sinister v e n g e a n c e.

[Mayiamaru]

"Trespassing and theft." Skye answered plainly, but he was sure that he was sentenced for something a little more than that. He had seen that judge before somewhere, but he couldn't remember for the death of him... He murdered so many in his time and his book wasn't with him, so he didn't know.

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

"Hm..." Eleven murmured, raising an eyebrow and glancing at Skye. "That's all?" she asked, as if she was surprised that Skye had been thrown in prison for only that. Eleven sighed, placing her hands down upon the table top. She leaned a bit forward in her seat, looking at Skye. "I could probably bail you out..." she said, but her voice made it seem that it was more like an offer.

[Mayiamaru]

"Probably... You would have to speak with Judge Mizaki, however. That woman is not one to be reasoned with." Skye said, letting out a slight breath. From that trail, he could tell that Mizaki loved her job and that she is very blunt. He could also tell that she hated those without a straight answer. Dealing with her would be difficult, but possible.

[Pockyy]

The smith nodded, quickly going into a room farther back. He came out with an array of swords, handing one to James quickly. The boy catched it, though he was surprised at how heavy it was. Walking back a few paces, he swung it aimlessly around his head, gripping with one hand and striking quicker jolts with two. The sword seemed very heavy in his hands, the blade a little thicker and bigger than he would've liked. The smith watched him with eagle eyes, grabbing another sword as James returned with the heavy sword. "Try this one." The smith grunted, handing it over as he took the one James just had. The fair-haired boy swung it again, happy that it was lighter than before. The sword was unique, different from the many swords he saw standing around the sides of the room. The cross-guards had carvings on them, though James couldn't see the intricate design in the darkness. The grip was made of a tightly woven rope, with a blue sapphire as the pommel. James slid it into a leather scabbard, holding it out for the smith to take. He was left lingering, because the smith said, "You can have it for free, if you can beat me in a fight." He mused a loud, no hint of threat in his voice. James looked up at the burly man, a daunting prospect for any beginner swordsman.

"Fine." He replied in monotone, unsheathing the sword quickly. The smith picked up a sword before walking around the worktop. He swung it expertly in front of him, holding it tightly with two hands, the blade poised at James. The boy stared in bewilderment before running forwards and swinging it at his sword. The fight lasted quite a long time until James managed to nick the smiths hand and watch the sword clatter on the floor. The smith held his hands up in defeat, before stepping back slightly. He turned his hard eyes onto James, boring into his face as he frowned. "You must be a Rider." He began, silencing James' weak protests. "I won't uncover you, though take good care of that sword. It was forged by the ancient races and only a Rider could wield it so well. Take care." He then turned, picking up the sword and replacing his stock. James nodded a silent thanks at him before jogging back to the park.

Xaphira nudged the leather bag towards Mayia. "It is my doing Mayia, so please take it in exchange for both your hospitality with us. It is very dangerous to be with me and my rider, it is the least we can do." Xaphira said, snorting a thin line of smoke into the air.

Mizaki sat in her office, a log fire burning as many bookshelves reaching from the ceiling to the floor towered around her close to the walls, like the walls had been replaced with bookshelves, each row containing their own specialties. The room was dimly lit, though it showed signs of aging as the mahogany coloured wallpaper began to peel next to the gold edging. A quiet knock and the creaking of the oak door got her attention as the woman of hypnosis snapped her blood red and icy blue eyes up. It was Olah. A small smile played on Mizaki's lips, a lingering question that echoed across the vast room. "And what might you be doing here?".

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia just shook her head again. "I-I couldn't..." She said quietly, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. She had to admit that they needed the food, but to take it from someone else who also doesn't seem to have a home, it wasn't something she's be able to tolerate. She hid her eyes behind her hair and Hunter looked at Mayia, waiting for her or Xaphira to do something.

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

Eleven's lips spread into a wide smile, her eyes gleaming with a devious spark. "Then I don't suppose a machine gun aimed at her head could convince this judge to release you?" she asked, joking, but something about the way her lips were curled back and the way that her eyes narrowed gave off the impression that she was not fooling at all.

[Mayiamaru]

"I suppose that would bring you to rot within the prison as well, but I do not see how it would release myself." Skye said plainly, not really in any rush to get out since he did trespass. He really didn't care what his intentions were at the time, but he was caught, so it would only be fair to be punished accordingly... But five years was a little much.

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

Eleven sighed heavily, rocking back in her chair and setting her feet upon the table. "It was just a suggestion..." she mumbled under her breath, glaring down at the floor and crossing her arms as she spoke, like a disappointed child who had just been denied the permission to do something dangerously stupid. Eleven sighed, flopping her head back and staring up at the ceiling. "But, I do have enough to get you out of here..." she said, placing a hand over the compartment in her thigh.

[Mayiamaru]

Skye thought it over for just a second, his hands crossed across his chest and his eyes shut as he contemplated his thoughts. "Would my release truly be beneficial to you? The drive for an action usually has a motive meant for one's self or for others. You and I are not close, nor are we related in any way. What is your motive for having me released?" Skye asked, opening his eyes as he questioned Eleven. He wasn't one to want thers to waste things like money on the likes of him. It was more convenient to just accept the consequences.

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

Eleven watched Skye with eyes filled with curiosity, her eyelids sliding halfway shut. She frowned deeply, her eyes widening slightly when Skye questioned her. Eleven turned her gaze to the floor, narrowing her eyes and clenching her teeth. "I... I just don't think it is right for you to be locked up like this." she murmured, averting her gaze from Skye. "And besides... You said it yourself, you and Rioku are a part of each other... It would be a shame to keep you two apart." Eleven said, folding her arms even tighter over her chest.