Kiara tensed herself as took in her surroundings and options. Like Vincent said, going outside was out of the question. Not unless they wanted to become raving mad men and suffer an untimely death. So that left staying in here trying to convince these people they were innocent. No easy task. But certainly not impossible either. "Don't do anything yet," she told Vincent. "I'm gonna try something out and see what happens, ok?" Without a moment's hesitation, she focused all her energy on the group of people, not letting any of their words reach her.

She blotted out the world and focused on the task at hand. Moments passed, but they felt like an eternity to Kiara. Finally, after concentrating and waiting, she let out a sigh as-

[i]"Hey, who are those two?"[/i]

[i]"Were they always here?"[/i]

[i]"The poor dears....must've got caught up in the storm..."[/i]

[i]"Hello there travelers! Do you folks need any help?"[/i]

Kiara gave Vincent a wry grin. Simple magic. Nothing too complex, but this was her specialty. Making others forget. "Piece of cake! Now I guess we just hang out here for a bit more. Once the storm lets up, we can get the hell outta-"

The woman in the yellow dress shook her head wildly, a look of terror in her eyes. She pointed at the two travelers, shouting, "Demons! They're demons! It's magic! Black spells! Don't look directly at her! She'll. . . she can mess with your mind! Make you forget stuff!" Kiara offered Vincent an apologetic shrug. Well, she never said she'd mastered her magic. But it was worth a shot. Unfortunately, it seemed to work against them.

[i]"Magic?"

"Devils! They've deceived us!"[/i]

[i]"They can't be trusted...they must be punished!"[/i]

[i]"Death! Death to the demons!"[/i]

The woman in yellow lunged to her counter, drawing out a hefty double-barreled shotgun. Without a second thought, she aimed the gun right at Kiara. 

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Webster twirled his blade in thought. "How about we make a contest out of it? The person who makes her talk first gets to slaughter the next town? Deal?" With a flick of motion, the Devil made a clean cut across the woman's left arm, blood splattering the ground beneath them. The woman held back a scream, biting on her tongue. "Cute," Webster commented. "But that's just a warm up."

The black sand swirling around them focused on a single point and began to swarm the wound inflicted by Webster. The woman still refused to scream, but tears were streaming down her face now as the dark substance began eating away at the fresh cut. The dark man shook his head at the woman's stubbornness. 

"You turn," he told Rebel.