Jericho: Mentions: Goddess and Blade

Jericho wanted to continue talking with Goddess, however a familiar face came back around, and it was one that he wasn't happy to see again. Blade?! He's still kicking?! He stayed dead still for a moment, however when Blade asked him what he was doing, he merely said "Talking to her... that's all." He got up and took a step away from Blade, knowing the power he had, however the look on Goddess' face made him even more confused. "Wait... you're his mother?" Jericho asked her, now more confused than anything else.

Ankoku

Ko listens to his words, nodding his head here and there-showing him that he's taking in his words. He was ready for training, anticipation in his eyes, and his heart was beating in excitement. He removes his sunglasses from his face, the man's rainbow eyes gleaming with joy-it all changed when Cero called her over. Out of all of the people, why her? As she approached, his face went red, and his heart was beating more than before. He stares over to Cero, his lips parting to speak. "Ce-Cero sensei. Do I have to train with, um, her?" Gesturing to Shi, his hands now start to sweat.

He stares briefly at Shi, the woman's icy demeanor not affecting him a single bit. Ko's legs start to wobble, and his ears burn with embarrassment. What the Hell is going on? Did the woman put some sort of spell on him? "I, uh, I ca-can't." Shaking his head, then he grabs his katanas, then scurries off to the woods to calm himself down. His hands shake, yet he knows that it wasn't out of fear. It was a different emotion. Something he's never experienced before.

Zaphara

Zaphara was leaning against the window with her eyes on the forest. Hearing the words of her child, she turns to her and sighs. She was going to reply to her child until Dia suddenly hugged her. She sighs and rakes her fingers through her hair. "I cannot make your father happy. We're both in love with two different people." She scoops Dia up, going over to Aztec, picking him up as well. "Mourning is a process that humans go through. Everyone experiences it. Your father is sad, but after time, he'll get a bit better." Carrying the kids back to the room, she drops them off at the door-not letting them inside the room just yet. "Losing someone hurts. Very bad, I mean." Her eyes filled with sadness, "My boyfriend, Cero, was hurt when I died for those past two years. The death of someone changes people. Dia," her eyes turn to her daughter, "the reason why I gave you to your father is so he can spend time with you. Get to have a bond with a child he never knew he had. I'm glad you met Glory, glad you see someone else as a mother figure." She smiles weakly, "I'm not a good mother due to the stuff I do."

She stands up, lets out a sigh, and begins to think. "Go play outside with the other kids, but don't wander off too far. Also, Tavu and Wraith did steal some cookies from the cabinet. Don't each too much-since dinner is being made." Ruffling both the kids' hair before entering the room, approaching Jackson, and sitting down beside him. "How are you holding up?" She asked quietly, keeping her eyes forward as she gazes out of the window. "Dia's worried about, you know. So am I." She's keeping her voice low, wanting to keep this conversation on the down low in case someone is trying to eavesdrop. "Losing someone you love hurts terribly, but there are still others that need you." Zaphara turns to face him, "Grief isn't an easy thing to lose. Especially over the one you love." She kept talking with him for a bit before standing up, placing a hand on his shoulder. "How does a walk sound to you? It doesn't have to be a long one. So you can get a whiff of fresh air."

Ava || Mentions: Lucille

Laughing, Ava shook her head, "Kick my ass? Sure." The woman was limping now, whether doing it on purpose or not, she scoffed at it. It was a simple window, how could she be hurt that badly?

However, she paused as the womans' eyes turned a suspicious dark color, and Ava's head was throbbing again, gripping her head with one hand, hissing through her teeth. Damn, this lady was certainly stronger than it seemed, guess the term 'Don't Judge a book by its Cover,' suits this situation. No biggie.

Kneeling on the ground, Ava steadied herself, clenching her jaw tightly as her mind was in a swirl of pain. Damn it. Digging her fingers into the ground, closing her eyes tightly, she grunted before her eyes opened wide, flames in circular motion flowing in and out of her eye sockets, a slow, pained smile on her face. Little red and orange streams of small sparks made their way towards Lucille, small, narrow, and pathetic looking. They made their way up to her feet, and latched themselves onto the rough fabric, lighting her footwear on fire, beginning to climb up her legs.

Ava || Mentions: Lucille

Coughing, and spitting blood, she gripped her head, her breathing becoming rigid as the pain swelled. The ability of Lucille's was simply irritable, as she was about to send another wave of fire towards her way, she looked up to see she was using dark energy to protect herself from the fire, and laughed quietly. Finally. Been waiting to try this out at some point~

"I'm already in hell," Ava smirked, and stared Lucille in the eyes, and reached a hand out, pain swirling around her. The dark energy that surrounded Lucille was slowly being pulled away, being sucked into Ava. Now, she had two choices. She'd either take the entire ability for herself, or she'd keep a small bit of it, and just drain the dark energy from the woman. She'd prefer the first choice. "You have no idea who you are messing with, do you?" Ava growled.