunt to get anything through Dravvy's thick head.)) 

((OmgZyanoyes<3 Ny needs him. Like, naow. You should increase the limit, bring 'im in, and have him find Nylat. ;D))

Kanec, nodding, closed his eyes, concentrating on what Raphael had told him. Unicorn with wings. Feeling soft gr*censored* beneath hooves, he opened his eyes and nearly died of frustration. Granted, he'd shifted into a unicorn with wongs--but they were scaly wings, like a dragon's.
"Great. Never can shift as I want when I want. Oh well."
He lowered himself so Disera could access his back easier, and wondered how in the world he was to convince Nylat to listen to him, let alone get her to cme back. When the hybrid had her mind set, it was hard to change.

~~

Nylat, meanwhile, had managed, somehow, to get herself in a tree, her eyes drifting shut. She was still angry--fuming, still, and her foot hurt more, but she had to live with it. The last of her strength, put into breaking that branch, had finally affected her, and weariness had hit her. She doubted anyone would find her. There was good leaf cover, and she was hard to see from the ground unless you were watching the trees with purpose...

She'd only rest a bit. Then she'd be on her way. Just...a few...minutes....

((I made a mistake in the last post. Scars--Right side. Hurt foot/leg--left foreleg))

[[upping the character limit might make me okay with staying here. uh. my characters are a drag sometimes and i get bored and tired of them. D:

four slots or not, heeeh, i am going to be pushing the number of boys up again. darn my non-female characters. *waits patiently for a new day*]]

Dravius looked only mildly surprised at Kioko's harsh words, standing to let the injured girl pa.ss, and said softly, "Try and stay off that ankle," Sitting back down in the far corner, across and to the left of Maya, returning to his previous position, but his time gently beating the back of his head on the smooth wood of the van, a hollow thudding resounding through the dwelling, before he got up and crossed to a small table, reaching into his pocket and drawing out a small, clear bottle made of glas.s, and set it down, saying softly, "This helps with stuff like headaches, or torn muscles," Opening the door, the boy slipped outside, breathing in the crisp, clean air.

Ignoring the thuds coming from the wagon next to his, which happened to be Beron's, Dravius lifted himself up to the roof of his van, lying on his stomach. The co-master let his oozing lower arms hang over the dark edge of the roof. Sighing slightly, he reached an arm inside the skylight and flipped the switch that controlled the nails on his wagon up and down, rising a fwe inches on a forest of pointy metal.

Leaving the nails up, Dravius sat back on his knees, feeling the rush of tingling invading his shins. Paying it no mind, he got to his feet, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. Sitting back down again, the co-master lay on his back, lying delicately on the rusted nails. Getting up and shaking his head swiftly, he hopped swiftly off, landing lightly inside his wagon. Coughing, Dravius sat on his bed and pulled his blanket over his head, going through the conents of his deep pockets, and adding a few more vials of painkillers.

((Rules updated. ;D Go read 'em. Dunno about bringing Zyano in yet though. >.< If at all. He actually goes against one of my rules. lol. o-o

And Zomby, characters are always free to come and go. :3 Maya still might go yet. She's getting pretty close, anyway.))

Stretching, Raphael looked somewhat disconsolently out of one of the windows of his van, watching the rising sun with little to no interest as he lay on his bed, arms crossed behind his head. His ex
pression was unreadable, but he let loose a quiet sigh that clearly indicated he was still somewhat concerned. What Kioko had told him last night had not calmed his worries regarding Maya. Clearly, there seemed to be no improvement, if anything, it was getting worse. Raphael was seriously beginning to doubt whether or not he'd see Maya again. That is, the one who existed before this whole damn arc took place.

He had attempted last night, for a good hour, to prise Maya from her van, only to be met with a swift and very blunt suggestion to leave her alone, followed by silence. He didn't want to leave her in there. Julian had suggested leaving her, and Raphael, naturally, had declined. He'd left Dravius alone 8 months ago, and look how that turned out. No. He couldn't make that mistake again.

The Ring-Master sighed again, then forced himself into a sitting position before standing up and walking to the van door. He slipped outside, waving quickly and somewhat distractedly at the members already milling about, including Julian, who stood by his own van looking bored. The sun was pale, and the weather warm and calm. It was looking to be another, rather pleasant day.

Raphael made his way through the grounds swiftly, not really having much of an aim, his mind lost in thought. It was Dravius's van, with the nails up, that caught his attention and caused him to raise an eyebrow. He strolled over, knocking on the nail-free section of door and calling. "Dravius, you alright?... Get out here," He crossed his arms and glanced off towards the ocean, his face impas.sive.

~~~

Another sleepless night. She should have expected it, really. Maya frowned slightly, having not moved from her position on the chair in the slightest. She laid on her back, both legs crossed over a chair arm, her own arms over her torso. The vial of painkiller Dravius had left last night had remained untouched, not that Maya had really paid attention to him. The cushion over her head had prevented her really hearing whatver he had said. Whatever, she supposed

She rolled onto her side, her mind lost in morbid thoughts. It wasn't worth loving Dravius. That was one conclusion she'd come to. All this pain for nothing, essentially, and she had no way of stopping it. She had, literally, battled with her own mind all night, trying to  convince herself last nights general plan was a good one.

The further she got away from here, the better. Maya pushed herself up, sitting with her legs crossed on the chair and holding her hands over her face. She wouldn't get far with this much energy... She'd probably have to wait. Not a good idea.

With a quiet whimper, the girl laid on her side again, crossing her arms on one arm of the chair and burying her face.. Later. She'd go later. Maybe. As soon as she felt she'd be able to handle it.

Nylat glared at the door to her van, her head laying on the floor of her dwelling and her paws tucked under her. She still lay in her pile of blanket and cloth scraps she claimed as a bed. She was refusing to come out. How Kanec had even managed to find her was one thing. Convincing her to return was another. She barely remembered him talking to her. He'd probably dragged her back, despite any objections. Her foreleg still pained her. She'd told no one, and hadn't let it show. And she wasn't about to.

Shifting slightly to let her weight rest on her left side, she growled to herself, a deep, threatening growl that echoed off of the now-empty walls. She'd taken down her pelts. She often did so, to rearrange them, but this time, she didn't finish the task. The hybrid had found it too frustrating, really. Each pelt had a backstory, and each story, she could remember, and many had to do with Kanec. Especially the one rabbit pelt she'd set aside, stained with her own blood. It reminded her of Jevak, and she wanted to burn the pelt. But she couldn't bring herself to detroy any pelt.  Even one like that.

Flicking her tail, she debated on going to see Maya, but instantly rejected that thought.
No. She didn't want to see me yesterday, who says she would now?
But, she didn't really blame the girl. It had been a hard week. Nylat really had no room to be mad at her. She was doing the same, locking herself in her van to be antisocial. She tried convincing herself it was for their safety. An angry Nylat was not a safe one, but...

Sighing, she lifted her head from the floor, and pushed herself from the floor, struggling somewhat with the effort. Despite a partial night's sleep, she was still tired. Kanec, being the butt he was, had made her walk back to the Circus. And probably took a longer route, at that.

She limped over to the door and, steeling herself against the pain in her foreleg, opened the door, blinking against the sunlight that met her, but continuing anyways, leaving the door open. She didn't trust herself to close it. Shaking her head and setting her ears back, she continued on, stopping at Maya's van, after taking a longer-than-needed route to procrastinate.

Instead of knocking, or calling a greeting, she merely just roughly laid her head on the door, enough to make a thud. She needed it more for the stability and support. Closing her eyes, she sighed, and called softly.
"Maya?"

((No. Ny does not approve. D<))

Nylat nearly gave a start when Selvai seemed to appear out of thin air. That's what she got for not paying attention. She flicked her tail in answer to his greeting, and in response to his question, she raised her head, and stood straight, despite the pain that seemed to slice her in half.
"As for that, I wouldn't know. But I'll break down this door if the need arises."
She listened carefully to Selvai's words and raised an eyebrow at him. In the short while she'd known him, she'd learned his personality. And this was not it. It was odd. she'd have to keep a close eye on him. Maybe get some help in doing so.

Glancing up, she flicked her tail and crouched, before leaping and scrambling to the top of the van, flopping down. Now her side ached too. She hadn't been able to jump like that in a while, not since she'd first gotten the scars. She glared at Selvai, her blue eyes hard and unforgiving.
"I'm watching you, magician. Never doubt that."

((Ohmaigawsh. Naow my left leg hurts. DX And I have to depend on my right leg. I'M LINKED TO NYLAT! :D))

Yama trooped over a hill without incident, and then bumped right into someone. It was definitely not her fault. He had not been there before.
“Oh my, that was a bit of a miscalculation on my part, my sincerest apologies, my dear.”  And there was a short blonde man backing away from her, a faint blush on his face. Bumping into Yama at that height resulted in awkward situations. And usually someone loosing an arm.  The man readjusted his vest, and looked quite apologetic. Yama didn't recognize him, and realized she was without her sungla.sses, which made the situation dire.

Explaining she had a strange and outlandish eye condition only made a few people stop asking questions. The fellow pushed his spectacles back up his nose and smiled up at Sh'Yama, and it was a quite nice smile, she supposed. “You're definitely the one. And they don't know what they're saying, you're quite a handsome woman, if I may say so.” He said, and offered his hand. “Evan Daudet. Former Blodwen.” He introduced.

Sh'Yama did not shake the offered hand. Evan looked a little upset about this, and put his hand to his pocket and started to fiddle with is pocket watch chain.

“You are, I expect, Miss Sh'Yama Blodwen, correct? Now, no need for such a look, my dear. I've heard a bit about your shenanigans. Never quite liked 'Carlene much, always a bit too into messing with the natural order. But nobody listens to batty old Evan,” He trailed off, huffing and mentally kicking himself. “Right. I came to tell you, since no one else seems to care, that Carly was looking for you.”

Sh'Yama stared at him blankly. Carly? Carlene?
Evan must have noticed her blank look, and bopped himself lightly on the head. “Of course, of course! What year is it? Xucarlene. Oh, he had that name taken from him, hadn't he? Just Laurence, then? Sorry about that, dear. Still imagining him knee high to a kitten.” Evan got a vaugely dazed look on his face, and then looked at Yama as if he were seeing her for the first time. “What was I―? Oh, yes! So Laurence is looking for you, and you know how he is, I'm sure. A bit too fond of guns, in my personal opinion.”

“Thank you for the information, but I was already leaving.” Sh'Yama said, evenly.
“Is that right?” Evan asked, looking a bit disappointed. He had been looking forward to looking at the circus. A whole bunch of them, all together? How fascinating! What wondrous people they all must be! “Would little Boris still be there? Last time I saw him was... roughly four hours ago. Probably been much longer for him. Has he learned to read yet?” Evan stepped around Yama and tried to stand on tip-toe to get a look at the circus, but failed miserably.

“I... yes he... he might be. I would hope so.  Who did you say you were again?” Sh'Yama was a bit agitated by this strange little fellow with the goatee. Weren't goatee's usually a sign of evil?
“Splendid! Would it be alright if I moseyed down there and said hello? You're already on your way... well, I'll keep an eye out, see you soon.” Evan said, and was gone.
Sh'Yama had been mumbling a “wait” which turned into a slight yelp of surprise. Where did he—? He was just gone.  Yama stood alone at the bottom of the hill and rubbed her eyes. Maybe she should go back after all.

 - - -

It took forever to find Spider. Little more than a few seconds went by for everyone else, but Evan had been running around the encampment for about 45 minutes now. Evan materialized on the beach and flicked the lid of his pocket watch shut. Phew, what a productive day so far. “Hello there, Boris!” He said, cheerfully, standing just at the edge of the water― he didn't want to get his sneakers wet ―and waved.

Spider ignored him, whether on purpose or because he was still too interested in his rocks was a mystery. “... nice to see you, too.” Evan said, deflating impressively.

[[wow this word count should have been put into my NaNoWriMo novel. what is wrong with me.]]

((I don't think anyone dislikes your post, Kioko. xD Pfft. It made me laugh. And lol, Nylat. o-o))

Soon. That's what she kept telling herself. She'd go soon. Maya knew it probably wouldn't be that easy though, not in the slightest, and it didn't help that she was finding it hard to get enough motivation to move. Maybe eventually was a better term. Soon was proving hard to keep to.

Sighing through her nose, the butterfly shifted so that she once again lay on her back, her head resting on the arm the chair she resided in. She folded her arms over her torso, both legs bent at the knee. This was stupid. As much as Maya wanted to be on her own, she thrived on social interaction. She knew full well she was doing herself damage this way, keeping herself isolated, but she still blatantly refused to face anyone, her mind too occupied with pointless and self-torturing thoughts. She didn't have the energy, nor the will to move from where she was. She wasn't going to give in simply because she became bored of sitting in here, nor because she missed the Circus bustle and the people she so often spoke to. It could all go on very well without her.

She rolled onto her side again so that she faced the door of her van, keeping her legs and arms in their previous positions, her mind struggling to pull away from those thoughts. Leaving. It was a scary proposition, that much was certain, but Maya was quickly running out of options. It was either that, or staying in here... Trying to forget was another option, though one that no longer existed. Maya couldn't forget. It just wasn't that easy.

With a quiet and distraught groan, Maya lifted an arm and dropped it over her eyes, which were beginning to water with burden of bearing these thoughts. She felt so torn. Even the gentle comforts of her fluttering insects was quickly wearing thin. She needed out, or she was going to go mad in here... But she was completely unsure of whether or not she'd be able to tear herself out of this situation. It was becoming a struggle to simply think.

At the quiet thud on her door, Maya moved her arm quickly, ensuring it wiped her eyes before she let it lay in front of her torso. It was Nylat, and in any other situation, the blonde teen would have been hit by a dreadful guilt for the way she spoke to the hybrid yesterday. Currently, however, she could only wallow in the fact that this was why she couldn't stay in her van. People. They all knew where to find her, and that wasn't a good thing. 

Maya had been on the verge of replying when another voice joined that one, and the butterfly blinked in surprise, her pain momentarily forgotten. Selvai?... What did Selvai want?... She barely managed to listen to him before her mind returned to it's endless search for a solution to her current problem. Speaking to someone, he'd said... What would that do?... She doubted speaking of anything would help. It seemed pointless.

"I'm sorry, Selvai. I'm really not in the mood," Forcing herself to shift again so that her back was to the door, Maya stared into the back of the chair for a moment, before pushing herself up into a sitting position. She couldn't do this. She really needed to just... Get out, if only for a while. Having so many come to her door was making her feel cornered. She hated that feeling. Biting back an irrational fear, the butterfly stood from her chair, using a hand to support her as she moved. She hadn't realised she felt so weak. She knew she wouldn't get too far like this, but she was becoming desperate.

It took only a few minutes for her to find her cloak, which she folded under an arm. It would be far too warm to wear the thing now. She inhaled slowly and opened the door, pausing momentarily to get her footing before she fell, and ensuring she didn't walk into Selvai. She managed, with a few unsteady steps, to the navigate the stairs without incident.

"Excuse me," She murmered quietly, looking off in the general direction that led away from the vans and the beach. Well, that would seem to be the best route, and despite Maya's initial worry of now knowing how far she'd get, started walking. This, right now, was her only choice. She needed to get away from her van, in the very least. Sure, she may not have thought this through, but she simply wanted out. That was all.

Dravius had spent nearly the entire night staring at the opposite wall of his van with his knees to his chin, wrapping his long toes around the points of the raised nails. Jumping hugely when the knock on his door sounded, he shook his head and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, blinking hard as he stood, holding a heavy, dark comforter to his lip, which had been bleeding heavily for an hour or so.

As Dravius walked to the door, he looked down at his still oozing arms, and shoved them inside the blanket, still holding the corner of it to his lip, which he had been chewing on for hours at a time. Dravius had watched the moon through the skylight of his van, counting the constellations a thousand times. Well, not really, but definitely many times.

Arriving at the door, Dravius hesitantly slid the large bolt from the locked door and opened it slowly. In the light that slithered into the dark dwelling, Dravius looked gaunt, with deep shadows ringing his eyes. The co-master slid the nails down, himself sinking an inch or so with the loss of the nails. He didn't look overjoyed to see his old friend, as the door opened wider, and he stepped out, his comforter still pressed to his face and draped across his thin shoulders.

"Hmm?" Was the muffled reply to Raphael, issuing through the wet material over Dravius's face. Taking it away breifly, the co-master tilted his head, every few seconds bringing the cloth back to rub the flow of red, and sighing, said, "I'm fine. What's up?" Coughing quietly, Dravius drew his arms closer to his body, darkened red splotches discolouring the bright green of his sleeves. "Do you need something?" He tilted his head again, squinting slightly in the warm sunlight, rubbing his lip on his heavy blanket.

It seemed to be a nice day, although only a few circus members were up and about. The circus as a whole tended to sleep late, especially seeing that their shows were usually late at night, burning midnight oil to light the rings. Dravius himself was a late riser, if he went to sleep at all. A breeze played with his white hair, flicking it around his face, as he sighed again and twisted his neck to and fro, producing a series of cracks.

Raphael had been looking at the nails coating Dravius's van with a slight frown, when movement of the door caused him to bring his glance away from the pointed metal. He raised his eyebrows at his Co-Master dishrivelled appearance, then rolled his eyes. The kid was unbelievable.

"Oh, nice to see you too," He said, noting Dravius's less than enthusiastic ex
pression on seeing him for the first time that day.

Raphael glanced between the white haired boy, the previously nail studded van, and the bleeding lip, his ex
pression unreadable. "Uh-hu," He said, crossing his arms and levelling a severe gaze at the younger male. "You should know by now lying with me doesn't work," He continued, looking the kid over. "And dont even think about saying your not," He gestured towards the van.

"You haven't had those nails up since you finally emerged from your 8 month period of solitary confinement, you look, essentially, like you've had no sleep, which is actually a big giveaway somethings bothering you, seeing as you rarely sleep, and-" The blonde raised an eyebrow, speaking actually rather fast. "You don't tend to cause injuries to yourself unless your performing or agitated, considering the lack of shows this week, I'd as.sume its the latter,"

The illusionist uncrossed his arms and rubbed a temple, the eye on that side of his face closed, the other boring into Dravius. "I want to know what's bothering you, and don't bother trying to worm your way around an answer, I have ways of keeping you here if need be," Almost as though to emphasise his point, Raphael plonked his body on the steps outside Dravius's door, whistling a merry little tune to himself, before saying, "Oh, and by the way. You might want to see to that injury of yours later, and probably get something to chew on as a replacement. Your going to do some serious damage to that lip if you carry on,". He eventually looked back up at the Co-Master.

"Well?... I'd really prefer if you told me, you know. It might help. And I've had just about enough of my members suffer this week,"

[[I need to express my intentions and emotions clearly, since, uh... I apparently sounded angry? That was a comment of joking importance. My current mood: neutral, slightly irritated at events unrelated to Res. Full. I am eating pizza.]]

Evan might had stood there a moment longer, but time was of the essence! "Boris, dear boy, please come over here. I'd like to get a good look at you and see how things are going on. A Circus. My my, you wouldn't catch a Blodwen living in one of these unless he was stone dead." He seemed absolutely glad about this, however, and was positively exuberant over the fact they all already considered him dead to the family, anyway. Too bad they weren't playing any shows at the moment...

Spider finally looked up, looking very confused. He clasped the rocks in his hand and splashed back up to the beach. He wanted to look up at Evan, but he was a bit to tall. He felt very bad for having to look down at him. "Hullo," Spider said, "You said Boris? Nobody calls me that. Except maybe Xerah. Are you from the family? I don't recognize you." he scrubbed his rocks against his shirt and then put them in his pocket. Evan made a slight "tsk" noise at Spider's wet jeans, and dripping sleeves.

"You're certainly much more talkative than from when I saw you last!" Still a bit daft, though, bless him! "Didn't like talking much... was it six years ago? So poor, my memory. And your hair was much longer. Did they finally cut it for you?" Evan leaned his head to the side and went around Spider. His hair was a bit uneven. Evan knew the answer before Spider could properly explain.

"Well, no, not really." Spider said, brushing his fingers through his hair. "I got a hold of the scissors. They weren't paying very good attention to me that day."
"Hmm. Well, in any case, it is an improvement. Might need to even it out with a nice trim, though." Evan stopped in front of Spider again, and held out his hand. "I am Evangelos Blodwen, and you are Boris Blodwen. So nice to see you again, dearheart. I saw your sister as she left, lovely woman. A good thing too, since Carlene's..."

He paused, searching for the proper word. "Hoolagins," that would have to suffice, "Are surely looking for her. She aught to speak with Xanthe and get some of THAT side of the family on her side. Pity your cousins haven't been able to maintain their status, what with Em and Carlene running about and messing with the natural order." He sighed and waved a hand. Evangelos took a breath and chuckled lightly to himself.

"I'm quite talkative today myself! Pardon my excitement, but I really haven't been to a Circus before. Mayhap a tour once you've cleaned up?" Evan looked so expectant, and so positively beaming about the prospect of a tour that Spider could only say, "Uh... I... suppose." But this seemed to be enough, as Evan clapped a hand on his shoulder, saying "Splendid!" and started leading him back to the vans.

He continued to go on, saying, he was sure he knew which van was his, as it was the only one with webs in the windows, and wasn't that a nice van? Almost too much room for one person! Did he perhaps have space to spare? Spider was a bit startled by Mr. Evans enthusiasm. Everyone he knew (besides Zinc) barely talked at all and either A. Hated this place or B. Were convinced it was just a bad week and would blow over. Spider realized he liked this strange man, and wondered why the rest of his family couldn't be this nice. 

Nylat was disappointed when Selvai was answered instead. She whined a bit, and brightened visibly a bit when Maya emerged from her van a short while later, but frowned at her cloak. Surely there was no reason to have it with her. Even if she intended to stay out all day. There was always time to go back for it. Unless... Unless she didn't plan on returning. Whining again, and flicking her ears back, she stood up and crouched, leaping down to the ground, ignoring the pain in her leg, and limped after Maya, not caring if anyone noticed.
"Maya...Maya, where do you intend to go?"
Her voice, really, was pitiful, and she regretted not staying the previous night, as opposed to trying to talk to her friend. Or maybe it was that that was making her leave. Maybe she was a bit overbearing. But, wouldn't Maya have told her?

Letting her ears droop, Nylat kept Maya's pace, hoping she may be able to change her friend's mind. if not...there was plenty to do for her to prepare to leave herself. Before, she'd only stayed because of Maya and the older members. But, if Maya left... The hybrid shook her head, trying to deny it.

~~

Kanec yawned, sitting on top of his van. He'd been to tired last night to even attempt to get inside his van. A new shift was tiring, even without having to use it, burdened. He was still feeling the effects. But that could be left alone.Glancing over, he saw Tara emerging from her own van, and he raised a hand in greeting, to be greeted the same. She seemed to be in a better mood. Maybe Nylat would be, too.

He almost laughed at the thought. Yeah. That was going to happen.

~~

Tara stretched, yawning, in a considerably better mood. She had slept well, not waking up in the middle of the night as she often did, and her arm had yet to pain her in the few hours she'd been up. So far, it was a good day. But from the observing she'd done since she got here, it was not to last. Best enjoy it while it did.

Which got her to thinking. Ever since she'd joined the circus, her arms hadn't hurt her. It was something to ponder, but she left it for later. Continuing on, leaving her laptop in her van, she stretched again, trying to get out a kink between her shoulders.

Steady steps. That's all it took. The whole thing was proving much easier than Maya had previously thought, though saying that... It was probably only her single-mindedness that was preventing her from turning back. In all honesty, the butterfly didn't know what to do, and she clearly was not thinking this through. Not once had thoughts regarding her destination and livelihood crossed her mind. She was purely set on escaping the hole she'd dug herself into.

At Nylat's voice, Maya showed absoloutely no recognition, walking at a very steady, and somewhat slow, pace away from the vans. She felt unable to move too much faster, she was likely to collapse if she did that.She did, however, answer the hybrid, her voice strained.

"Mm. Anywhere out of here will do just fine," She murmered, crossing her arms with her cloak caught between them. Her violet gaze fell on the ground in front of her, which had eventually switched from golden sands to a lush, bright green. Not that Maya really paid all that much attention to the change in scenery. Again, that single-mindedness left little for anything else.

Sighing, the butterfly kept her wings low, avoiding unbalancing her already unstable walk, and consciously kept her eyes away from the hybrid following her. Nylat was one of those things likely to get in the way of her wanting to get out of here, and Maya really did not want to be distracted. She wanted out, she didn't want to remain in the van. Naturally, with the butterfly's mind being obviously elsewhere, she barely registered Selvai's sudden change in occupied space, and had barely a second to note he was in front of her before she actually walked into him.

Even that slight impact threw Maya off balance, her exhaustion leaving no energy for her mind to react quick enough, though she did, barely, manage to grasp the magicians arm before she fell on her face. She flared her impressive wings in a spark of stress-born irritation, looking up at the magician through golden strands of hair.

"What?" She asked, leaning on the magician slightly as she struggled to keep herself upright, her face turned back to the unresponding earth. "Mm?"

Dravius shifted from foot to foot, and snapped, "I'm not lying. I'm fine," Leaning against the door to his van, he scuffed his bare, slightly bloody foot on the wooden steps, frowning deeply into the gra.ss. "I just wish I wasn't so stupid," He muttered to the ground, and added, "I'll be fine, really Raphael. Although I do need to fix my lip and-" Dravius cut his scentence short at the arrival of Kioko, widening his eyes and dropping his blanket. "No, no. Come on,"

Lifting the slight girl up again, Dravius carried her into his van, leaving the coverlet behind. "Hold on, Raphael. I'll be right back," Setting Kioko down on his bed, the co-master disappeared into a closet for a minute or two, re-emerging with a ice pack and two rolls of bright white gauze. Pulling a chair up next to the injured girl, Dravius lifted her ankle and gently unrolled the bandaging from around it, and gently pressed the cold ice to Kioko's hurt joint, saying softly, "Don't worry about yelling at me. I probably deserved it."

Leaning back, Dravius pulled his shirt over his head and started wrapping his gouged arms, starting from the tips of his fingers and ending at the top of his shoulders, moving swiftly and repeating it with the other arm. Although the boy's torso was a map of scars, the most noticeable were the four around his heart, and a set of huge claw marks wrapping around his left side. The four matching depressions looked to be from bulleets, and the huge claws from some kind of moster animal, and coughing, the co-master rubbed the claw marks gently, shaking his head boefore moving on.  Dravius also had to wrap his neck, using frogs to secure to white bandages. Sighing through his nose, he contemplated sewing up his lip, but shook his head and leaned back in the chair, leaving two feet off the fround.

"If you don't mind me asking, what'd you do to your ankle?" Dravius asked, slipping on a shirt with black and white striped sleeves, and shook his head away from his face. "Gosh, my hair grows fast," He murmered, looking at the strands hanging in front of his face. Leaning back forewards, the co-master took off the cold pack and wrapped her ankle just off tight enough to hurt. "You have to stay off this, okay?" He said seriously, looking at her through the silver-white hair, as he got up a stretched his arms over his head,