[center]A smile was shot at Eve for her level head, but it didn't last long when Eden replied in succession. Mirror admired that Eden took the thought to put on his armor. Which was a fine assemble to gaze at. Almost a red to his own blue hued armor. This gave way though as Eden playfully, or rather childishly, aimed his weapon at Mirror. Which did nothing but undo what little Mirror thought of Eden. "Nobility by birth is that right?" He said after Eden gave what he saw as a little bit of a showing off his specially designed weapon. "Both of the Hanoxx.. and the Niscent side. Anyone would say that's a reason enough to kill you. But your reputation, sorry to say, is so low no one would bat an eye at your demise." He looked at the window as he said this. The sunlight glare reflecting off his pupils. The concentrated light also revealed a slight glimmer of reflective particles emitting from his entire being, clothes, hair and all. Like the sun meeting fresh frosted due it evaporated upward like dust yet vanished entirely outside of a few inches of his body. This was a constant. "Know this, you may enter my bar. Enchant those you please to bed, or play. But in here I don't care if you're a noble, a King or a God. I am everything here." He placed a hand on the paper and glided it across the table to sit in the mean. He raised himself up from his seat and strolled to his window. With a hand he pushed the circular glass pane outside. He then gave a faint whistle of a certain tune. Almost immediately a black winged dragon with gray scales swooped in the room. It was not very big, as the window was only 4 feet all around, and it was in and out in seconds. Moving in to the table, swiping the paper in its claws, and then swooping out the window. Leaving nothing but one of its black scaled feathers. Which Mirror picked up from the table and placed into the ink bottle. [i]A new pen.[/i] "That message is going to your Kingdom. Well one of them. Which of your parents is from Fotia anyway?" He shrugged at his own lack of knowledge and sat back down with a weary sigh. "Y'know after the murder of a few lords that prevented some possible wars I'd think the Dolofon would be done with killing for a while." He looked down as he spoke. His right index finger tapping the table. "Not that their deaths were at all justified... It's strange though. Things are happening quickly." He shot a gaze at Eden's eyes to see his reaction on a deeper level. Only to be disappointed as a whole. "You're not taking this seriously are you?" -------------------- [hider=Demetrius][URL=http://s32.photobucket.com/user/Psycho_Blaze/media/32fd9d6e43400220432308763a2775aa.jpg.html][IMG]http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d17/Psycho_Blaze/32fd9d6e43400220432308763a2775aa.jpg[/IMG][/URL][/hider] Scowling about the room of a velvet and crimson designed room. Within one of the hundreds of rooms within the main halls of Fotia's royal palaces. Was Demetrius, a bastard born Tyro, and hand of the King. He soon was thrashing about the room with a crimson spear with a elegant design. A trophy, that others would see fit to praise due to the craftsmanship. But in his hands, a tool to display unhinged rage. He cut the sheets and pottery to pieces. This went on for a while. The tenders of the palace avoided the entire hall he was in. For his yells could be heard throughout it. "I'll kill every damn one of the Dolofon.. I swear it.." He muttered to himself between heaving breathes of fury. His body hunched forward and knelt down to a corner. Above him the spear sat embedded within the stone slab wall. He slowly picked himself up and grabbed the spear, ripping it out effortlessly. The spear began to glow a bright red and orange hue. Before it finally dissolved into the air. Like being set fire to its very core. He made his way out the room and down the halls toward the infirmary room where the King resided. He pushed the guards out of his way as he entered this room. Coming before a group of women within a very large bed. These women had on medical apparel, something to cover their nose and mouths and gloves with all white garments. Yet their outfits were similar to a dancer's. Sexually charged clothing that did reveal nearly everything behind the translucent fabric. Demetrius bowed, going to a knee as he did this. "Are you alright my King?" The women, about a dozen or so, moved from their concentrated spot and their doting movements. Their hands using either towels and fragrances, or rubs of affection. To display a King of Fotia, large hardened, intimidatingly sculpted, and laid out on soft fresh white fabric and underneath a harem of women. His eyes were closed but he opened one to take a look at Demetrius. His abdomen had a cloth wrapped around it, indicating a wound underneath. "I am fine." The women began to line up next to the bed one each side as the King began to raise himself up to sit. Now he looked at Demetrius with both eyes. "My heart is ablaze, is not yours?" The King spoke in his deep bellowing voice. One designed to intimidate and emit dominance. To this Demetrius raised himself up and placed his right hand to his side, palm open. A small fire appeared on his palm, then he clinched his fist. The fire emitted from between his fingers and shaped into a thin concentrated stream out of both sides of his grasp. The fire then turned into the crimson spear from earlier. "Yes.." Demetrius replied. ---------- "I hate the land. So hard to find anything." In the jungles of Vrondi a stomping titan made its way through the vegetation. "The guards of Sunfire didn't see anyone besides some suspicious looking Nayu. Can I go home now?" A voice echoed underneath the hull of a weaponized Advanced Apparatus. It was a Tearian machine, its design being sleek and now for intimidation or obvious destructive power. [i]No! You're to head to the Kingdom of Vrondi! The Magoi says there's a chance the wanted criminal went there. Also be on the lookout for any creatures called.. Humans? I'll have to check back with HQ for confirmation.[/i] The machine halted its walking. The high pitched voice under the machine's helm let out a loud cry. "WHAT THE FUCK IS A HUMAN!?" [/center]