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Rain falls from the skies in a torrential downpour, covering the entirety of the Radiant Garden Town. The ordinarily loud town, bustling with activity, has taken a turn quite out of the ordinary, what with the weather being as it was, there would be little to no reason for things to run as they typically do. With the rain came a need to stay indoors, to spend time with one's family rather than try to brave the elements for whatever frivolous reason a person could think of.

The dozens brick and wood laden buildings and homes that lined the streets were a contrast to the constant noise emanating throughout the town. While the outer shells lay quiet, bare of any and all who would wish to use their outside furniture, inside the people gathered together to talk of times long since past, aspirations of the future, tales of various origin, and of those with children would play games that would hopefully keep them from running rampant throughout their houses. Not to say that always worked, but as long as such play didn't fill the water soaked roads then no harm no foul.

Shops that were normally swarmed with dozens of possible customers lay bare, their wares sitting out in the open for no eyes other than their own, aside from the rare soul that would try to move through this kind of hectic time. The merchants, growing bored with the waiting, do various little things in order to keep themselves entertained, lest they lose themselves to the day just dragging on for them. Some rest their heads on their display tables, others can be seen playing with poker cards, a few even play jaunty tunes on quiet instruments to pass the time. All of it rather meaningless when there are none to share it with but each other, and when there's no one to hear the music over the heavy rain.

Such a dark and dreary time of day this is, to be thinking of walking around in this kind of weather one would have to be crazy, or they would have to posses little care for such things. To the single, giant of a man now walking through the desolate streets, the atmosphere meant little to him. It's not as though he could truly perceive the change anyway. All the husk had to go on was the occasional sensation of the drops hitting the top of his black umbrella as he moved along the grey cobblestone path before him.

Content in his isolation, he moves about the town, taking in what sites his incredibly limited view allowed him to see. Like many objects before, all he can perceive is the outlines of items and persons who so happen to be brave enough to endure the storm directly. However, he notices that the longer he's exposed to this limited viewing, the greater clarity it allows him. In the beginning all he had to go on was the basic building shapes, and the silhouettes of whomever he came across. But now, some detail is beginning to fill in the blanks.

Glass doors that were once invisible, leading to him running into them should he wish to enter a building, now have some detail, larger windows could now have some portions of their outlines become visible, and the clothing an individual would wear can now be perceived. But, whatever the person wore would have to be incredibly bulky. Even then the intricate details were still a loss to him unless he brought his face uncomfortably close to what it was he wished to view. Definitely not the best thing to do when it comes to a living being. He couldn't complain though, having lost the ability to see such small things, it's a relief to have some clarity rather than nothing at all. To think, he took his eyes for granted so long ago.

He moves about with a purpose unknown, thoughts of the past occupying his mind...

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"What wonderful weather we're having, no?" a falsely cheery voice spoke to no one particular on an empty street. "Such a fine day. I should have worn my sunhat. Perhaps even my bloody galoshes! UGH! Why me? Why? What did I do?"

Sloshing through puddles, a young woman made her way through the downpour to no where in particular. Her previous destination had been the Gummi garages, but it seemed that they were closed on that one particular day. The one day she wanted them to be open. And they were closed. Just her luck, it seemed. Now she searched for another means of getting off this world, away from her oppressive, disinterested parents. She'd show them. She was going to be a great mage. The best the worlds had ever seen. But first she had to make a name for herself.

Rounding a corner, Rayne took shelter under the awning of a close shop. It didn't provide much cover, but it was something, at the least. She was soaked from cap to heels. And not once, but twice, a puddle had deceived her into thinking that it was far more shallow than what it really was. Both times, she had nearly fell on her face. If it weren't for the precious cargo she held near and dear to her chest, Rayne may have very well hi-fived the ground with her face. Thank whatever gods exist in this universe that no one was around to see either sad display of basic human motor skills. Under her robes, bound in a thin layer of mana to ward off the unbelievable amount of rain, lay her Lexicon, the accumulation of all her studies.

With a heavy sigh, the mage picked up her head and took a look around for her next point of cover. But what caught her eye wasn't a warm, sunny awning, but a lone body, walking trough the open with what seemed like absolutely no cares in the world. Rayne eyed the figure skeptically for a moment as they drew nearer, the downpour making the air hazy and thick to see through. A few steps more and the mage discerned that the figure was male, judging from his frame and posture. He was clad in black, with something wrapped around his head.

Rayne's pulse quickened for a moment. This man looked so unlike the people of this quotidian town. There was so many things that seemed out of the ordinary, and the list grew the longer she stared. The stranger had almost walked past her before Rayne could put to words what it was she was attempting to pin the man as.

"He's a world traveler!" The affirmative fist in her palm and the excitement of her formulated words had lead Rayne to not recognizing that she had spoken aloud, the man being within earshot. Even after the fact, it didn't quite register with the cogs in her mind spinning viciously.

If this man was a world traveler, that meant he had a means of traveling to other worlds. Obviously. If she could managed to convince him to take her with him, her mission would finally be able to get off it's feet. Turning an excited smile to face the man, Rayne reached out to grab his attention. Stepping into the heavy rain once again, she made to keep pace with him should he have kept walking after her minor exclaimation.

"Ahem...the mage cleared her throat, tightening the grasp she had on the Lexicon in her arms, safe under her robes. "M-Mister? Might I ask something of you? It's only a small request," Rayne spoke in a sweet tone, akin to the one she'd use to address the adults that visited her family's manner.

Looking up to meet what she thought would be his gaze, her striking purple orbs were met with a dark blue bandanna that covered his eyes and a face-full of scars. Dismissing the fact this guy could really use a good dermatologist, or surgeon for that matter, it was safe to assume that the man was either hiding something, or that he was blind. Why else would someone disable the use of their eyes? Certainly not for sport in this kind of weather. The mage immediately regretted her choice of last minute travel partners, but kept her hopes steadfast. And hopefully this guy wasn't as unkempt in personality as she feared him to be.

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Around sharp corners of buildings reaching high into the air, up winding paths seemingly leading to nowhere, and across long bridges set above roaring water that snakes its way throughout the town itself. Although there is a thick sheen of water  constantly pounding the concrete into submission, there lie a small hint of beauty, all one would have to do is take the time to stop and appreciate the hard labors of the stone masons, the construction crews. But, unfortunately for the husk, he couldn't grant them the well deserved praise they've labored to receive.

Even with him drawing his gloved hands along the handrails of the bridge, he could feel the smoothness the varnish left behind from the workers. A great deal of work went into shaping the soft, rounded portions that his fingers now snaked around. Yet another time that he wishes he could see the worlds for the splendor they could hold, can hold. But alas, all he can see is the same damnable white outline, and the same darkness that filled in those lines. At least with this he wouldn't have to worry about falling off this narrow walkway, and into the churning waters just a few feet below.

If there was anything Eno feared above all else, aside from the possibility of being sent back to Tartarus, would have to be water. The sight granted to him by his master Hades didn't allow him the ability to see it. Only through it being used by magic wielders could he hope to ever notice it's presence with the eyes he sorely lacks. To think, all it would take would be a simple slip, and his limited vision would be cruelly cast away. Even now he could frantically picture himself struggling to the surface of a pool of water left in those dark caverns of his home. An image all too familiar for him to simply dismiss, only made worse as it happened just a few days before his travel to this very world.

Knowing this, he crosses the bridge, his arm now clamped to the railing...

Eventually his travels would take him into another district, one that like the others before him, laid bare and empty of nearly all life. The occasional soul would drift across his vision, only to be hidden again by the cover the rain provides. In a way, it's a miracle he can see as it is. The natural flow of the liquid is essentially having the same effect for him now as it would should he fall into a lake, river, or darkness forbid rapids. But, due to the rain falling from the sky lacking the same density as the tightly packed water in an area, he's been granted the ability to move about normally, but at an albeit slower pace than average.

But as he moves, it becomes apparent that his light steps have taken on a slightly heavier tone. He heard a voice over the storm, but it was nothing more than garbled words to the man moving along. Eno paid no mind to it and continued, dead set on memorizing all he can about the lines. But, the unceasing steps forced his attention. Still moving, he concentrates on the immediate area around him. For a few moments, he is able to see himself, his own shell from just a few feet above as it walks. His very presence scans the area, just to see who exactly was following so close behind.

A single solitary person, who's inner light moves about wildly within their borders. Such a hard thing to place though, not only did the mass writhe about in an exited pattern, but the color couldn't keep itself to one single hue. Red, blue, yellow, orange, continuously it sifts through the elements that lie just under the surface. Impressive to say the least, and such a young thing too, or a short one. Either way, a surprise.

The typical person who'd practice magic could only hold on to a single element, those who could move past that barrier keeping their potential in check would be powerful enough to harness two elements. Only those willing to go further beyond that would then wield three. Eno is at that point, but only because of his master granting him that power. He did not have to toil, to spend countless hours building up his body and mind in order to wield three elements as though it were nothing. Despite that, anything that went further than three were considered to be in a league of their own. Yet here is this little human just walking cautiously behind him, capable of wielding several. But how? How could that be possible?

It's then his scan of her picks up the contents what appears to be her pack, or something keeping these items suspended in the air. Several little stones whose colors matched the ebb and flow of her soul resonate with the latent magic within. And there in brings up a possibility. This human might not have mastered all these elements at all, and instead may be using those stones as a focal point for her magic. While that in itself is an extraordinary skill, it forces her into the roll of a Jack of all Trades. This mage may know countless spells, along with being able to compile his or her own, but he or she will never have mastery of any of those elements within unless she's willing to forego all that variety. A difficult choice to be sure.

As his eyes move over the glowing aura surrounding a second object, it's then it... she speaks.

A request? What could she possibly want with a husk? Whatever it was, it caused the flames inside to dance with excitement, or could that possibly be nervousness? Either way, judging by the spirit laid bare for him to see, this creature held no murderous intent, nor means of harm. But, it never hurt to be cautious. Knowing this, he brings that fragment of his consciousness back into his body, then turns around to face the little girl. Prioritizing manners above all, he steadily moves in close, squats down to her level, and moves the umbrella so it's covering her rather than him. His head remains protected from the hard rain above, but the main portion of his back is exposed. The spirit cared little for this, after all it's just a temporary body. It's not as though he's capable of getting sick from the rain. That in itself reminds him that he needs to breathe, to at least come off as something alive rather than a cold corpse moving throughout the world. He didn't need to scare this girl.

Also, unlike Eno, she was perfectly capable of getting sick. Running out and about in this cold weather was not something Eno would recommend, whether you were a corpse or among the living. He could smell the rain soaked clothes she wore, probably clinging to her body like a wet sheet. Darkness knows she's probably freezing to death out here. Best to keep this brief.

“If there's something you wish to ask, I suggest we find a cafe, or at the very least someplace to warm up,” he smiles gently, “I don't believe you want to catch a cold do you? Walking out here without an umbrella isn't the wisest thing.”

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The step of her shoes came to a halt as the man's did, turning to face him entirely. It was at that point that Rayne was able to comprehend just how tall the stranger was as he bent to her level. Shielding her with the rain with his own umbrella, she was quite taken aback at just how polite he turned out to be. He made mention of finding somewhere to sit down and warm up, least she get sick. But at a closer glance, the man himself seemed rather pale and sickly himself. Perhaps the suggestion was to benefit the both of them?

At first, Rayne gave him a small, nervous nod, inwardly cringing as she realized that the stranger probably wasn't able to see the gesture. Regaining her composure, the grip on her Lexicon was reaffirmed.

"That sounds wonderful, mister. I could do well with a warm environment at the moment," Rayne said. She did her best to express her gratitude through her words as she assumed he wouldn't be able to see otherwise.

Pondering for a moment, the mage looked around to pin-point just were the nearest cafe might be. A hot cup of tea would do wonders. And a super sized towel, but that was pushing it. She smiled, remembering passing by the large sign of a cafe not too long ago. Though the cascade of rain made it hazy, the over-sized tea cup slowly twirling above the building had caught the mage's attention for just a moment as she trudged by.

"I would like to thank you in advance for taking the time to listen to my request. Even that much means quite a bit," she smiled, more a force of habit than anything, but no ill-intention made. "I know where a nearby cafe is if you'd like to follow me. I'll treat you to something once we get there, if you like."

Turning to walk in the direction she had come from previously, towards their destination, Rayne stepped out of the shelter that the umbrella provided, flinching as she did so. It caught her by surprise, but unnecessarily so. She should have seen it coming. Sighing silently to herself, the mage figured that a little more rain wasn't going to kill her. A few steps forward lead her to peaking over her shoulder to ensure the stranger was aware that she had moved.

If it so happened that that wasn't the case, Rayne would gently tap his hand and tell him in which direction they were going.

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Ah, so it is excitement after all, and here I thought it would be fear.

Listening, and understanding to the small girl's words, Eno nods standing straight. He cringes inwardly when the young mage steps right out from under the protection of his umbrella. Did she not realize that was the only thing keeping her safe from the rain? No matter, the husk would keep up with her in order to make sure she stays dry. She needs this more than he does, and hopefully the cafe she is leading him to would provide a towel at least.

Unfortunately, her offer to treat him is something that fell flat. It was a kind gesture to be sure, and if Eno was alive he'd definitely take her up on it. But, with him being in the condition he was in, it's almost a certainty the ex-hand wouldn't enjoy it as well as the average person. Hades himself offered the spirit a variety of both food and drink when his soul entered the shell. It offered no sustenance, his tongue barely picked up any taste. If he wanted to get the full flavor he would have to literally eat pounds of it in order to have the same effect. Thankfully, the sensation of swallowing nigh tasteless food wasn't enough to make him vomit.

The wine on the other hand, would've brought tears to his eyes if he had any. It was the equivalent of drinking water when you're already gorged on it. Milk, flavored drinks, soda, none of it had a single bit of taste. Hot tea and coffee had very little heat to it at all. The cup he took in his bare hands had a high enough temperature to it to burn Pain's hand, yet it did nothing to the husk's, and when he consumed it, the steam billowed forth from his mouth, but again there was very little warmth to it. A curse reserved for those in his special position. A hefty sacrifice for a second life.

Regardless of how Eno felt, he would accept the small person's offer. The ex-hand didn't want to risk exposing himself more than he already did. Both imps commented on how pale his skin is, and how dull and lifeless his scarred lips came off to be. If he didn't drink at the cafe, and if he so happens to forget to breathe again, it'll be a definite that she'll find out he's barely above the position of a walking corpse. He just has to remember to sip the hot drinks, gotta blend in.

So, not wishing to leave her waiting in the rain any longer, he makes his way over to her. When he's next to her again he bends down, placing the umbrella in an open hand.

“Thank you, I haven't had hot cocoa in a long time,” he smiles, not caring that the rain now freely falls upon his exposed body, “I'll stay close. I may not have eyes in my head,” Eno accentuates his point by pointing to the sockets hidden behind his blindfold, “but I can still see, kind of. If you're interested I can tell you a little bit about it, I'm sure it'd make for a fun topic.” Getting up yet again, he snaps his gloved fingers. “Oh, and before I forget, don't worry about me getting wet, I've been in worse. I'm not gonna get sick from this.”

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Taking the umbrella in her hand, Rayne looks up to the tall man as he spoke. Indeed, she would like to hear with story behind his lack of sight. The presence of the bandanna covering the upper portion of his face finally made sense to the mage. It wasn't to debilitate himself, but to hide from the world what was no longer there. It was a thoughtful move on his part, Rayne thought. He could have very well have left the injury exposed for all the world to see, but he didn't. However, when the man spoke of still being able to see to some degree, it piqued her curiosity even further.

"I'll have to take you up on that offer," the mage spoke with an eager excitement. "Come, this way. It's just one road over."

With umbrella in hand, Rayne attempted to hold it over herself and the man, walking just close enough to achieve this. Despite his saying that she needn't worry about him in the rain, she felt it rude to do so. Being within such close quarters to another being was a little out of her comfort zone, but she was willing to deal with it for the time being. It would be worth it in the end.

In a matter of minutes, the pair found themselves outside a quaint little cafe. The over-sized cup was twirling above the shop, just as she remembered it. The large glass windows displayed the inside for all the world to see. If the weather had been nicer, Rayne was sure that it'd be far busier that what it was. Besides the shop keeper, there was only one other customer present. Surely the rotund, balding man was a regular, bound to a routine that must be maintained.

From under the spacious awning, Rayne tipped the umbrella downward and gave it a good shake before collapsing it. For the moment, she would continue to hold onto it until they were seated. Grasping the cool metal of the door handle in her hand, Rayne gave it a firm pull until it was open wide enough for both herself and the stranger. For a moment, she was worried that he might knock his head against the top of the door frame, but at a second glance, she was sure he'd be fine. Placing the umbrella upon the nearest table for two, Rayne raised her arms to see just how soaked she was. It was as though she had showered with her clothes on, leaking more than the small fountain in her family's courtyard. It was a rather embarrassing display and the mage couldn't help but feel the heat return to her cheeks. Dropping her arms, she looked over her shoulder to see the stranger finding himself a seat.

"You said you'd like a hot cocoa, right? I'll be right back," Rayne spoke with a pleasant tone of voice, a smile to match. Taking the few paces to the counter, Rayne felt somewhat guilty for the trail of water she left in her wake. "E-Excuse me? Could I place an order?" Rayne spoke to the shopkeep who had seem half asleep at the counter. He jumped to life at the sound of her voice, however.

"Of course ya may! What can I get fer ya?" the middle-aged man was both boisterous and kind.

"One hot cocoa and..." her eyes scanned the options sprawled neatly over a chalkboard. ...and a mint tea. And would you perhaps have anything to dry myself and my companion off with?"

"Of course! I'll bring it right out."

Paying for it, Rayne smiled and gave the shopkeep a courtious nod before returning to the small, round table her counterpart was at. Sitting down, Rayne silently sighed to herself. Socializing was becoming more taxing than she expected.

"Ah! Where have my manners been? My name is Rayne," the mage opted to leave her surname out, as someone might recognize it. To be this close to achieving her goal and being carted off back home would indeed be a tragedy. She tried to refrain from imagining what her parents would do should she returned home. It was a frightening thought...


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While it meant little in light of how things are for the corpse, it is still a relief for him to be free of the rain pouring from outside. The dull thunk of the rain assaulting the rooftops makes his already near silent footsteps completely quiet as he moves about the immediate area, trying to find a place to sit. Just like with everything else, the interior comes as a set of lines filled with the same inky blackness as everything else he lays his “eyes” on. Small round tables surrounded by four chairs each lie in between the booths facing what seem to be windows to the outside, and the large counter stretching from one end of the small establishment to the other. This place, were it not so desolate, could probably hold a good three to four dozen people. The poor man behind the counter probably isn't used to something like this, but then again the ex-hand is sure that he's relieved to have a break from the typical busy norm.

Unlike his companion, who took note of her leaving a trail of water, Eno himself didn't seem to hold the same care she did. Instead moving around the room to get a good look at what he's able to see. It's not as though he's hurting anything, and aside from the one soul sitting near the counter there isn't much else to the customer base today. Perhaps its for the better, a single giant of a man wearing a blindfold walking about with a small girl would probably raise suspicion. The more paranoid members of this town would probably even call the guards, thinking Eno took the little mage hostage. What a laughable, yet dangerous situation that could have been. Thinking on it now the husk is grateful to the lack of traffic.

The contrast of the cold air outside, to the warm, welcoming temperatures of the cafe brought a smile to his lips. Well, at least that's what he wants his companion to believe. For him to appear happy at being out of that wet weather and to be marveling at the heat he couldn't feel. While the knowledge of his far-sight might leave her in awe, the knowledge of him being a being made of earth and darkness might not have the same reaction. Regardless of what she would be told, Eno has to find a place comfortable enough to sit, after all this might take a while, and the lack of cushion in the typical seats might not be all that great for extended periods of time.

Picking a place at a booth, the undead spirit turns his attention to the little mage.

“Yes, and thank you.” With that, he turns his attention to the pitter patter of the rain hitting the glass. Unsure as to what it is he's really trying to look at. Perhaps it was just something to take his attention while he spaces out, or he could possibly be trying to find something out there in that bleak darkness? Either way, the sound of the rain is enough to lull him into the world of fantasy, or would the past be a better term for what now plays in front of his vision?

He jumps a little, the voice of his companion bringing him back from his idle daydreaming.

“Oh, sorry,” he didn't want come off as rude. Taking off his wet gloves he holds a pale hand out to her.

“Nice to meet you, Rayne. My name is Eno, Eno Vale. And yes, it sounds the same as “Veil” not “Valet” like how some creatures back on my world believed. You wouldn't believe how many people thought my last name was fancier than it truly is.” He finishes with a chuckle, waiting on her to shake his hand. He hopes the numerous scars lining the palms, the back of his hands, and fingers weren't too off-putting for her to think of touching.

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There wasn't much she could do to dry her hand so Rayne stretched her arm across the table to take the hand extended to her with a warm smile. Just as what was visible of his face, the entirety of his hand was laced with deep scars. Just what did this man do on his travels? Dive head-first into the pits of some ungodly painful place or something? Regardless, the mage did well to return the courtesy the m- that Eno was showing her. She couldn't help but chuckle at his little explanation, a hand placed delicately at her lips. Humanity does have a tendency to make things more complicated than they need be.

"A pleasure, Mr. Eno," Rayne said, retracting her hand to place it once again upon the Lexicon in her lap. For comfort reasons, the mage maintained the thin layer of mana that coated the book.

Just as she was about to speak again, Rayne seen the shop-keep walking towards them with a small try in his hand. There were various goodies on it, as well as two decent sized hand towels in his other hand. She found it astounding the man could be so upbeat, a beaming smile upon his face, with all this depressing rain chasing away his customers. Stopping before the table, he set down the towels and unloaded the contents of the tray, afterwards placing his knuckles against his waistline.

"I'm sorry they aren't much bigger, but I suppose somethin' is better than nothing, aye?" he gave a hearty laugh. "If ya be needin' anythin' else, jus' gimme a holler."

The shop-keep went to return to the counter, leaving Rayne speechless. His personality was definitely befitting that of an excellent business owner, but it was just so...damn bright. It was somewhat off-putting.

With a small "ahem" into a closed fist, the mage turned her attention back to her companion, taking one of the towels and dabbing it here and there to help take some away from the more drenched places. When she was satisfied to some degree, she placed it in the booth beside her and took her cup of tea up her cold hands. The heat it gave off was a comfort of sorts. "I'd like to hear your story first, if you don't mind. You seem a man of many adventures, so it interests me," Rayne spoke, blowing on the surface of the hot tea between sentences. "Unless you'd rather me make my request first?" With her head tipped down to attend to her tea, Rayne looked at Eno, awaiting his response.

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The soft, tiny hand of an obviously young girl. That much Eno is able to realize through the limited interactions alone. Someone that probably shouldn't be out here, and instead be inside with their parents enjoying a nice hot cup of hot chocolate. Yet this mage, this teenager named Rayne managed to not only leave her home to brave this storm, but she's carrying around some high priority items as well. The husk already picked up on the multi-colored rocks in her possession, but he finds his attention drawn to the tome she's got with her as well, wrapped in the secure embrace of a barrier.

The light blue aura sharply contrasts the wildfire burning under her outline. Where it remains steady, only covering enough to get the job done of keeping it protected, her very being wells with excitement at the prospect of what this spirit could provide. At least that's what Eno is assuming. After all Rayne was the one who approached him, and it's rather obvious that he isn't from Radiant Garden. If there's anything a teenager like this magic user might want, especially one  who is probably in a rebellious phase, is a means of escape. That in turn leads into many questions.

What would prompt her to leave her home? Did Rayne and her parents have a disagreement? Could it be possible that she didn't even have a home to go back to? No, that can't be it, she has paid for their drinks. That munny had to come from somewhere, and where else could it be than from her parents or relatives? Is Rayne going to request something drastic an out of the question? Did she steal those items from her mother or father? Eno may be a walking corpse, one that slayed many people indiscriminately in his life as the hand of a Tyrant, but that isn't him anymore. He's changed, somewhat, or he hopes to.

The possibilities running through his mind would cause him to sweat if he had the ability to. His racing mind didn't even process anything the man said to the two. Instead, the husk absentmindedly grabs the towel and begins to dry off what he can, muttering a low thank you as he starts to walk away.

When Rayne speaks he find his complete attention brought to focus on what's right in front of him. Her sudden, simple, polite gesture is enough to bring a smile to his face, and the piping hot cup of coca to his lips. Even without eyes he can see the tiny, yet basic shape of the cup holding the sweet nectar his taste buds crave. It's such a pity he cannot enjoy it. Sure, his tongue might pick up a slight hint to the amazing, tantalizing drink that would calm the nerves on a cold winter's day, but it would never be the same. He would have to literally bring this back to the Underworld with him and drink in his spirit state in order to get the taste.

This will have to do. Not really taking into account just how much fills the contents of this cup, he tilts it back, drinking nearly two thirds of the contents in a single draft. With a satisfied sigh he tries to put on the air of contentment, except steam billows out of his maw with his breath. Unfortunately this is something he can barely feel let alone see. To play it off he instead tries to keep the conversation on what it is Rayne wishes to know.

“Well, Rayne. I'd like to tell you a little bit about myself,” Eno says, gently placing the cup down on the table. “Since you'd like to hear my story and all, I'm more than willing to tell you. Perhaps after hearing some of it, you might rethink your request. If it is what I think it is, it'd probably be for the best if I convince you otherwise. After all, you know nothing about me.” His frown deepens as he looks upon her.

“Also, I doubt your parents would appreciate you running off this world with some stranger, am I correct?” He sure to lower his voice to a near whisper, leaning in so the mage can hear, “especially when you've got some of their stuff right? I mean, those stones and the magic you've got over that book," he points to the Lexicon before continuing, “both must be something precious to you.” As he speaks, he remains leaning in, but instead of coming closer he instead relaxes his posture, opting to prop his fist under his chin to keep his head propped up. “or it might not belong to them at all, it might be your property for all I know. It's not uncommon for young people to have an affinity for magic."

"Either way, is there something you'd like to know?”

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Rayne stopped mid-sip, watching the man from across the table down a majority of the steaming beverage in one go. Did his mouth not have any nerves at all? Seeing the heat billow from his lips, Rayne took a quick glance down at her piping hot cup of tea and back to Eno. Was she that weak, or was he that strange? The string of possibilities that were lining up within her mind fumbled and fell apart as she heard Eno speak.

His words were that of forewarning. Yes, of course the mage understood that it was going to be dangerous. Every world is different (or so she read in a book once, before her parents took them all away), and as such, not all of them would have the protection that Radiant Garden receives. This was an obvious point to her, and while it did frighten her, it wasn't going to stall her. She needed to remain steadfast least she wavered. As for the man, himself? She had heard the phrase, "Don't talk to strangers," many, many times as a child, and even in her adolescent years. It grew quite annoying after so many times. Rayne was confident in her ability, however, to make the right choices and discern friend from foe. After all, if one never spoke to strangers, the concept of "friendship" would never exist. Eno seemed friendly enough, both polite and intuitive. She had no reason to suspect him of anything unpleasant just yet.

Placing the tea cup that was firm in her grip down on the table, Rayne watched him as he leaned in and continued to speak. At the mere mention of her parents, her body tensed and she did nothing to try and hide it. Though she did do well to bite her tongue when he suggested that her possessions belong to someone other than herself. As Eno made himself more comfortable, propping his head upon his hand, the mage turned her head to the side and sighed. It was no use arguing with someone, especially an intuitive blind man, when they were only making assumptions.

"I would like to assure you that everything in my possession is rightfully mine. And of course my parents wouldn't appreciate it. But I'm nineteen and hardly a child anymore. It's one thing they can't seem to understand," Rayne's pensive gaze was focused somewhere in her tea."I don't want to be the coddled puppy that lets her parents take care of her forever. And if my life is going to mean anything, I believe that this the only thing I can do."

The mage looked back at Eno with an unwavering expression. "I know I've still much to learn, but I need to start somewhere."

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“Hmph,” the husk allows a smile to grace him yet again. If there was something he mistook her for, it would be her age. Being blind left him under the assumption that the girl before him was much younger. The ex-hand believed her to be around fifteen or so, much too little and ignorant to the world to even think about going off on their own. Rayne, the not so little mage, is an adult, at least in the terms that these worlds seem to run by. Yet another major difference between his world and the rest in this little coalition of planets.

In spite of that, the blind man begins to wonder why it is her parents aren't allowing her the freedom she needs. Rayne does have a point, she can't be kept in her home forever. She has to be allowed to stretch her wings and take to the skies so to speak. Could they really be that fearful of losing their daughter? To such a point where this mage felt the need to run rather than talk things out? If that's the case, then that leaves Eno with just a few options to go by.

The responsible decision would be to bring her back home as soon as possible. Her parents are more than likely worried for her safety, that is if they've realized she's ran. For all the dark servant knew she might have left after a fight, leaving her with some time before her mother and father realize she's missing. That in turn might cause them to go running off into the rainy day after her. After all, the thought of Rayne getting sick or hurting herself did come to mind, albeit for different reasons. Just her being out here put her at risk, even she should be able to feel the darkness that covers this town in a very thin sheet. Also, it may not be very noticeable, but that doesn't mean it wouldn't take a risk to snuff out individuals should it get the chance. Heartless on this world, like many others, are still a threat to the general public.

If Eno tries however, it's more than likely Rayne would run from him the first chance she got. It'd look suspicious for a man like him to be chasing after a small woman on a day like this. He would be going against his master at that point when it came to keeping out of the spotlight. Once he got away, Hades would definitely punish him for his lack of subtlety. The mere possibility of being put back in Tartarus sent shivers down the man's spine. There is no way he'd defy the Lord of the Underworld, not while his soul was bound to that God.

Sadly, it seems as though it'd be easier to go with the mage rather than go against her. Or Eno could always abandon her somewhere in town if he has any second thoughts.

Though, the knowledge that those items actually being hers, does make him feel some happiness. Perhaps he wouldn't leave her here after all, a jack of all trades in the field of magic might just be what he needs. Having someone support him from afar while he gets into the gritty nature of combat would help balance things out. But, he'll have to ask her just how much she knows. It's a bit difficult for him to discern whether she's just being modest about what she's learned, or if she truly doesn't know that much. Either way, he can teach her a thing or two despite not being very affluent in magic himself.

There is more to a fight then using magic to keep someone at bay. Especially when there are individuals like Eno out in the world. With his speed being what it is, and his attentiveness being on such a high level, spell casters will have to react quickly. The husk can actually watch the magics gathering to its focal point before the spell has gathered enough power for it to be cast. He can see it flowing as a part of the fiery nature to one's soul. Having someone move towards them at a speed past the normal human peak can be more than enough to throw mages off on more than one occasion, leading to their abilities either missing entirely, or never being cast.

If anything, he can give her lessons revolving around dexterity.

“That's rather interesting to hear, Rayne. I just hope what you do know will help you along. It's a given you'll never stop learning, hell, even I haven't stopped learning, and the sooner you start taking in new knowledge the better. As long as my associate doesn't need me for anything, I'll be more than willing to help you gain wisdom, and view the sites you wish to see.” He takes a few moments to let that sink in for the young mage.

“And what you say is true. You life will have no meaning if you never leave your parents. They are supposed to support you in your ventures and offer aid should you really need it.” He pauses to take another drink from his cup, again allowing the steam to billow forth. Puffs of it leaves him as he speaks. “Fearful parents, afraid to let anything bad happen to their children, makes for an unhealthy kid. If a child isn't allowed to make decisions for themselves as they grow, whether they fail or succeed, and learn from it, how can they be expected to be an adult when they reach that age?”

“Before you even think about leaving with me, we have to travel beyond the protection of the city walls. I'm sure you know what I'm referring to. I need to see your abilities for myself. I need to see that you won't be a hindrance. I'm sure you've practiced, but have you ever tested your magic on a heartless, or a swarm of them? What about a Darkside, the solid black ones that can grow as large as a building?" He reclines in his booth seat, letting his arm rest on the top of it. His other hand takes a place on his thigh. With his legs now covering more room he's sure to keep them away from Rayne so as not to accidentally kick her.

"That doesn't even cover half of what is out there. I can protect you from quite a bit, but I'm afraid I won't be able to stop everything that comes our way. I have to be able to rely on you should anything happen on our travels. You understand I hope.”

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Rayne had read of the many evils in the worlds, though the information in some of those books were rather vague and didn't explain much. She'd never seen any of them in person granted she had spend a great number of years within the walls of her family's home.

Heartless, born from the darkness in people's hearts, were the ones Eno spoke of. The mage had only seen them in pictures and was aware that there were many different types, both large and small, quick and slow. Each heartless was capable of different things, but all could steal your heart. Her parents used to scare her as a child, using stories of the heartless to persuade her to stay indoors where it was safe. But those stories lost their affect some years ago as she grew older.

Rayne was also aware of the entities known as nobodies. These creatures were the result of when one's heart was stolen. If her information was correct, then people with strong wills, those who wish to keep living, they become nobodies. Empty husks of their former selves with no heart, and as such, no emotions of feelings. There are even records of some nobodies being humanoid, retaining their physical features from when they had hearts.

The mage was also aware that there were several other types of creatures out there: unversed, dream eaters, and the such. But her parents' library lacked any book that provided much about them beyond a name. Yet another thing she wished to learn about.

At Eno's request to see her abilities in action, the girl had a moment of self-doubt. Sure, she had practiced a little when the watchful eye of her parents weren't lingering over her, but she had yet put her skills to any practical use. Anything flashy that might attract attention was a definite no-no.

Sighing, Rayne took another small sip of her tea. "I can't quite say with confidence that I know just how well I can utilize my abilities. I've studied and studied, used what I learned to create weapons for my own use, practiced what little I could. But not once have I tested my abilities in hands-on battle," Rayne spoke in irritation, more-so at herself than anything. She had leaned to the side, resting her elbow on the table and placed her cheek upon her knuckles. The fingertips of her other hand were gently tapping the table. "I would like to try hand at it under your supervision, if you don't mind. If I don't meet your expectations, then I will return home with some idea of what it is that I still need to learn, what I need to work on. But if I should succeed, then may I come with you? If this associate and yourself would allow it, I'd help the best I can." The mage had turned her posture from irritated to earnest, leaning forward along to table.

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Eno could see the annoyance at the thought of not knowing how well she could handle herself in a fight. The flickering flames that made up her soul shows at least that much. Oh how they danced within her, lacking the same roaring confidence the husk could view for the first half of their meeting. It'd be fair to say he could feel it as well, she's not trying to hide this fact, in fact if they weren't in a public place the ex-hand is certain she'd project it at a much higher level. Thankfully, shes able to keep her voice somewhat level as she speaks, and in a way the undead spirit can sympathize with her.

Feeling powerless, not able to do anything to help yourself or others. It's something Eno is all too familiar with. Even when he did have the power to change things he still had that crippling self doubt that kept his own hand from forcing that change. At least he gained the confidence he needed to take on the Obsidian Tyrant, though that itself cost him his life, a little too late to learn that lesson.

And the thought of bringing Rayne in to what it is he's drowning in doesn't sit too well with him. While his loyalty to Hades derives from being saved from Tartarus, hers wouldn't be the same. If the husk knows his master as well as he does, he may end up pulling Rayne into a deal that benefits only Hades, not her. Though, that in itself is stemming from paranoia. He doesn't fully understand the Lord of the Dead, after all they didn't get to speak for very long, only a week's worth of conversation was shared between the two. While it was enough for some of his personality to surface, a large portion of the Death God remains a mystery...

“That's unfortunate, Rayne. If you lack battle experience you will have no idea what to do when the time comes for you to fight,” he sits up straight as he speaks, “you may think you know, but having knowledge and applying it are two different things. I'm certain you're smart enough to realize that for yourself, I'm just clarifying.

Why he's agreeing to this next part is beyond him. She may be an adult, but she's still so young, so many opportunities still lay out for her, but to take her under his wing would spell certain demise to a great portion of those. The weighted grip of the invisible chains that lay themselves upon the husk attests to that.

“I'll do what I can to teach you the basics of combat. Do you happen to know of an enclosed arena is open nearby? A gym would work too. I'd suggest somewhere secluded, but with it raining like this it'd do more harm than good.”

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She hated to admit how right he was. She could run as many simulations, calculate as much as she wanted, but it would never ever be close to the real deal. Her first reason being that simulations, illusions cast by her own will, could never hurt her. And they could only do that which she was aware of, which wasn't a lot. Staring the possibility of death in the face was surely a whole new world, with new experiences and situations.

But as Rayne gazed at him from the gaps in her bangs, she felt a sort of hesitation in his part. She may have not been particularly fond of humans and interaction, but she was very capable of reading them. Was her inexperience enough to dissuade Eno of her taking her with him? Was it really that bad? The mage was about to commence her attempt at convincing him when he spoke again. She could have sworn her pulse fluttered a little at his words. He was going to teach her! But... where the hell was she going to find an enclosed area? Let alone an arena. This world housed no arenas worth a hoot, and any gyms were surely closed due to the inclement weather. That, and the mage hadn't the slightest idea where one would be. Another idea crossed her mind, but she cringed at the thought. Though current situations weren't giving her much of an option.

With a disgruntled sigh, she straightened her posture. "Within my parents' estate, there's a dojo that my mother used to train in. She doesn't use it much anymore, though, so we shouldn't be disturbed. We'll have to go in the secret way, least they find me and everything goes south."

Returning to that place was that last thing Rayne wanted to do at this time, especially since she only just left that morning. Though it was true that her mother rarely ever stepped foot in the dojo anymore, being more focused on her sappy, disgusting love mush then her occupation. Well...former occupation, anyways. Both her parents amassed so much munny in prior years that it was safe to say they already retired and were going to live comfortably for the rest of their years.

"I apologize beforehand if things get...messy..." Rayne did her best to warn Eno without making him too wary about what was to come. She was thankful that his lack of sight shielded him from being able to see her shifty eyes.

Crawling out of the booth's seat, the mage retrieved her Lexicon and looked at him. "Ready to go when you are."

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An estate with secret way into what may possibly be a well furnished dojo? Just how well off is Rayne's family? They must have made some major contributions in one way or another to have accumulated such wealth. Even if anything was in a state of disrepair, the amount of munny used to build such property must have been quite a large amount. But, despite the grandeur it may possess, Rayne must view it as a prison to have the gaul to be walking out here in such horrible conditions. For her to be so willing to go back there, she must view the possibility of leaving as a godsend. In spite of what going back entailed should they be caught, if what the little mage says is true, the duo have a low chance to run into her family during their session. Good, if they found the ex-hand fighting with their daughter they may in turn try to attack him.

Yes, he would fight her himself during their little session. It's the same method he used to train his troops during his time in life. Two stages of combat training. Eno would defend himself against any and all attacks they could muster to the best of his abilities, then he'd start up a mock fight between himself and the trainee. The best way to give someone combat experience is to let them know what it's like to have to fight for their lives. Sure, he was always sure to hold back, but the better the simulation, the better the result. But, he might not be able to use the exact same method with Rayne. With men it was a different story, he could insult their prowess,  point his sword to their throat, tell them that they were useless to the Tyrant, and then attempt to “kill” them. He can't do that to a girl in her late teens that'd probably scar her for life and ruin any semblance of trust she could have towards strangers.

Regardless, if this girl wants to be as free, she needs some form of training whether her parents would happen to approve of it or not. She can't stay under their guidance forever, she must be allowed to grow. What better way than to do that, and to be guided in the right direction, than by a blind man? He'd laugh were it not the sad truth of the matter. He only hopes his smile from the thought doesn't put her off from leading him back to her home.

“As long as you can sneak us in,” Eno scoots out of the booth, then gets to his feet before adding, “as far as things getting messy is concerned, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.” He motions towards the exit, “I'm ready go ahead and lead the way.”

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The idea of returning to the mansion was nerve-wracking and Rayne did everything in her power to hide as much. Her outward appearance was calm and collected, though it felt like her stomach was tying itself in knots. The mage was unaware of what Eno's limited sight could tell him, and that was probably for the better. The smile he gave wasn't off-putting or anything, but made her thing that he might be a tad bit cocky.

Watching as he got to his feet, Rayne looked out the window and prepared herself to stepping into the downpour once again. It wasn't a pleasant idea, but for the sake of her future, it's what had to be done. Bowing to the shop keep, the mage turned to the door and opened it. The umbrella in her hand was opened as she took her first step outside. Readjusting the Lexicon under her cloak, she turned to make sure that Eno was following behind her. When she was assured that he was both behind her and underneath the umbrella (to some degree), Rayne made her way to her parents' home.


It was a trek to the outskirts of town where there was even enough space for the large property. As they approached, the sight of a large mansion enclosed in a large stone fence, became more clear through the rain. The mage avoided the main entrance, though, and the large wrought iron gate. Instead, she opted for an easily missed deer trail that led to the other side of the wall. It was the same one she used to leave. The path was narrow and fallen trees and other greenery often took from its visibility. Rayne did what she could to help Eno without catering to him. Somewhere part way through the trail, there was a small creek that lead straight to a water drain, the only hole in the fortified wall. It was used to funnel out the water used in the main courtyard's fountain. Which was by far more ornate than necessary.

Stepping up to the drain, Rayne stood before the tall bars that blocked their way, cold water rushing their ankles. They were taller than her, so it wasn't a problem for her to stand in the drain, but for Eno, it may have been a few inches too short. Placing a hand on the tallest two bars, the mage began pulling, rocking, and pulling more. Each time she leaned back, there was a soft creek. Eight tugs later, she stopped, grabbed one of the bars with both hands and pulled up. It popped out with ease, and she pulled it out and placed it off to the side. Repeating the process with the other bar, there was now a wide enough space for the two of them to get through. After both were inside, Rayne replaced the bars and continued into the depths of the manor.

"Almost there. Just a little bit further," her breath was a little labored, being that physical activity wasn't her forte. And the words were more for herself than for her counterpart.

Skirting around the wall towards the area where the dojo would be. With no people, no obstructions, and an unlocked back door, there wasn't much to hinder their entrance.

Opening the sliding door and stepping inside, the dojo was reminiscent of an eastern style layout, with tatami mats and paper like walls. A sunny day would have lit the interior with ease, but on a dreary day like today there was hardly any light. A flip of a switch fixed that though, lighting several lanterns around the room. Rayne was on edge, but prepared for what may or may not happen. Whatever happened, though, she wanted to give it her all. She wanted to learn, wanted to see. She wanted to soar in freedom she never had. And if this was the only way, so be it.

Turning to Eno, the mage displayed a look of determination. "I'm ready."

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Rayne's words, along with her actions, may show her conviction, her desire to leave this place. But, in spite of that, her flames are flickering about in such a sporadic display. Knowing that she's going back to the place she escaped from must have terrified the poor girl. Does the thought of being home really put her into such a state of distress? A home is a place where you're supposed to feel comforted, safe from the harshness of the world around you. It shouldn't be something to instill fear. As he followed the tiny mage he couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for her. Just how far did Rayne's parents go when it came to “protecting” their daughter?

As they step back out into the torrent, Eno paid little mind to the world around him, instead he finds his focus on this magic user. Though, it's more out of concern than anything else. With her soul acting as it is, it's a wonder she isn't having a heart attack. Literally seeing the distress as it rages within helps damper the otherwise cheerful mood the undead spirit was in moments before. If things are as bad as they seem, Eno won't hesitate to bring her out regardless of today's training results. It doesn't matter to the ex-hand if she can't overcome a simple shadow he will steal her away in the rain. The training will continue until she's able to stand on her own two feet in a sense.

No one should have to feel scared to go to their own house. Eno may be willing to do almost anything his Master orders him to do, and while that may involve unspeakable actions, he at least has a heart...

Some time passes, and the two of them sloshing about in multiple puddles did little to make their journey easy. In fact, the ability to see was so poor for the husk that he almost slipped a few times along the smooth cobblestone making up the streets. Were it not for his guide leading him along this path he surely would have lost his way. It isn't until a sharp turn leading them out of town did Eno manage to really see anything out in the distance. And the first thing he's able to see nearly makes his jaw drop.

Even if he can't see the details, it doesn't take much to see the rather astounding structure in the distance. Such a huge manor, mansion, or whatever this thing is, and a large gate to help keep any and all away. If this is truly where Rayne resides, then there's a bit of truth to her words. This place truly seems cut off from the rest of the town, as though it's tenants wanted nothing more than to live in their own little world of luxury. The thought causes him to grimace, painting Eno a rather detailed picture of two high class citizens hell bent on keeping their pure and perfect daughter away from the filthy clutches of the peasant folk. The ex-hand hopes that isn't the case, and that maybe, just maybe they're a paranoid couple that just so happened to earn enough money to protect themselves from anything and everything that could possibly come their way. Either way is a long shot.

It comes as no surprise that they weren't going through the main gate. To do so would have them easily spotted. Instead, Rayne takes him along a small dirt trail leading to the other side of the wall. It is a bit of a labor maneuvering through the brush. With Eno's large frame, he did well to have his face smacked by many wet leaves and sticks jutting out from the various downed trees, and were it not for the lightning and resounding thunder, their wet smacks as they trekked through the mud would have definitely gave them away.. If his vision was any worse it'd make avoiding the larger branches almost impossible, but following along the mage's pattern it wasn't too much of a pain to make it through this hidden road.

Soon the trail becomes a creek, which then in turn leads to a water drain. From the looks of things, this looks to be the only way in through the thick stone. From the sounds that could be ascertained this seems to be used to lead the water used on the property out to this little body of water. Thankfully, the first images that popped into his head were dispelled when no hint of sewage crept up his nostrils. It's a relief to find that neither will be having to wade through sewage to get to where they need to go.

While he couldn't get up to the bars himself, the small, nimble companion was more than able to make her way up. Though she appears to lack a bit in strength, it didn't stop her from pulling. With some effort, involving a lot of rocking, pulling, and her almost straddling the bars to remove them, the two are greeted with a low creek of metal. A few more tugs and now two bars were laying off to the side. Once the two were through Rayne placed them back in their little holes. It's as if no one passed through here to begin with.

This small journey may have done nothing to Eno, the same can't be said of his guide. It's obvious by the sound of her labored breathing and weary voice that she's not used to this sort of thing. The loud echo of the rain above couldn't do a thing to mask that from Eno's ears.  A warrior, even a thief wouldn't have tired from such small labors, but then again neither role was typically filled by a small, thin woman. It might prove to be a bit of a problem. If she isn't able to keep moving then attacks will most definitely connect much more frequently, and if Rayne has to take a break...

The undead servant shakes his head of these paranoid assumptions. He set out to do something and he'll see it through to the end. Lack of stamina can be fixed, power can be gained. It just takes patience and the knowledge that there will be plenty of failures to experience and in turn learn from. And boy, if this is what it takes to make her tired then the ex-hand pales at what might happen should she fight someone for too long.

Luckily, their search came to a rather abrupt end when the two make their way out of the cramped tunnel and to a nearby door. Once his trainee opens the sliding door, and lets him through, the two are finally greeted to a warm, yet bleak embrace of an empty room. Surely, if this is a training facility, there would be someone here? The rain never stopped Eno or the men under his command from running drills. To think a lot of those were performed outside and in the open, not in the secure cover of a dojo.

While he would love more than anything to look about the room, there isn't much he can see. The walls are forming a sort of grid-like pattern for his “eyes” to focus on, and judging by the walls they had have a thin like consistency akin to paper. How else would he be able to see the lines making up the foundation just beyond the first layer of wall? What sort of gimmicky work went in to the making of this building? There were smaller wonders to catch his attention, but nothing to hold it for very long. A curse to his lack of real sight.

Instead, he brings his attention back to the still clearly nervous Rayne. She held a confident posture, even her heavy breathing has subsided, but there's no way to mask the occasional shiver that travels along her body. It didn't help that her spirit had yet to calm it's spastic tendencies. It's obvious that the possibility of being caught is high, and should her parents find her trainer there'd definitely be a lot of problems there. There are many risks involved in this, and she's more than aware of those things.

However, she can't push herself now. The conglomeration of paranoia, nervousness, ecitement, might be a bit too much for someone so sheltered. The mage might need a little break before continuing. After all if she pushes herself too far she'll end up traveling with him sick. Neither would want that. Actually, this presents an opportunity to teach her a bit about her first, and main part of her lessons: paitence.

The husk waves off her words while shaking his head.

“No, you're not ready.” A finger and thumb along the zipper of his coat, and slowly it starts to open. “You're cold, you're shaking, and above all you're too damn nervous.” An audible thump and soft squish can be heard as his jacket hits the dojo floor. It's obvious that its soaked all the way through. Once he removes his gloves and adds them to his clothes pile, he runs his hands along his sleeveless arms. It's as he thought, the rain left a bit of a wet sheen alone his pale, cut up skin. If that's the state he's in, he's sure his rich companion isn't too far from his state. Rayne was covered with an umbrella, but there's no way a trip through the drain and around the creek was traversed without at least getting a little wet.

“Take off your shoes and socks. After that, find yourself a blanket or some other way to warm yourself up,” there are other needs that have to be discussed, ones that the undead spirit doesn't have to worry about, but she does. “Also, we didn't eat at the cafe. When was the last time you had any food? In fact, I'm sure you're thirsty from our walk. It's always a good idea to have yourself in tip top condition for training. You do not want to do this while you're not at your best.”

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It irritated her just how easily the man before her could see right through her. Though it was intriguing all the same. The mage felt like she was being chastised for attempting to keep strong, all while he was stripping. That thought alone had her turning her head to the side. It was a foolish notion, but one that she couldn't resist. A heavy squish brought her back to her senses, however, and she seen the coat fall to the floor.

And then he tells her to take things off and gives her orders. She almost forgot for a moment that she had asked for his help, and so bit her tongue. Doing as she was told, her shoes and socks found themselves neatly set beside the pile of clothes. Hesitantly, she stood up straight.

"Unless I go into the house, I cannot retrieve anything," she was staring at the wall in front of her as she spoke. Unlacing the ribbons of her cloak, she began removing the soaked fabric. "And I'd prefer avoiding doing so, if you don't mind." Adding it to the pile after folding it, she gripped her Lexicon to herself. Turning to face her trainer, Rayne looked up at him. "B-But I can heat the room up, should you find that acceptable enough."

Reaching into the pouch at her side, the mage pulled out a small red crystal that noticeably grew in size as she performed the action. Soon after, it was hovering above her palm and then in the air all by its lonesome. A pleased smile made its way to her face as she gazed at her homemade weapon. Holding her hand out to it, it resonated with her request, emanating a soft, warm light. That light pulsated, lengthening it's reach with each wave. And with each wave, the room got warmer and warmer. It didn't do much for their wet clothes, but it made it so that the cold was no longer an issue. And eventually, the heat would dry the clothes anyways. Leaving the crystal where it was, hovering, spinning, pulsating, the mage turned to her Lexicon, opening it to a page and skimming over an article.

"I know I can..." she muttered incoherently at herself as a finger slid down the page. "But would it be nutritional, is the question. Prob'ly wouldn't taste .... made from magic .... study it later." Her muttering stopped as she closed the book and sighed. Straightening out, she looked calmed and focused.

"I ate shortly before leaving here earlier, and I can't say I'm all that thirsty, though I wouldn't be against some tea. And besides," Rayne turned her head so that she could view Eno at a side glance. Her high-class stature was made self evident in the way she carried herself. "Not everyone has the luxury of being 'at their best' when confronted with an adversary of any sort out on the field. I'd like to have it as close to reality as I could, for records' sake."

Yes, if it were to further her studies and better prepare her, the mage would most definitely not take the time to prepare. The world outside was a cruel place, she knew that. It wouldn't wait for someone to be ready before it pounced on them. And nor should she train as though it would.

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Rayne's urge to begin as soon as possible would cause the husk to smirk. What a little firecracker, ready and willing to dive in feet first without fully realizing the consequences. It brought forth a sense of nostalgia, what with her view on training being shared by another the ex-hand brought under his wing. Many decades ago, during life, a young trainee, much like this little mage, wanted to become stronger. The two shared that same fiery passion to evolve and become something far greater, and just like with him, Eno would give it his all to give this girl the practice she needs.

But, while the swordsman from so long ago had the grit from past events, he didn't share the same pampered lifestyle this girl did. A person living a life of comfort doesn't have the sheer ability to adapt like those raised on the streets. While it has yet to begin, the spirit doubts Rayne will be able to adjust as well as Fredrick did... and the name alone is enough to have the memories come flooding back...

A young man, barely out of his teens, holding a sword nearly half his height, swinging it with barely any strength to back up the blows. Eno, his mentor, easily side-stepping each and every obvious movement, not even breaking a sweat despite the heavy plate-mail. In the beginning, The Hand of the Tyrant didn't need to draw his sword against the boy, opting to simply push him back or grab hold of his wrists when the opportunity presented itself. It drove the young man insane with rage, opting him to only try harder, and practice longer, in hopes of matching Eno.

So many sleepless nights spent sprinting through the darkened forests of his home world, hunting for nocturnal prey. Sharpening senses, labors granting dexterity, speed, stamina. Forcing the would be soldier to go through extremes in hopes of giving Fredrick's body the ability to endure the hardship of combat. So many years put into it, and in the end Eno was forced to cut him down. Fredrick, after having climbed the ranks, gave it his all to fight the mentor that betrayed him, only to find that he still lacked the conviction to be a great warrior.

The deadman can still vividly picture the cold, hard steel of his sword sliding through Fredrick's mail like a knife through hot butter, offering the body little protection, the blood spewing from the deadly gash left across the captain's chest, the look of sheer sorrow, along with confusion, etched in his features, and of course the final words muttered as his student would take in his final breaths...

Things will be different with Rayne though. They don't serve the same master, so that horrible event should never have to repeat itself. But, why is it he can't shake this feeling of dread that wells in his chest? Why is it when he looks at the outline before him he can't help but fill in the blanks with someone whose life ended so long ago? She even emulates his distaste for authority, her spirit showing her true emotion through its sporadic undulations. Each order seems to strike a nerve, and the urge to smile widely becomes harder to resist.

Yeah, there's no reason to feel nervous, though they may share similar qualities, they aren't one in the same. The way she seems to lose herself in her studies, the awe-filled passion she seems to hold for the magic she's managed to learn. No worries Eno, just work with what you remember.

“You're right, the world is cruel, and an unforgiving place. The problem is you have no experience, it's why I wanted you at your best,” he crosses his scarred arms as he explains, “I can't accurately gauge your power unless you are, nor can I develop a proper regiment around it. I asked for your benefit so that you can get the most out of your training.” He begins to pace, going further into his small rant.

“It'd be foolish to ask a man to lift heavy objects if he's starving, his body won't have the energy to perform. If a man is sleep deprived, he can't be asked to run an obstacle course in record time. You see where I'm getting at here, Rayne?” Not waiting for her to answer he continues, “rhetorical question, you and I both know the answer to that, you're smart enough to realize.” Sighing, Eno stops, turning his attention back to her. “and you,” he points, “wanting to be trained as though it were live combat? I'm not going to have you go through that yet because you're not ready.”

It doesn't take a man with eyes to see that he definitely struck a nerve within her. In spite of that he can't let her get ahead of herself. Rayne is still a child, never having been allowed to venture far from her suffocating family. It's not her fault, but wanting to do so much so fast is something an unknowing child would do. Eno would leave her pride intact though, and refuse to call her a child and make it clear as to why she is. If the ex-hand insults her, someone who's lived a comfortable life, it's a definite that she'll turn her nose up at him and insist he's wrong. That won't get them anywhere. So, in order to help soften the already harsh blow, he helps at least build up a sort of cushion.

“Even the soldiers I trained were given wooden sticks to strike at test dummies, and archers were given stationary targets. You have to start off at square one, the lowest common point. That's what training is all about. Finding out what you can do as you are now, then progressing as time goes on.” The husk smiles, letting his arms drop to his sides, “be patient, Rayne. I know it sounds like I'm chastising you, but that's not it. Your power is something that must be cultivated, go too quickly and you risk cutting away so much potential. You've got room to grow, don't limit yourself just because you want to rush things.”

Having felt like he's taken up enough of her time, filling her ears with his rants and explanations, he finally makes his move. A means to start off slow, like he wishes for her to do. With a wave of his hand, the ground between the master and trainee appears to ripple, as though the solid floor had become the treacherous waters of the creek they passed on the way here.

“Let's start off with the basics. I'll bring up six targets, I'll even make them a bit large. Your objective is not to destroy them, but to cast spells on them quickly and in rapid succession. I want to see how long it takes for you to gather the magic to complete the spell for use, cast it, and repeat.” As the husk speaks, the two watch on as six steel grey claymores rise hilt first from the floor. The more of the weapons are revealed, the larger they become, until each blade is not only taller than Eno, but wider as well. Each could easily shield him from incoming attacks should Rayne try to go through the small openings in between each. With Eno's control over space, each blade is able to hover in place rather than sink themselves into the now solid ground. He'd rather not damage someone else's property if he could avoid it.

“Every blade you see before you is as strong as I am when it comes to resisting magic. Since you're aiming for speed I doubt these things will break. You can begin whenever you wish, you did say you're more than ready to go. Use every offensive spell you know until you've run out of steam. It'll let me see how long you can fight before having to rest.” With that, the ex-hand crosses his arms and waits for Rayne to do the rest. For her, this will be like hitting the broad side of a barn. Gotta start somewhere after all.

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As Eno began to pace, the mage watched him with observant eyes. After having heard his explaination, she felt somewhat sheepish that she hadn't listened. He was only trying to accurately gauge her abilities, not coddle her as she initially thought. Although he couldn't see it, Rayne nodded silently to his rhetorical question. Of course she knew the answer to that, even if she didn't quite see herself as being able to relate to a starved or sleep deprived man. She knew all this, yet her trainer was still ranting. The mage knew he meant well and all but she just wanted to jump in and start. And learn as quickly as she could. It wasn't like she was trying to cut corners or anything.

And he probably didn't mean anything by it except to emphasis a point, but his pointing irked her. It was more of a pet peeve embedded into her by her parents. “It's not nice to point,” they'd always tell her. But in all of this, she bit her tongue and listened. He seemed like a prompt man, so wasting time didn't quite fit his image unless he thought it necessary.

But she already knew her basics, she knew how to handle basic control over her weapons. Watching her mother, in the very dojo they stood in, swing around her weapons for hours on end as a child, surely a thing or two had sunk in. And even though she sat and watched, she was never allowed to try it out herself. Why? Because it was 'dangerous'. Because she was 'too young'. There was always an excuse, from both her mother and her father. And here Eno was, wanting to give her a metaphorical wooden stick. It was just so...

Damn right you're chastising..! Rayne was about to let him have a piece of her mind when she heard the final bit of his ling-winded rant. Advancing too quick could limit her potential? Was that really true? Being that she wanted nothing more than to be able to achieve the absolute peak of her capabilities, this statement caught her attention. If it were really true, then there would be no choice but to start from square one and slowly creep up the ranks. But perhaps she could convince him to let her test out of that dreaded square one.

The mage's eyes darted to the floor as small ripples began warping the floor, almost missing what Eno was saying entirely. She wasn't quite aware that a simple wave of the hand was able to cast magics, so the sight was both alarming and exciting. Carefully observing the six objects as they one by one appeared out of the ripples, Rayne stared up at them in awe.

“Don't break them, just hit them,” she repeated the gist of what she was told out loud mainly so that she could verbally reconfirm them, but also to let her trainer know that she was indeed listening as she gawked studied at the claymores. They were by far much taller than herself, rather wide and not too thick. They even hovered like her crystals! Listening to his final bit of instructions, she noted that Eno called them 'blades'.

Blades were typically made of metal, though what metal varied depending on the blacksmith and the purpose. Since the objective was to bombard them with spells, the metal would have to have been pretty dense, leaving out ones such as bronze or iron. Her train of thought lead her along several other possibilities, but the mage decided to settle on steel. It seemed the logical choice. Though she was sure what their composition was didn't really matter, it never hurt to be able to analyze what one was up against. But to get to the core of things, steel is a metal, and metal could be categorized into the earth element. And according to her memory and a quick reference to her Lexicon, earth had a weakness against wind, sometimes water, and could be over taken by plant growth. The hard steel wouldn't be affected by neither water or plant, and so that left her with wind.

Taking the small yellow crystal from her pouch, it grew in size as it was pulled out just as the red one had before it. As Rayne turned her palm upward, it bounced a few times before gaining the ability to hover on its own. A small shiver escaped her as the warm heat of the red crystal vanished. She was going to need to focus on the task at hand and so the comfort was going to have to wait. Although she was told to begin when she was ready, the mage felt as though she was taking far too long to get herself to that point. Without much delay from that point, she flipped her Lexicon with practiced ease to a specific page and began casting her spells.

In front of the red crystal, a like color seal began etching itself into the surrounding air and looked as if it would cause massive burns. From it, fiery missiles launched at their targets, one after another. The seal took a matter of seconds to form, perhaps five, and a handful more for the projectiles to materialize. The blazing missiles traversed the distance between herself and the claymores relatively quickly, thumping into the metal and dissipating into smoke.

Another seal formed before the yellow crystal as it began to rapidly rotate on some invisible axis. Four small circles sat opposed to one another. These seals, however, began spinning at a central point rather than glow. From them, small cyclonic gusts rushed forth and towards their targets. Some even clashed with the fiery missiles and became something akin to a fire whirl.

This was a new discovery for Rayne, and she attempted to make what she could of a mental note though it didn't stop the small grin she wore. Perhaps square one wasn't such a bad idea. The barrage went on for about fifteen seconds before she got bored of the tactic and decided to switch it up. The fiery missiles came to a halt just long enough for the mage to flip a page via magic and change the design of the seal. As soon as the change was complete, a constant stream of flames was spat out. She enjoyed this spell for a rather simple reason. It reminded her of a flamethrower. The seals of the yellow crystal, on the other hand, melded together into a larger, singular circle after having stopped their spinning. This was all after another page of the Lexicon to be flipped and the rotating crystal also came to a stop. All at once, both the yellow crystal and its seal began spinning as if pinned together. Each time it passed a certain point, a thin blade of whipped air was sling-shot towards the claymores. It took a moment to calibrate just when to release the razor sharp wind, but Rayne managed after a few missed hits.

It was then, when she was beginning to formulate new combinations, that the notion of fatigue was finally starting to make itself known. She didn't particularly care for the idea of stopping only after having just begun. It made her feel weaker than what she attempted to make herself out to be. But as her crystals did their tasks, the more the notion grew. And an idea hit her. The mage wasn't sure if it was going to help her in the long run, but it was worth a shot.

Taking a free hand, she plunged it into the fold of the ouch at her side and felt around for the familiar shape of a crystal and pulled it out. Without much effort, the blue crystal hovered at her side, bobbing gently. Hopefully this wouldn't bite her in the ass.

The blue crystal, having relocated to just above her shoulder, began pulsating a soft, ocean blue light. The resulting waves of mana crashed into the confines of the ring of the seal surrounding it. It was this light and the gentle flow of mana ebbing off it that began to restore her stamina. Or at least it was supposed to. Perhaps it helped to stall her from feeling any more tired than she already was rather than take off the edge.

With this outcome, Rayne had another thought. Soon, a white crystal gleamed from above her palm, primed and ready for action. With a quick, simple spin, the seal she produced was absorbed into the crystal and spat out as an orb of bright light. The orb floated over to Rayne and passed through her abdomen, fading shortly after. The small scale healing spell was enough to take away the icky feeling that was growing inside but not much more. It was hard for her to discern just how much mana was previously stored inside the crystals for these spells without depleting them first and it back-lashing.

When she was feeling better, allowing her blue crystal to continue to do its work, the small mage positioned the three remaining crystals side-by-side. Their seals morphed once again, and each began a barrage of scatter shots. A mix of fiery red, swirling air, and blinding white rained thick between Rayne and Eno's claymores for just a little while longer. But it was no use. All her stashes had run dry and she wasn't willing to use up any more of her own least she crumble to her knees. She gave it her best shot, tried to make it complex, and even learned something new in the process. There was no shame in stopping now.

Taking slow, deep breaths, Rayne attempted to calm her racing heart. Looking up after the smoke had cleared from her last ditch effort, she was disappointed to find that she didn't make nearly as much damage as she was hoping. Yes, she understood that damage wasn't the key point here, but it was still somewhat of a let down. Another look around, and she told herself that perhaps she should work on her aim a bit. Not being able to hit a stationary target with about half of her spells was somewhat embarrassing.

And the noise she made while doing it. Boy did she forget that she was supposed to be in hiding. The other two residence of the house hold felt a disturbance in the [can't copyright]. They were now on a search to find just what it was that they sensed and dispose of it.

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