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"Well, then it looks like we compliment and contrast one another nicely." Demi quipped with a shy, slightly crooked smile. She placed the index finger of her right hand against her lips as she thought. "Is there anything else that you want to know about me? Or should I just keep on sayingg anything that comes to mind?"

keylala quickly jumps out of the tre and goes back in to the house "i think ill go read some more" she said walking to the house and heading to the library

"Anything that comes to mind will suffice nicely. It keeps me from having to work at getting information, and I'm not going to deny that I'll take the easier route when it's offered," Iman answered, a smile decorating his face. Never moving to take his arm from her shoulders, he started to move in the direction of the steps and walkway. Obviously the idea was to move in the direction of the gates as they spoke.

"Really, huh. Sound like a Wiccan to me," Iman chuckled. They were approaching the large gate at the front of the mansion's grounds. "I've never heard of Tolkein. I assume you have some kind of hobby. You could probably ramble on about that for a good five minutes, huh?" Iman teased. "Some cheesy inspiring thing that gets you through the day, characterized by numerous life analogies by famous historical figures and authors?" This was a standard he held most people's hobbies to. His hand touched the cold metal of the gate. He applied the weight of his body as pressure, and it moved open. However, before he did anything further, something caught his eye. There was an eerie purple-green haze just beyond the gate he had opened.

PUlling out his sword, Death starts to clean his sword and make sure that it's still sharp. "Ok, so my weapons are still in mint condition. Let's go find some informatin on my target." he says as he heads to the library, seeing Keylala he walks up to her and strokes her hair. "Hey Keylala." he says as he walks up to the computer beside her, getting on it and looking up his target.

Smiling to himself, Iman stated, "I might actually be more interested if you did do the former options. I can't say I'm particularly fascinated by carpentry and knitting. What little I've done with glass was decently enjoyable, though. And gesundheit, Demi." Iman reached his free hand carefully out into the haze. He continued to move his hand out unfettered for perhaps five inches, but as soon as he hit that point, he gasped and withdrew. His eyes were dilated and he closed them, rubbing them gently until they returned to normal. He flexed his hand out in front of him. "It's... it's like needles all over your skin. Yikes." The hand that was over Demi's shoulders slipped down her arm about 6 inches. "That was unpleasant..." He looked up. Though the sun shined down beautifully, the haze seemed to form a dome around them. "Eerie. Reminds me of some of the concoctions I've brewed up by accident."

"Well, I suppose that I do have a few odd hobbies." Demi admitted sounding somewhat reluctant. Though that may have just been from his readjusting how his arm had beeen placed around her. "I'm a bit of an apothecary, or a medicine woman I guess. An herbologist might be a better word." She reached out her own hand to touch the strange haze, and a grimace of dislike flashed across her face. "That is unpleasant."