[center][i]Noel Yang and Olivia Matthews / Evening / Commercial Hotel in Kenan[/i][/center]

[b]”Hu~”[/b]
 
It’s been about a month or so since Noel had contacted the academy. Finished with his “Deep Undercover” mission, he decided to drop a call to let them know that he’s active. He has taken a few jobs since than to hunt down renegades, though more often than not he simply “Neutralizes” them. That is to say, he doesn’t really kill them. He’s been able to work out deals with most of them to fake their own demises, or at least attempt to “Kill” them in such a way that it would be “near impossible” for them to survive, though he made the events in such a way that they do. As for why he did this? He wasn’t much of a killer. Not really much of a fighter either. But talking, he could do that. He talked to just about everyone that didn’t immediately try to put a blade into his chest. And as it turned out, everyone has something to say about their predicament. And Noel lent his ear, got their side of the story, and for better or for worse tried to work things out with them. For the most part it worked well… But in the long run, Noel wasn’t sure what his actions would do.
 
[b]”Nnn…”[/b]
 
Noel was in Kenan. He was given a few leads about renegades hiding in the area, about as dangerous and dastardly as the reports usually were. While he wasn’t exactly expecting them to be woobies, Noel was of course going to try to approach them peacefully. The effects of Hibiki were usually useful in this regard, and throw in some illusion magic and he could at least pretend everything was okay. But Noel’s half-hearted search gave way to his true thoughts on the matter; this bored him. Or rather, it felt repetitive. The reason he kept talking to his targets was just for their company. Often he would try to get them to join him, however they’re so desperate to escape their past that all Noel can do is send them off before heading their separate ways. He wanted to do something to change that. To make some friends, people he could hang out with during jobs like this. Something to look forward to when he finished a job.
 
Walking around the empty streets, only the light tapping of his staff on the ground gave away his presence. He wasn’t sure where he was at exactly, and last he checked the only lead he had was that a renegade was taking residence up in one of the unoccupied houses in the neighborhood. Now which house that was, he’ll have to figure out through old trial and error. This was one of those boring tedious things that was easier to do with a friend, but Noel simply sucked it up and began to look for which houses seem abandoned. 
 
His search quickly took an interesting turn when he heard something crash in the distance. The shattering of glass and wood told him it was some sort of display case, perhaps a cabinet. Sensing danger was afoot; Noel went to investigate the noise. He found a house that was eerily unkempt, but otherwise seemed normal. But upon closer examination, the windows were covered by what appeared to be thick spider webs. [b]”Alright, this is definitely the work of something.”[/b] Noel heard a muffled shouting and knew that he had to do something. Taking a few steps back he gripped his staff with both hands. First he’ll need to break through the glass panel, and then use his blade to cut the webbing. Hopefully he could get in before he’s too late. Bracing himself, Noel charged the window, stabbing his staff through the glass. It broke strait through the panel and even punctured the web. Pulling his staff back he knocked away the rest of the glass bits before dropping his staff to pull out his kukri. He began to hack away at the web, slowly but surely cutting it clear.

Olivia had trouble, naturally, removing the sticky webs. They cling to the glass and frame like hot, sticky cotton candy. The very type found under the bleacher seat when the park grounds and seemed to never let go without leaving plenty behind, the tearing and peeling only made hard with the use of only one arm. Her other was thickly casted, stiffened into a hard shell and almost impossible to move anything but her fingers. Olivia’s suspected any attempts would’ve likely left her stuck to the window rather than aid her task to freedom. Frustration seemed to send her heart into her throat where it sounded tried to throttle her, her breathing shallow made worse by her continual screaming. 
 
“H-help me, s-s-someone, please! I’m trapped!” Her voice made pitiful cries, sobbing almost, between her words. Her throat had started to feel rather raw with the endless screams. The sounds seemed muffled and unable to reach the outside, leaving her hopelessly trapped.
 
 Every few pauses she spied a glimpse back at the cabinet, expecting to see the woman rise and casually walk to her. Pull her back, then undo the pitiful progress she had made once more trapping her within the musty room. Olivia whimpered at the thought and redoubled her effort. She was jerking at a particularly thick thread when she heard the muffled sound of the glass breaking, the wedding pushed inward caused her to step back as the sounds of ripping came. It stressed to keep the unknown intruder out yet in the end, the blade had finally created a slit in the white barrier. Hope had built within Olivia’s chest, faint at first then stronger until it filled her very core, before a thought crossed her mind. What if the man or woman behind that thin veil was no better? A flicker of fear edged into her eyes when the webbing was finally pulled apart and revealed the intruder, a young man dressed in what she classed as a foreign fashion like some primal culture, (than again, her own generation’s fashion was pretty outrageous even for her) and black hair. 
 
Unsure of his motives, Olivia edged forward while her fingers fiddled with her skirt edges in a pitiful attempt to calm her. She was clearly scared shitless as she struggled to pour strength into her tone, failing miserably. Then she spoke. “W-who are you? A-a-are you with her?” 
 
She managed to point to the woman trapped under the cabinet, the frame cracked and glass scattered across the floor. 

Noel hacked away at what was left of both the glass and the sticky substance behind it, seeing a frighten young woman beyond the window. Noel flashed a friendly smile at her as she, in a soft but certainly panicking tone, asked who he was and if he was with "Her". "Her", Noel presumed, being some person causing the girl distress. Noel guessed kidnapping, though perhaps it was just a surly mother. He didn't know, he just knew he had to get this girl somewhere safe that was not here. He looked in the direction that the girl was pointing to and saw the overturned cabinet, likely the source of the noise from before, and some figure underneath it. He really was going to need to get the full story later, but right now there were more immediate concerns.

[b]"Noel Nightly, nice to meet you. I don't know about this 'her', but I do know that I need to get you out of there! Take my hand!"[/b] Noel extended his hand into the window for the girl to grab onto. He than noticed that her hand arm seemed to be wrapped up in a crude cast. Either she had a broken arm, or whatever that sticky substance was has also latched onto her arm. This told Noel that this was no mere kidnapping. Magic was at work here, and it may even have something to do with the renegade he's after. Sheathing his blade Noel extended his other arm into the window as well, to further assist in pulling the girl out to safety. 

Slowly Olivia walked back to the window. Her shoes, put on by Ashley, crunched against the hard bits creating a crackling sound with each step until she stopped at the frame's edge.She swallowed her fear, slightly relieved this man wasn't with her kidnapper. When he introduced himself she seemed to find her own words. "O-Olivia Matthews. Please, my Uncle and brother will be worried. I need to let them know I'm alright and I think.. I think I might've killed her. "

The last bit came out into a slight sob, clearly upset at the thought. She continued to ramble unable to stop while he lifted her up and out, her free hand mindful of her skirt wary of the glass still crusted on the frame work she stepped on. "I don't know where I'm at anymore, nothing looks familiar or anything. I just want to get away from here." 

She hissed slightly when he placed her down on her feet just outside the window, her body still hurt and throbbed from her earlier fall, as she seemed to breath easier once out. She was pretty sure there was bumps and bruises all over though while she took hold of Noel's sleeve, immediately regretting it as she forgotten her glove was gone. Her body stiffened and trembled, her fingers curled tighter against Noel's arm while her eyes took on a faint bluish white tint. For a long moment her breath seemed to have been held until finally Noel released her. Then she blinked, slightly surprised while she looked harder at him. 

"Do you make it a habit to walk [i]everywhere[/i]?" She blurted out. 

Noel helped the girl to her feet. [b]"Olivia Matthews huh? Well don't you worry, everything should be fine. Now, let's get out of here before things get too crazy."[/b] Noel held onto the girl as she stumbled. She was likely injured if the cast wasn't merely meant to impede her ability to escape. Once the girl was stable Noel let her stand on her own, though she shot a very strange question. [b]"Yeah. I take the scenic route. Now let's go, I know of a place we could lay low."[/b] Picking up his staff Noel lead Olivia away from the house. He and Olivia went as fast as they could in short bursts until Noel took her to a fairly busy city area. It looked like a downtown ghetto, but all in all it was a fairly safe place, if low income. 

Noel took Olivia into a dive bar called "Blue Balled". It looked clean enough, but the lack of patrons and general inactivities made it clear that this wasn't the most visited pub in the city. Which was good, because Noel figured Olivia needed to be somewhere where no one would look for her. Noel talked to the barkeep around taking up a private booth, which he only gave a meek grunt of acceptance. He seemed much to enamored about the news to really care that Noel just came in with a young girl with a cast around her arm.

The room that Noel and Olivia were in looked like some sort of karaoke booth, albeit without the karaoke machine, just a table and dim lighting. [b]"Alright, we should be safe here for now. What can you tell me about that cast? Is your arm broken?"[/b]

Olivia held her arm close to her side, careful not to touch anything, her eyes wide like a frightened and unsure child. She kept her body close to the man out of fear she might lose him though the odds were pretty much impossible. While the man, Noel she recalled, talked to the barkeeper, a heavy set and dumpy looking man watching the small tv in the bar corner, she absorbed the rather crappy looking surroundings. It was very different from the Rabid Dog club she often spent her birthdays at as she bite her lip, wondering if this was the right thing to do. What would her brother do? 

She almost smirked at the image that popped into her mind. Her brother's mouth turned into a worry, but mad expression while he scolded her then tugged her back to his apartment. It was unlikely she would be returning to Darius's mansion since neither seemed to look each other. She never really understood that but wisely didn't pry. One thing EZ hated was her questions about his job, lifestyle, and anything deeply personal. Including and specially Zi, he seemed to become rather defensive on. Her thoughts were broken when Noel moved toward the booth, her body gingerly and clumsily slid into a seat and across the plastic seating until she was facing Noel. He naturally started in with two important questions, one was about her cast then the other about her arm, namely if it was broken. She had kept her other hand squarely in her lap. Mainly to avoid contact with any items or their history. She hated her magic at times like this because it made her wish she was in a bubble, outside every thing despite how lonely it would be, but it wishing was pointless. She took a deep breath. 

"I think it's some... sort of webbing? The woman, she told me her name was Ashley, had sprayed it on after I sprang my wrist trying to get away. She arrived at my school and mentioned she was under strict orders not to be harmed and kept safe, at least until I was traded for someone named Mary. I was...so scared." 

Noel nodded his head at Olivia told him a bit of what happened. It was certainly a kidnapping, but also a hostage exchange? What has Noel gotten himself into? But instead of worrying, he merely smiled. Noel took a large, cloth wrapped object off his back and began to undo the knots holding the cloth together. [b]"Alright Olivia, listen to me carefully. First what I need to do is heal your wrist."[/b] Noel unwrapped the cloth to reveal Hibiki, his Fragment. It had been quite some time since he had pulled it out, but it was still as perfect as the last time he used it. He put the instrument in his arms and began to play a mellow, slow tune that echoed softly off the rooms wall. Slowly Olivia would notice her wounds, fatigue, and any other physical weakness wear away.

As Noel continued to heal Olivia he continued to talk. [b]"Once your wrist is healed, we'll need to get you out of that cast. I don't think my blade is enough to cut you out and and I'd rather not risk hurting you, so we'll need to find a clinic or somewhere that would have a cast cutting saw. But before we do that, I still have some more questions. Now I'll just ask them, and you can answer them in order, or at least the ones you want to answer."[/b] Noel's voice seemed oddly rejuvenating as his Heal Bell, as though it was not only assisting the healing process, but casting a charm onto Olivia. Completely unintentional.

Olivia looked at Noel with a slightly confused expression, her eyes never seen one of the Academy's musician's or them using their instruments before, while she absorbed his words about healing her. [i]How was he going to do that with that thing?[/i] She thought, her wariness risen with the unexpected item's appearance. It seemed harmless enough to her yet, even Ashley looked normal if she didn't have the swords or killer glint that screamed crazy. She continued to eye Noel until he set the stringed instrument into his lap and played. It was a slow, gentle melody which quickly lite up Olivia's face. Her tension eased away, her back pushed farther into the seat as the music caused tingling and a pleasant sensation to sink into her spirit. For a moment, she wanted to just listen. Let the music drown her into its beautiful melody until Noel's voice broke the desire's spell and caused her head to snap up, her eyes fixed on him once again. 

She nodded her head at his mention about a clinic, namely to get the cast off. "Right, but I don't know my way around here. I couldn't tell you where one is." 

[b]"What can you tell me about this Ashley or Mary person? Do you know anyone who would want to kidnap you specifically? Are you related to any powerful person who may have enemies? Demons? Crime bosses? Angels? And this school, what is it called and where is it at? How long have you been kidnapped and where is your home? Are you capable of magic, and if so, how long have you been using it? Did Ashley ever knock you out or put any sort of spells or tracking chips on you? You are wearing the same clothes that you have been since you've been taken, yes? And lastly, where should I take you to make sure you're in safe hands?"[/b]

"Slow down, Mr. Give me a moment, please, I'm still rather shaken up by being kidnapped." Olivia said, calmly, while she inhaled then rattled off the answers. "I've no idea who or where they came from, today is the first time I've heard of either name. Ashley seemed to bear no ill will toward me, rather seemed depressed about it, as she didn't hurt me. However she did kill Mr. Findly, our grounds keeper. Related, no, but I was adopted by Darius Cain and currently he helps to keep Kenan enforcement I think. I never really asked and now I wished I had. I was taken just after my school, Kenan’s Private Girl’s School, let out and I can’t tell you how long without knowing the time now. I live with Darius on…” 
 
She gave the address, complete and accurate, as she took a breathe. Then paused at the magic question which she quickly passed over, preferring not to answer at all. “I was out cold after I stumbled over Hank, a guy who Darius often had escort me when my brother couldn’t, as for tracking chips or anything like that I don’t think so. She seemed very sure I didn’t leave so I doubt it. And yes, I’ve been in the same clothes since though I’ve lost my gloves. As for who, I rather go home or back to my brother’s apartment. He was supposed to pick me up and I’m worried.” 
 
Her mouth felt rather dry now, her answers concluded, and her body continued to rest against the booth’s seat. 

Noel merely nodded his head as he noted the questions she answered and the ones she didn't. He didn't know enough to tell if she was hiding something, so he had to keep distracting her with more questions. As he continued to play Hibiki and using Heal Bell, he also used his magic to read into her thoughts. [b]"Hmm... Alright than. We'll need to take a car or buss. I want to put as much distance as I can between this Ashley woman and us. Also, you'll need a new change of clothes. Better safe than sorry. I'd imagine that Ashley has some magical abilities, and she may have a scrying spell onto you to be able to find you. I can't dispel any of it, but at least if we get rid of your clothes and get you into something new we can narrow down any possibilities of you being found. Do you have any phones or wallets? You can keep your cash, but just to be safe we should cut up any of your cards to ensure that no one can use those to find you later. Oh! You should try to call this Darius or your brother if you can as well. I think we can use the phone in this bar."[/b]

Olivia listened closely, at least as close as the magic influencing her would allow, her expression still fixed in a calm one. [i]This wasn’t so bad.[/i] she mildly thought to herself, the most relaxed she had felt in a long time other than in Darius’s or her brother’s care. At the mention of changing her clothes, Olivia blinked and looked down at her current outfit. She did look a little ragged she realized with her skirt crumpled, scuffed up shoes, and slightly bloodied blouse from where she had fallen on Hank’s corpse. She shuddered at the memory and pushed it away, ridding herself of the icy creeping sensation edging over her spin. 
 
Her question came out without meaning to, her voice rather upset and unsure of what Noel had intended to do about her currently outfit. “Are we heading to a Thrift store?”
 
Then she realized how that must’ve sounded, her mind inwardly cursed herself, while she simply moved on. Everyone, including Darius and Emmet, thought she had recent developed germ phobia because she had a hard time touching things skin to skin. Ironically no one seemed to have noticed it was only her hands which she was most wary of. Out of those she was connected to, Hank seemed to understand the most, namely because his daughter suffered from a heavy cause which made him ideal to care for Olivia. It was hard to believe he was dead. Her eyes lowered for a moment then remembered the other question that still needed an answer. She would deal with the matter of clothes later, being sure to be rather cautious with what she touched, while she popped off the answer to the money question. 

“Anything like that, my cellphone, the emergency credit card and what little cash I had were within my bag. Which was left behind. I didn’t see it in the room, or likely the woman got rid of it or hid it somewhere.” Olivia sighed, feeling annoyed with herself for not looking harder. Then her head perked up, a warm smile crossed her face, at the thought of calling Darius or Emmet. The latter’s number sadly not memorized as it had changed several times over the last month or two. “I remember Darius’s number.” 

During Noel's tirade he used his telepathy magic to read into Olivias mind. She had notably chosen not to answer him about her magic, and he wondered if it was because she didn't know what her abilities were, or she didn't want Noel to know. But she was hiding something, that much he knew. He only got in deep enough into her thoughts to know that her magic is based on physical contact, which may be why she asked that strange question. If he had to guess, she probably had some advance form of telepathy, mind reading, though it is so untempered that she could only get random thoughts. When she touched him she likely just saw Noel memories of walking, which would explain why she asked why he walks everywhere. When he had another chance, like when she's asleep, he'll look more into it. For now, time to leave.

[b]"Come on, let's go take a call."[/b]

Olivia nodded in agreement. Her body turned sideways and walked on her knees out of the booth, its seat sticking to the caps with each inching step while she leaned her elbow against the table to keep her upright. It was a pleasant thought to realize she was still smiling even when Noel stopped playing his instrument, her body kept close by.
 
 "Alright, thank you.” 

 
While Noel lead her to the bar phone and her eyes roamed like a frighten mouse, partly scared Ashley would immediately enter or hope to see someone familiar. A faint hope her brother or Darius had finally tracked her down, eager to have her home safe and sound, was all she had left to cling to. To keep sane after feeling the mental roller coaster that was her magic being used far too many times then she wanted. It was little surprise that a demon had taken note of her curiosity then flashed a rather toothy, hungry smile. Her instinct took a step closer to Noel, her head jerked to the front, hoping the bar customer wouldn’t get any ideas. However her neck hairs still danced from the demon’s eyes watching her all the way to the phone. 
 
Again, so use to having her gloves on at literally all times, Olivia reached out for the phone. She had been about to turn back to Noel when the contact sparked her magic. Her body tensed just before her knees gave out, likely hitting the floor and her head if she wasn’t caught. Fingers tightened about the phone in an iron grip, her eyes rolled into the back of her head while the girl’s body shook and twitched. Immediately the memory flowed into her. One of violence and bloodshed. 
 
[i]It was night within the bar, the customers all gone save for one. A man, his haggard appearance slumped over the bar counter with a bourbon shot within his grasp before he tilted it back for another long draft. His coat was in need of patching and mending from numerous tears like she had seen on various homeless while volunteering in the Kenan soup kitchens. The bar tender merely looked somber and bored. His hand continued to rhythmically rotate a glass within his thick mitts, his head so often turned to the door as if he was waiting on something or someone.
 
It wasn’t a long wait. 
 
Two men, seemingly angels, waltz into the Blue Balled establishment. They, their figures hidden within brown, tidy trench coats and hats which shadowed the top of their faces, made their path casually toward the remaining bar customer. Like predators closing in on their ignorant prey. One slipped out a gun from his pocket, his arm raised and aimed at the drunk’s head back. His teeth twisted up into a grin while the other had passed over a wad of cash, likely a bribe to keep silent because the bar tender nodded then turned his back. 
 
He only said a few low grumbled words. “About time. Just make sure you lot clean up the mess afterwards and it was a pleasure doing business with you.” 
 
The angel nodded, his head twisted to his partner. His partner seemed rather ecstatic and pulled the trigger. [/i] 
 
Olivia screamed. The gun shot still echoed with her mind, overshadowing everything else while her voice instantly crumbled into weeping sobs after the scene ended. Any strength she had left was melted away leaving her curled up into a fetal ball, her eyes soon stung with tears and fear. She hadn’t realized that somehow, some way the phone had been released from her grip. 
 
She just kept whispering loud enough for Noel to hear. “They killed him… just killed him.” 

Noel quietly close to Olivia, noting the sudden appearance of an obviously demonic patron. [i]"Well, this certainly might get ugly..."[/i] He thought to himself. Still, just for Olivia, who was justifiably unnerved at the sight of strangers like the demon, Noel spoke in a soft tone. Something that didn't so much sound like words as the rustling of leaves. A layer of illusions over himself and Olivia, which those who would look towards the two would notice nothing particularly unusual. Just Noel walking with Olivia to the phone and having a chat with her "Brother". It was a good thing he did this preemptively, because the moment Olivia touched the phone she convulsed and collapsed. Noel caught Olivia before she hit the ground, though he also caught an earful of her scream. The illusion would mask this, though it certainly made Noel very worried about the girl's magic ability if something as simple as touching a phone would cause her to freak out like this. Noel took the phone out of her hand and put it back onto the receiver. He tried to help Olivia to her feet, making sure that he doesn't touch any bare skin.

Olivia spoke about some people killing some guy, and he wasn't really surprised. He'd imagine that this place had it's fair share of fights. That wasn't important right now. Noel would have to use Olivia's phone to call her brother, so for now it was time to leave the Blue Balled and get her changed out into something new. [b]"Alright, alright, let's get you out of here. I know a thrift shop we can head towards. We'll get you into some new threads and call your brother. Can you stand?"[/b]

Olivia couldn't make herself stop shivering. It seemed the scene's brutality seeded deeper within her, chilling her to her very core where it left her a forbidden and silent witness to an unknown crime. Her eyes closed trying to force some of the tears back. She was so tired of this ability, it was impossible to live a normal life without her mind being jerked into fear because of a careless act. Her fingers reflex and ridged in their grip while she felt herself gently pulled to her feet. "I'm so tired of this stupid ability. I want it gone. I'm tired of seeing people died, crimes being committed, and much more. Worse of all, I hate seeing it from the weapon's point of view." 

Her lungs seemed to freeze within her chest, forbidding her to breath, as she tried to steady herself. Her skin felt clammy and thick with sweat, even under her warm sweat she couldn't stop the cold which seeped inside her. Her eyes widened in fear when Noel mentioned the thrift shop. It was as if he was going to march her to her death, any remaining color drained from her flesh giving her a ghostly look. "Do we have to? I don't think I can stand wearing something that might belong to a murder... not another incident like the jewelry box." 

Noel gave Olivia a strange look. Strange mostly because she was finally starting to talk about her power. Also she referenced a jewelry box, which is likely a story for another time. But from what she told him so far, and from what he knew, he could guess that her magic powers has something to do with reading the memories of objects. Certainly a powerful type of telepathy, though if he knew anything about telepathy he also knows that she likely can't control this power and it's doing hell on her psyche. [b]"Alright, alright, I have another idea. We'll still need to head to the thrift shop, but I think can figure out something. I just need to get some materials and find you a safe place to stay for the night. Now let's get out of here. I don't like that demon any more than you do...."[/b]

Olivia nodded, her trembling slightly stopped for now.Again she stood upright and managed to stay steady on her feet, allowing Noel to lead her. She was careful not to touch him skin to skin for fear if her ability worked on people as well. In truth she never tried nor did she want to. 

With Noel's magic still active, he turned him and Olivia invisible but left a illusion of them still at the phone as he ushered Olivia out of the bar and down the street. Not too far away was a dumpy thrift store, but instead of looking for clothing he was looking for thread and needles. It's been a while since he made a sweater, but hopefully his skills are still sharp. Not wanting to leave Olivia alone and potentially bring more harm to herself, Noel took Hibiki off his back and gently handed it towards her. [b]"Would you mind holding onto this? It's a bit bulky. Wouldn't want to knock anything over."[/b]

Then they headed into a store, the thrift shop she assumed, Olivia watched him look for something. Her eyes narrowed until he passed back his instrument causing her take on an hesitate expression. The girl was partly afraid of what she would see when she touched it. Before she took a hold of it, she only had one question. "Is it safe? You didn't do something bad while wearing it did you?" 

[b]"Nah. I use it to heal people. Granted, that usually means I have to find people who are hurt... But I use it to heal people. And I'm rather successful too."[/b] Noel gave Olivia a reassuring smile before heading off to find some yarn.

If Noel was right, Olivia's magic would read the memories of Hibiki. Though it's a powerful fragment, Noel has had fond memories of it. Granted, he would bring it out to people in pain and suffering, but that was because with Hibiki, he can heal them. With it he was something of a miracle worker; his Heal Bell could cure the lame if he played a long song, and that's exactly what he'd do. The worse he'd ever done with Hibiki is use it too late to save someone.

Despite her concern, the man hadn't really done anything to earn her distrust. If anything he had helped her. Gently she reached out and took the instrument, holding it in the fashion one would hold a delicate treasure. The memory started the moment she held it. 

[i]There was a big fire. It started innocently enough with what looked to be a campfire, but as the view spread out one could see that the fire came from a blazing inferno. A huge building was engulfed in flame. It was too damaged to tell what it was once before, but from the bodies scattered around, most of the victims were elderly. There was no noise. No screaming, no sound of the fire raging, not even the noise from the instrument. The instrument moved closer and closer to the fire, until eventually the fragment was engulfed in flames. The fire made the area all to bright, either that or they get caught in a thick choking smoke. It seemed like they would die here as the view began to move back and forth, noticing that their entrance has been blocked off.

They continue to move forward. The instrument falls to the ground, but is picked up. Noel's face shows up. It's covered in burns and ash, and yet still had an beautiful, eerie look. He was smiling. Than, a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bY7E1SK040U]tune[/url] played. Suddenly the mood all changed. There was running, and it seemed like the fire stopped hurting. Noel found a room with others, two old couple huddled together in a closet. The song continued to play even as Noel reached out to take hold of the two old people. Than there were running again. Even as the building around them collapsed, the music roared over the silence, and it seemed like everything just kept getting knocked out of the way. Noel and both the old people escape the burning building, and the scene changes. In the distance is the building, still burning, but starting to fall. A new [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKUYSl8c-90]song[/url] is being played, with all the acoustics. Turning around were a gathering of people, old and young, just huddled near each other. They were all suffering various wounds and injuries.

But as the song played, their wounds began to fade. Their burns shrank and shrank until they were no more. Some who suffered even the more grievous injuries like losing their hands soon began to grow new ones in their place. Everyone had a mixed look of surprise and delight. The song continues to play, but the scene fades out until the song finally stops. A light in the distance rises up, and [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qo9Hs4NkSkA]dawn[/url] appears.[/i]

Olivia at first felt terrified, her eyes widened and watched the flames flicker about like a soundless movie. She thought it would consume her but internally knew better. Else the instrument would never had been within her hands. Olivia forced her breaths to inhale deeply and slowly, calming herself while the scene continued to play. She only felt at ease when the song floated into her ears, filling her mind with relaxation and soothing feelings. Naturally she latched onto it until finally it ended. The girl blinked away, feeling tired and exhausted, after Noel returned and taken back his instrument. 

Looking like a girl who had spent all her time studying the night before, Olivia had to fight to keep upright while she gave Noel a small smile. "Did you really do that? Save those people?" 

Though he kept his smile up, something in Noel's eyes darken when Olivia asked if he saved those people. He remembered saving a lot of people. He also remained those he didn't save. For Olivia's sake, he'd focus on the former. [b]"I was there. I had to do something. Those people were... Powerless. Weak. And no one would stand up for them. But I was there. And I'm not powerless. I did everything I could to help them out. And as it turns out, people aren't as weak as they seem. All they needed was... Hope. All I did was show them that they shouldn't give up, and they didn't. So I guess I didn't really save those people. They did a good enough job themselves. I just patched them up afterwards. Now come on, let's find a place to crash for tonight."[/b]

Taking back Hibiki and wrapping it up, Noel had a large paper bag and a few other things with him. He led Olivia out of the thrift store and together the two walked towards the uptown area, which was much nicer than the dump they were at. They continued to walk into the city until they reached a fairly decent looking commercial hotel. Though he'd have to dip a little into his emergency funds, Noel rented himself and Olivia a room for the night. Nothing too fancy, but at least they had clean sheets and air conditioning. Noel settled down and began to take off his poncho, stripping down down just his shirt and pants. Looking over to Olivia, he was still concerned about the cast around her arm, but again, he'd have to deal with these things one at a time. [b]"Whew. What a day. I hope you don't mind the simple suite, but this ought to take care of us for the night. If you want to shower or something, you can go first. There's some things I'd like to get started on."[/b]

Olivia had turned away, to allow the man to strip without seeming rude. When he mentioned something about a shower she tensed, instinctively, realizing in a odd way she never even used the showers at the girl's school out of fear of what memories she might catch. She shook her head and spoke. "No, right now I rather get some some sleep... if I can manage it. At least if I can get those images out of my head which isn't going to be easy." 

As if summoned, her mind's eye saw the man's brains being blow out through his face. Bits of skull, tissue, and blood stained the counter leaving her clutching her midriff. She closed her eyes to push it away but the feelings it left still remained. In slight desperation she twisted on her heel to face Noel. "Ummmm... I hate to ask but got anything which could help me sleep? Suggestions, something?" 

She looked at him with hope in her eyes, even they looked rather haunted by pasts not her own. 

Noel put on a trademark smile and took Hibiki out. [b]"I might know a little something. Make yourself comfortable. Let's see..."[/b] Noel closed his eyes and thought about what to play. Olivia laid down on the room's love seat, despite the presence of two beds. He guessed that she didn't want to know what happened on those beds. With a song in his mind, he began to strung the strings onto Hibiki just to get a flow. He also activated Heal Bell, even though Olivia should be physically well now. A bit of magic never hurt. He started a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8gffeoF9S0]simple song[/url], one that always helped him fall asleep. Indeed, around three minutes in and he had to really focus to make sure he didn't just lay back and sleep for the rest of the night.

Olivia eyes began to droop while her head mixed with imagine, neither of gore or violence, but of pleasant thoughts. Memories all her own, from Emmet's rough and playful pushes on the swings when she was four to Darius's mornings spent cooking breakfast. Her flesh warmed and tingled, thankful the loveseat hadn't had someone making out on them, while it seemed all her troubles floated away. If only she could be like this all the time. A part of her envied Noel's gift and only wished her own was just as amazing and though she knew it had its moment, it wasn't even close.

"Hhmmmm," she let out a slight hum then fell asleep. 

After ten minutes or so of playing the same tune, Noel's eyes began to get heavy, but he resisted the call for sleep long enough for Olivia to fall asleep first. He debated if he should move her to a bed, but decided that she looked too at peace where she was for him to disturb her. He simply went into the room's closet, get out an extra blanket, and made sure that Olivia was properly covered. [b]"Hu~"[/b] Once Olivia was dealt with, Noel took out a ball of yarn and some knitting needles. He'll need to make Olivia some new clothes.