Jared looked at the lines and closed his eyes. he lifted both hands in the air and clenched them into fists. all at once, the machine was carved precisely where it needed to be, scrap falling to the ground. He then turned around.

Jared looked at Ris. He still didn't believe her. He stood up and paced around as he talked. His elbow down, but hand up, he walked, small bits and pieces of metal and glass coming to his hand. "You know, "Gata" or whatever you're calling yourself now, there are things in this world that are invisible to the naked eye." Once the pieces came together at his hand, he clenched his other fist and it instantly formed together. I came out to be a lens, not much unlike the one on his mask, but looked as if it was made to fit over it. He inspected it and nodded. "Some of those things are ghosts, spirits, auras..." he pulled out a marker and started drawing inscriptions and symbols on it and looked at his completed product again as the lens absorbed the markings and turned a faint purple color. "...and especially magic energy. Can't see it at all! Unless..." He pushed the lens over his own and a single, faint 'click' could be heard. "...you know the proper markings for the job. There is more to deciphering our interrogation than meets the eye miss. You think we haven't had to do this before? Charlie, she's practically radiating over there. I'm surprised she hasn't cracked a gear in my poor necklace." He shrugged. "Anyone else thirsty?"
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Bethy caught Drake by surprise, "Hmm? Uh, okay...what do you need help with? Something the matter?" He looked at Ciskel and back to her, crossing his arms, his face a bit worried.
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Ander was unsure of his next action. Now he knew that Drake didn't have to die, he wasn't sure of his next mission. And it seemed like he had already made a plan to get Drake, so what was he supposed to do now? Did he not need him anymore? And if he didn't need him...could that mean...he couldn't have..."Terra!" He shouted as he sprinted back out of his semi-abandoned home. He landed on his crystal, and made his way to the dark guild. He was recklessly flying without a care to who saw him and he could have been clearly seen by anybody. Clilia, Inigo, Bethy, anybody. It may not have been his most secure move, but if his feeling was right, and the awkward notion he's had for the past two years was right, he couldn't waste a second.