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Elliot sighs. He tries to climb the stairs, but soon gives into pain and let himself ride the platform to the top. He hops off and sits, watching the people mill about in the circle below him. He knows no one will come looking for him; the aeromasters no longer came here, and who would care enough anyway? He sighs, closing his eyes and letting his aura glow blue for a moment before focusing and healing himself. A minute later his bruises are gone and he wipes a remnant of blood from his face. Now exhausted, he sits still resting, watching the people outside. Absently, he lifts a clockwieght from the floor and levitates it around himself. This was why people were so confused as to why he was an apprentice to a chronomaster and not a telomaster; he was more that than anything else. But he didn't really care, he was just an indentured servant for at least another year, and he only knew one telomaster at the moment. One who Elliot concluded had no interest in him whatsoever.

He shrugged the thought off, wondering if Shane had found Alamander yet.

Elliot tips his head, hearing the light tread on the stairs. He stands tiredly, still a little sore, and heads to the bannister where he leans looking down at the other. "Hello...I saw you reading on the fountain..." That was random...but he wasn't really thinking clearly yet. "What are you doing here?" He smiles. "I'm Elliot, by the way..."

He laughs. "Don't people smile at you often? You are quite pretty..." he steps back fom the bannister, sighing. "I smile at everyone. It's just the way I am...did it bother you?" He asks quietly. He hopes he hadn't offended her as well.

"It didn't bother me..." She said as he left. Pretty was not how most people described her. Cold and aloof were more normal adjectives that were applied to her. She ran a hand through her hair, finding a section of blue-dyed hair and pulling it in front of her eyes so that she could see it. Aside from the blue streaks, her hair was white like snow, as was her skin except for the pinkish tint that her blood gave it. Her eyes were also red for the same reason...yes, pretty was not the usual term, though she supposed she was somewhat pretty.

She ran back down the stairs as fast as fast as she could. This was getting very intruiging now.

((Following him.))

((Why? Because there's nothing going on, and that's boring!))

Faust appears in a swirl of smoke on top of the tower. He stretches and cracks his neck, smiling an evil smile. "Look at them, lolling about down there," he says to no one in particular. "I do believe it is time to shake things up a bit, ya? See just what these simpletons have to offer." He pulls a small vial from deep inside his robes, pouring the contents into his outstretched hand. He stops for a moment, hearing a noise from withing the tower. That damned channeler was moping around in there again. Oh, well, no matter. He takes a slow breath and brings his hand to his face. Exhaling, the dust floats through the air, coming to rest on the railing. The dust takes the shape of four creatures: one a dull glowing red, its firey eyes peering about from under a thick crown of horns and scales, flames roaring over its body. One was a tall woman-like figure, clad in flowing blue robes and with long pale hair that floats about in all directions. Her hands were folded into each other, and her eyes are closed. The next resembled a small tree, with lush vines crawling everywhere. The mass of limbs and leaves twitched slowly. The last rolled off the railing as soon as it landed, its watery waves seeping down the tower, gaining momentum. Faust smiles. "Go forth, my undead elementals. Bring the most havoc you can wreck." The creatures make their way to the town, creeping grotesquely down the clock face.

((To square...))

Faust lets the boy struggle for a little longer, watching the young pyromaster's house be destroyed. "Well, that cannot be good for him, can it?"

"Kiress!" Elliot, screams and tries to see what was happening, but he was stuck facing the other way. "What are you doing, you b*****d!?"


"What? You are a feisty one, aren't you?" He sighs, watching his waves be destroyed be a passing aeromaster and then narrows his eyes at Kazuya, who had broken his vines with barely any effort at all. "Alright. You are free to go now. I suppose we'll meet again?" He walks back to the clock face. "Oh, but before I go, I just want to tell you: watch out for Flint...he's back." With that, he snaps his fingers and disappears in a cloud of smoke, releasing the channeler in the process.

Elliot throws his hands forward, launching a mason brick at the clock face, shattering the thing into pieces. His sheild forms around him, almost like giant white wings, and he leaps out the hole he made, back into the city.

((To square))

He walked into the presenance of the towering clock. He went to its side and sat, in its shade. Humming a tune. He strenched and began to fall asleep. It was good to sleep not fearing being caught while going so.