The O.W.L.s: The World Is Yours

[Mahareshi]

(Alright. Time for a skip...of time. TFP and TNO are in Europe (Rome, Italy to be specific) along with a few Heralds. The country in Adam's base, so yeah. The UNS are everywhere so no need to say where they are. That's it. Enjoy the three week time skip!)

Che, Roulin and Moli's mind weren't on the many, buildings that were hand built from slabs of concrete, nor was the museums that contained more centuries of the eastern world's history. The art didn't get their attention and neither did the femal tourists who seemed to being interest in the italian american trio. Their mouths were wide open though, and Moli was beginning to drool. The girls who winked at them soon found themselves embarrased after Lomoli pushed them to the side to awe at what was behind them...

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In the three weeks that the family of Owls had spent in Rome this far had been spent exploring and learning as much as they could from Che, the eldest italian in the team. After landing in Italy, that's all they truly cared to hear about. Moli, on the side, had made it a mission to find every restaurant he could in the area and test all that he had the money to. After finding this one and telling only his father and brother about it, they made it a plan to sneak away one evening. It was now five in the evening, and they had the rest of the day to waste. So much for serious Che.....

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"Oh my god.....finally...." said Roulin as he walked through the gate of women. Wide eyed and open mouthed, he brought his hands to his cheeks and cringed with pleasure. "An authentic Italian restaurant! Thank you! Thank you!! Guys, do you know how long I've wanted to try something...real? Something that wasn't made by a bunch of orange....greasy haired wannabees?"

"Ristorante alla Rampa...I haven't been here every since....I seriously don't care. I just want to friggin' eat....whaddya say guys? Wanna try this place out?" Che asked in an accent that sounded more natural than his american one. The actual building was rather small as it was cramped between two other buildings. Regardless, the smell of rising yeast, mozzarella being fried and tomato paste brought the three to their knees in praise. Trenchcoats now to their sides, the family entered the restaurant with money itching to be burned.  

[Luna Kosane]

The beauty and history of Rome, Italy was almost overwhelming to Cecilia. The Cosmic Owl had made it a bit of a side mission to see all the historical sights in this majestic city and to visit all of the clothing stores that held clothing made by the most famous Italian designers and perhaps buy an authentic Italian outfit or two. She walked down the street in a burberry colored Prorsum Ruched Jersey dress with a pair of black tights underneath and a pair of black ankle length Italian leather boots. With the outfit was a Iosselliani Necklace and Laurent Gandini Earrings. The entire outfit had been very expensive, but it was quite worth it. She had even gone to a salon to get her hair done and instead of the long silver tresses being curly, they were very much sleek and straight, long layers prominent in them, her bangs swept to the side. It had been so long since Cecilia had been able to pamper herself and...well...be a regular girl. She was a little disappointed that she wasn't with Roulin. She had wanted at least one date with him while they were in Italy, but she understood that Roulin wanted to spend this time with his family. But she wasn't going to let that get her down. Holding her head high and ignoring the cat calls and wolf whistles from the many Italian men, she walked into another Italian Clothing store in order to browse or perhaps see if there was anything that caught her eye.

 

[Scythe de Zaran]

((I'll get the other posts up later. I have to go.))

((UNS - Will - Anyone can visit him))

Italy. Repubblica italiana. The country where the Vatican resided and a country that some misinterpreted as wine country. Nevertheless, the Satan Owl was at one such location: a vineyard. It was one of his vineyards although it was not obvious who owned the vineyard. Currently, Will was down in the wine cellar perusing bottles of wine. He paused on one and smirked as he read the label. This was Che's favorite. His student, no doubt, was running around Italy looking for food like a bum....as usual. This was technically Che's home country after all, and perhaps, he wanted to teach his sons about the country.

Many ages ago, the Satan Owl had sat in the Coliseum as a spectator. Actually, he was one of the influences to the arena's existence. He got bored one day and...well...the Coliseum happened, and so did the wars after it. As with any other country, Will had quite the number of contacts in Italy, and they weren't all related to the crime syndicates.

"Put this one off to the side," Will said to an Italian worker near the door of the cellar. "I will come back for it." He nodded and left the cellar, climbing the stairs to the ground floor. The Satan Owl was momentarily alone. Cerberus had returned, but upon hearing Serena's whining on missing him, the dog had gone back to annoy Serena. Those two were in some random hotel room most likely. Will could hear Cerberus whining to Serena about the lack of quality steak and food. The dog in fact had pushed Serena off the bed.

As the blonde devil sat down in a comfy chair on a balcony, he thought of the events happening around him and of recent events past. Sure, South America had been boring and funny. But on the airplane ride to Europe, the Satan Owl had noticed tension between Johan and Anya. They looked related, so much so that they had to be related. Will smirked. He hadn't noticed before because of Che and Roulin. And Noel had just gone off on her own plane, which was never as extravagant as Will's planes.  

[dragon-talk]

The Roman Forum. That was where Kate had been wandering a lot recently in the past few days. Italy was a country ripe with history and Rome was one that had tons of it. As soon as the plane had landed here three weeks ago, Kate could sense some of the escaped spirits had come here to hide away from her. She had been hoping for a rest from running around, but it appeared fate really wasn't willing to let her do her own thing once in a while. So while Che, Roulin, and Moli had been rummaging through the capital city of Italia for authentic Italian cuisine, Kate had been busy doing her job. She had bugged Roulin and Che several times during this little 'vacation' of theirs that they owed her big time in helping her close the Forbidden Door. But Che had always just brushed her off. It was getting increasingly irritating, so finally Kate had just given up and let Che and his sons do as they damn well pleased for now.

Now, the Eternity Owl was wandering the Roman Forum again. Coming up to the Umbilicus urbis Romae (see translation), Kate stood right before the ancient slab of carved stone behind the metallic fences that had been put up tin order to preserve the site, staring at the plate marking the stone. "Mars, god of military power as a way to secure peace... What would you think of this madness which plagues the world now?" she murmured to herself before turning away from the ancient ruin and continuing on her way through the Roman Forum, passing through the sightseeing crowds like a ghost herself.

(( Translation: "Navel of the City of Rome" ))

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For three weeks, Erin had sequestered herself away in her hotel room. Well, not exactly three weeks, but for the bulk of the time they had been in Rome. The Artistic Owl had just barely made it from the plane to her room where she all but collapsed to the floor inside the door.

The reason she had spent so much time locked away in her room had been a combination of things. First it was just because of that headache which she had thought she would get over with some rest. But when she had fallen to sleep that night... It was one of the worst nights ever for her. She didn't sleep well at all, due to horrible nightmares that plagued her throughout the night. It was flashes of her life with her parents in Brazil, and what had happened to them before she and Elle had decided to travel on their own. That first night she had woken up with a start, nearly crying out loud in terror, but she stopped herself before she could wake anyone else in the rooms next door. Though, by now, she was pretty certain of who was torturing her each night with those horrible dreams. Who else could it be but her own sister? Who else would know about what had happened to their parents?

Those headaches of hers... They had gradually spread to full body aches. She physically hurt all over. Sometimes, she couldn't even eat because she felt like vomiting even at the mere smell of food. Once she had eaten lunch with Cecilia, but had basically thrown it right back up as soon as she got back to her room. Today, Erin had spent the day inside, occasionally going out onto the small balcony of her room and gazing out at the Roman cityscape. She was tired, terrified, sad, and in pain. She'd noticed when she woke up this morning that the color of her eyes had changed. They were no longer that soft teal color. They were now more of a red shaded hazel. It was terrifying to her to think that her mutation was growing and changing. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't really talk to Elle now as her sister basically hated her now. She didn't think she could tell anyone else, not even her new-found friend in Cecilia, because Erin didn't think any of them would understand. The other reason she hadn't told anyone about her issues was because she didn't want them worrying about her.  

[Mahareshi]

"Do we look like Owls to you miss? Aye Rou, check out the Owls expert here eh? Regular specialist we got here!" Che was well aware of how Europe dealt with the subject of Owls. In most places, they didn't serve them nor did they allow them on their property. Che's natural italian accent was doing more than it should've and Roulin was impressed by his father's efforts to get them into such a nice restaurant. Although his body quivered each time he was forced to renounce his Owl heritage, he knew it was for a good cause. His father, a person who at one point was trying to kill him, was now trying to be a real father to his children. Roulin couldn't ruin that. His conscience would not let him.

"Wow." Lomoli murmured beneath his breath. His father knew just what to do and because Roulin was choking on the moment, Moli stepped up. "Yeah, check out this here Roulin. Genius at work. Just let us pass alright? Before we tell the manager you was harrasin' us." The blonde devil.....not Will....knew how to meld into the moment just as his father did. Silky blue eyes only helped him for the waitress seemed to be stunned by them. From that, she could tell he was of American descent. That was enough for her to take their trenchcoats, black pork pie hats and escourt them to the nearest open table. After being seated at a table in the center of the restaurant, Moli whispered to the only one who had been silent the entire time, "C'mon Roulin...if we're going to pull this off, attempt to blend in please? Do you not want your Shrimp Alfredo? Your Fettucini? Your ravioli stuffed with -- Kid....shut up....you're making my decision alot harder by doing that...."

"You can stop that now Che. Jesus....please stop that...." Roulin chuckled in tears. The two men before the raven haired tween performed well. Smirking now and holding his sides, Roulin admitted to the two, "I didn't say anything because you guys looked...natural. I don't need to help when you two have got this. Besides, look at them. Everyone's looking at us like we're mob bosses. We damn near look it. Suspenders, hats, coats. The only thing off is that you, Che, have on a purple button up with a lime green tie."

"Eh...Moli. Check out this guy here. Anyway, you're right. But next time, say something at least. Italian's like to argue kid. If you don't then you look like a paura piccola cagna. Looking like one of those is going to get our cover blown. Now, if you please, pick up that menu and decide what you want. We have business to discuss afterwards."  

[Luna Kosane]

By the time Cecilia had gotten out of the clothing store, she had a rather nice Italian purse draped over her shoulder. After all, no ensemble was complete without a purse to go with it. The Sapphire toned Owl's stomach began to rumble rather loudly reminding her that she hadn't since breakfast and that was Room Service. In fact, the only time she had eaten out was the other day with Erin, but other than that, she had eaten in her room. The restaurant she had gone to with Erin seemed to accept her despite her appearance, but she didn't know about the other restaurants in town either. Her first thought was to invite Erin to join her for dinner, but the girl didn't appear to be herself and Cecilia wanted to give her time alone. Even though Cecilia didn't want to eat dinner by herself, she didn't have much of a choice since everyone else seemed to be busy with their own affairs. The Azure Owl walked until she saw a small cafe where many people were sitting outside at small circular elegant tables enjoying the evening air while they also enjoyed a good Italian meal.

Cecilia walked up to the double doors and walked inside to where the Host was standing. At first he didn't notice Cecilia for he seemed to be confirming an order on the phone, speaking rapid Italian, which Cecilia could not follow. After he had hung up, he turned around to see the strangely colored female. Turning his nose up at her, he spoke "We don't serve your kind around here," he said speaking with a thick Italian accent. Please leave. There are other restaurants who will accept Owls." Cecilia's expression fell to one of disappointment. Yet this did not last long as an idea had developed into her mind. Tears welled beneath her jade eyes. "Y-You've got it all wrong," she said, her lips trembling. The tears were not authentic, but the host did not need to know that. "You see, I was born with a rare skin disease. My parents spent their entire lives trying to find a cure for me, but alas, there is none."

The host folded his arms across his chest and arched his left eyebrow. Right...how come I've never heard of this disease?" Cecilia turned her glistening eyes upon him. "Like I said, it's a very rare and terrible disease. There are infants who have died from it right after they were born. I was one of the lucky ones. Yet, even those who live...they only live for twenty-one years at the very most. At midnight, I will celebrate my twenty-first birthday with my own death. It has always been my dream to eat at an authentic Italian restaurant before that happens." The crocodile tears were now streaming down her cheeks. It seemed that her "story" had moved the host so much, for now he was crying as well. "Oh you poor poor girl! Of course, I understand! Forgive me. Let me show you to our best table." Cecilia wiped her tears away. "Th-Thank you. You are really an angel sent from above." As the host turned to lead her towards what was known as their best table, Cecilia's tears seemed to vanish and she smiled cheerfully. Perhaps she could look into an acting career once this entire war was over.

 

[Nicko1421]

In the three weeks which had transpired sense their adventure to South America Lucien had found himself settling down again, this time however he had saught the pleasures of a different sort of style. usually he could be found in European settings, that of a modern city, somewhere prosperous and flowing with potential, but now he sat in Romania, a country slightly outside of his usual patterns. He stood looking out of the country styled home he had rented for the past few weeks. He stared out into an endless sea of trees. He inhaled the cool air, feeling rejuvenated as it filled his lungs. He looked down the hill to the right of his house, in the road leading towards the main part of the real town he smiled as he watched an OWL girl playing with normal human children. For the past few weeks he had helped use his OWL powers to show that the OWLs were not monsters but people with special talents to help.

He laughed lightly, he felt as if he wasn't the same dictatorous leader he had been a few short months ago, could a change like this really occur in that short of a time? He brushed the hair from is eyes as the wind picked up a little. He stared forward again into the wafting array of pine green trees. He stepped out into the yard that surrounded the home on three sides. He slowly inhaled raising his arms up, feeling the naturally cold air flow around him. He exhaled loudly as he suddenly thrusted his arms out forward firing a ray of energy from his palm. He spun around slashing his hand through the air manipulating the energy like a flowing chain, he spun it, allowing it to flow with no sharp turns to keep its momentum high. He spun it around his body in a coiling fashion before he pointed to the sky firing it straight up into the air where it disappated. He smiled a littl, the pacifist life style hadn't made him lose his edge at least.

Happy with the results he walked down the simple stone road, this was a town with the necessities, but it was small there were only a few hundred people living in it currently. It was a town that everyone knew everyone in, peaceful, simple. He looked down at one of the younger teenagers, he was an OWL as well, his power was simple he was a teleporter, but was unable to teleport himself, not because he didn't have control over his power it was simply not part of it, like a water user not being able to control ice, some could, and others couldn't. He smiled as the boy displayed his power by teleporting a brick from a pile next to someone's house. Lucien hadn't been teaching them much but he often did give them words of encouragement. A piece of him wished that this could be his life forever, it was calm simple. But of course there were things that needed to be done, struggles that had to be barred.

"Using stereotypes like that is offensive to Italians." Anderson said as he placed his hands on the group's table. "Looks like nothign ever changes. Three weeks back home and still you guys can't help but argue. You need to split up a bit, maybe some time away from each other will lessen that ever growing anger vein that bulges from your forehead everytime you talk to each other." He said with a happy grin. He blinked a few times, his eyes had remained normal, instead of their silver shade, as for the wound he had sustained from Soleil way back when had recovered itself with "skin" Anderson wasn't to sure what the affects of the wound were, but it didn't hurt and now that it had healed over it had all but left his mind. Anderson looked towards Roulin he raised an eyebrow and thought for a minute. "Hey Roulin?... You look different without Cecilia clinging to your side." He said with another smile, he was joking of course but Anderson had yet to poke fun at their relationship yet. Over the course of the three weeks he had been in Italy he had yet to return to the house he grew up in, the one Dante and Rochelle raised his sister and him in. Perhaps it was a silly emotional disconnection that kept him from returning there but for some reason he couldn't, not yet at least.

Adam sat cross legged in his seat. Holding a book in his hand he skimmed through the words littered on the page he flipped the pages every 30 seconds or so. As he looked up he looked towards a portfolio, it had a list of The Night Owls and Fallen phoenix members which had been spotted inside of his territory, sense Europe was under his jurisdiction he had to keep an eye on them, but the ones that had been tracked down were simply having a vacation, nothing in the least to suggest a malicious intent. He wasn't to concerned about their staying in Europe, it was a big place unless they saught eachother out there was universally no chance that they would run into one another. As he returned his attention to his book he wondered if Timothy had another set of orders for them or if they were going to continue their previous course of action.  

[Mahareshi]

"Heh. I think at this point ol' spongey over there knows I love him. Ain't that right Rou? For your sake, I'll stop with the accent now," joked Che while scanning the menu again. As expected, there were many things on the list that he hadn't had in a few decades and Lomoli's selections only made it harder to choose. The portraits of the dishes, which never looked that perfect upon completion, was also factoring itself into Che's life or death decision. Taking his eyes from the folds of plastic and paper, he looked up to his family. The only family he had left. "Yeah, you do look different without Cici by your side. Tell me, does your arm feel better now that there isn't a person attached to it? Haha!"

"Eh....shut up please. I just want to order something, listen to what you have to say, then go somewhere and sleep alright? The Fallen Phoenix is here and I want to be rested for when they show up....what happened to Mr. Serious huh? I thought you wanted this mission to go without any problems," chided the raven haired four suites leader. Smirking at his own reminder, he looked over the menu at Che who couldn't see his smug grin. "I don't mean to be the Devil's Advocate here, but we do have a job to do. Badda bing, badda boom as you would say."

"Hehe. I suppose you're right....you cheeky little b*****d." Che conceded to his son, then leaned back before slightly loosening his dark green tie. "This guy. Anyway kids, this is it. We're going to do something we should've done a long time ago. In Italy, there is a UNS building. This one is different from the ones we've been in. This is where all the Owls information is kept alright? Simply put.....we need to destroy the building."

"Really?" Moli interjected with a look of remorse. "The more I hang with you guys, the worse my resume gets. Anyway, we want to take out this building huh? Why? I thought you loved the UNS? Attacking their building will make you a real terrorist you know. What we've been doing so far is just....activist crap. This will be major dad."

Che's eyes turned to the waitress that was assigned to them. Young, dark haired...new to the restaurant and more than likely wanting a tip when it was all said and done. In a smooth, but accent filled voice, she asked, "Buona sera, Presidiomnis. Cosa ti piace bere per questa sera?" The elder italian was taken aback. She knew who they were and even flashed a bit of her Owl powers to let them know she'd appreciated what they've been doing for the Owl world. Smirking back, Che replied as suavely as she had spoken to them, "Una bottiglia del vostro miglior champagne se vuoi mia cara ragazza. Sono colpito dal fatto che sei stato .... tenere il passo con noi. Se non ti spiace mi chiede, quando è il vostro prossimo viaggio?"

"She speaks english you know? I can hear her thinking complete thoughts in english...I can also hear you flirting. Ms....Sogiulli? Just bring us what the man asked for alright?"

(1. Good evening, Presidiomnis. What would you like to drink for tonight?
2. A bottle of your finest champagne if you will my dear girl. And I'm impressed that you've been....keeping up with us. If you don't mind me asking, when is your next break?)  

[NeophantomX]

Itachi smiled as he watched amaya walk around the roman colliseum likely with no real destination in mind or if she had one she was well..... lost. Itachi and his wife had come there to see the colliseum but since tourists would get in the way itachi and amaya used there powers to keep everyone away from there for awhile at least. Amaya shorted out the power there and itachi made the temperature very uncomfortable until it was all closed down. Itachi currently sat high up in the colliseum looking it all over before he joined up with amaya to explore a bit more before leaving. It would be up to amaya to choose where they would go next as Itachi had taken the day off from training to enjoy somde peaceful quality time with his wife. " Hey are you allright down there? It may bde unstable in some places be carefull that you dont get hurt allright." said itachi calling doswn to his wife.  

[Solaris Beauty]

Amara had allowed her natural hair color to return as well as allow her hair to grow out and trimmed it in the fashion that she had wanted. Being in Italy was beautiful. She still hadn't told Lucien of her pregnancy and she was already in her second trimester. She wore loser clothing but still stylish. One thing Amara was no stranger to was shopping.

Amara had grown tired of sitting in the hotel room and decided to go grab a bite to eat. She had picked up a nice little outfit as she glanced in the mirror and smiled. She then left as she took a taxi to the district that was popular with food. Amara payed the taxi driver as walked unto the sidewalk. She soon found a quaint place and walked in. Immediately her eye fell upon a young woman with white hair. Cecilia. Amara walked towards Cecilia and smiled. "Excuse me but is this seat taken?" she asked her with a smile. She hadn't really gotten to know the cosmic owl, and she felt that it was time for her to do so.

Vincent had allowed for his natural hair color to begin to grow back in and he was now more helpful to his group than ever. He had grown closer with Lucien and was in Romania helping him out with other OWLs. Vincent had to admit, he liked it here way better than France. The people were just grateful for help, and this made him feel emotions he had never had.

Vincent walked up to Lucien and smiled. "Things are really coming along here Lucien" he said with a wide smile. Vincent wanted to help and continue to learn from Lucien whatever he could.

Jeannie had of course done nothing but shopping since she arrived in Europe. She stayed between Romania and Italy quite a bit. She was now in the streets of Romania looking for Lucien and Vincent. Within the last three weeks, her and Lucien had been spending more and more time together in their mental world, nothing sexual, just talking. She wore a simple white piece that made her blue eyes really stand out. She was working with young psychics, some could only read minds others, telikinetics or dreamers, etc, but none the less she was happy to help.

Noel smiled as she had made her purchase of some new heels. She smiled at the cashier and walked out. Noel loved everything about Europe. She had even purchased some wines from Italy. Currently she was in England. She had matters to take care herself, and the break from the others was much needed...especially Will. Walking down the road she proceeded to talk to an ambasador who was staying in England...perhaps she could get some favors done for her.

Aeon sighed. "Where the hell is LaMoli?" she asked herself. Aeon felt like crap and there was a good reason, she was enduring through the agony of the withdrawl of Kick...she needed some badly. Aeon sat on the floor in her new clothing looking at the empty vial. Her eyes were bloodshot and her skin was pale. She hadn't ate and anything she attempted to just ended back on the floor. Inhaling deeply she crawled back on to her bed as she stared out the window.

Elle had been to herself. In fact she had stayed in a different hotel from the others. For the last three weeks she had been infiltraiting her sister's mind, with the help of Jeannie and Amara's powers, not to mention her own strength. True it was harsh...but Erin was traitor in Elle's book. Elle sat with a laptop at a coffee bar as she awaited a meeting with someone. She continued to type in a rhythmic fashion.

Sabrina had traveled back and forth between New York and South America...that was still her territory and the fact that Sydney had destroyed it had pissed her off to no avail. She was now at the house that Timothy had owned sipping on some red wine. "Timothy...what's going on in your head?...." she asked. Her mind was wandering and she didn't know why. She ignored this feeling and continued to sip on her wine. Hopefully she would get a real response from Timothy for once in a while.

 

[Luna Kosane]

A waiter had come up to the table and set down a glass of water in front of Cecilia before handing her the wine list, setting an Italian bread basket in front of her, and the menu. The Cosmic Owl chose one of their fine red wines. After the waiter had left in order to give her some time to look decide on her meal, Cecilia began poring over the menu as she nibbled on a breadstick. Everything seemed so delicious. This was authentic Italian food, there was nothing "American" about this. Cecilia planned to enjoy this time of relaxation that she had before she was forced to get back to work. She would take advantage of this mini-vacation. The Sapphire female heard someone approach and assumed it was the waiter. But when she looked up, she found herself looking up at Amara. It was rather strange seeing the girl with silver hair instead of red, but Cecilia would grow used to it sooner or later. "Oh no," she said waving Amara to the seat across from her. She could see the small bulge, which the Psion was clearly trying to hide. Looking from the bump up into her eyes, she spoke in a blunt tone of voice. "So when are you going to tell Lucien that he's going to be a father?" she asked not beating around the bush at all.

 

[Mahareshi]

Timothy went unnoticed as he strolled about the streets of the Teshio district in Hakkaido. His dark purple shirt adorned with a Mr. Saturn illustration and his black pants which extended far past his ankles gave him the look of a white haired emo. In the part of Japan he roved, that was the style. His hair had grown out, finally covering his left eye partially. They the slivers of silver strands, his dodger blue eye could be made out. Wearing no shoes as usual, the Herald continued down the street inconspicuously.

~The usual. How to keep The Fallen Phoenix safe so that I may kill them myself later on. Besides that, you and Rage. I take it you're not so happy our tainted sister has been, for a lack of better words, raving your district?~ Timothy joked with his cohort and opposite. It wasn't often that he found himself grinning, but when talking to Sabrina, or chiding her, one could barely be removed.  

[Solaris Beauty]

Amara was surprised that the woman was so blunt. She had taken her seat and smiled at her. "Well if it was his, I'd probably tell him...truth be told...I don't know who the father is" Amara said as she looked out of the window. She then burst out into laughter and looked back at Cecilia. "You're observant....but to be honest, I really don't know" she told her. "It's harder than some people may think...everytime I try...something comes up" she told her.

Amara then grabbed a menu and began to study it. Everything looked so good to her. She decided she would start off with a salad, then probably a lasagna...and desert...yes everything sounded great. As the waiter came back, she ordered her house salad with vinegar.

She watched the man walked off as she looked back at Cecilia. "So, how are you liking this lifestyle so far?" she asked Cecilia referring to the traveling and constant fighting. She smiled at the young blue woman as she was trying to get to know the girl, maybe even befriend her.

Sabrina closed her eyes as she sighed. Of course I'm not...she's going to mess around and destroy everything...she needs to be killed...as much as it saddens me...it's an action that is inevitable she said. She sipped on her red wine as she climbed onto a chair and looked at the scenery. Where are you? I'll come join you, I feel like I haven't been doing anything but sitting on my a** she said to Timothy taking another gulp and letting her hair down for now.

 

[Luna Kosane]

Cecilia blinked her jade eyes once. Twice. Three times in bewilderment. Her lips twitched into a smile of understanding. "Well, I can't argue with you there. It took me forever to finally tell Roulin how I felt about him. I don't want to think about what would happen if I ever ended up pregnant," she chuckled. She could have mentioned that she had been pregnant before, but she barely knew Amara and the only person who knew of this so far was Roulin. She hadn't trusted anyone else with that information. The waiter came back, surprised that another person had joined Cecilia, but he took Amara's order. The Cosmic Owl ordered the Chicken Fettucine along with a Caeser Salad. She would wait until after she ate to order a dessert. It was possible that she would fill herself up on the meal itself. "Well, I like it. The traveling isn't so bad, but the fighting does get a bit tiring after awhile. But I have to admit, after being homeless for a little over fifteen years of my life, it is nice to have some roofs over my head."

 

[Mahareshi]

~I see. As much as I'd like to put an end to her rampage myself, I cannot. Not yet. She's still serving her purpose unknowingly, but like all things, that won't keep her alive forever.~ Timothy decisively replied to the herald of earth. The Spectral Owl changed his path when he started off to the left of the corner he'd reached. His intention was to keep straight, but now, he felt the need to become still....to relax. The pallid haired elder took a seat in a restaurant's outside table. A cool breeze came over him causing him to lean forward in both pleasure and nipping pain. When was the last time he indulged in a simple breeze? He knew Raven's location and he could feel that no confrontation was taking place over in Rome. Che was there and so was his child Roulin, the current Life Owl. Undoubtedly, the place would become a hot zone soon enough. Until then, he could sit with his fellow Herald. ~Maybe because you have my dear...heh, you can find me in Japan. North Island of Hakkaido. Trace my signature and you'll find me.~