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( lol thats alright it happens. )

( by the way arent there anti power devices they could be using on raven and kojiro to keep there powers neutralized? they were developed by the UNS last owls rp and have been rarely used. blaugh )

Itachi smiled some and took a couple cookies and after taking them from the napkins he bit into one and then ate them all quickly not realising he hadnt eaten much all day or the last couple days actually. " Yes ill be fine im sure its just fatigue from using my powers so much lately in my training. the base will take care of my wounds shortly as always." said itachi before smiling again. " there you go see you can smile just fine. IM sorry to have worried you like this. It seems im always doing nothing but worrying you despite my promise to protect you." said itachi feeling guilty as they were almost to the others now.

Nova smirked some for a moment as his skin suddenly became covered in steel from novas powers as the blow hit him right in the back of the head. Nova fell forward ut of his seat as he wasnt straped in although due to the steel covered skin he was sure benkei hurt more then he did. He then suddenly became very angry for the first time in a long time like this as his eyes glew red and he shouted. " Of course i dont understand my parents kicked me out at the age of six into a war zone after trying to shot me for being an owl! Meanwhile you had kind loving parents who knew about your powers and you still threw mud in there eyes and fled from facing them like a coward. Using something like honour and codes to hide behind to justify it you are a coward hiding behind a sheild no wonder your the sheild owl. " said nova with great anger as the plane seemed to shake in response to novas metal powers being activated. He swung his arm as a metal pipe from the chair flung itself at benkei for revenge for the punch.

((Fallen Pheonix: Owen --> on a plane to Japan from Kenya))

"Good." Owen replied to Aaliyah simply. The Changeling Owl then dropped into silence, but he could hear the growing argument between Benkei and Nova. Owen swiftly got up from his chair and moved as fast as he could, almost like he had pulled energy from a cheetah form he sometimes used, and his right arm shot forward to grab the metal pipe Nova had flung back at Benkei from the air just before it would connect with the Japanese's face. "That's enough, you two." Owen said in a tone that sounded quite cold, which was out of character for the usually cheerful shape changer. His eyes looked over at the back of Nova's head. "We have enough problems in this family without you two insulting each other." Owen added before dropping the metal pipe onto the floor at Benkei's feet. "You will stop this discussion right now, or I will be forced to separate you two and make sure neither of you have the power to speak until we land." Owen instructed in a rather commanding tone. He was in no mood (especially with the past two months of blaming himself for what had happened to Kojiro and Raven) to deal with a stupid fight like this one. Tensions were high enough without Benkei and Nova arguing about pointless things that happened in the past.

((Fallen Phoenix - And Owen saved the day. Hopefully.))

“Urrgh!” Benkei grunted as his fist made impact with steel. Skilled martial artist or not, hitting steel hurt. And then Nova exploded, angry, and not in a way Benkei had ever seen him. Nova’s words didn’t help the situation. There was a bit of sorrow and regret in Benkei for Nova since Nova had lost his family entirely, but the last of Nova’s words overrode those feelings as Benkei’s anger took over. No, Nova didn’t understand. The honor and codes were a lot more complicated than Nova was giving them credit for. It was what his family lived by. That was doubled by his martial arts training. Yes, he had betrayed his parents because his route could not be the scholarly academic route. It was a disgrace upon the family…the whole Thorinagano line. And that was putting it in extremely nice words too. If Benkei was a samurai, he’d commit seppuku. Benkei’s voice rose, highly unlike the Shield Owl who usually kept his cool. “NOVA! Anata wa nani o shitte imasu ka, baka no otoko?!!” The Full Metal Owl had just insulted his whole lineage. Benkei wasn’t going to back down now. He knew he couldn’t draw on any stone in the area, but the fact that he wasn’t even trying to speak completely in English anymore was something, a definite sign that he had lost his cool. Perhaps, acting foolishly, Benkei tried to half dodge half smack the metal pipe out of the way, but before he could do so, Owen interfered also not acting quite like his usual self. Benkei was still angry, and he still wasn’t thinking in his right mind. “Well, maybe your parents were right to throw you out! Kutabare! Ojii-san can kill you for all I care!” the Shield Owl muttered softly in disgust, but then he realized what he had said as his anger started to die away as he tried to calm himself, retreating into his martial arts training. “….Kuso…. what am I saying?” he mumbled in some disbelief as he slid back down in his seat face away from Nova. “Gomenasai, Nova…”

((Anata wa nani o shitte imasu ka, baka no otoko?!! = What do you know, Stupid man/fool?!! (Partially done with Google Tools, so I don’t know how accurate it is.)
Kutabare = Go to hell, drop dead
Kuso = Sh*t
Gomenasai = I’m sorry.))

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((UNS - Amaya, Will, Armand))

Amaya was a little surprised at how quickly Itachi ate the cookies, and then it hit her that she must not have eaten. Inside, she smacked herself for not just bringing a whole meal to him, with some help from Armand because she wasn’t a meal expert either. She blushed when Itachi commented on her smile. “It’s, umm, okay, Itachi. You’ve been keeping me safe… and warm.” The Clueless Owl blushed a shade even bright redder as she recalled many of the times Itachi had saved her or just randomly carried her off into the air. Not even Neo's comment from way back in Russia from the last roleplay put a dent in the memories now, though it was embarrassing. “As long as you’re safe too.”

Will’s spacious estate was not in the urban area. Urban areas meant lack of space, no yards, cramped high towers (and no personal garages), and many have inspired to make compact apartments in creative ways, but Will had not chosen the urban environment to hold his spacious estate (though he did have businesses and buildings in the urban areas). As with the rest of the homes in the estate area, the whole estate was gated and walled in. However, the estate was much bigger, and the buildings inside were not taller than the other homes in the community. A front yard. A massive backyard with gardens. The place was pretty much a mansion* complex with smaller buildings scattered in the back such as a small dojo complex, a tea house, pool, sauna, and more. Inside the complex were state of the art gadgets and technology as well as priceless antiques and items and random curios. It was a well meshed blend of the traditional Japanese style home with a touch of modern style.

The blonde devil waved off the chauffeur, and entered his home, taking off his shoes and putting them away before taking a step up into the rest of the house. He went to take a shower and changed into a new set of clothes before plopping himself down on the bed. A massage was only a call and a minute away, but he decided against it. He wanted some time alone. The Satan Owl had to muse at the irony of the situation as he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He was Satan, Destruction, “Evil”, Hell, Chaos, and whatever other stereotypes came with the title, and here he was, scheming to restore balance and to save people. Did that mean hell had frozen over? He needed a short rest. A nap might help, and where else would be better than in his own home in Japan. People were unlikely to try anything funny because –well- they’d be screwed if they did. It didn’t mean Will’s guard was down though. It was instinct now, and there was always Thomas and the Heralds. So, a nap he would take…but he’d still be working...thinking. In times like these, Satan had to be a workaholic even subconsciously. The effing job was a 24-7 job anyway, and he wouldn’t need a long nap to recharge. Will's eyes closed...

"Whoooooa! Slow down, Annnnyyyaa!" Armand blurted as he was literally dragged out the door by the Poison Owl. Okay, she was a LOT more enthusiastic than he thought she would be. Well, that wasn't a bad thing at all. "Okay! I'm coming!" And so, they were off to Will's house per Anya's memory, prank items hidden on their person or in a knapsack so they didn't look suspicious at all...even if neither of them was Japanese.

((Will's section edited for clarity. He's asleep.))

((yea...I know lmfao....a couple of more post and we'll be there lol))

((UNS - Will, Armand))

((Will’s popular today. :Sweat smile )

Perhaps, the Satan Owl was more tired than he thought. Shortly after his eyes closed, he fell into a deep sleep, unaware of Anya and Armand’s arrival at his home and how, while he slept, they had snuck in….

((Dream Sequence – That first picture acts as a reference for the place he’s in and for his appearance.))

Will opened his eyes. He was on a bed. For some reason, that puzzled him, but he was unnaturally calm. The room he was in felt familiar, but it wasn’t the one in Japan. It was out of place, but he couldn’t place why. He stood up and exited the room, passing into a hallway with a balcony that looked below. There was a mirror on one of the walls, and he stopped as he looked at himself. He wasn’t himself, his current self. He was in a body that reflected one of his younger years, before he began the Satan Owl. What an odd dream. Will knew he was in a dream because this didn’t make sense. He looked down from the balcony again, and he could see a room just out of his view with a piano there. He was drawn to it. As he went down the steps from presumably the second floor to the first, the stairs and the walls warped on him, forming into a grander staircase and the walls taking on some photos. One caught his eye. This photo had a picture of him yet younger and another taller brown haired man. The face was unmistakable. It was his older brother, Kent, the one that had died early due to an accident. The clothes didn’t fit the era though. Now that he thought of it, everything about time seemed off. His appearance. The house. He still couldn’t place it. He descended down the stairs safely and entered the room with the piano. To his surprise, there was a girl standing there. He recognized her too. Selis, his sister, except she was dressed in clothes that didn’t seem to match the times either.

“William, it’s been some time…” she said with a smile.

Puzzled at first, Will didn’t respond, but a smirk soon formed on his face. “ Selis, sister…”

Armand gave his coconspirator Anya a thumbs up and a grin. He peered around the bedroom before stepping in. He nodded, “All clear. Nothing I can’t disable.” He tiptoed his way over to Will’s bed, leading the way, so nothing was triggered. He took out the prank supplies and handed Anya a marker. There were plenty to choose from. He looked at the Satan Owl, who seemed to be at peace and wasn’t, for once, smirking. Oh, wait. That was a smirk right there. Ok, Armand didn’t really want to know what he was dreaming about. So, smirk or not, Armand markered Will’s lips red. The prank was now in motion. Shaving cream and markers. Anya and Armand.

" Thomas, as depressing as ever I see. ' Lucien's voice sounded as hundreds of popping lights appeared gathering together they formed Lucien's body. Lucien flipped hair from his eyes and looked at Thomas. " So what have you been up to these past few months? " He asked as he folded his arms. he was sort of glad to be out of Russia the cold was killing him and staying cooped up in his office all day was more boring then watching paint dry. He could see that the torturous habit's hadn't changed. Luckily for him the people captive were Fallen Phoenix and therefore Lucien had no emootional attatchment if it had been a Night Owl hewould have cared a little. He looked down at the two tortured Owls he shook his head. " Your methods are......Disgustingg. To say the least. " He said softly. He never liked torture but thomas's methods actually turned his stomach, something he would have to get use to as the next in line to succeed the Death Owl.As a matter of fact this was the first time he had met face to face with Thomas after discovering the trutth about his new mysterious powers. " Thomas. I must say, I can see why you love your Death Owl powers, they certainly ar amazingg. " he said as he reached his hand out soon a black aura covered his skin when he touched a wall it suddenly began to age and decay the wall segment begame black and began to fall in on itself in a smoldering pile of black ash. " Three months has given me tie to get a hold o it, before I couldn't actiate it on my own, but now I can call i out at will. " He said as the black aura around is hand faded.

((UNS - Will, Armand))

Armand continued doodling. He wondered if they should extend it to Will’s arms, but then again, it’d be too obvious then that Will had been drawn on. If it was only the face, Will would have to look in the mirror for that. He shrugged as he and Anya totally massacred Will’s face…with markers of course. No violence needed. No violence required. Who needs violence when you have markers anyway? He shrugged. The red head took out a feather and the shaving cream and looked at Anya, giving her a look that asked whether they should use the feather after the shaving cream or not to make Will slap himself in the face. He handed the shaving cream to her. The Poison Owl was thoroughly enjoying herself, and Armand was grinning the whole time along with her.

((Dream Sequence))

Will and his out of place sister had an out of place conversation in this out of place house, and as they spoke, Will realized why everything seemed off. It wasn’t the nice weather outside. The house was a mix of his original home and his place in Japan, yet warped so that objects that couldn’t have existed in those times did exist in a different form. That explained the photos and the out of place clothes and his sister’s appearance as well as his parents’ photos. On top of that, his sister who never spoke in riddles had spoken some lines in riddles and she knew things she couldn’t have known. She coaxed him into playing a song on the piano, and finally, he relented, and for a moment, it felt like the old days. However, when he finished, he saw her leaving through that open door into the weather singing. She had faded away. Before he could follow her, the door and the wall ripped away, and instead of the warm spring weather, there now appeared a snowy bitter windy landscape. There was something there. It wasn’t supposed to be there, and the aura was familiar.

The door opened for him and he trudged through the snow. Whatever the interloper was it wasn’t close. Another door formed in front of him, and he crossed through it into an even colder landscape. A tundra. Despite the wind and the biting cold, Will seemed to be unaffected. A few feet away, dark birds with four wings and four beady red eyes had surrounded a figure face down in the snow. They seemed to be about to feast on the person when Will stepped toward them, or maybe they had already started. He recognized the aura. “Leave him,” the Satan Owl said. The birds stopped, but seemed to hesitate. Will frowned. “Leave him now,” he repeated. Some force seemed to come from his voice as the birds were sent flying. They exploded in mid air, splattering blood in the area. “Hmph.” The blonde knelt down and picked Roulin’s body up, noting the wounds and the body condition. “Well, you’ve seen better days, kid.” The hell was Roulin doing here. The Satan Owl made his way back to the house, and set Roulin’s body on his bed as he gathered items to tend to the hypothermia. It seemed a touch or two from him seemed to help even without supplements. As he gathered the items and returned to his bedroom, it hit him on what time period this house and the clothes was in… the Nol Era.