Kirsty followed closely behind her leader, Ruikan. A slight skip to her step as she hummed a soft tune. A cute smile on her face, her dark blue hair tied up in a small bun on the top of her head. She looked quite small following Rui because he was so tall. As he walked into the room she followed him, leaveing the doors open behind. She took her place next to him, sitting in the farthest chair to the back of the room, the chair on his right hand side. She folded her hands neatly on the table and looked up at him with a smile as she then looked to the door and awaited the other members, her feet gently swinging under the table.

His foot now entering the doorway, the dark gray cloak flowing behind him, it's folds upon the front portion for where it was steadily wrapped around his shoulder area with care. He would slide his hand, gently gliding it upon the edge of the door slightly, his hand abit clenched upon the rim of the doors opening. Expression a tad bit serious, although more of an kind demeanor, although he himself may not look it. His footsteps leading him into the room, he would take his seat, being two seats off from the leader, Ruikan and about one seat off from the second in command, Kirsty. His posture firmly planted into the chair as he would cross his arms for a brief second, his eyes closed, then switching it to where his elbows were upon the table, hands folded with his fingers entwined with each other as he would look about, his gaze being averted to different views, between Kirsty and Ruikan, curious about the outcome as he himself would wait for the entry of the others.

Upon entering the room Spitfire glanced at both Kirsty and Ruikan, his eyes lingered on Ruikan the longest. His face emotionless and blank, within his right hand he held an assassin's blade with which he was twiddling through his fingers, spinning and flipping it in many directions, but after each time the blade was always caught in the exact same position it was originally held. It was a 14" long short sword, its design foreign as the blade curled in abd out of itself. The handle was Dark blue and also designed foreignly. Spitfire sat down on the farthest chair from the three that had already entered, watching them closely with his blank face. Continuing to toy with the short sword, he placed both feet on the table and leant back in his chair, not once did he look at the blade while he was playing with it. Also it was surprising to see Spitfire with a weapon for once, he usually kept away from them, but this one he took a keen liking too. He took a deep sign and slipped the blade into its sheath that stayed strapped to his lower back in a horizontal position. Yawning he waited for more to enter.

Slevin walked into the room and sat down next to Spitfire and stared at the ceiling waiting for the other members to arrive. He was in his cloak and pants, but he had left his weapons at his house. Slevin turned to Spitfire and whispered, “What is going on?” He glanced around the room getting to recognize everyone’s energy. Then he matched the energy to the rightful person. He then glanced at the door as he felt a familiar energy level and two unfamiliar ones. Slevin slouched in his seat and waited.

*hikaru casually entered the room and sat next to slevin, he scanned the room and sat quietly wondering why he has been summoned, he sat quietly and fiddled with a kunai spinning it on his finger waiting for someone to talk*

a sudden bump came open along the doors left dark corner.the bump then started growing with the walls minerals then came open with a figure leaning against its wall that went by the name of ras. his hands were crossed and wondered why he was called. he looked at everyone noticing a few familiar faces and some new ones.he gave a large sigh moving his hands behind the back of his head feeling his brown hair around his hands.he wondered if any other members were left to come and was completely quiet watching for any fighting movement or such.to keep him interested he continuously snapped his middle and index finger across eachother with a flame appearing then vanishing in a pattern wise movement.

A figure dressed in black slowly walked into the golden shine of the main building of Eternal Guard, the elegant corridors passing him by as he ventured forth seeking the meeting room. Upon his tall elegant frame was a tight black tactical uniform with midnight black mithril fittings, his face hidden by a black mithril mask, hiding all his facial features except his eyes. The eyes themselves were a piercing silver hue glowing inside the mask, no pupil or definition visible.The figure had his hair up in messy spikes, cut relatively short and black. His elegant steps carrying him without noise. As he walked forward throughout the white halls, his uniform quickly shifted from the midnight black to a dull white, blending with the walls. His mask changed as well, even his blade harness changed to a dull white. This was his Camo magick. It allowed him to stay hidden in certain situations. Even his hair changed to a dull white as the magick took over. The figure was Alexius Vitae.

As Alexius neared the door to the meeting room, he slowly picked up the object he was carrying behind him, an enormous blade of 6 feet. Alexius slowly made sure his own clasped greatsword Seva Kryos was secure upon his back. He then opened the door to the meeting room. His elegant steps took him into the room and he noticed the others, 2 females and 6 males. His eyes locked upon the one he took to be the leader. Alexius picked up the blade and tossed it down on the enormous table in the center of the room, the blade crashing down with a loud noise, fresh blood still dripping from it. It was the blade of his fallen opponent.

Alexius looked to the leader with a look of slight amusement in his eyes. He then walked over to an empty seat away from the others and removed his blade from its harness, setting it down against the chair, he sat and waited for their impending reactions. His eyes lingered upon the short spritely looking girl seated beside the leader longer than the others. It was the girl he gave the flower to...A sense of warmth entered his eyes then quickly faded as the usual blankness took over, his eyes fading from a piercing silver to a static white. His uniform stayed the dull snowy white as he let the magick stay idle. It gave him a slightly angelic appearance. Alexius heard their breaths as if they were his own. They were gazing upon the blade. They had to have been.

She stayed smiling as she nodded to everyone that came in. She listened to Rui's deep demonic voice speak as she looked at all who sat around the table. Her feet stopped swinging under the table as she started to settle in for the meeting. She thought all was here until a man dressed in all white walked into the room, tossing a blooded blade onto the table. This made her jump slightly as she looked at him curiously, he was the man she had met the other day, the one that had given her the dark rose. Something about this man was mysterious,feeling both dangerous and safe.

A small smile appeared across her lips as she looked down at the blade and kept quiet after hearing Rui's question asked to everyone. She wasn't sure whos blade it was or why it was bloody, she hoped someone else knew these facts. She pulled her hands off the table and held them in her lap as she leaned back a bit in her seat and looked down at the floor waiting for someone to speek.

His gaze averting, looking at everyone at the table, he would cross his arms, looking upon each member. His eyes, just wandering about within the room. Clothes ruffling a slight bit as he would watch around the room, carefully inspecting each persons traits, acknowledging them considerably, then his gaze averted to the leader and his second. As if thinking in an ominous demeanor, his eyes turning into a squint and reverting his gaze back to normal, he would close his eyes, slightly pursing his lips so as to speak. "So... what are we doing here.. and how come you have summoned us?" One leg crossed and placed upon the other, as his arms themselves were folded. Taking notice of that bloodied blade, curious as to why it was there infront of himself, he would turn his gaze, now in a more discernible tone, looking upon everyone in the room. He would consider the sword a tad concerned about it she himself asked. "Why the blade...?"


He himself, was inquisitive as to how come they were most humbly summoned, in a moments notice, curious as to this, he would await a reply from either. His serious demeanor painted and masked upon his face. Barely revealing any form of any lighthearted appearance nor attitude.

Spitfire remained as he was, holding the hilt of his Short blade still. He watched the sword letting out no sound, his expression that of thinking and his eyes unmoving from the sword. The blood upon it was tempting but not strong enough to make him move. He yawned and let out a sigh while he did so. He listened closely to all said not answering any questions or looking at anyone.

Slevin listened to the leaders words and sat there thinking. He then looked at the bloodied sword lying on the table and was again thinking. Slevin then mumbled the words, “Whose sword and why the hell is it like that?” He then caught himself staring at Kirsty, the energy she gave off was cheerful and was what he needed at the moment. He awaited to see what was going on with the other clan members and hoped to get a explanation.