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"You are excused. That is the place... lots of fun around there, I even got to meet Mr. Enki himself once." 3nodding The child was still rather impressed about that fact.
"I'm sorry, I know this might sound strange, but do you happen to know why all the light around you is actually dark?" sweatdrop It was hard to describe to someone, and the child was convinced that the man would likely not have a clue as to what she was talking about.

whee "oooh, no I see so someone with shadow blood in them allways will have the black light around them... That explains a few things." 3nodding The child taped a finger nail at her lips, quite pleased o have that explained to her for once. Most of the people she knew, or had met didn't understand the lights that she could sometimes see around people.

"Aura, that is the word you used... and it is the light around people, do all people have the light around them? I can't always see it..." sweatdrop Curiosity wone over for her once more, as she leaned in a bit more towards the strange man, wondering if she had by some chance found another person in this strange world who could teach her something that she needed to know.

"They shine a lot, I tend not to look when I am there. Sometimes it is hard to see what they are doing." sweatdrop The chiled chuckled softly and looked away. "The same goes with people casting spells, I can't see what they are doing if they glow really bright already."

xd "I would really appreciate that Sir, perhaps then I could learn to turn it on when I want it too?" sweatdrop The child was really that trusting? or was it that she honestly didn't think that the man could harm her, evil blood and all... but then again, perhaps she knew something he didn't...

3nodding "I'll stick around this area... I may put Greedy Guts someplace else though, I think he is afraid of you..." sweatdrop The child stood up again, dusting off her pants and smiling as she patted the sleeping pony and brushed her bangs away from her face again.

Tenma sat in the tall grass. To most anywhere far from him the only hint of him being there was the small tendril of smoke curling lazily into the air to be broken by the breezes higher up.

He sat with a small fire near him, small game on sticks spitted over the fire cooking, popping as the meat cooked.

Kicking back he stared at the small flickering flames. Not the ones in the pit, the small flickering flame about a centimeter above his open palm. Jumping around in the wind like a fickle child, not sure where it wanted to go next with it's new found freedom.

Compressing the heat into a small ball it went from red, to yellow, to blue and finally to a small white sphere about the size of his pinky nail.

Letting the small flame grow brighter and smaller he smiled as he let it expand again the heat becoming the fickle red flame again.

sliding his sandals off and putting his mask on the ground near him he pulled one of the rabbits off of the spit and bit into the steaming meat, juggling it between his hands trying to let it cool as the meat scalded his tongue.

Not the smartest thing to do. Pulling heat out of the meat so it was decent to eat he tore into it and finished his meal.

His bag on his back, resting against his shoulderblades. tightening the straps so he could move without the thing bouncing around on his back he pushed his mask against his face and tied it, tying back his hair after putting on the mask.

Sliding his sheath into place on his sash he began to move. Again, not sure where to, it was a simple fact that he could survive out here so why have a destination.

He could deal without people, it wasn't that hard at all, not with the idiocy that seemed the spread among them like a plague.

Petty fights, killings, lynchings, deaths, all because of stupid little things. Mob mentality wasn't the only blaming point anymore, people were growing stupid.

taking a handful of sand he held it flat out in his palm. Cupping it slightly so the wind wouldn't take the light granuals of sand he slowly heated the sand until it was a glowing cherry red blob in the center of his palm. slowly rolling it in his palm until it made a small oval.

Taking one of his throwing blades he used the tip to carve small designs into the molten glass. Pulling the heat out of the thing in layers as he sharpened the tip into a razor edge using his fingers the glass hardened, it had blue waves within the glass from the odd cooling process but he put it into a pocket on the inside of his sash grinning.