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"Hardly," He replied, tail almost dragging along the ground in a display of disconcertion. Truly, Raziel wasn't certain they were far enough away; the trickling of water through pebbled and sandy knolls was causing a similar feeling to creep through his talons and swirl up into his spine and head. Everything was connected, and this lake may have been the result of an aqueduct stemming from the Abyss. The second the thought occurred to him, the kitsu knew it was ridiculous, but the unsettled feeling did not abdicate its position in his misplaced heart.

He forced himself to watch the water, to grow used to the lapping edges which bade him to enter, to let go, to divorce a battered soul from an equally tattered body. The moonlight tread with feminine grace over the surface of the water, like some reincarnation of Narcissus, captivated by its own raw beauty. The night and the water combined were a deadly potency: The moon could draw him in and the water could rend him apart.

Perhaps that was the intention.

Her words struck the wraith like a blow, and he unconsciously winced, the storm cloud eyes flaring back to life where before a dulled hopelessness had held them. Did Collista mean to ask him how long he'd wandered the material plane? Or was he overthinking things again? "Not long," He hazarded, answer purposefully vague. "And I have little intention of remaining..."

Hermione walked around a corner, approaching the group, but not paying attention to them. She spoke over her shoulder to some one. "Yup, right here, I found her. Remus too."

"Well, now what have we here?" Around the corner steps a stocky, tall kitsu male, with longish red hair. "Ginny's out to give some one the Bat Bogey hex perhaps? I say go for it."

"Why should she do that? We're here, why not just give him a canary cream? For some one irritating our little sister, its on the house!" Another, twin to the first, emerges, a wicked sparkle in his eyes.

"Hyeh..."
Fai mopped around, having not been able to find Kurogane or the others. What was going on in this realm? He had felt no magic, but it seemed like everthyone had magically vanished. It almost reminded him of his desolated home of Celes. An ice wasteland.
Fai shook out those thoughts. There was no way this world was meeting the same fate, he would have sensed it long before it happened.
Fai stopped short on his quest when he noticed a shadow go by slowly. Recognizing that shape, Fai looked up to see a winged kitsu. Though he had never seen this one before, as he had black wings. So he wasn't alone in this world.
"Hyuu Hyuu," Fai shouted, trying to get the kitsus attention.

((here's one for Crowley heart ))

((Yup in the kitchen Want me to have them go outisde?))

She had figured he would say that. " Tell me something raziel.." she frowned knowing she was probably going to get her nose bitten off for asking. " Why do the other kitsus hate you so?" It was blunt to the point." Youve refered to yourself as a monster yet i have not found one reason to think you so. You are polite. Not overly kind yet your words sound as though you speak the truth. And that is a good trait. " she frowned again her earrings swaying in the gentle breeze. the sound of the lake against the shore added an odd background to her questions yet somehow they were almost soothing to colistas ears.

"Anthony J. Crowley. Pleased to meet you, Fai." Bowing, his glasses slid down on his nose just a little, revealing his eyes' vibrant yellow color and black, snake-like pupils. "It's pleased I am to meet you." He hissed, just a little, over the S's, as he still couldn't quite help himself from that habit. The other Kitsusagi seemed nervous... No, not nervous, the demon amended. But wary. Apparently, Crowley's reputation preceeded him.

Lenneth smirked at Raistlin's comment directed at his brother. She knew better than most treasure laid hidden in different realms, in different places within the realm even. Often times they're not usually within a nice neat treasure chest laid out just for anyone to discover, and if they are typically those treasures aren't very good if one was to consider it a treasure in the first place. Most of the ones she found laid deep hidden within a dungeon, or a town lost to the naked eye. Granted that she had a little helper with her which indicated a treasure was nearby by illumination she still sometimes had trouble reaching the treasure.

"Yes, many treasure lay hidden within this realm. I have no doubt in my mind that you seek them all, or at least would seek the ones most useful to yourself and your brother. However most of them would prove useless to anyone aside from a desperate merchant," she smirked. Most of the treasures she often found was particularly useless in battle or otherwise. Even as a decoration they proved mediocre. "However, the treasures most valuable cannot be found in the physical world. To obtain them, I believe, you must see with your own eyes not only the Kitsus that live here but the world around them."

Treasures often most important to people were not materialistic at all. Materialistic objects can always get lost, stolen, broken, etc. And often times they were replaceable. The treasures most important to most; if not all were found in the most unlikely places through the most unlikely people. To discover those things in itself is one of the greater rewards of the treasure itself.

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Finishing off her onigiri, Haruhi glanced over at the colorful grapes Ichijo brought over. They appeared just about right from the dull maroonish color they carried. Not to mention they were nice and round, and had just the right strength to them. Not too soft and not too hard. Just perfect. Whoever got these grapes surely had a keen eye on buying the right ones.

She bit one off the stem and chewed it in her mouth slowly. The flavor of the grape seemed to melt in her mouth with a proportionate amount of sugar and texturely goodness. Chewing on them reminded her of when she first went shopping for grapes not too soon after her mother passed. When she went to the market to examine the grapes, she was a little baffled as to which were the ripe ones. She took her paw and gently squished them a little, only to end up with a paw full of grape juice. Of course, the next time she went she knew exactly which ones to buy after her previous failure. Thinking back upon those memories gave way a gentle smile on her face as she took more grapes into her mouth.

"Thanks Ichijo-san. They're just as you said they were." She flopped her ears up and down at his comment about her onigiris. Her first reaction was to chuckle, while her second was to answer him, "They're alright for left overs. But I'm not really as good as you say I am. I can cook enough to get by without throwing up from the horrible taste of it, but it's not the best onigiris ever," she chuckled once more. His face at that moment seemed a little red; oblivious to this she asked, "Are they that good that they make your face red?" She asked innocently.

She turned back to the unmasked kitsu across from him and taught him how to make onigiris, "If you want to make onigiris it's best to have good rice. Sticky rice is usually pretty good for this. You just cook some rice, dice up some meat and mix it in. When you're done you just take a pawful then roll it into a ball. If you want you can stick a plum in the middle, or whatever you prefer. Then you just take a piece of seaweed and wrap it half way around the sides."

((*wiggledances* X3))