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Myles watches the market get generally demolished, and picks his way carefully over the rubble, his bearing and demeanor carefully held.

"A Seishou battle ruining Feine Market... is it really Thursday already?"

He shrugs and takes another quick belt from the flask.

It seemed for a second that the wind familiar's attack would go through in time, however the tendrils were whipping and lashing too rapidly for her to cause damage onto Geist without receiving the brute of his own attack. The minute the familiar had put herself in between Cheville and the attack, the hot the tendrils would lash deeply into the chest of it's flesh sending small splashes of blood in the air. They moved so fast that the familiar herself probably wouldn't notice the wounds until it landed again. As for Geist, he would find himself covered in deep cuts and scrapes from the large surge of cutting wind that the wind familiar had covered him in. "Hahahaha, I sorta like that tingling feeling." He nodding in agreement with himself, looking as if he were completely oblivious to his outside appearance right now.

As they both escape out of the pub, he only shook his head and smiled. "Looks like these chicks are playing hard to get. Ya know I was never really good with the ladies. I guess I'm going to make heads roll to get their attention." Those people viewing the pub from the outside would notice an explosion that would blow out the entire roof of the pub. Geist would leap from the large opened space and in the middle of the square. "Let's see, so that's what they're up to. Ya know it's not like I was intentionally trying to hurt anyone in this trash hole." And truthfully he wasn't. In his mind they were only casualties that got in his line of vision during the fight. He had no remorse for any of them. As he ran full speed towards he passed the kid who's father he had killed earlier. "Yo!! Tell your mom I said my bad!!" He said carelessly as if the boy's mother could simply replace the now deceased father Geist had killed.

((exit to Wickia Woods)

"The Turtle City in the desert's a nice place, I've heard, but I've never gone into the desert. Not one for heat, you know."
"Heat's no trouble at all to you with me here now."
"Hmmm. Then we'll go through GEARBOLT, load up on some supplies and whatnot, and venture somewhere new, shall we?"
"Very well then. There's no room to take off in this rubble, lets head back to that open area."
"Most certainly."

~ exit -> Wickia ~

When one appeared he would have done so out of Phase to stay invisable, he awaited Varak to arrive in the area before pulling himself into sight on Varak's left, he leant his Scythe over his shoulder and smeslt the air "A very cleen place." E said immediatly referring to the souls of the people as well as the nature "I wonder how the people will feel seeing two people like us." He said with a dull tone although looking over towards the populated area with an interested expression. "So what might we be up to first Varak?" he said with a twirl of his weapon.

the reaper shrugged "I guess two people can find one place different." He said wit a shrug thumbing his pendant feeling that it and Trance had a simmilar feel in the Reapers opinion but not identical. The Reaper wasn't up for explaining that the clenlieness of the souls here was greater than where they lived as many of Varak or Tony's "friends" in the Necropolis embraced darker powers over purity. However The people of trance didn't have pure souls, they were simply seemned cleen. "I'm certain they will not act with Immediate violence, we will get to speak before we get threatened I think." He with in a reassuring manner before admitting "Aiding these people may be useful, the term "You owe me one" Is meant to be very strong in most cultures, I suspect If we can aid them in any way, we can request things of them..." He trailed off and didn't add anything as he noticed he was talking as if he was going to playfully start culture trouble, however he was not, so his Idea would float out as that general comment instead of a plan of any sort.

One leant his scythe over his shoulder and released the pendent, the thoughts about causeing trouble left him the secound he did so as he frowned slightly and said "So were we just going to wait till they decide to talk to us or should we hunt down a higher up?" He said keeping his mind on track with Varak and ignoreing the stores, normally he would have spent a very large amount of money in a place like this as to test human experiences, and own human trinkets.

It was soon to be the next morning. Varak's army was nearing the borders of Trance and Varak was growing irritated with the results he was getting from the random villagers. "These people are of no use to me..." Varak said with a hint of aggravation seeping through his voice. The best I can get out of these people is information I already knew. I guess I am just going to have to force them into the open. "It is time to begin this." Varak said to Tony as he found some what of an open area in the market. Using his walking stick he would begin making markings in the dirt beneath he feet. The light of the sun would just start to bounce off of his pale skin as he continued. First it would begin with a circle roughly six feet in diameter. Then four symbols would surround the main center circle all with specific meaning. The first one facing the north would symbolize the Netherworld as a whole. The symbol facing the south would symbolize a door way. However a specific door way. Much like a hall way between two rooms minus the hallway and the doors would be an eternity away from each other. The symbol to the west would symbolize the deeper, damned areas of the Netherworld. And the symbol to the east would symbolize a key. Like a piece of string connecting the two doors together. Then after that another circle would encompass every thing.

Varak could be found standing in the center of the new marking in the dirt. It is not the greatest spell. However it should work. My studying has allowed me to be resourceful. It is time to unleash hell on this plane. Varak would ignite the flames to his already active seishou. The ground would begin to rumble beneath he feet as he would begin to active his spell. "Sedaro meh tevanu! Dir esna rearr arr hutena. Sedaro meh tevanu!" Varak began chanting in the ancient language. Cracks would begin to form at the outer circle's edge stretching out as far as the surrounding buildings. Kneeling down slightly and stretching his arms out to the ground his hands would start emitting short flairs of green lightning that touched the carvings that circled around him. Soon, as the cracks in the ground would start to grow in size every thing that Varak carved into the dirt would begin to glow as if supporting itself. "Fevera hote'na sie nurwa kern. desi quatru meh tevanu." The dirt would begin to crackle and peal off the ground and then disintegrate into the air as if the life were being sucked from it. The cracks that were stretching from the edges of the circle were nearing a foot wide with some reaching as far away as fifty feet from Varak.

"COME FOURTH OH DEPTHS OF THE NETHER. SHOW YOUR SELF TO ME AND TO TRANCE. GRACE US WITH YOUR GREAT POWER!" Varak yelled into the open. The wind had begun to pick up and was starting to create a small vortex centered around Varak. His robes started to billow sharply in the wind as it encompassed him. I can feel some thing trying to prevent my power. It is possible the power of the shamans reaches into the city. But my spell is too far along now. HAHA. Only the chieftain would be able to stop it now. That is if what I herd was true. The circle that Varak was standing in had begun to rise out of the ground like a pillar as the ground surrounding the pillar would be pulled towards it then sucked back under ground. It was as if the pillar was an opening of a waterfall except it was dirt instead of water.

One stood staring as his mind speedily was taking in everything in two types of vision, the explosion of pent up energy here was immense and One couldn't help but feel uneasy and preapare for what came, Helulled his head back his eyes flashing as he opened his mouth and as a mist runic lettering slowly seeped out in different shapes, many with triangles of cresent moons as a part of them, theese slowly surrounded the reaper as his body hoisted itself into the air and a purple void of wailing Faces appear around the reaper, he had errcted his barrier to protect his body, this barrier would ensure protection from all the magical and spiritual energy and even absorb some of it, the Reaper eye however were on the souls that were away to be lost, He fealt a tingleing and looked at his scythe as it began to flicker, It knew death was away to come and to reaper had to preapare to collect all the souls that were away to be lost.

The Reaper consorted with himself for a secound about what to do as he was interested to see Varaks Idea's but wasn't to sure if Varak should be allowed to do what he was, it was a little much of an act of war. However the Reaper couldn't stop Varak for one very simple reason. He was not allowed to, Varak had a legitimate lifeline that was allowed to affect the timeline, reality and the natural order. However The Reaper was not allowed to start a war with force, nor stop it by force unless certian rules were broken or his higher ups deemned in necissary. That was not a common event, a couple uknown way he was allowed to effect the world hung around as well but he didn't know theese. Right now all he could do was watch and collect souls like the Greedy Miser he was. However all this energy caused an inknling somewhere in the Back of Tonys mind.