James Duneaway's Story

As the psychic lightning rushed towards Vitas with deadly intent it would only strike a portion of the building that suddenly began to outcrop between the two as reality within the dimension began to shift and change in a new and exciting way and allowing for James to suddenly step in and offer his employer a helping hand as to leave this ever changing locale. The butler was rather stern as his posture remained prim and proper whilst he began to step in front of Vitas only to give slash at the air before them with a strange device creating an exit for his boss.

"The preperations have been made. Might I suggest you not waste time here whilst there are more important things that need discussing. You are on a tight schedule. I've also taken the liberties of have a meal prepared for you upon your arrival." The Butler suddenly took up a boxing position as strange circles of arcane energy formed around his fists. "I will cover your departure ma'am."

As the energy raced towards her, what wasnt stopped by the movement of the surrounding buildings as James arrived, was easily blocked by a strange unseen barrier that sparked briefly before fading away. strange designs and patterns floated off her hand as she gave the Marine a sad look as somehow what looked to be a branch of flowers was in her hand.

She had no sympathy for the Marine now, none whatsoever. There was no way he'd survive James' onsalught even with arcane advanced weaponry and armor, not after she was done with it. "Ah, thank you James, I had given him the optio of leaving yet he screams at me..." Vitas replied as her Butler arrived. the strange symobls faded from her hand. "I am rather hungry.... I...." She trailed off, she felt something hauntingly familar. No. it is impossible!! She thought recognising the feeling of power from someone she had once loved.

She went back to the present then as time had seemed to completely stop, the Marines attack, her butler speaking, she needed a moment outside of time to think something carefully. her mind made up time returned to normal. "thank you James, I am rather hungry. here, let me weaken it for you, it wont stop screaming, and it called me a witch..." James knew better than t oagree with that assessment, Witches and Sorcerers were after all completely different things entirely.

With that said she raised a hand, and the landscape shifted around the marine. the buildings began enroaching, shifting neverneding as they multiplied in a kaeldiscope of sounds and movement, rolling and enroaching upon the ground. "Do be quick James, or come with..."

Good thing was, both James and Vitas power was multiplied in the Mirror Dimenesion by thirty fold. All because of the dimenesion they drew their power from. An ancient dimenesion outside of time. The portal swirled into being aloowing Vitas a way out as James took up his stance. She then wrenched her fist towards herself, aiming to take the Marines neverending screaming from its throat by removing the tongue.

Of course she was curious of what this... creasture could do since it so forcement entered the Mirror Dimenesion on its own.

The Grey Knight narrowed his eyes at the two in front of him, it seemed that the witch did not come alone. It did not matter, his faith to the Emperor of Mankind would guide his hand true this day and he would avenge the fallen with each blow. However the entire place began to shift and move, such a thing like this would confuse most mortal men but not him...He closed his eyes as he channeled his Psychic might.

The First Psychic power he activated was 'The Quickening' Which would allow him to better perceive his opponents moves and 'Veil of Time' his gave him the power to witness the future. And he could already see events, the witch using some kind of mirror magic to rip out his tongue.

He did not care for the confusing space around him, he only had one mission in mind now. Prevent the witch from taking his tongue. With one final psychic power, he called upon the 'Might of the Ancients' which bestowed him appareled strength to deliver righteous retribution.

She seemed adamant that she could easily take his tongue...she was very wrong in this aspect...Using 'The Summoning' and creating a small rift. The Grey Knight would suddenly appear in front of the woman in a surprising maneuver. She may have expected him to march or charge his way over here. However with this maneuver his fist was already in motion and it was already primed to strike the woman right in the gut with the full force of a superhuman, Terminator armor, and great psychic enchantment. This blow would at best punch a hole right through her. At the very least it would hurt a lot.

Everything stopped, either she had seen the future as he hadm, or she simply was not there ? No, she was standing right in front of him as his fist moved so did her hand. Eldritch energy caught he fist easily and held it there, however the movement and force behind the fist did push her back a dozen paces before she used her strength and pushed back, easily lifting the marine, by his armored index finger into the air and then launching him straight up with her magic. Sheer power moving fast and freely. Launching him away.

She opened another portal. with the intent of getting away. The meadow beyond had a rather inviting building in the distance. Somehow she was either leading him on, or something as she some how seemed to see into the future. She made to flee, but as she moved towards the mortal she seemed to bluew, fading into nothing with her butler James.

A flick of the wrist and the floor shifted into strange paths as a MCEcher world took shape. The portal was the end point, getting there was a maze. She and James started for it, stairs and paths forming before them as they ran. they split up. Moving fast as the strange world bent and twisted into new directions.

When she seemed to be heading clearly for the exit she actualyl wasnt. She was headed directly for him.... From somewhere. Sheer edlritch energy formed upon her hand in a Mandela pattern as she slammed into the center dead on, with what felt like all her power but was really a fraction of it. She slammed her fist dead int he center of his chestpiece. Forcing out his Astral projection as for his body time slowed dramatically as she allowed herself out of her own body. They were spirits fighting in a strange plane. But she had knowledge of the plane.

And simply pushed him away from his body before backtracking two paces. With the spirit dead, the body was dead. She charged her magic, on the spirital level, it was strong as hell. Eldritch might surged forth at the spirit of the Marine. But rather than outright kill it steadied him upon his feet in the spirital realm of things. She opened a fan of eldritch magic and fanned herself. "This seems the only suitible wayto get my point across.... freak.... I am not a witch. never was, never will be.... I gave you the option to flee. But you chose instead to die...." She turned away then, there was no sympathy for the man...thing, none.

Her back to him she waited for his next words.

Everything went awry, his...spirit was now forced out of his body. The witch pretty much confident of her victory. Damnable creature, he has failed in his duty and in which had failed the Emperor. Tricks...Damnable tricks had gotten him killed, she somehow knew about his knowledge on the future and used that to her advantage.

He did not care however, he simply pointed at the witch in front of him. "Finish me off them witch...You may have killed me but vengeance will come for you...The Emperor watches over us all and when others know of this know that you will never sleep. I curse your damned witchcraft, mankind...no...the universe would be much better off if you just rot in the shadows and die wretch...I hope everything in your possession dies, my brothers shall avenge my death tenfold witch. Your head will lay on a pike as a reminder that not even your kind are safe from the Imperium..." The man spoke as suddenly a glowing light erupted from his body.

Even in this dimension, even from here the Emperor was truly watching over him. Such unfathomable power and peace radiated off of this light. However his soul could not be received yet could still be felt...

However, this radiant light that took the space marine seemed to grow brighter. Even more power flowed from it was a figure. A human in golden armor appeared. A man, a human man which radiated such power appeared in a spiritual form to give her one, and only one warning. "I understand that you were confused, however I will not stand for the blood of my people to be spilled. You were warned, the people here were defending those that cannot fight yet you butcher them for defending this planet. I will only warn you once...If you dare threaten mankind I will not hesitate to end your existence myself. So here is what I am saying, Give me the souls of the dead here and cease actions against mankind. If you refuse I will not let you leave here alive...I am giving you mercy, so do I make myself clear?" The man spoke firmly. He may seemed like a man but there was something vastly different. A human with such vast power, would she take him seriously or ignore his warning?

Vitas smirked "You're not dead.... If I wanted you dead I'd have burnt you alive within your armor before you took one word at me" She said. She fanned herself as he cursed her out. "My my my all those curses, heh.... Dont waste your breath dear fellow. I told you again and again, I am not a witch, I am a Sourcerer. You are in my realm. I go where I please when I please. You're not dead"

Shifting her footing slightly time caught up and the Marine was pulled back into his body as if he never left it as she simply stood before him, her hand inches from his throat. "As I said, you are not dead.... yet...." her gaze turned towards the god emperor. there was something of sadness in her eyes.

Then she smiled. "You may think you rule everything, But I came here, sought information, instead I am given fear and death threats and fired upon. It was either me or them. But. They are not dead... yet... well... one might be, but the rest are not." She raised a hand, a snap of the finger and the buildings enroachment halted, moving backwards with clacks and groanings back into proper place only a single soldier of the dozen or so men was truly dead. "Their spirits are yours, I have no need of them. What would I do with someones soul other than examine it or poke it ?"

She snickered again pointing her eldritch fan towards the marine, "I gave him the chance to leave but he chose not to. Truly you jest. I am human just like you, Just like them" She nodded towards the Guardsmen as they picked themselves up, their fallen brothers apparently rezzed before their eyes as time reversed their injuries aside from the only one that had thrown his knife, rending from her the locket about her neck. The spirit of the slain soldier simply stood near his body, clueless "His soul is yours."

"Now, As I told you, I do as I please when I please, where I please, now if you will excuse me I am running late for an important meeting and I am also rather hungry. These men are yours so as soon as they... and you, exit here I shall be on my way" She opened a portal for the guardsmen to exit it lead right back into their compound building as if nothing there was desturbed. Infact it looked cleaner than it was when they left it.

It was weird. She never gave people a second chance, she never had any sympathy for those who wronged her, ever. But she was letting these men go. it wasnt that she outright killed others that wronged her or threatened her. It was simply that she wanted information of where she was. It could have been fully avoided actually noew that she thought about it. She could have simply asked for directions of where she was, and that would have been it

These people were trigger happy

Infact she did have a rather important meeting..... With the man that broke her heart twenty years before

As the marine entered his body, he was still ready to fight however the hand of the Emperor prevented him from going forward. "I don't rule everything, I am just a guardian of mankind. I do blame some part on the defenders however blame can be rested upon you as well. You did not have to drag anyone to this plane, you could have spoke civily and the men would have not been so eager to open fire. However, I can see you rather just leave. It does not matter anyways. We both have important things to take care of." The man spoke as he gathered the soul of the slain Guardsman as he and the men alive began to wander to the exit.

"You may have been asking for directions, but no one asked to be dragged into a different dimension against their will and killed. You may have spared some but you still killed some...And I can sense you could care less if you killed a planets worth of people without so much as a second thought. You can do what you want, but if it involves mankind and the Imperium I won't be talking next time...next time I will just end one of your lives. I can already tell what you are, but I shall not waste any more time." The Emperor spoke as they exit the dimension.

A spark of blood red formed int he middle of a street, spinning rapidly in a counter clockwise direction before widening into a full blown portal from farmland to that city. Moving sdwiftly as to where her butler had indicated where their room was to be and her meeting to be kept she smiled,. Ah food! Lovely wonderful food! James had indeed come through with her desired meal preperations as he had said!

Perfect!

As she sat down to eat she forced a smaller portal, one as big as her fist. Sending out a letter of some form, magically created, with Marks name upon it. And her parents, her deceased parents he had killed in Egypt when he broke her heart, seal under his name. He'd know exactly what it meant.

She sat down to eat. It was about time she had a traditional Egyptian meal. A good dozen thugs milled around the eating place, making themselves scarece and just barely seen but close by as she ate. Ahhh james had come through for her once anew. He was then seeing to their stay asnd room prepreations with the inn owner. Ahh. Perfect.

All there was left to do was drive the last nail into the coffin. Her former fiance's coffin.

Oh how she wanted to see the look on his face when he got her letter. But no, she was starving.

The butler was always close by as he watched his charge devour the meal set out before her. Her meal itself was crafted and picked by James and consisted of an assortment of cheeses, primarily a well aged Rumi and a few slivers of Hulumi brined to the proper specifications, with several loaves of bread and butters. The primary dish itself was a bowl of bamia bi-lahm which consisted of cooked okra and lamb and a heavy tomato sauce with a variety of herbs to accompany its taste. A pot of tea sat next to her meal with an empty cup and a small note revealing that it was Kushari tea. Along with it she would find a bowl of sugar and a bit of cream to go along with it if she so choose. Her needs would be fulfilled under her butlers ever watchful eye.

Aboard the Silver Eagle

Mark would find the serenity of his power nap disturbed by the sense of something magical appearing in his vicinity, and then something landing in his lap. Sighing, he opened his eyes and sat up in his chair, looking at the sealed letter. It smelled of a place nearby; somewhere he'd been to before. Looking over the seal was enough to know who sent it, but spurred by curiosity, he opened it.

His name. That's all it read. He was silent as he stood and put on his coat, securing it and making sure it looked nice before raising the hood and taking a deep breath, stepping backwards into a transport array.

Across the table from Vitas.

Mark plopped himself into the chair across from her, and would likely not be recognized until he plopped the letter on the table, saying nothing. His beard had been freshly groomed, his coat washed, his boots shined and his body rested. He looked like he could take on the world at the moment, though he didn't feel like it. Would be too much of a hassle. For a while he said nothing, crossing his legs a bit, his ankle on his knee as his fingers entwined in his lap and he leaned back and to the side, leaning particularly into the arm rest on his left side, which also meant that it was his left foot resting on his right knee. A strange move, since the last time Vitas had seen him, he'd only used his left Gauntlet, not his full armor.

Still he said nothing; he didn't even look directly at her, but at the butler-type man who stood nearby, analyzing him for any signs he could be a potential threat. Once he was content that he wasn't, his vibrantly dark brown eyes turned to look at the woman from under his hood, a dim bronze glow back-lighting his irises as he looked at her.

He'd let her speak first.

"You are not an Elisar" She said simply a moment or two after Mark easily landed in his seat. It wasnt like brute forcing a portal those transport arrays, but they did the job pretty well. "Are you ?" Her orange eyes stared at him, there were flecks of black and red in her eyes. A sign of her sheer power.

Surely he wondered how she was still alive. She poured a cup of the tea for herself, flicking her nail into the sugar bowl to flick a bit of the sugar into the tea before pretty much dipping her finger into the cream and letting it drip into the tea off her nail before taking a sip. "See something you like ?" She asked him as he stared at her.

If he did tht would be a mircale in and of itself. Mostly because Mark had broken their engagement, and killed her parents. On the same day. The result. Her magic finally surfacing as her parents had longed but never got to see. She poured another cup of tea and held it to him "Tea ?"

"No." Came the simple reply to her question of both his not being an Elisar, and seeing something he liked. When offered tea however, he paused, then shook his head. "No." he repeated. He leaned further into the chair and rested his chin against his hand as he looked lazily at her.

"Mark Wolfe, at your service. Your once husband-to-be, and since slayer of your family. Shame, that. Your parents were decent folks." he said, however despite his sincerity in his words, there was none in his tone, nor any remorse. He'd come to terms with what he'd done, he had moved on. "To be truthful, my orders were to kill everyone in your house. Couldn't find you. Then look at the mess you made in Cali."

He sighed and shook his head, yawning and stretching his whole body out, a few joints popping before he relaxed. "So then, what can I do for you, Talak Horde of Cairo?" he asked, calling her by her full name. His full name was mostly on display; however there were other names she would know him by. Code-names, mostly, and of his old affiliation with the Elisar Clan.

His faintly glowing eyes peered in to hers. She held great power within her...she was powerful indeed. But when it came to combat, and the use of Magic on the fly in combat, he had her beat. All he had to do was tap into Kalda's power and experience, and use that. But sheer power, if she got the jump on him, she'd win. No questions asked.

Good thing he wasn't here to fight.

Vitas smirked and set the cup in front of him. he could drink it when ready. "Yes, You could not find me, because you broke my heart, then by your own words. Killed my parents. Their servantea, and then left" She smirked. "And look at your luck, twenty eight years later. You find me in California. Of course by that time I had made a name for myself, My adopted parents taught me well. Better than yours. In many respects."

She never was one for telling her past, she hated the man in front of her for breaking her heart, she never let go of that locket. Thinking of which she held it out "I still have it, Even when you broke my heart I kept it." He already knew what had happened, why he couldnt find her when he was to kill her. Quite honestly he didnt want to do it, he'd just broken up with her, and in her heartbreak she tried to kill herself, only to pretty much fall into the lap of her new family dead on at the time.

"When they heard we were engaged, betrothed, the lockets..... They were horrified that I become an Elisar. But I have you to thank quite honestly. I was planning on killing them the night of our wedding. You broke my heart, killed my parents and their servantea and never found me. And then you get to Califonira, to Ruth Big. Baba Yaga herself... And then... you kill me."

Yep

Mark had killed her, slit her throat, destroyed both of her kidneys and her liver, exactluy like he had done her mother, throat slit, kidney and liver gone, the work of an artist. "Now... your next question no doubt, is how am I still alive ? How are.... we.. still alive. Spike you killed, I brought her back. My magic, brought us back"

Ok, wait, magic brought her ba... oh shit

"And now you ask me, what can you do for me ?" She held her hand out towards her butler, the suited man handed her the desired item. She held it up, and let it unroll for Mark to see. It was written in nine different langauges, including draconic, Eagle, Tigris and six other Mortal langages. But it was the seal that had the undevided attention, it wasnt even her seal or her families seals. It was the Templar Cross, her Templar Cross, with the crown of thorns around it "Recognise this woman ?" The image was easy to identify.

It was Marks adopted sister, Serena Elisar. And by look of it, Talak wanted her... alive. "Who was it... that spied on us when we traded lockets ? Was it her ?"

She handed the wanted poster back to her butler then sat back in her chair "Why did you come to Sacremento, what drew you there ?.... Why..... Is it so easy to take one life.... but so hard to lose one ?"

Mark ignored the tea that was set in front of him, though he did enjoy the smell of it. It seemed she still knew how to make good tea. With that in mind, he thought about the good things about Talak, she was smart, independent, strong, and now powerful. She didn't compare to Elsa, but then, that was a bit of a biased decision. The fact that Blackmane and Snowfeather let him engage in a relationship with Elsa during his first years in Arendelle puzzled him, as the only time he'd tried it before was with Talak, and they beat him senseless for it.

He looked to the scroll as it unfurled and stroked his beard gently. He made her wait for his answer a bit before he nodded. "My adoptive sister. I'm inclined to tell you however that if you go after her, I will go after you again." he said calmly, finally moving to take a drink of the tea, taking a swig and letting it slide down his throat.

"You always did make good tea." he commented softly.

To her next question he downed the rest of his tea and set it down on the table. "That question is what drove me to California; the loss of life under my command and protection. I'll admit I was conflicted when I learned you were the Templar Grandmaster. Conflicted and confused that you had survived, and that you had gone down such a dark path." he said. He uncrossed his legs, his foot hooking the leg of a nearby chair and dragging it over to him, putting both feet up now.

"You do know that the way of the Templar is corrupt and not worth the journey, right? The brotherhood isn't much different, but at least we fight for the people's freedom to do as they please. You fight to control them. People do not like authority. I thought you of all people would know, Miss "I'll kill my parents on our wedding night if they disapprove"?" he leaned forward to stare her in the eye. His tone wasn't mocking, in fact it was quite dead-pan and calm.

"Why is it so easy to oppress life, but so hard to free it from oppression?" he offered in response to her last question.

"If you can send her my way would be nice, then I wont have to go after her, to thank her." That was really all she wanted to do now that she knew who had spied on them when they exchanged lockets, their engagement. If it wasnt for Serena spying on them and reporting nearly a year later to Marks adopted mother and aunt, and then him breaking her heart at the time she would have never sparked her magic. Thanks to Serena, Vitas had her magic, like her parents had wanted.

"When I heard that it was you who was hunting my underlings in several zones I refused to believe it until you were in my wardrobe in my bedroom waiting for me to berate my men for waking me up so foolishly." Vitas smirked. "You saved me the trouble of killing my own parents because of their stubborn focus for me to be greater than I was, when you broke my heart their dream was realised, but I found a new family. A family both abusive and loving at the same time. I put their regime down through Ruth Big, who wanted out of my circle. So we made a deal, and I honored it... and then you showed up"

"With Thomas and Maureen Warmoon dead, I rebuilt Sacremento to what you found, a thriving city packed with people willing to work and learn. Everyone was happy before you showed up and began wrecking the system we had so carefully set up. The children were well cared for and well fed, the adults had jobs and worked, the streets were clean, even ther hoverlanes were clean. AZnd yet you changed all of that. We had order, stablity, peace."

"Do you call that opression ? When everyone was happy, healthy, peaceful." Apparently Vitas was not the same woman he had broken up with, he had changed her, sure he'd made her cold to love, ruthless and evil to many of her men. But she cared for the children. She was a Templar, but she was different. Most templars craved and held onto their power, but apparently, Vitas Warmoon had instead shared her massive house with families, children.

"You call it Peace? Where people are forced to learn your doctrine without a say in what they want? Forced to either go be a worker or to be a servant? You call what I toppled peace? Sure, I get where you're coming from; because it is peace. but it is forced. It isn't how Humans like to live. Any who say otherwise are brainwashed. People hate Authority, Talak, they don't like to be made to things. You should know that of all people. You, who agreed to marry a boy who your parents didn't approve of. You, who was planning on killing your overbearing parents. You, who used the Assassins to kill the Templars that originally inhabited Sacremento only to replace them with yourself." Mark snapped, his voice never racing, but his tone harsh and stern. He took a sip of his tea after wards.

"To tell you the truth, your regime was mild compared to every other Templar regime. Very mild. But still it was oppressive. America used to be the land of the free, and Templars have ruined it. What I did started a chain reaction. America is in turmoil as the people form Assassin Cells all over the Country. The Templars can't win. And the only reason I haven't tried to kill you yet is because I've already done it once. I don't feel like killing the same person twice." he added with a much calmer tone, leaning back into the chair once more.

"I'll tell my sister you send your regards; but I won't bring her to you." he finally said in regards to his sister.

"People can be bought with money. Each man, woman and child learned, and grew in peace under my control. They made things, they made money. Had happy safe homes. No bad medical aid, fake sense of security. you name it. under my command they had medical help, money, homes... peace." Talak growled out.

She produced a fan out of nowhere and fanned herself a bit in the midday sun, even though they were under a roof of a freestanding structure at the time it was quite warm. "And then you come along, and disrupt the peace. Crescent City left us alone for ten years wherein peace was esatblished after the destuction of the old order. I made peace with Ruth Big... Peace that you broke."

"I was planning on killing my parents should they not approve of you, But it was you that did so instead. My adoptive family gave me my new name. And I had them slain by Ruth Big. she wanted out of our arrangement, I gave her a deal, she did it, I let her be. My regime was one of peace. Now those children will suffer, Where they once had peace they now have war." She smirked then

"Good, I'd hate for it to become a habit" She said in regards to him not trying to kill her a second time. "But yes, my regime was.... different. Had my parents raised me as intended, and had we married, I'd have become an Assassin, like you. But instead, I became.... different.... thanks to you and your sister" the fact he'd send her regards wasnt enough. Vitas wanted to do it herself, simply say thanks. Because honestly if it wasnt for Serena, then Talak's magic would have never surfaced and she'd have left hetr home with Mark like she had hoped.

Finally she took a sip of her tea, then asked "Where is the black bird you were with ?" She meant Sazhori, Fior all Mark knew they had parted ways after they left Sacremento months before, truth was, she was somewhere in Vintu at that very moment. "The woman with Hematite eyes ?"

Mark let out an unamused "Hmph" at her words. Things would have been very different if she had married him, if she had become an assassin instead of a Templar Sourceress.... Very different indeed. But where she had him beat in Magical Capability, he had her beat in Physicality, they were at odds with one-another, equals yet also above each other at the same time. He finished his tea as she spoke of how she planned on killing her parents, and how she'd hate for killing her to become a habit. He'd be thorough with the next time; making sure she'd have no way of coming back.

"Sazhori? Dunno. Lost track of her a while ago; stopped following me around." he turned his head to look at her. "Why do you care? All she did was make sure I didn't die." he said, squinting a bit in intrigue.

Vitas smirked. "You saw and felt my power. What I can do. Who I can punish." She filled his teacup, the ceramic bowl glittered with the drink. "You saw me.... make a Relic... And yet.... you still came to my home.... personally.... and fought with me.... and ended the victor." She raised her own refilled tea up in a toast. "To that is a point, in your favor"

Vitas smiled then after taking a sip of her tea "Is that her name ? Beautiful to be sure. I do believe she is near, I feel her magic... or of one similar to her" Vitas smiled and shook her head briefly, "No matter. She killed Spike. It still surprises me that you can make yourself look different. And yet...." She smiled then, a truly strange yet oddly not evil smile, something of a happy smile

Finally she asked out of the blue entirely. "How is Zhao Yu ? Havent seen her since I..... transformed her"

A sleek, sand-and-black, high class governmental transport vessel zoomed through Vintu. It was on it's way to Vien, carrying noble passengers for important causes. The emblem beneath was instantly recognizable by travelers on the long road between Freeport and Vien below. Some made sport of pointing it out.

Ryan Berentes gazed wistfully from a window port on the governmental transport vessel. He had much to do when they arrived in the great city of Vien.

Mark grunted, nodding in thanks for refilling his tea. "Yes, I felt your power; I'd like to avoid doing it again. It was not a pleasant experience... Besides, if you tried it now, even you would be horrified with what you'd turn me into, even if it only lasted a second." he winked. "As for winning; well, once I had your heart in my palm again that was easy, now wasn't it, my dear Lady Warmoon." he smiled, sipping at his tea after placing a cube of sugar into it and stirring.

"You'd be surprised at what I can do now, Lady Warmoon. I've come a long way since killing you. As for Sazhori,... I honestly can't say what she's up to right now if she is nearby. Could be aboard my ship for all I know." he shrugged.

"Ms. Yu? She's alive. A shattered, scared mess of a woman, but alive... pity, she was so pretty I was sure someone in Arendelle or the Mythic Realm would try to court her.... Now she's a bumbling fool of a woman... no thanks to you." he stated. At the slight look of surprise Mark smirked, letting out an amused half-chuckle before taking another drink and setting the cup down on the saucer. "Yes, your magic wore off; it took some... wrangling, of course, but she returned to human form. I must say, I hope you've gotten better at Transformation magic, no clothing when she came back. Not saying that was an unwelcome sight but, still. Little embarrassing for anyone else." he shrugged.

Out of sheer habit alone his eyes darted to the car as it rounded the corner, heading down the street this little cafe was on. It mattered not; he had no contracts; No Targets to take care of besides Draco, but he was of no concern right now. Now, he was focused on Vitas. At least for a small while longer; until he finished his tea.

Her gaze briefly caught sight of the Aaethertruck as it drove past. Interesting design yet nothing really eye catching aside from the man in the window looking out as it passed by. "You know then what I can do, that is good. We are on even ground." She gave him a steely look. "You had my heart once, but the night we were to marry. You threw it aside as if it were useless."

"Your ship ?" Vitas then asked. Of all things, "I was not one to ever assume you were a sailor" She mused, it was true, Mark didnt look like a sailor type whatsoever. the mere thought of the pesky Raven nearby had Vitas already plotting her revenge.

However it was the mention of Miss Yu being a shattered broken woman after her spell wore off that had her undevided attention. Reaching into her sleeve she removed a small flask of a sort of white ceramic "Give her this, the spell was to end after a week as if it never happened, no mental damage, nothing changed whatsoever to her memories or skillset. Give her this, and it will remove all the damage incurred upon her" She set the flask, no larger than a common bottle of pills on the table next to Marks tea bowl

At his look she smirked "No price, no questions asked, I made a promise to her that the spell would wear off after a week as she did protect my pet at the time. I mean to keep my promises" She said simply before refilling his tea bowl anew and taking a sip of her own tea

"Still... I have you to thank for many things. I cannot help but think, if we had married... My magic never surfacing... What would that entail for you ? Your family ?"

"Not just a sailor, but a Captain." he corrected, tilting his head to either side slowly to stretch the muscles in his neck, deciding to get more comfortable before he finally left. He was about to speak again before she produced a small flask containing a potion. This potion would rid Yu of the torment of being a Tiger? So simply? What was the catch? There had to be one. He stared at the bottle as he reached out and plucked it from her hands with his fingers. He felt no ill magic about it; yet also nothing particularly good, either. It was just a regular potion.

"Even as a Templar Grand Master you retained your honor and integrity.... that's one of the few things I still respect about you...." he said calmly, pocketing the potion. As she went on to ask the question of whether or not they'd gotten married as young kids he shrugged. "Who knows; you'd be an Assassin, but I wouldn't be where I'm at, either. You would have walked down a different, perhaps less dark Path, but I wouldn't have discovered my true purpose or path in life... not really a fair trade if you ask me." he explained, shrugging afterwards. The events following their wedding would have been extremely different than the ones that had taken them to this spot in time since he broke off the relationship entirely, and killed her parents

After that, he finished his cup of tea and stood, raising his hood an fixing his coat before turning to her and giving her a nod. "Well, I'd be lying to say it wasn't nice to see you again, but I'd also be lying to see I'm happy to see you again. Do with that information what you will; just stay out of trouble or you'll be seeing me again soon. Good day." he said calmly before stepping back through a Transport Array, vanishing from the room.