The words flashed brightly as Ix sighed away stress he didn't know he saved. He had been so focused on the mission at hand he hadn't realized the implications of his paradoxical evidence. As the feathers dispersed, he felt like himself again.

Teotihuacan.

The name rang familiar in his ears. She whose webs weave the worlds. Ix noted the information given, creating a mental list of possible supplies needed to take into account. I am a Hunter of both Monster and Man.





OOC I'm doin this from my phone so nothing fancy now with the circlet lol. And is his mentor going to give a name or should Ix ask?

(he's your mentor you can come up with a name and code name lol =p)

He nods. "It is a very very very very old saying, but a true one. Don't put all your eggs in one basket. It is why I have had you trained in many schools of fighting, in both firearms and the blade, in stealth and in fighting, and supplied you with many weapons. Your magic is strongest when it is backed by knowledge of many patterns, while one can not hope to know all the wheels secrets in one life time you should try and learn at least the basics of every art you can."

Ix took the words of The White Baron to heart. Ix had been a First-Chair Player in his Performance Co., and it was more due to strength of will than Skill. Skills would certainly make things easier. Huoshui's healing hands, Raven's war tunes, any of these Skills would make Ix's occupation easier.

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"The Twelve Points" Terminology

Chair = Ranking within a Performance Company; First being highest ranking (ranking beneath Conductor, Composer, etc)
Performance Company = "unit"; a composition of approximately eight assassins form a Performance co.
Player = an assassin, a member of the Philharmonic (assassins)
Skills = Spheres
Talent = Magic

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"It is unlikely, things are not going well in the hells of the shard realm entropy. Death will stalk me soon, there i little reason not to help as I can in taking out key targets instigating the instabilities."

He sighs. "Beings and those touched but what is not part of the wheel and never have nor will be, seek to brake the wheel. There is something or someone there they covet and it will likely be my final mission to find and eliminate that threat."

Ix nodded understandingly. Having seen the failings first-hand, he could only guess that all hitman hands were needed on deck. And while The White Baron looked to have outran Death, it was the inevitable outcome of all.



Ix wasn't sure what the dark creatures could possibly want out of breaking the @heel. He knew some from the Deep desired utter annihilation, and their catch 22 logic did nothing to give him an answer to what these foul creations could possibly want.

"The others? They were here before the one, before the wheel was. When the one was awoken and became the many they were driven away and forced to be aware of there loneliness and of there pain, the darkness tearing at there souls. The could try and find a way to enter the light, or be one with us, or find peace and a way to end the pain with each other..... they did not. When the sundering happened they found a way into the light.. and it became there will to bring pain to the light and all that dwell in it. They feed on our suffering and grow strong, wishing to return all to darkness, return all to oblivion so that they may sleep and there suffering end. Till then they have done all they can to see that we suffer as they do." He sighs shaking his head. "Senex has known this for some time now, but few are willing to be leave something can exist yet not exist. That the stuff of oblivion can be self aware. To make things worse the dead pure ones who pulled themselves from oblivion and feel into slumber have been waking sense t he red star appeared, and now the mother that re-birthed them into this world stirs..."

"The counsel calls us doomsayers and thinks this it is just an attempt to get help in putting funds into exploring a dangerous realm for little reason than the fears of an old man."

"There is something they want in realms of the fallen, but the counsel is more concerned with Vivo to consider the consequences of what would happen if we lost control over SR-Entropy to the Nephandi."

The Mother.

Ix had recalled his meeting with the Mother, and how dismal the scene at the time had been. He knew the Others could never find peace, birthed from Her womb. That was why they had to be stopped. Their existence outside the divine cycle only brought turmoil to the Turn. Their peace was only found in Oblivion.

So THAT'S why I was tasked with that objective. Ix had wondered what this "Vivo" entailed. Now it seemed nothing more than the fancy of bored counselors.

"No, the counsel is right, the ship is a danger before it can be stopped several million more will die.... more if we can not find a way to destroy it and accurately predict where it's going to be next. These 'sins' are a concern too and seam to have some ties to the Nephandi.... guess some of the Nephandi don't care if the wheel starts back up again or not, so long as it stops long enough for them to be dragged down to oblivion." He shrugs some. "Why these fallen wish to reset the wheel rather than brake it, I do not understand. Perhaps there master seeks redemption rather than oblivion or revenge ageist mankind, but I've never hurd of such a thing... from all I've hurd the true demons only wish for mankind to suffer for the fate that has fallen appon them."

Ix inwardly laughed at the preposterous idea of redemption. Even as an agent of Fate, there were some things too profound for the talented life-taker to take in.

"They have tried many weapons, even if it hurts it they are not able to control it for every long according to the files they just can't risk firing it very long. My experiences though says everything alive has something they are toxic to.... problem would be finding something it couldn't adapt to. But if it is a construct ship you would need some one highly skilled in light magics and samples of it for them to study." He sighs "And there is still the problem of tracking something with instantaneous transport."

"As for the sins, from your reports it is fairly center that two are on Venus, and with some investigation it seams the 'sloth' creature is ether on Ganymede or a nearby location using Ganymede shipping ports."

"There are... other sightings of what may be one of these creatures... Kingsington was redirected from another mission to oversee the auction after Tiencken was delayed when Cerberus' main port was trashed by a monstrous shape shifting unknown lifeforms. It some how had taken on biometrics of one of our operatives to a level that it fooled the best of our scanners."  The idea that something could get through get into Cerberus' fort poising as some one else was insane enough to think that it could be related to these monsters.

This ship is too much trouble. Ix only had an idea as to how much a nuisance the mysterious ship had been. Finding its weakness would be a true test of his training. The downfall of the powerful Vivo would be a beautiful cadence in the song of Death.

The sins themselves were equally substantial in their contributions to chaos. Unpredictable. Unstoppable. Deadly. Traits that are the essentials of assassinations. These enemies' objectives still remained foggy, but it is clearly was not in the proper rotation of the world's current Turn.



Ix had a faint idea of the capabilities of his team, but with anonymity on their side they could properly prepare for their moves. It would take a deal of observation, and still moves needed to be made.

"The strings of fate are drawn tight this is a time when there are many paths, and they are .... well the best analogy would be a knot or kink in the weave. It is hard to tell what paths lead to what outcomes and even to see many of the outcomes. It is always difficult to see into the future, but there are times like these when the future is veiled. Some think this is because it is a crucial point in time, we have been going through the transition of one age to another this past hundred years. Others think it is because there is a possibility there will be no future, and we are drawn to that void or that it veils the futures that survive it."

"But I think the ship poses the most imitate threat while the others pose the worse one in the long run. There is something you should know though. We are tied you and I, we have been training each other from a distance for some time. You will understand more with time but one day many years from now you will find me again, and it will be your turn to train me again." He gives a weak smirk.

Ix tilted his head, curious to the White Baron cryptic knowledge. Instead of pondering, he returned his Mentor's weak smirk with a small one of his own. He knew his teacher wouldn't lead him astray. He was sure the man's meaning was a reference to the Cycle.

He bowed his head deferentially.



It had certainly been an honor to meet the White Baron in person. The man was a living example of a Wheel worker. Ix aspired to follow in the man's footsteps. It was not for the powers of good or evil, but for the Balance that held Creation together.

"I know you may question our superiors, and there are times they have used us in the past.... it happens mostly when one of us is dead and the other is still learning. But while you may not trust all of Senex the organization, you can trust the man. His time on the wheel has been long and he has much knowledge, for there is something few know... something you told me your last turn of the wheel. His familiar is the phoenix." He places his own circlet back on "I have tought you as much as I can in the time I have. The rest your herself will reveal over time. I would have met with you in person sooner but I did not think my time was so near, and we must learn to work in the field alone and with out intimidate help."

He had seen the old mans familar, he could sense it was some sort of primordial spirit but to be THE phoenix.... it's insane, the stories around the phoenix are a little muddled but they all seam to point to her/his/it being a pure one, a fragment of a pure one, or some sort of arch angel or something.... stories aren't very clear simply that she/him/it has been around sense nearly the dawn of time and predicted the red star's appearance billions of years ago, before or at least during the first age.  The idea that something like that would act as anyone's familiar was just ludicrous.

His mentor's words were taken in with a touch of confusion,but tempered with trust.He never understood all that was going on, but his foundation was strong, and he was loyal to the cause: to keep the world in proper rotation. He wouldn't question how Senex could acquire such a powerful familiar, but he knew the man was more than resourceful enough to accomplish what was necessary. He had been taught well himself, and had taught himself well.

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"B@ron, thank you for your...advice..."

The assassin bowed low, zipping his mask back up as he returned to full height.

He nods some, as he turns the device off ending the shield hiding them.



He gives you a good pat on the shoulder.

Ix silently snickers, somehow comfortable with the man's physical touch despite his natural evasion to contact.



With that, he walked out, heading back toward his crew.

Raven walked down the hall, opening doors and checking rooms as the two went along their way. When he found one that had no one around and did not seem to be currently in use, he motioned his friend inside and pulled the heavy, wooden, metal studded slab closed behind them. He took a moment to take out a pack of smokes, and light one with his old trusty metal Earth Army lighter. The soldier then offered the assassin the pack and light; the old man enjoyed a puff before speaking.

"We have been friends for quite a while now, but what I have to tell you might very well change that. In fact it is completely possible that after you hear what I have to say, you might well decide to end more then just our friendship. But the only one I can ask to come with me so I can do what needs to be done aside from those at my hip,  is you and I cannot ask you to come with me without giving you the background of what you're going to be walking into you if you decide to come.

"60 years ago, I was 20 and drafted into the Earth Army. My first mission, which turned out was my last for EA, was to get some privileged people into a bunker in Canada. We arrived at the bunker with the VIPs, and started to load them in. I don't remember who saw it first, it seems anymore that we just all looked up together and saw that flaming rock in the sky. We knew then that our intel was wrong, that death stone was coming funkier faster than either they thought, or they just didn'the give enough  of a shit to tell us the truth. What I didn't know for sure when I saw it, is I didn't wants to die. I ran into the bunker, and slammed my fist on the controls to close the blast doors. There were about 200 people inside the bunker with me, and when they saw what I was doing they screamed at me do you open the doors and let the others in. But I wouldn't do it, all I saw coming from out there was my own death. when they realized I was going to leave the otherstate out there to die, they tried to rush me to get to the controls and keep the doors open. But they were a bunch of elites and eggheads, while I was a terrified kid armed to the teeth. So when they came, I leveled my assault rifle at them, and opened fire. When I exhausted that clip, I slapped in a fresh one and kept firing. When I was completely out for it, I pulled out my handgun and kept going. When finally it too clicked empty, there were only two of them left standing, a man and woman. The guy had gotten a knife from somewhere, I would guess the kitchen, and I drew my own. The woman came just ahead of the man, I got her in the gut with my blade. She twisted away from me, and yanked the blade from my hand. I realized after the fact that of course this was their plan all along, she would be the distraction and attempt to disarm me while he would come in for the kill. That last nerd almost got me too, stabbed me in the eye with his little knife. But he didn'T thrust hard and deep enough to get to my brain, and he didn'T realize that a desperate man is never without weapons. I reached up, grabbed his head, and snapped his neck.

"When he was dead, when they were all dead by the very tools I was given to protect them, that'sounds when I heard it. The pounding, the unending boom boom boom coming from the other side of that giant, thick, reinforced door. I know I must have imagined it, but what I know for sure is the ground beneath my boots shook, lights flickered, and I no longer heard that phantom hammering. There were one thousand people left out there, denied safety and sentenced to die by my hand. I of course realized what I had done but try as I might to get myself to do it, I just wasn'T the kind of man who could take his own life. I've heard both that a man like that is a coward, but also suicide is a coward'so way out. So there I stayed, among the dead, eating their food and using their supplies until their equipment said it safe to leave.

"I tried to open the blast doors, but the heat from the explosion had welded them shut. Took me a long time with a cutting torch to get them open again. When I could leave, I decided I had been meant to die there that day back when, so I got ammo from the stores, cleaned my guns, sharpened my knife, and headed out so the Universe, or I guess what you call the wheel could even things out. I came to the crater where the rock had come to rest, and I climbed down inside. I used my knife to hack off a piece, and I took it with me as a reminder. I kept walking, and after a time I found a group of what I would assume we're Block Ops, all dead in front of a rift that went I don'the know where. One of them still had her gun in hand. A railgun, top secret and back then the most powerful handgun on the planet. It still worked, so I took it and rolled the bodies for ammo. Then I walked on, waiting for something to kill me. Some animal, the land, radiation, starvatipn, something. But none of that happened by the time I came to a town that was empty, save for a few looters and such. They didn'the pose a problem. At a guess I would say the place was evacuated as a precaution against radiation from the meteor strike, and that the all clear hadn'the been given yet.

"It was at this point that I started to think that I wasn'the meant to die after all. There was a bank rhere, the looters had gotten the vault open, and we're helping themselves to the paper stuff. But I had seen enough apocalypse movies to know that stuff would be worthless to trade. So instead I went to a hardware store, get a generator and a power drill with plenty of bits, and went back to the bank 5th help myself to the safety deposit boxes. God a good score out of that idea. So, since it was a growing possibility that I wasn'the marked to die out there, I checked a map, gassed a car, read up on how to get it running and hot wired at the lubrary, and headed off for the closest military base to turn myself in.

"When I got there, it too was empty. I managed to get the generators going and accessed one of the computers. It wasn'the hooked up to the Internet anymore, but it did have stuff stored on the base database. My clearance worked to get in, although I found a report there that my entire unit was listed as Kia and the mission marked a failure. There was also a general order that the base I was at was to be abandoned. Seems there was a lot of unrest between and in various governments, and even though there was supposed to be a universal Earth Army, different countries were instructing 5th soldiers who came from there to do things in that country's best interests. So Earth Army was dissolved, and the base abandoned. So there I was, officially dead and there was no one for me to report to because what I had been drafted into no longer existed. So, I just stayed there in a sort of limbo. I watched videos, a lot of which were instructional and along with plenty of time to practice, that's how I learned the Earth Army sign I taught you. I also got my knowledge of machines there too. The troops who were there attempted to loot the place when they left, but there were plenty of old emergency MREs to eat and the base had a water filtering system, so I was good.

"I'mean not really sure how long I was there, but I did realize I was content and that was bad. What right did I have to feel that way, after what I had done. I decided the only thing to do was to redeem myself. I searched lockers 7th I found some street clothes that would fight me, gassed up the car I had 'borrowed', loaded supplies and my bank loot 8th idea along with my armor and weapons, looked at a map, and headed for a large city with a space port. When I got there, I sold the car since I didn't need it anymore, and bought a whole new history for myself along with ID and all that. Kept the name the same though, because someday I wanted to be able to say ''my Thomas Miller' with pride. I had the metal I'don't taken from the rock made into a false eye, so every time I looked in the mirror I would remember what I was repeating for. When I put it into my head, I felt, well, saying electrified is like calling a forest fire a match stick, but that'should the best I can do for you at the moment. It was then the Nightmares started, I know we it was the souls I had dawned tormenting me. I actually found a bit of peace in that, that I would be made to pay for my actions. I got passage on a ship, took my EA gear with me, and left Earth forever behind me.

"After that I used my false papers to join the Space Marines, worked my way up the ranks, became Commander of my own squad, and lost them due to bad intel. Had my ship shot from under me, got knocked out. A beeping woke me up, my oxygen was out. I didn'the want to strangle 9th nothing slowly dying, so I took my helmet off so space itsef, the Universe if you will, could finally kill m3. But, I started breathing, damn it. I got picked up, get back to my base, and they tried to hang the whole thing on me. They coyldn'the officially of course, they could find no proof of wrong doing so they had to drop the charges. They coyldn'the even demote me, but they did keep assigning me to the worst cap jobs they could find until I just got tired of trying and quit. Of course they worked it up that I left 8th shame for what I did.

"The next stage of my life involved me embracing my drug habit big time. I was in some shit hole trying to fight a hangover by trying to figure out where I could find money to get high again. Some guy I didn'the know came up to me, said he would pay me to take a package from point a to point b. I did it, he paid, I got high again. Then he wanted another package, and another. There came a time some poor cop tried to stop me, to open the box, but all I could think of was if I didn'the deliver it I wouldn't get paid and goodbye drugs. I attacked him, didn'the kill him but I think that was more by chance then design. I did later send him some money for payment of his injuries, told him he had been left it by someone or some crap like
that. But I made the delivery, and people started to say I'don't get the job done no matter what. I got morebwork, more risk, more money. I found out I liked the risk, it was as damned addictive as drugs I found out. Besides * was self destructive, since my attempt to redeem myself crashed and burned. So, instead, I remade myself. Splicing technology to make me look like my old SM call sign, which I took as my name. Raven. I did every drug I could find to do, including rejuvenate twice because I didn'the get high from the first dose and I thought maybe I had a lame make or something. Anyway, I bought a scrap fighter since I had been trained how to fly one in the SM, and started taking jobs abroad. That brings us up to current times, I believe.

"So, to recap, you respect the Wheel thingie and I screwed the hell out of that bitch. The Universe or Wheel tried to kill me off twice, the first time I sent 1200 souls 8th my place ahead of their time so that was another duck you to the Wheel or Universe, and then good men died because I didn't when I was supposed to decades before. I'm not going to die soon of old age like I'm supposed to because of that stuff I took, so that's another face slato the Wheel or Universe.

"I have just recently learned that there is a place in the Universe, kind of like a hard drive where every bad thing ever done is copied and stored for all time. So, you guessed it, what I did in the bunker is still happening there, over and over, day in and day out. I can shut it down, but I'm told that I don't stand a chance going in by myself. I have two friends in this crazy life, 9th of them has hang at my side for 60 years. The other one I'made talking to right now. But we can'talk go in guns blazing, seems that won't work. First, we have to find some kind of special blood, and some kind of seed. We use these to cause the memory to change and fade away, but if we alter it, we'lol be trapped I  that bunker with 1200 people and I was just told that place else was only designed to hold 200.  So, we would die of dehydration if we'really lucky, starvation if we're not. Seems it will take time for the memory to fade after it changes, so we get to live 8th out. Fun, huh? But, wait, it gets better. There'should one way in, and no way out except to die. But I'm sure it's not as simple as that, nothing about this is turning out to be. Probably have to die in some special way or sometching in 9th to get out of there and back into our reality, such as it is. Otherwise I guess you get trapped there for all time. Cheery thought, huh? Oh, almost forgot. To stand any chance at all, we have to find a way to be linked together. And if you'received going to tell me I gave all those people a good death because they would have died slowly in the over crowded bunker, don't bother. My new Goddess Clashing Boom Boom said it doesn't count because I didn't do it for that reason.

"Let's see, what other fun facts do you need to know before deciding? Well, turns out I don'the have a soul, just a part of one. This not nice guy also has one, and he wants to kill me for mine. Of course I need to off him for his shard too, so I guess I can'tell be too passed he'said out to get me. If that didn'the make you paranoid enough, remember when I told you my squad was killed? Well, aside from me, our sniper Jimmy survived somehow and he's sold his soul to some devil somewhere and he believes I abandoned the squad like a hundred years ago even though it was only roughly forty. He was on the station when it was attacked, he was one of the attackers actually. It'still too much to hope for that he was on it when it went bye bye, so we'll need to avoid a bullet in the brain. Oh, and if we do manage to die in the right way and get our of this memory limbo place, I still need to pay back the Wheel or Universe for every soul I took early, and they have to be in the same dire straights as the ones I killed, so just buying 1200 lunches for the homeless din'the cut it. I saved 200 from the station, so that leaves me a cool 1000 to go. Well, decision time. Do you come on a suicide mission with a drug crazed mass murderer, or do you just blow his brains out now and balance the Wheel? If you decide the latter, please grant me one last request and use my own gun."

The damned man withdrew Tried And True, holding it out for Ix to take while the old fighter awaited the assassin'a decision.
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(WOW thats a lot to read.... lol.... but from a quick scan I can say Ix would know about the weastland/atrosity...

As it's gauro name sake it's a place of atrosities.... it's one of the death realms, bordering on the shadow lands.  He wouldn't know too much about it, but he knows it use to be the way the universe as a whole resolved these terrible acts.. how it got over them you could say... a nasty scab on the deadlands where healing took place slowly...  But now corruption has sunk in and the scab is a festering one... It still serves it's purpose... it still heals.... but it's infested with corrupted beings that feed on the negitivity and use it to raise there 'young'

Details are a bit shady but he could get a hold of some one that knew more about it if he called it in... but two things he knew for sure.... it was damn hard to get into and as far as he knew there was no way out on your own... it had to let you out.)
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Ix followed behind the splicer with a casual curiosity, and slipped into the room with piqued interest. He peeled off his mask and pulled down his scarf, revealing his taut and plain features. The scar that crossed the center of his face pulled with each inhale as the assassin smoked in silence. Once he extinguished his cigarette, he moved to lean against the wall and cross his arms loosely across his chest.

...didn't see that coming...

Ix had listened in silence as Raven explained his history and circumstances. Behind his stern face, he didn't disclose his disbelief. As long as the hitman had known the old bird, he hadn't expected their history had allowed Raven to reveal so much about his life. He was bound by a strict code to hide much of his own history, and had even bent the rules in his correspondence with the veteran. Now that he was accountable for this new knowledge, he wasn't quite sure what to do.

While Ravenheld his gun out toward him, Ix's hand moved to rub thoughtfully at his chin. His acute gaze was fixated on the weapon toward him for the longest moment. After what seemed like an eternity, a miniscule smirk floated onto his full lips. "The balance of the Wheel is what I seek." He came from off the wall and slowly began to walk toward him. "As far as I see, you seek the same. Fate has brought us together for all the fucked up reasons that hold our world together."

He approached the smuggler as he signed his words. Once the weapon was within reach he took the gun from Raven's hand and gave it a few tosses as he continued. "It's easy enough to pull the trigger on a target. Harder on a fellow Agent of Fate. To a friend..." The weapon was caught, and Ix quickly brought the barrel to his friend's crystalline eye. A short moment passed in silence. Then the executioner pulled the trigger.

It clicked harmlessly.

The professional handed back the weapon, along with the ammo he had subtly removed. "...is where I falter." He stepped back, and crossed his arms once again. "Let's do this shit already. Besides, if you die, I call dibs on your gear."

"Or I guess, as you have said, 'Dance with the one that brought you...'"
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Tink squawked some and flew over landing on Ravens shoulder. It canted its head some and made some pleased sounds, then started to take in deep breaths... something rather odd considering it didn't need to breath, then snapped its beak down hard on the air. It started to tug and pull at something.... not anything really ether of them could see, even with there most enlightened senses. But it stung, like getting a barbed needle pulled out. The little mechanical bird quickly repeated the prossess over and over, drawing the air in like a vacuum cleaner before snapping away at seemingly nothing and pulling it away from raven... moving around him leaping over his body... and not stopping despite how much a fit he might put up.

This little act was some what amusing to watch for Ix, and only lasted about 10 seconds.. but he did notice something. The old birds quintessence flow started to clear up and move more freely, but they time the bird was done the birds quintessence was moving with out any blockage or constraint through his body..... the poor bird though seamed to have taken this onto himself and as it fluttered to land on a table staggered some and seamed rather... low on power, making whimpery like sounds similar to a machine running to a stop.

Raven had had operations before but his splcings were different and he never quite felt right after them... he never quite completely got use to them. Now though... what ever the bird had done seamed to shake this off, his body felt natural and as much his as it ever did before.
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Raven calmly finished his smoke as Ix pointed the railgun at his false eye and pulled the trigger. Maybe the old man didn't fear death, or he trusted in his friendship with the assassin enough to believe despite appearances the other would not harm him. Perhaps the Splicer felt himself invicible after two attempts by Fate to kill him had both failed; most likely however it was the fact that Tried and True told him it had been emptied of it's ammunition the moment Ix did it.

Raven took his gun back and made sure it was correctly reloaded; right as he finished but before he could respond to his friend, Tina landed on his shoulder and began acting like he was pulling something free from something. The pilot would have wondered about this, but before his mind could for any such thought he felt a sting from nowhere. Then another, and another, then more still. Then, whatever had  begun was finished, and not only were the tiny bit if pain gone, the fighter felt better than he had in decades. In fact, if he were honest with himself, he felt like himself for the first time since all his splicing. Tina seemed to have suffered for this however, as he landed and seemed weak. The blood and bone bird broke several crystals from his face, and placed them before the clockwork bird.

"I don't know what you did, buddy, but thanks for that."

He turned back to the other man in the room.

"First, We need to get something called the blood of the Wyld. Ares said we should go to the Radiance for it, said it was the very heart of the Wyld, and that we would need a good supply of it. We also need a seed of Tambiyah, which we will need to go to Her realm to get. He also told me we would need to be connected together, and He suggested using FW's old master for that part, but from the way the monk reacted he and this guy had a falling out. If Mr. Squeaky Clean passed off Quick Chang Kain, a can you imagine what he'd upon meeting me? We might want to look elsewhere for that part me thinks. Oh, and we need to find a way in and out, although I hear there is no way out so that should be fun. The big guy also gave me this thing that was all complex, then it turned into an orb that glowed, and then into a disk which He gave me. He said it will take us where ever we want to go."

That was the last bit of crystals worth picking off for now... his face is near clear of them. Though he knows by tomorrow there will be signs of new ones starting to form, and by the day after the little mechanical bird will likely be pecking at them again.

For now though he just rests, he seams very tired... or low on power... or..... how ever a mechanical spirit gets? O.o He don't even nibble at the crystals yet.

(you guys can keep talking here but going to move on)

Ix's hand twitched as the avian antagonist began its Feast of Needles, at first not sure what the bird was up to. When he realized what the creature was up to, he nodded approvingly. About time that thing was good for something.

"Sounds like a tall order." And it certainly was. Ix had no idea where they would begin, but he knew they would do what was needed when the time came for it. "For now I'll keep it all in mind. Let's head back to the rest of the freakshow." He turned and made his way to the door.