NationStates Jolt Archive

Ali smiled as she said she liked helpless romantics.

"But that is the beauty of it," Ali began to explain about her comment of marching into hell, "When you are that deep in love, entranced by being with your special someone, you don't care if you are coming back..."

"I don't know what I am saying half of the time," he said after an abrupt end in his explanation. "It always sounds better before it comes out this pie hole I call a mouth."

“He is talking about the golden statue in the courtyard of you.” said Selene, who hit the back of young Saerus’s head. “Oh mother.” he said. Cassandra ran up to her father. “We thought you were dead.” she said.

“Mother, told us that you dead fighting your nation. Our nation, Father.” said young Saerus as he walked up to his father.

"Our nation, is it?" Saerus chuckled. "I died for seven years, but I came back. I was given life anew." He said. "My son. What is your name? My memory is not what it used to be."

...

"I like pie. What's so bad about...oh." She said, before realising what he had said.

Ali's demeanor, which had been turning slightly for the worse, suddenly perked up as he laughed at Denise's comment. He just continued smiling and looking at her as his mind raced, though no words for his mouth to be uttered were formed.

As he glanced away for a second, he noticed they had arrived at the beach. "Beautiful..."

"Our nation, is it?" Saerus chuckled. "I died for seven years, but I came back. I was given life anew." He said. "My son. What is your name? My memory is not what it used to be."

“Your name is my name.” said young Saerus. “To the children, Jenrak is more then home then the Dominion.” said Selene.

Dotted along the sparkling sandy edge of the ocean laid the golden beaches glittering in their long and elegant brilliance, a shining glimpse of the Jenrakian sand mixed with the battering and yet cool waves of the whitecaps in the ocean, people yelling and shouting in delight, swimmers and observers alike joyous in their presence. People chattering about, others laidback and on their mats, tanning in the strength and warmth of the sunlight, the pair of them had finally arrived it.

It was not far from the amusement park, and Denise still saw the shining metal steel snakes that were the roller coasters still shine in defiance of the mirroring waters. Walking about, people confidently striding across in their bathing suits, as lifeguards sitting atop metres-tall chairs, whistles in their hands as they watched like hawks and eagles over the precarious and unwary people.

Denise had to bring Ali over to the small house overlooking the beach, wooden in bland mahogany, white strips and clams stuck to its based poles. Walking inside, a wide array of lockers and a large stock a floor underneath showed a huge maze of metal compartments, as Denise found an empty locker, inserted her money, and the metal compartment opened, revealing inside a small key labelled ‘B23’ in bright azure. Waving the bangs on her ponytail back, she latched it onto her earring, as she smiled back at Ali.

“There’s a change room if you’re shy.” She joked, pointing to the men’s washroom, as a tall and muscular man emerged from door, nodding to them both in recognition as he made his way up to the first floor whilst wooden planks above creaked dust onto below. “I’m not too worried.” Denise said, pulling her blue T-shirt off, as she began to undone her jeans, also a thick navy blue, taking them off and placing them in her locker. In a lithe yellow bathing suit, Denise took off the wrap from her hair, allowing the long haired brunette to swinging her bangs back, as she patted Ali on the shoulder, in a bra and a thong.

“See you on the beach.” She said, walking up the stairs and out of sight.

Meanwhile, at the crispy dunes of Archios, Saerus was beginning to be accustomed to his children, his newfound kids. Sitting aboard the stone ledge, his metal greaves clacking at the sound of the magnets within snapping together, Saerus had tried to coerce his kids to have a stimulating conversation with their long lost father, a man who had been proclaimed permanently dead. Most of his converses seemed straightforward – what was your name, do you have many friends, are you doing well, and more so along those lines.

His son intrigued him, the boy’s curiosity overwhelming and his attuned state to the world around him uncanny. However, his daughter caught his eye entirely. Not only did she seem quick witted, but also rational, logical, with a clean and whole hearted pretty face. “What are you two being when you grow up?” He asked, his hands holding his mask, his voice still cold and far off, like a nihilistic purge of warmth and care.

“I’m planning to join the army with cousin Farkas.” said young Saerus. “Maybe become a powerful leader in the future.”

“Mother, say me or brother would take over the family business when we were old enough.” said Cassandra as she played with her hair. “Maybe I will take mother’s place as Crime Mistress.”

Ali admired the beauty of it all as they walked across the beach to a small 'locker room'. It gave him a feeling of nostalgia and reminded him of his hope as he looked out across the beach and to the endless sea that lay beyond. How easy someone's life must be when they can just lay out on a sunny day with no care for the world around them, he admired as he counted numerous carefree figures playing around the beach.

"Change room?" Ali repeated, "But I have nothing to change into. You brought a bathing suit...oh," he said, embarassed by the realization which had set in. Denise undressed before his eyes without a second thought to the matter.

As she patted him on the shoulder and walked out of the room a shiver shot down his spine. Almost like a shock produced by what he had just wintessed and seen with his very own eyes. Sure he had thought Denise was lovely before, but it was like a rose blooming for the first time in Spring as she revealed herself.

"What a most stunning woman..." he said to himself as he shook his head and proceeded to disrobe. Still half in disbelief, he pulled his shirt over his head and droppeded it on the bench in front of her locker. Not one to be overly shy normally, Ali was still a bit nervous as he was in a foreign country with unknown people; however he managed to unzip his jeans and pull off his shoes without much more thought.

Now standing in only his boxers, Ali exited the building and dashed off after the alluring Denise.

"A mistress of crime." Saerus chuckled. "You? Sounds perfect. But fate ultimately has the last laugh." Saerus replied, dropping his mask before putting it back on. When he picked it back up, his tattoos shown in the bright light.

Denise had already been talking to a lifeguard about something, before she shook her head and went on a bit more, before spotting Ali in his boxers. "Nice. Want to go swimming?" She asked.

"Yeh, sure," Ali responded as they walked across the sand towards the water.

"What was that about?" he asked curiously, flicking his head in the direction of the lifeguard.

Even more beautiful in the sun...

"He asked if I had a boyfriend. I said I was with you." She replied, running and jumping into the water, the large splash making others near her wet in the cold water.

“It fits mother, too.” said Cass. She looked at her father’s tattoos. “Mother said you had a lot of tattoos.”

“Grandfather got me and Farkas matching custom made sniper rifles.” said young Saerus. “It is not to powerful for me. It was made for people twice my age is what grandfather said.”

"Matching sniper rifles?" Saerus chuckled, looking at Selene. "Your dad sure knows how to amuse them." He said, before turning to Cassandra. "I don't have that many." He said, pulling his sleeve down to reveal an entire sleuth of tattoos on every inch of his skin. It was as if he has another layer of thin skin.

In Naharank, Ashili finally woke up, her dreary state replaced by a state of relieve and eptitude. Shaking her head, her only scrathced it slightly, looking for Edward.

“Yes, father gives them what they need and things on the side.” said Selene with a smile. “That is a lot of tattoos.” said Cass with a smile, almost like her mother.

In Naharank, Edward walked up behind his wife. “Look in for somebody?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"He asked if I had a boyfriend. I said I was with you." She replied, running and jumping into the water, the large splash making others near her wet in the cold water.

Ali stopped his walk as she spoke. The weight of what she said had just sunk in as he stood there watching her jump into the water. I said I was with you... I said I was with you... He repeated the words over and over in his mind.

"I like the sound of that," he decided finally as he ran after Denise and jumped into the water.

As Denise rose from the water, her hair covering her face, as she shooed it away, she asked him with a playful curiosity. "The sound of what?"

Saerus chuckled again. "I need them. They represent me."

In Naharank, Ashili only smiled playfully, kissing Edward on the chin, rotating slowly on the spot, as if she was dancing. "Do you want to go now?" She asked him, her voice soft and sultry.

That evening, at eight o'clock, Eddie returned to see Professor Meck about the tales of the two men.

"Hmm?" he replied as she came from beneath the water just far of where he had landed. "Oh..." he said as he realized what she had asked, though all he could give her was an innocent smile and a comforting look. "Nothing... it was nothing at all. Just my slow brain catching up with something I had heard..."

“Well, they are your children.” said Selene. “You can play or talk with them as long as you want.”

Edward’s mind was blank. “Go where?” he asked. “I got my men check it out. They are making sure nothing looks strange.”

"That's nice." She said, emerging from behind him, splashing a whole handload of water into his face.

Professor Meck hadn't started his classes, therefore he had some time before his students came. Waiting for Eddie to arrive, he tapped his fingers patiently.

"That gives us more time." Ashili said, smiling, as she turned around, and jumped on his back, hitching a riding in a piggyback. "What do you want to do? She whispered in his ear. "I'm free."

"Hey!" he said half-heartedly as his face was consumed by the water Denise had splashed. "Oh is that how it is going to be," he said with a grin.

Ali began splashing Denise and ducking under the water to get away from her. He hadn't had such a relaxing day in months...

Not finding the Professor where he'd meet him last time, Eddie sought out the secretary for where Meck's class was being held.

“Oh…man.” said Edward as he gave his wife a piggyback through hallway. “What to do.” He smiled as he heads towards the bedroom. “I know something to do.” he said as he look back at her. He turned his head back and saw his children at the door of the bedroom.

Remy got bored with waiting for Denise to show back at Vira’s car. So, he backed out and left the parking lot. He dialed the phone number to Vira's cell-phone. “Nobody is going to take her away from me.” he said out loud.

"I'll get you." Denise said, chuckling as she looked around for Ali, splashing water everywhere.

The secretary was not far behind; he was on his break, sure, he was roaming, but his ridiculous frilly shirt made him stand out from the crowd.

With an audacious ring on his phone, Viraranaar picked it up, and with a quick reply, asked, "Hello?"

“Hey Viraranaar, its Remy.” said Remy as he drove down the road with one hand. “Need to ask you something. What is the best five star restaurant in Jenrak? And do you have the number?”

"Could you please direct me to where I might find Professor Meck?" He asked the secretary.

As Denise tried to splash Ali, he disappeared under the water and for an extended period of time, remained there.

Suddenly, after what seemed like an eternity, he shot up from directly under her.

"Ack!" Denise cried in surprise, as she grabbed onto his head, as he rose from the water. Shaking in surprise, Denise smiled beautifully. "Don't do that." She joked.

"Oh, fat man, bearded, in the library." He said, pointing to the large wooden door at the end of the hall adjacent to his post.

"Well, first I'd like to know how you got your hands on my cell phone number." Viraranaar said.

"Haha," Ali laughed; he couldn't remember doing it so often since he had visited one of the famous comedy clubs in Eborall. "Hey, all's fair in love and war, right?"

"Thank you." He replied as he followed the man's directions to find Professor Meck.

“Who is my uncle?” asked Remy. “I got it from him. Do you need to ask him how he got it?”

"In love and war." Denise said, kissing him, her tongue in his mouth.

Professor Meck began to felt impatience, awaiting still...

"I'm going to have to asked. Well, repeat your question." Viraranaar said.

It was so sudden, he barely had time to react. One moment they had been splashing and the next their lips were locked in a passionate kiss. Ali reciprocated the act as his true feelings came pouring out; not a care in the world that everyone on the beach could be watching them make out.

“What is the best five star restaurant in Jenrak? And do you have the number?” said Remy.

"I apologise for being late." Eddie said to Meck once he'd arrived.

She had locked lips before, with men whom had love and others who worked in passion. Never could she tell, never could she know, but Denise had to find out. After the kiss, she only smiled back at him nervously. "Did you enjoy it?" She asked.

"No matter. Do you still want to hear of Tezekilth and Gelectriax?" Professor Meck asked.

"A five star restaurant would be the best restaurant. So just find the one nearest to you." Viraranaar said. "Where are you?"

"Yes please." Eddie replied

“Some road with an amusement park and the beach at my back.” said Remy.

Ali only smiled back, though wishing her lips had not departed his. "More than humanly possible... Like a celestial angel descended from heaven and wrote upon my lips the words that passion is composed from!"

"As poetic that is, you won't be getting another for a while." Denise said, chuckling. "We should go. I have to get pick something up from my house in half an hour. I'll drop you off at Ashili's house." She said, getting out of the water.

"That's not helpful at all." Viraranaar said.

"Well, which one. Gelecriax or Tezekilth?" Meck asked.

"Both?" He asked hopefully.

“Well…let me see what that road sign says.” said Remy as he looked at the road sign in front of him. “Maybe that will help more.”

Ali grinned, though it was a painful grin as he had wished the moment to never end. But alas it had and the beautiful angel was walking away.

Hurrying out of the water and catching up with her on the way to the 'locker room', Ali asked, "Can't I come with you?"

"Nope. I'm going somewhere that needs government acceptibility, and I only have one license. For me." She added.

"Okay, hurry up. My dinner's done." Viraranaar said.

"Well, Tezekilth and Gelectriax both have different myths surrounding them. They may be connected, but they have different bases." Meck implied.

"I'd love to hear both." Eddie replied

Ali tried giving her a sad puppy dog face as they reached the locker room, though he knew it wouldn't work.

“It had Erzehb on it.” said Remy. “So…” He looked down at the speedometer and saw that he was going 160 MPH.

"Sorry, Ali. But really, I have only one." Denise said, her hand on his shoulder again, as she dried herself nad put her clothes back on. "I need to take a shower when I get home - with soap." She said, adding emphasis to the word soap.

"Erzehb? The closest five star I know of is Snake-Eyes. Don't be fooled by the name. I've been there, beautiful place. Elevated place like a checkersboard. The number I think is 439-223-2219, I believe." Viraranaar said.

"Alright, I'll start with Tezekilth. He was a man, who was born like everyone else. But he thought he could do better. He studied lycanthropy, ursathropy, magic, anything supernatural he got his hands on. But never did he learn a working supernatural occurence. But he learned how to manipulate and work illusions. Eventually Tezekilth was killed, but rumour had that his son took his name and his title to give his father an immortal quality." Meck explained.

"Now, Gelectriax is a different case. He's been in myths before Ascherach even existed. He came from a special race of people called Kelemancers. They had the ability to be in tune with electrical energies around them, but they never really focused on it. But Gelectriax did. He focused, he learned, and he perfected the art of killing as a Kelemancer. Well, eventually he decided to be unique, and have the warlords kill off his people so that he was the only one left. Gelectriax was never said to have been found dead, nor did anybody seem to witness his death. He certainly seemed to be a god-like person, but I doubted that."

"Sigh," Ali said, "Oh, alright. Just drop me off at Ashili's..." He was glad that they had at least had the time together that they did, and spent it well...

OOC: Last post for the night

“Thanks.” said Remy as he texts the number in his other cell-phone. Remy had no hands on the wheel, so the car was not in his control. “Talk to you later.” he said as he hung up his phone. He pushed sent on the other as he put his other one in his pocket. Remy moved the car back in the right lane as he waits from somebody to pick up at Snake-Eyes.

"Thank you, that's very helpful." Eddie replied, "I'm very grateful."

"Alright." Denise confided.

"Hello, SE restaurants. How may I help?" A female voice rang up on the phone.

"No problem." Meck replied.

"Have a nice day, and good class." Eddie said by way of good bye as he headed out of the university.

Once outside, he looked around, "Are you there Kane, or friend of Kane?"

“I’m Lord Remy Barrilleaux-Saint Clair.” said Remy. “I need to know how much it will cost to rent of your place for the rest of the night. Or do you have VIP room there?” Remy was dead serious about Denise, if he going to put that money down.

Once outside, he looked around, "Are you there Kane, or friend of Kane?"

A man, about twenty or so, walked beside of Eddie. He look like normal college student. He was a Crimson Fist. “What do you need, Mr. Teach?”

"I take it you are Kane's replacement that's following me?" Eddie asked
Once he'd received confirmation of the fact, he elaborated on what he'd learnt from Professor Meck.

“I’m just one of the eyes, Prince Edward has in Jenrak.” said the man. He listened to Eddie then said “Thanks for the info. Some of it we know.” As the man walked off and the around the corner, he pulled out his cell-phone.

“I’m Lord Remy Barrilleaux-Saint Clair.” said Remy. “I need to know how much it will cost to rent of your place for the rest of the night. Or do you have VIP room there?” Remy was dead serious about Denise, if he going to put that money down.

"We can rent out the restaurant to you, but it would be cheaper to just rent out a VIP room." The woman on the phone said.

Remy was starting to like what he was hearing. “Okay, I rent out a VIP room for the rest of the night then.” he said. “So…how much will that cost? I want the room to have candles and everything.” Remy told the lady what Denise’s favorite color was, he got that from Edward’s ‘eyes.’

"Well, we don't have any stock of blue candles, so we'll need to order that, and that will cost extra. On terms of your demands, it will amount to..." she said pausing, as the rapid typing of the keyboards were heard, before her raspy breathing came onto the phone once more. "...around sixty eight thousand, excluding food." She replied.

OOC: Phone line cut me off when I was half way through posting. Didn't have time to tell you anything on AIM, Jenrak. I will see, if I can get it work later. But if its does not work by Friday, me and dad will find the problem in the line. So...see you when ever.

OOC: Phone line cut me off when I was half way through posting. Didn't have time to tell you anything on AIM, Jenrak. I will see, if I can get it work later. But if its does not work by Friday, me and dad will find the problem in the line. So...see you when ever.

OOC: No problem.

OOC: Fixed it. Yeah!

“If you can’t get the blue candles, I will take plain white candles.” said Remy. “Okay, so it is around sixty eight thousand. Plus the cost of food. Well…I will be there in about ten minutes or longer to pay in person. Later, miss.” Remy hung up the phone and floored it.

Denise had dropped Ali off, and she had sped towards her house before Viraranaar could even come out and see what happened to his precious car. Arriving into her driveway, Denise quickly went in, took a shower, and got dressed in different clothing; a blue jacket and t-shirt, putting lipstick and ironing her hair straight. Putting the keys to Viraranaar's car down, she picked hers up, and her cell phone as well.

Phoning her friend, a staunch "Yes?" replied from the phone.

"I need you to fix a car." Denise replied. "No new items, complete brand."

"What brand?" The person on the other end asked, a deep voiced male.

"Bugatti, 16.4 Veryon." Denise replied, to an amused chuckled.

"Sure thing, but it'll be expensive." The voice told her.

"Just come over, and fix it. I'll give you your money tommorrow." Denise replied, hanging up.

Going to her garage, Denise flicked on her car, a roaring navy blue mustang, raging in anticipation as she got into it's small, and cramped, but still homely seat. "Time to have some fun." Denise said, as she roared her car out of the garage.

After saying good bye to Denise for the time being, Ali stepped out of her car and entered back into the castle.

Not knowing what to do with himself, he began pacing the corridors...

After paying for the rented VIP room, Remy told the manager that he would call an hour before he and his date would arrive. And to start Denise’ favorite meal and have a bottle of Denise’s favorite wine ready when that got there. Hell…he gave the manager a couple thousand more dollars to make sure that it happen. With that done, he heads back out and the valet throw him the key. He hops into the driver seat and takes off.

He dialed a number in his cell-phone. After the person picked up, he asked “Where is she at?”

“Leaving her home.” said a male voice. The man told him which ways she was heading and told Remy the fastest way to catch up with her.

“Thanks.“ said Remy. The Lambo took off like grease lightning.

It was night, it was a little chilly, and it was a sparkle of electricity in the air. Driving her vehicle through the podium, she rolled down her window, and she drove up through the drive through. "Welcome to Class Chicken, how may I help you?" The woman on the speaker tone said, as chuckled.

"I need a sparrow." Denise replied back, as the woman didn't say a single word for a little while.

"Of course, go on right through." The woman replied, as Denise drove through, to the window.

"I'll need your slip." The woman said, to which Denise gave her the shining pink slip of paper she had stashed in her pocket, her only one.

"Just go through the woods and past the cemetery. Your number's A-27." The woman replied, to which Denise nodded.

"Can do." Denise said, blasting forwards and through the thick forest, down the winding trail through the cemetery, until she reached the highway, the road blocked off for a massive output of people loitering around, watching the races.

Eddie considered what to do, when he decided to go for dinner. Heading to a phone booth, he began leafing throught it till he found the restaurant section. Flipping through a number of pages, he picked one at random. Looking down at the name, he saw it said SE Restaurants.

Ali continued pacing through the long corridors of the castle as he could not figure out what to do with himself... not since that kiss with Denise at the beach. With his hands behind his back and his head staring down at the floor, he walked past many doors, some he was familiar with and others not.

"Oh, hey!" Ali said quite surprised as he almost barreled directly into the sizable figure of the priest. "How's it going Vira?"

"Commendable." Viraranaar said, in a one over-arching word. "What about yours?"

"Commendable." Viraranaar said, in a one over-arching word. "What about yours?"

"Huh?" Ali responded slightly confused, "My what?"

Eddie arrived at the restaurant, and upon entering the lobby, began looking for the greet and seater.

"Your night." Viraranaar replied monotonously.

"Hello sir," a tall, lanky, cleanly shaven man replied. "Welcome to the Snake-Eyes, and are you here alone, or with a person?" He asked joyously, metla and gold badges pinned on his clean white shirt.

"I am on my own." Eddie replied

"Oh, heh," Ali replied, realizing the obvious question. "Not bad, not bad. I just can't figure out what to do with myself..."

Remy used his hypnotic charm to get pass the ladies at the both windows. He was liking Uncle Edward’s Lambo. Fast, sexy and badass. He was number ‘A-30’. He floored into the thick forest and winding trail through the cemetery. Then hit the highway and cruised through the mass crowd of people. “Damn, there is a lot of folks here.” he said to himself.

Finding a open space on the side of the room, he back into the space and turned off the engine. He got out of the driver side with his hood on. The white tiger on the back of his leather jacket looked like it was going to jump on its prey.

When the flashing lights came to a bright yellow 'A-27' and 'A-28', a small Honda Civic, 2005, sleek in purple paint as it grudged up beside Denise's car, as she chuckled slightly after looking at the measly competitor. The man driving the car, a black haired, heavily tattooed man with a pierced tongue, blew Denise a kiss in mockery, whereas she replied by giving him the finger, chuckling.

"Your ass is mine, bitch." He replied, as he roared up the engine, a massive blasting roar, a giant emission of gas coming from his car's pipe. Obviously, this car was different; sure it looked like a honda, but it had a beast of an engine, louder and more powerful than Denise's mustang could ever go, raging on.

"I want some of your ass after I smoke you." He said, clicking his tongue, to which Denise laughed.

"Keep your millimeter in your pants, little boy." She said, as the lights turned green, and the two cars sped from the start line.

From the crowd, the peopel talked and wondered on who would win, watching the televisions connected to the cameras that were placed along the way. Many of them picked Denise, for her reckless and quick driving, and her uncanny reflexes and experience. Whatever it mattered, Denise did not know Remy was there.

"How amusing." Viraranaar replied once more. "So, and be honest. Did Densie do anything to my car?" He asked, his eyes watching him like a hawk through the slits of his mask.

"Then come this way." The waiter said, urging Eddie to follow. "What's your name?" The man asked.

"My name's Edward Teach." Eddie replied

"Not that I am aware of," Ali responded calmly. "Other than taking it a bit fast on the roads," he smiled.

Right after Remy arrived, people start surrounding him and answer him dumb things like ‘What you under that thing?’ or ‘Where you steal that thing from?’ or ‘Can you handle that thing?’ All Remy said “That for me to know and you to find out.”

He looked at cars heading down the road. Denise’s red hot mustang against a black toy car. “Kick some ass.” he said under his breath as he got back in the Lambo to get in place for the next race. His race.

A long haired, red haired woman moved past the crowd, and walked up to Remy's car, and knocked on his window twice, before walking away, his cue to get ready for the next race. As such, she also walked over to another vehicle, a small but seemingly swift Chevrolet Camaro, wires sticking out of his vehicle and the engine roaring in the distance.

Meanwhile, in Denise's own race, she was being frustrated at the man's constant attacks against her car, and she couldn't push her mustang to go against the endless attacks by the upgraded Honda. "Fucker, let's see how you handle this." Denise said, twisting her car into a skid on the highway, facing reverse to the man, as she burst towards him, and he ducked, but his speed was his downfall; he began to skid out of control, and he never took his throttle off before hitting the fence, his vehicle trying to furiously going into reverse to get out.

When Denise finally saw him out, she was speeding through, nearly at the finished line.

"You lie. I can see it in your eyes. What did she do to you to cover it up?" Viraranaar asked. "She's broken every single car she's ever had her hands on, or at least rammed something with it. What happened?" He asked more firmly.

"Teach? Edward Teach?" The waiter more clearly. Before Edward could say anything, he told him to follow him, as somebody was claimed to have been waiting for Eddie.

Eddie followed the man, wondering who he was going to meet, as he wasn't expecting to meet someone.

"I lie not," Ali responded defensively. "I have told you what I remember; she has not done anything to your car."

Remy looked at opponent. His prey. What a joke. he said to himself. As he put up to the line, he rolled down his window. Watching his prey’s car come up beside the Lambo in the side mirror, Remy was seeing who was driving it.

Tezekilth was waiting for Teach, the man who knew too much of the Revenant. With orders to kill, Tezekilth thought that such an intuitive ally could be useful, and would rather have this man simply turn a blind eye. Putting his message out to look for a man named Edward Teach, when he had heard that the man as set on going ot the Snake-Eyes, he made sure he had the fastest way possible to reach there.

"Why do you sound so defensive?" Viraranaar asked suspiciously. "I'm not going to do anything if you tell me the truth."

A long haired, heavily bearded man with earphones in his ears, he did not even look at Remy, only gave him the thumbs up, without even looking at him. From the tumultous roar from behind the two of them, it was apparent that Denise had won the race, leaving hte arrogant bastard in a dust behind.

"I know not what you speak of," Ali responded. "We simply drove to the beach and back, and she didn't damage to the best of my knowledge... yet," he still letting the last word linger. "What she has done since then, I cannot testify to."

Viraranaar nodded. "Alright. I'll believe you. So how was your trip to the beach?" Viraranaar asked.

Remy just laughed as he rolled the window back up. The Lambo’s engine roared, not a roar but it sound like pissed off bee. Remy’s eyes locked on the lights with his right hand on the shifter. This punk was about to be send to school.

As he was escorted into the VIP room, he saw a man sitting at the table. The man wasn't Gelectriax, and also wasn't anyone that he'd meet when he was looking for Gelectriax. "I was told you are looking for me, and while I think I know who you are, in a general sort of way. I'm not quite sure what you want of me."

Viraranaar nodded. "Alright. I'll believe you. So how was your trip to the beach?" Viraranaar asked.

Ali began searching for the right word in response. "Eventful..." he finally came up with as it did not give up too much detail.

"Hah, eventful. Have you never been to a beach?" Viraranaar asked.

The door closed behind Eddie, and it locked loudly, as the man sat there, his glass of wine tipping so that the blood red liquor dripped on the white silky table cloth. His face was deformed, scarred and burnt, his eyes like slithering slits of a cat, his cheekbones shown and his hair like an urchin; a spiking in every direction as if he was struck by lightning. Black haired, thin faced, and goulishly demonic, this man only clattered his fingers, his fingers nails looking like a sharp claw, blood stained and dirty.

"Sit down." He spoke, his voice an echo, dark and dreary, seemingly devoid of emotion. "Eat." He urged, pointing to the food set on the large table.

"Oh, I have been to many a beach; many an eventful beach," Ali answered. "Though, never with Denise..." he said with a smile.

"I see." Viraranaar said, completely bored with the conversation. "I feel like going somewhere. Do you?"

"I'd really prefere to choose the food that I am to eat." Eddie said as he took a seat, "I find it helps, thought not entirely, cut down on poisoned foodstuffs."

"Oh, I would not poison you." Tezekilth replied, amused as his fanged and sharpened teeth showed. "Why, if I was wanting to kill you, I would have sent an entire battallion of soldiers against you." He chuckled. "No, you may eat. You came here to eat, I presume?"

"Definately!" Ali said relieved that his boredom was shared. "What do you want to do?" he asked curiously, though not really caring what the response was; he would be happy doing pretty much anything.

"If you wanted to kill me without a lot of fuss you might." He replied as he looked over the foods to decide what to pick. "If you aren't out to kill me, then what do you want?"

The race was a fast one. Both men were fair players, no tricks between them. Both cars were somewhat matched, the other guy must of have a lot of mods under the hood. It had to, if it was hanging with the blue Lambo. Near the end of race, Remy got a ten feet lead in front of the man. So…he won the race and went to find another open space. To wait for his next race.

"There's a lot of things to do in this sand-blasted nation. What suits your fancy? Violence, music or good food?" Viraranaar asked.

"I have a proposition. Do you want to stuff yourself first and then hear it, or can you do both?" Tezekilth asked.

The man was not happy, but he was not overtly angry, but he was a fair sport after all. "Very nice." He only said, before getting another slip for another race. When Remy had finished the race, he was given another slip, this time labelled A-45. Who was his opponent? Obviously racer A-44.

"Perhaps we can do all of the above," Ali suggested. "Start off with a good bite to eat," he began as his stomach rumbeled, reminding him he hadn't eaten in a while. He smiled as he looked down, "I think my stomach agrees. Anyway, as I was saying, we could start with some food and then do the other things."

"I can handle both, and I don't intend to stuff myself. You can't enjoy the foods that way." Eddie replied, "You are one of those that serves Gelectriax, aren't you."

“A-44” said Remy to himself. He rolled down both windows and turned on the radio. He turned to rock station. He began listening as he waited to be called to the starting line.

"The closest decent restaurant is the Alaxk Star. It's a nice underground restaurant with a built in swimming pool and a waterfall. Do you want to go there? Payment's on me." Viraranaar said.

"Of course I am. What do you think I am, a martyr? Heh, I wish." Tezekilth joked. "My name is a Tezekilth. And you must be the inquisitive Edward Teach." He said, his voice rattling like the rattling of a snake's tongue, lashing out through the air. "Tell me, why did you come to Jenrak?"

A attractive woman walked up to Remy's cars with her friends, as they giggled and leaned, leaning over to talk to him. "So, is there a girl in your life?" She asked him, as her friends followed suite.

"Originally, to seek the reward for the little sprog that you're boss has in his possession." Eddie replied, "And what generation of the Tezekilth line are you by the way?"

"How could I refuse such an offer?" Ali said as he motioned for them to go. However, Vira's kind offering raised thoughts and doubts in his mind about how he could afford to treat people to dinner as a priest... and the matter about having an amazingly expensive car.

Remy looked out the window as he turned down the music. “Sorry, ladies.” said Remy. “Got plans with someone tonight? So, there is a girl in my life.” He turned the music back up.

The girls grimaced, as they walked away, the yellow lights ringing up to A-45 and A-44.

"Let's go. I have another car we can take, or do you prefer limousine?" Viraranaar asked.

"I am Tezekilth the first." Tezekilth said in a rash expression. "Half a billion for Alledrias' safe return. How about this, instead of risking yourself for five hundred billion, Gelectriax is offering you a fifth of that. One hundred million for you to leave, and ignore everything you ever heard from anyone." Tezekilth proposed.

"I am not particular one way or the other," Ali replied. "Whatever you are most comfortable with is fine with me."

Sorry, ladies. The Cajun playboy can’t play tonight. said Remy in his mind. Maybe if I was not going after Denise, I would play with them. I need some fresh blood. Remy saw he was next to race. So, he moved up to the starting line. And waited for his next prey.

"Let's go with a limousine, then. I'm not hte best driver, unless you want to?" He asked.

The familiar blue mustang reared up to the front, to the start of the line, as the beastly machine roared, the window pulling to reveal Denise, as she looked in surprise at Remy's car, and then Remy herself. "Remy? How'd you get here?" Denise asked, quizzically puzzled.

"I certainly would not be adverse to driving, especially if you had another car like your other one," Ali said with a chuckle. "But otherwise, a limo is just as good to me."

Remy laughed as he turned off the music. “I have my ways, Denise.” he said. “I will tell you about it.” He smiled at her. “Up to having dinner after this?”

"Huh, if I had another million dollar car?" Viraranaar laughed. "No, I don't. I have a limousine ready, and that'll do." Viraranaar replied.

"He must really want me gone if he's willing to offer a hundred million for me to just leave. In fact it'd be far cheaper to just hire an assassin, or use his own." Eddie commented, "And I was told that the first Tezekilth died, and his son took over, so then you must be a remarkably well preserved zombie."

Remy laughed as he turned off the music. “I have my ways, Denise.” he said. “I will tell you about it.” He smiled at her. “Up to having dinner after this?”

"After the races? Or just this one?" She asked.

"He must really want me gone if he's willing to offer a hundred million for me to just leave. In fact it'd be far cheaper to just hire an assassin, or use his own." Eddie commented, "And I was told that the first Tezekilth died, and his son took over, so then you must be a remarkably well preserved zombie."

"Huh, that's your problem. You know too much." Tezekilth said amusingly. "You think any living person would want to look like this?" He asked, his voice deepening as the walls shook in his fury, the air becoming dank and a nasty chill.

"After the races? Or just this one?" She asked.

“Up to you.” said Remy. He looked back up at the lights then back at Denise.

"No, I don't think you'd want to be like that." Eddie replied
"I'm not the only one who knows what I know, thought I will make a counter proposal, if you really want to return to your rest, I'll put you there."

"That is fine," Ali said with a smile as he departed the room with Vira on the way to the limo.

Viraranaar followed him in, motioning the man to drive immediately to the restaurant. "It'll take a while. What a period of deja vu." Viraranaar said, reminding him of when Ali first came.

"Oh? And how would you do that?" He asked, his fingers tapping on the table, awaiting. "Kill me?" He said with a sardonic laugh.

"There's a couple hundred more races after this, and I think I can skip them." Denise said, as the line turned green, and she turned her head to the road, and jolted out of the start line.

"Actually destroy, as in most cases, you can't really kill a zombie." He replied

"Heh, yeh," Ali agreed as he remember his first time in Jenrak. "Though this time I am not as unfamiliar with the place... more used to it now."

"There's a couple hundred more races after this, and I think I can skip them." Denise said, as the line turned green, and she turned her head to the road, and jolted out of the start line.

“Okay.” said Remy. Denise did have a head start because he was not looking at the lights. But was not a huge lead and Remy closed the gap between the cars. With both cars racing next to each other, Remy looked over Denise and winked.

“Got a room at Snake-Eyes waiting for us then.” he said before looking back at the road.

"And how are you going to destroy me?" Tezekilth asked. "You forget one vital thing - Gelectriax." Tezekilth added. "If I'm dead, then how do you think he would take to it?"

"Snakes Eyes? Love that place." She said, amused, as she changed the shift of her car, putting her motor into the next gear, as the newly switched engine quickly began to double in speed, blasting forwards, as she turned a sharp curve on the highway.

"Used to it? How?" Viraranaar asked.

"I'm sure he'd be annoyed, but I don't really care if it bothers him." Eddie replied

"And what do you base this theory on?" Tezekilth asked.

"Oh you know," Ali began to explain. "Just the subtle things like the culture, the demeanor, the way people act. At first it was a big change from Eborall, but over the last couples days I have gotten used to it."

Remy laughed as he shifted in the next gear. The Lambo moved forwards, getting in front of Denise in the curve. Remy controlled the car like it was one of his charged cards.

"I underestimated you." Denise said, as she nodded. "But you're underestimating me." She said, changing the engines and the power to draw from two, instead of one motor, doubling her speed once more. It seemed odd, and it seemed wierd, but it was the first time in a long time since Denise had felt the need to use another engine.

"Ah, and what would happen if you went back to Eborall?"

"That he'd be annoyed? Well he went to the trouble of bringing you back from the dead." Eddie replied

"Can't say for sure," Ali said, "Rarely have I stayed in a place and emersed myself in it like I have done here; usually my travels are just for business (politices). If I were to go back home I might have to readjust to that, but I couldn't really say; I might immediately be used to it again."

Remy shifted into the next gear as Denise’s car shot forwards fast. Damn, what does she got in there? he asked himself. The needle near the red line as Remy shifted into the next gear. With both hands on the wheel, Remy waited for the right time. Denise was on Remy at that time.

"Everybody feels better at home." Viraranaar reasoned.

"What made you think he was responsible for keeping me like this?" Tezekilth asked in anger. "I would rather stay dead."

"You're good, Remy. But you know my rep. I can't lose to a new racer here." Denise said, her voice a slight hint of desperation as she finally pulled out her trump, shifting her final gears into the fourth engine, as the car finally doubled in speed for the last time, her breathing short, her lungs being unable to get enough, trying to desperately keep herself from passing out.

"Yep. As they say, 'Home is where the heart is'," he said without much emotion.

The Diablo VT has a massive V12 that has been tuned to max out the horsepower. It had 800 horsepower total. Add to the huge tanks of NOS in the trunk which almost did not fit in there, 400 more horsepower would be add to the V12.

Remy laughed as he saw Denise shot pass him. The Lambo was still on her. Not backing off or anything. Almost like it was toying with her. The right time was almost there as Remy eyed the finish line. “Sorry, Denise.” he said as he pushed both button to the NOS. The Lambo shot pass Denise’s car, blue flames shot out of the tail pipes. The Lambo was getting hard for Remy to control after the NOS went through the engine. He was pushed back in the seat, holding on for dear live.

"Yes, well my heart is fairly inconspicious."

"Bastard." She replied, pushing her engines to their limits, as they geared up to an insane speed, a larger throttle.

But could she catch up with Remy in time that is the question. Everything was just a blurt to Remy as he looked in front of him. The car gained speed as it went down the road.

"Nor your thoughts or motives," Ali replied slowly. The response itself could have been taken two different ways, either as a simple agreement in his subtleness or as an attack on him and questioning him.

"I have to ask," Ali said after a moment of silence and a long periof of time that he had been curious, "How did you come about that car...?"

"That's why I'm offering to do my best to put you back to your rest." Eddie replied

Tezekilth laughed. "Go ahead put me out of my misery. So many people have tried, but all you will get is a bullet hole through the wall behind me. It's not that easy to take me out of here, and I'm not going to fall to fire."

"What car?" Viraranaar replied evasively.

Denise would surely catch, her car being smaller and swifter, turning corners and cutting off tracks must faster, as she had a stronger knowledge of the turns, knowing what was coming up. She passed the obstacles with unbelievable speed and tenacity, unwilling to lose.

"I'm not losing." She said, as she zoomed up to Remy, and cut him off in front of an obstacle.

Remy slowed down as she got more dangerous in her drive style. Cutting him and everything she was doing. He did not what her to get harmed or killed to win the race. If it was not Denise in the car, Remy would send a charged card into the other car. He backed off but stay close to her.

Denise only breathed a little easier, but her foot stil strongly on the throttle. She had to keep this up, she had to push forwards, no matter what happened.

Remy was not raised to be a loser. So, he still was on Denise. He shot to the left, blocked. He shot back to the right, blocked. “Damn, she is good.” said Remy. Then it looked like he was going to the left again but he shot to right and got next to her.

Denise had to resort to many different tactics, but she was impressed by Remy's driving, as they both sped across the finish line, the cars with only a few couple hundred meters to slow them down.

“A tie. Well, nobody lost then.“ said Remy to himself. Remy started slowing down as he crossed the finish line. He down shifted and made the car slow down. He did not need the whole few couple hundred meters to slow down. After slowing the car down, he pulled over to the side of the road. He waited for Denise to pull next to him.

Denise fell into a skid, but jerked hard in its direction to allow herself to attune to a straight direction, her car rumbling in relief, as she drove up next to Remy's vehicle. Chuckling in enjoyment, she nodded. "Nice job, Remy." She said, with a slight distasteful still of dissappointment in her voice. "I don't have room in my car, so how about I get home and go to the restaurant? Where is it?" She asked.

“You, too.” said Remy. “Snake-Eyes is in Erzehb. Lead the way to your home and we can take this car to restaurant.” He waited for her to lead the way.

"Alright. Follow me." Denise urged, turning her car to the highway, past the blocks, on the freeway.

Remy stay on Denise’s tail on the highway, passed the blocks and on to the freeway. The rock station was on full blast in the car.

Denise had taken many sharp and twisting turns, through dense paths of foliage, through watery roads and large bridges atop cavernous lakes. But finally, after her long skids and twists, she finally reached into the small neighbourhood of the elite, her mansion shining like a beacon atop the grassy green hill that it stood so elegantly. "Home." She said appreciatively.

Remy matched Denise’s moves during the ride. He hung with her in every turn and twist. After sliding to stop behind Denise at her mansion, Remy put the car in park. He turned the music and got out but left the car running.

Tezekilth laughed. "Go ahead put me out of my misery. So many people have tried, but all you will get is a bullet hole through the wall behind me. It's not that easy to take me out of here, and I'm not going to fall to fire."
"If you don't mind, perhaps we can wait till after dinner and digestion?" Eddie suggested. "Also, why would you want to smash up this fine eatery."

"I'll be back. I need to wash up." Denise said, getting in her house. "I'm not going to be long."

"Of course, a logical proposition." Tezekilth said, his fingers tapping. "So, have you read the recent news? I heard that there was a new kind of television out. Some blasted Plasma or something similiar."

“Okay.” said Remy as he got back into the driver seat. He started playing with a deck of cards.

"You mean a plasma screen TV?" Eddie commented as he took another bite of foodstuff. "If you don't mind me asking, how are you adjusting to the fact that you are so far out of your natural time?"

"Huh, the ineptitude of people like you. It's new, I must say, last time I read a newspaper." Tezekilth argued.

Denise seemed to be taking quite a while, and one would wonder on what she was doing.

"Yes, they are fairly new, but the reason I'm so blase about it is I've purchased one." Eddie replied

After see that Denise was a taking long time, Remy killed the engine to the car. Stilling playing with the deck of cards, he looked at the door. How long does it take for her to get cleaned up? he asked himself. He got out and walked to the door then knocked before walking in. “Denise, are you ready.” he called out.

"I don't understand." Tezekilth said in interest.

"I'm coming. Just turned some things off in my house." Denise's voice came from the other end of the door, as she opened it up, revealing to be in a dazzling azure and periwinkle dress, her eyes glittering with a long beautiful ray of pertinence, her lips a soft mocha tint, her fingers in black leather gloves as gold earings were perfectly symmetrical upon her ears. Denise's hair, occassionally long and casual, was ironed to a long, straight and sleek form, as she smiled nervously.

"Sorry, but I felt like dressing up. We're going to something fancy, so I thought ot go fancy." She chuckled in delight.

"I'm use to riding the edge of technology, so I've had a plasma screen tv almost since it came out. It takes out some of the mystery and excitement of new gadgets thought." Eddie explained

Remy steps back as he saw Denise, it was like looking at an angel. He wanted to warp his arms around her and kiss her. But they had somewhere to go. “You look beautiful, Denise.” said Remy. “Makes what I’m wearing look like nothing.” He opened the door for her and then the car door for her.

"What car?" Viraranaar replied evasively.

"You know, your car," Ali replied. "The really expensive, fast one that you let Denise and me drive in."

"Ah, the bugatti?" Viraranaar said with a chuckle. "I'm a priest, I don't make much. But I'm also the advisor to the King, Queen and Watcher. Plus, I'm the head of the Sword Bearing Police. Now, three jobs, two of them paying hundreds of dollars per hour. What do you think?" Viraranaar said with a tone of finality.

"Heh, amusing." Tezekilth said. "I like you. You're funny." He pointed to him.

"Thank you, Remy." She said sweetly, getting into the car, comfortably seated.

"Thank you." Eddie replied

"Ah. Pretty comfortable income then," Ali responded as he looked out the tinted window. "Nice pay for so little work."

Remy ran to the driver side of the Lambo. After starting the car up, he heads out of Denise’ driveway and gets on to the road that leads to Erzehb. “So…do you think me and you would be strange couple?” asked Remy, he was trying to make some small talk. “Me being a master theft and you’re a Sword Bearing Police.”

"That might cause some problems, yeah." Denise said. "Alot of people reason that love will keep things together, but divorce rates are rising, so I guess love is pickier than we think." She said. "It's often mistaken for lust."

"Of course. People might call you corrupt, but it's money." Viraranaar reasoned, as the limousine finally arrived at the restaurant, the limo driver nodding. "We're here." He said.

"You should be, cause I barely hand these things out." Tezekilth said.

"I figured as much." Eddie commented, "And thus took it that way."

"They might..." Ali replied, his voice trailing off without saying anything further.

"Thank you for the ride," Ali commented to the driver as they arrived at the restaurant. After opening the door, he stepped out and waited for Vira before heading into the restaurant.

“I can control myself unlike some other thefts.” said Remy. “And yes, I have seen a lot of people marry for lust and not love.” He started thinking about it, “There are married couple out there that love each other. Look at Uncle Edward and Ashili or Aunt Selene and Saerus.”

“Denise, do you want to know anything about me.” he asked.

"Good." Tezekilth said finally. "So, where do you want to kill me? Outside behind the restaurant so nobody can be bothered? Or is it pistols on a cliff at sundown?" He asked jokingly.

The restaurant was gorgeous, lavish banners and mingling waterfalls galore, escalators upon escalators of people eating on their own separate level, the stairways twisting and turning, the waiters sleek and beautiful. It was clean as ever, and even people polished Viraranaar's shoes when he entered through the gold doors.

"It's a pretty place, with good food." Viraranaar said.

"I used to have a crush on Saerus." She said aloud, thought to be a ponder, but it turned into words, to her surprise.

"Very nice," Ali agreed, "I hope the food is as good as everything looks."

He began wondering where they would sit and how private it would be. As he took another glance around, he again admired the architecture and design of the place; in fact in his short time in Jenrak he had taken a liking to many of the designs. Another thing to put on the list to build...

"I used to have a crush on Saerus." She said aloud, thought to be a ponder, but it turned into words, to her surprise.

“Oh…that's good to know then.” said Remy with smile. He almost laughed but stopped himself. “Denise, do you want to know anything about me.” he asked.

"Ah, here we go." Viraranaar said, walking Ali over to a small table, as he swiped his card on the nearby machine, the gate opening to their seats, as they sat down, the cushioned seats changing to their size and standards. A wall of steel wrapped around their seating area, allowing them privacy, as a soft radio music turned on, a sleek LCD monitor emerging from the wall, showing a list of possible purchases.

"Pick what you want. Just press it on the monitor and tell me when you're done." Viraranaar said.

"What's your job?" Denise asked, trying to spark a conversation.

“Being a Lord of something. Grandfather gave me the title.” said Remy. “I never really had a real job. I was a moonshiner during 1945 to 1952 in my real home, Louisiana. I was born and raised there.”

"So you did nothing. Nice." She said sarcastically.

Now this is familiar, Ali thought as he looked at the electronic menu on the screen; many restaurants had been employing this type of arrangement to cut down on employees, even the cheap ones.

"Alright," Ali said after he had finished ordering an expensive steak.

"Okay. Now mine." Viraranaar said, quickly typing it in, as if it were a beautiful art. Ordering a couple lobsters, Viraranaar sat back down, and waited. "It could take a while, or be in a few minutes."

“Really, I didn’t do anything.” said Remy. “Every job that I have had, has shown me something new about me. And some have taught me new things. My driving style are the way they are because of my ‘moonshiner’ days. He have to be good to escape the cops, when you're transporting that strong clear liquor.”

“A lot of my money has came from Grandfather‘s fortune. Like Edward‘s and the others.” he added. “The money is just there. Don’t hate me because I was born in a rich family.”

“As of now, I working to buy a couple of Grandfather’s nightclubs back in the Dominion. Maybe I could buy something in Jenrak.” he said with a wink. “If I stay here that is.”

"Well it's your option whether you want to stay here or not." Denise replied.

"Either way. I am in no rush," Ali responded. It was true, the whole afternoon and evening he couldn't think of what to do with himself and taking his time eating would be a nice way to pass the time.

“Yes, it is that.” said Remy. “Maybe I will find a reason to stay.” He looked at passing cars. Think about where those people are going and what they are going to do there. “Where you learn how to drive like that?” he asked.

"My father." Denise said, smiling.

"Heh." Viraranaar chuckled, sitting down. "Time to take this mask off." He replied, as he pulled off the black mask, revealing a relatively handsome young man with strong and prominent cheekbones, azure red eyes and a drenched scar on his left eyebrow.

“Oh…” said Remy. “Your father and Edward did not like each other that much is what I heard. Something about your father hating that Ashili married Edward.”

“He is one of your nation’s greatest military leaders.” he said. “Sorry about what happen to him.”

"Good." Tezekilth said finally. "So, where do you want to kill me? Outside behind the restaurant so nobody can be bothered? Or is it pistols on a cliff at sundown?" He asked jokingly.
"That would be picturesque, but how do you want to do it, it's your life, or unlife after all." Eddie replied

Just as Vira began removing the mask, Ali realized that the whole time he had been in Jenrak, he had never seen Vira's face. As he slowly removed it, the anticipation built inside of Ali until he finally saw it...

Looking upon Vira for the first time, he wasn't quite what Ali had subconsciously imagined. He had pictured an older man who looked like he had years of wear pulling down on his appearance, but what he saw was a young man with some unknown number of years - though he did have the appearance of a warrior.

"Hot behind that thing?" Ali asked, trying to not make much of the act, which was anything but common.

"Sounds like him. He never liked the Ithrimm." Denise replied.
"I'm not too sorry. Life goes on, it's too short to waste on regret."

"Perhaps we can talk with another one of my own." Tezekilth replied, as a large screeching shadow came out from behind Tezekilth's chair, tall and gaunt, eyes like shimmering glares of fire, teeth rotting with dark red blood. "This man wants me. How do you propose, Illikath?" Tezekilth asked, to which the shadow screeched even louder, before dissappearing.

"He says cutting me up into pieces and distributing my remains across Jenrak would certainly prove a point."

"Heh. I've had this mask on ever since I was a priest. Ever since I started forty years ago. I've only taken it off to eat. No germs, no changes in humidity, my aging has only been the basics." Viraranaar explained.

"That's how you'd like to go?" Eddie asked

"That's how you'd like to go?" Eddie asked

"No. That's how he wants me to die. Preferably, I think how am I right now would suffice. I haven't even met my descendants yet."

"Ah, I see," Ali replied. "A symbol of anything or just a way to hide your face?"

"So you'd like to meet those who are carrying on you're legacy, and your name?" Eddie asked, "I'd be willing to aid you in that if you'd like."

Teach had developed a genuine liking for Tezekilth, odd as he was. It was out of this that he was offering both to help, and to kill the man.

"Ah, I see," Ali replied. "A symbol of anything or just a way to hide your face?"

"People see people at first sight. I have a mask, so they don't know I look like. They assumed I'm deformed. Therefore, people who approach and talk to me are actually willing to talk." Viraranaar explained. "Looks are the last thing on my mind."

“You are right on that.” said Remy. “So…got anything to ask me? To get more info on me.”

"Uh...Nope. My mind is blank." Denise said, amused.

"It is also easier to kill a person when you never see their face... a representation of their humanity and mortality," Ali pointed out. "At least that is what I hear from some of the military guys. Killing a guy from two hundred meters, despite the distance and accuracy problems, is easer than walking up to a guy and stabbing him in the chest."

“Oh…” said Remy. He shot pass some car that was driving slow. His mind was somewhat blank, too.

...

"Well, we can go now and find out what my genitals have created, or I can stay here and watch you stuff yourself." Tezekilth said.

...

"Yes, morality does hurt a man's performance many times."

“Oh…” said Remy. He shot pass some car that was driving slow. His mind was somewhat blank, too.

"Well, what are we doing after the dinner?" Denise asked.

“Up to you.” said Remy. In the back of his mind, he wants to be with Denise all night until she went to sleep. To make sure nothing could harm her.

"Well, we can go now and find out what my genitals have created, or I can stay here and watch you stuff yourself." Tezekilth said.
"Then shall we depart?" Eddie asked

“Up to you.” said Remy. In the back of his mind, he wants to be with Denise all night until she went to sleep. To make sure nothing could harm her.

"Well, you asked me out. I'm assuming you have some idea of what we're doing on this date." Denise said jokingly.

“I only had the dinner planned.” said Remy with smile. “I thought you would need a nice dinner after everything has happen lately.”

"Yes, morality does hurt a man's performance many times."

"True as it is," Ali responded, "But morality is often the defintion of humanity."

"Ah. I'm not sure what to do after this. Sleeping would be the best thing I can think of." Denise said.

"No, it is not. Morality is different - its an addition, but doesn't define us. Our definition is our enginuity." Viraranaar argued.

"Very well. Let us not bother people no longer." Tezekilth nodded.

“Well, sleep is always a good thing to do after you eat a good meal.” said Remy.

"Very well. Let us not bother people no longer." Tezekilth nodded.
"After you then." Eddie replied

"I'm not sleeping with you." She added hastily.

"How can you say that our morals and beleifs do not define us?" Ali responded in argument, "They are the cornerstone of our actions..."

"How can you say that our morals and beleifs do not define us?" Ali responded in argument, "They are the cornerstone of our actions..."

"A man kills a woman without emotion. There is no morality in it, but he is still human." He replied.

"Is he?" Ali asked philosophically.

"Is he?" Ali asked philosophically.

"Of course." Viraranaar said simplistically, as the metal walls beeped slightly the faint smell of food filling his nostrils. "Our food's here."

Ali was about to respond that the two sides of the debate encompassed different spheres of meaning, with Ali's being philosophical and Vira's being literal, when the food came and ended the debate.

"Looks good," Ali commented as he look down at the 20 ounce steak that sat in a good looking sauce. "Bon Appétit."

Slumped donw on Viraranaar's end of the table, steaming in a soft splendour of wafting brazen smells, Viraranaar's lobsters were there as a monumental delicacy, he picked up his fork elegantly as if he were nobility, and carved it skillfully through the steaming flesh, the smell overwhelming as the spices trickled with a splash of flavour throughout its senses. Putting a soft, throbbing piece in hsi mouth, he chewed appreciatively on his food.

"So tell me, and be honest." Viraranaar said. "Did Denise do anything bad with my car?" His tone was slightly serious, but still soft and accomodating.

"Not while I was with her," Ali replied much to the same degree as he had before. "What she has done in the lat few hours is anybody's guess... she could be out racing or in a demolition derby for all I know."

"I'm not sleeping with you." She added hastily.

Remy over at Denise. “I never said you were sleeping with me or I was going to sleep with you.” He said. “I will take you back home after dinner, if you want that.” He looked back at the road.

Viraranaar grinded his teeth in spite. "Let's hope not." He murmured.

"I wasn't taking that statement seriously." Denise said.

"That is all we can do," Ali responded as he cut into his steak, cutting off pieces and dipping them in a delicious sauce.

"I wasn't taking that statement seriously." Denise said.

“Oh…” said Remy. He shot pass another slow car, everybody is slow when you are going almost 200 MPH.

"There's never real Jenrakian food. If only we weren't so culturally stiff." Viraranaar replied.

"Don't go so fast." Densie said. "I'm a little dizzy." She complained.

Remy laughed at that. “What?” he said. “Like you never go this fast.” He slowed the car to exit off the freeway, on the road into Erzehb.

"I don't follow..." Ali commented, slightly confused by what he meant.

"I get dizzy after races." Denise said. "So I really don't want to be reminded of any speed."

"There is no such thing as Jenrakian food. We don't have our own unique foods." Viraranaar explained.

“Oh…sorry then.” said Remy. “Hope, you are not to dizzy to eat your food.” he joked.

"I hope." Denise said quietly.

"That's a shame," Ali said, "But I guess some cultures create their own and other cultures absorb what they need to."

"Assimilation. It's the culture of the barbaric."

"Perhaps," Ali said as he took another bite of juicy steak. "But almost every culture has and has needed to assimilate others at some time in their history. Even the great empires and world powers, so called civilized nations and peoples, have had to assimilate."

Remy smiled. He pulled up in front of Snake-Eyes and got out. He hands the keys to the valet and walks to Denise’s side. he opens the door and said “Welcome to the Snake-Eyes, milady.”

"It's true. Henceforth we are all by root barbarians, and there is no denying that fact." Viraranaar chuckled.

"Thank you, kind sir." Denise said, holding out her hand expectantly.

Remy took her hand and helped her out of the car. “Hope, you like this place. Vira said it was good one.” he said.

"Oh, if Viraranaar says it's good then it must be good." Denise replied delightfully.

Remy smiled as they walked into the building. They walked up to desk, where a lady was sitting. “ I’m Lord Remy Barrilleaux-Saint Clair, can you lead me to the room I rented out.” he said.

"Of course." The woman said. "This way." She walked past the counter, and notioned them to follow, going up the stairs, past the first level, past the second, taking an escalator onto the third, and then quickly turned around the fourth level. After passing the fourth level, sheturned again, finally going into a large, relatively nicely lit room, with a built in large plasma television sitting patiently in the corner, a huge array of blue candles, lit to perfection as if the wax had never waned, and the food on tables and waiters waiting hand and foot.

Remy smiled again. Money makes the world turn he said in his mind. “Well, Denise, how do you like it?” he asked.

"Blue candles." Denise chuckled. "How did you know blue was my favourite colour?" She asked him.

“Uncle Edward.” said Remy. “Or his people told me.”

"Ah. Always backing up to Uncle Edward to save you, huh?" She asked him, amused. "Well, this is beautiful." She said, looking out the window platform, as she saw the people eating below them, their chatter cut out by thick glass wall. "How much did this cost you?" She asked.

Remy smiled at the Edward comment. Remy walked over to the window and looked at the people. “That does not matter. As long as you are happy.” he said.

Denise stayed in her seat. "How thoughtful, but love works both ways, you know. Otherwise its just...an obssession." She replied.

“I see your point, Denise.” said Remy, who took his seat. “If you marry somebody else or date somebody else, I will still want to see you happy.”

"Ah. So your love is a love of parental proportions. A guardian love." Denise reasoned, taking off her gloves, reaching for the plates of chicken.

“It will, if you marry somebody else or date somebody else.” said Remy as he started cutting his steak. “My love is… I don’t know what you call it. It a love is were you care for a person and will take bullet to save them.”

"Unrequited love?" Densie asked, the love of sacrifice.

“Yes.” said Remy as he took a bit of steak. After he ate the bit, he said “Best piece of steak I have had in way.” He looked over at one of the waiters, “Go and tell the cook, he did a damn good job.” he said.

Remy looked back at Denise. “How is your food?” he asked.

"It's true. Henceforth we are all by root barbarians, and there is no denying that fact." Viraranaar chuckled.

"Once a gentleman, twice a barbarian," Ali responded as he finished off his steak and washed it down with a glass of ice water.

OOC: Sorry it took so long to respond - I am getting physically sick.

"Yes, sir." The waiter replied, walking off.

"It's good. It's what you can expect from a restaurant of a high calibre." Denise replied.

"Of course." Viraranaar reasoned.

OOC: Ah. I see.

"So, any dessert?" Ali asked after having finished his meal and relaxing for a few minutes.

“That’s good.” said Remy. He took a drink of wine. “Anybody else that you feel affection for?” he asked. A weird question to ask somebody that you are on a date but Remy is part of strange family. A big family at that.

"Doesn't matter. You can have some if you want." Viraranaar said.

Denise blushed furiously. "I'd like to keep that secret." She said shyly.

"Okay, I will take that answer." said Remy with a smile. He started eating his steak.