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Rose: Finding a Stranger an Enemy and Myuu

Rose was Healing the unconscious woman whom ANTIE-D had relayed to be part of the DD. Odd, she thought, that a human woman- an old human woman might be, but she didn't put it past Dragon. After all, she herself was part of the honorary Dragon Dynasty, was she not? Via being Dragon's God-daughter and all.

Myuu had stepped back when the young woman rushed to the aid of his fallen prey. While he wanted to ensure the old woman would die- and soon- she might still, despite this girl's attempts at healing. But what interested him most was the girl, for the moment. What reason had Flan had to bring them here, unless this girl was a powerful ally? He had sensed in her aura that she was not mere human- a strong sea-green color about her betrayed her fairy heritage. But there was something else, and it was hard for him to grasp. Still, he decided to give it a moment before acting.

Rose had nearly regrown and mended the tissues, organ, and flesh that had been a hole mere moments before, and was considering the stranger's actions. More specifically, his lack thereof. If he truly were there to help in any way, he would have done or said something more by now. If he had been an innocent bystander, as he claimed, he might have tried to excuse himself by now, had he no interest in helping further. But he stood there, kinda just watching. Like he was some kind of...predator. Rose could feel her forehead jewel change color as her anger welled up. He was trouble, and him sticking around made her think the threat to this old woman was not yet over. Flan's physical self was soon completely Healed.

Myuu watched while the fairy girl healed the old woman, and she was almost done when the oddest thing happened. The girl's aura shifted. The sea-foam green was suddenly... edged by black, like some kind of anti-glow. He took a step back, and he lowered his eyebrows.

Rose, sealing the wound, turned suddenly and stood, facing the strange man. Her appearance- clothing and even her wings- changed just as suddenly, as she was known to be able to do. To anyone looking at her, there would be no mistaking it- she was mad, and ready to start a fight.

Myuu smiled- a crooked, smirk-like thing, as the girl spun and tried to scare him off with her change of appearance. So, it looked like the fairy was part demon. Okay. Like I'm worried about that? he thought to himself.

"Well well. Looks like the little girl wants a fight." Myuu taunted. He stretched, as if bored. "That's so... cute." he said.

Angered and insulted, Rose reacted. She threw air-bolts at him, one after another. But Myuu had expected that. He brushed each one aside, dissipating it easily. Air was such an easy element to dispel. But he had her distracted, and he used his force attack to throw her against the wall of her house, 20 feet behind her, and up against her second story.

Sliding down, Rose had had the breath knocked out of her, and it took her a moment to regain her composure. But before she landed back on the ground, falling to one knee, she had already condensed air into a hammer- an irridescent, solid looking hammer, which she held in both hands. She threw it at Myuu the moment she hit the ground- down on one knee.

Myuu sidestepped the quasi-visible hammer, and walked toward the little girl. He force punched her a few times- still from about 15 feet away- with about 50 lbs of force. He threw a punch in her face three times, which made her rear back, then in her kidneys twice, making her crumple back down. She was still on one knee, but she was now also bracing herself against the ground with one arm. She looked tired already- how dissappointing he thought.

Myuu felt something coming at him from behind, and turned and caught it. The hammer she had thrown at him apparently had the ability to return to its owner. Clever thing- it almost got him that time. He threw the ridiculous thing to the ground and dispersed the air that formed it.

Looking up, he saw that the girl, now with a black eye and a bloody lip, was getting back up to her feet. He walked up to her, no longer fearing the minute amount of demon blood she seemed to have at her disposal, and he picked her up off the ground by her neck.

Rose stared at the man, holding her up by the neck. She was a little unfocused, and she grasped at her throat- she couldn't breathe, and her feet were off the ground.

"Silly, silly fairy thing. You shouldn't play fight, you know. Some of us take it quite seriously. I am Myuu, a demon God. Now, while this was lots of fun, I am going to have to kill you now. You almost healed my latest victim enough to allow her to live past today, and I can't have that. Plus, since she knew you enough to bring us here, you could be a friend of Dragon's. That alone gives me reason to destroy you. Sorry- I hate destroying demon life, even as pathetic as this." he said, gesturing with his free hand, but not loosing his grip a bit.

Rose's eyes widened into a stare as she grasped what this thing had done, who he was, and what he intended.

((to be continued... dun dun dunnnn!))
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Taran and the Blood Bath ((which is not what it sounds like, sorry))

Taran would have smacked his forehead had he not been carrying n**. Why he hadn't noticed the resemblance before was beyond him- but this woman was directly related to Dragon. Probably her mother, considering the breadth of the resemblance. And she knew him. Knew all about him, and everything. This had to do with Dragon, somehow.

As he followed Lizbeth off the ship, he realized why. There was Rhonabwy, and a woman with him, and Lizbeth seemed thrown off completely by their presences. At least by the woman's. Telling himself it was no longer his business, he waited quietly and patiently aside- hoping more to be forgotten than anything else. But Rhonabwy addressed him directly. Thankfully, it was simply to help direct him to a blood bath for n**.

So he followed Rhonabwy inside, and was able to interface with Nerissa.

"Where can I get a Blood Bath for n**, here? She needs... recuperation." he asked, trying to be noticed as little as possible.