(( Wouldn't want to. Ink Might kill me.... If you guys ever find me.... mwahahaha! ))

[(Alright.)]
"You will see why, should it come to that time.." Reaver says, as yet another chain falls from her seeming to fade away in a shiver of light just like the first. Already, Reaver was planning for the third question, something a little more straight forward then the other questions. "I will count this one as two questions.. Thus depending on your answer, you could lose two chains, and this question is nothing that could be answered lightly, for it is based more on your opinion then upon any real details.." Reaver says, taking a short moment to pause before he would ask the question itself. "Do you find yourself as an ally to those others with the rings? If so or if not. Would you fight against them, taking into consideration that their cause is one that was not given to you by choice, but actually forced upon you by others.." Reaver says, as he sits there calmly, awaiting her response. He figured this question could move both ways, but he knew he had ways to tell if she was lying, so her best bet was not to lie and get herself into more trouble. Should she lie, he would go with the lie, but her death would come sooner then she may expect.

Tellyah took a deep breath, sighed, closed her eyes, opened them again and bit her bottom lip. Knowing that with every answer that pleased him a chain faded away, she - at first - decided to just fabricate a simple back-stabbing story. That was her initial reaction, then she thought about his question in more depth. "I'm not going to lie to you," she said after a few silent minutes. "I know that if I do, you'll just kill me. Hell, you're probably going to kill me if I tell you what you want or not. " She forced a laugh, and sighed then shook her head. Choosing her words carefully, she began her answer: "Besides their names, I don't know enough to risk my life protecting them. You saw how they treat me: like a unwanted outsider, an adult in a children's game. That's all it is for them really, a game. They aren't responsible enough to take care of themselves, let alone the world. They're only children. Sam's 12, Ink's 13, Rin is 14 and Zen is 16. At 18, I was the oldest. I can only assume that El chose me to play babysitter to them. I had enough of that at the factory. Oh!" she exclaimed, beginning to get angry at the fact she could so easily tell everything to this stranger. "You don't even know about the factory do you? It's where I've spent the past 10 years of my life - since I was orphaned. Slaving away, working day and night never knowing if I'd have food to eat, or somewhere to sleep. I understand that you think I'm a whiny teenage brat, but I am so much more." She began to breathe harder, letting anger course through her veins. In the distance, the water in the lake began to bubble in waves. "I was trained to be a spy, a bounty hunter, and a killer. I was 10 when blood first stained my hands. By the time I was 12, I'd already more than dozen people." Tellyah closed her eyes as her memories came flooding back. Her anger faded into despair, and self loathing. "I killed so many people, I don't deserve to play super hero." she whispered, tears streamed from her eyes. "I'll give you all the information you want on the others - what their weaknesses are, and the like. But I won't help you kill them. I don't want their blood on my hands too." She wanted to wipe the tears from her face, but with her arms and hands bound, she couldn't. "You have you answer, Mr. Reaver. You have your Goddamn answer." she whispered in a pained voice.

A simple chuckle slipped from Reaver's lips. This was interesting a born and bred killer he had chosen. With water manipulation, that was a decent combination. "Three." He says, waving a hand in her direction to accent the fact that three chains now shimmered and vanished from restraining her body. He chuckles and lowers his hand, two more questions it seems, and she would be able to prepare herself to attempt to flee, or decide on a few of her own actions. "You say you are a bred killer, that you have taken many lives.. What draws you to protect those that only cast you out and treat you less then you deserve? What do you gain from not defeating them yourselves.. Even if it was not to the point of death, but only the point of defeat? Are you afraid they may over power you, or that you're too weak to finish the job?" He asks, sitting up straight and leaning back against the high back of the chair, his gray eyes watching her closely. He was interested now, a born and bred killer, who would've thought he would find one at such a young age as eighteen.

Tellyah laughed. "You're just too much, Mr. Reaver. Too much. I'll tell you a little story." She had turned on her cynicism - the easiest way for her to mask pain. "My entire family died when I was 8 years old. I was the eldest child. I had two younger brothers - they were twins; my mother, who was heavy with another child - about 6 months along, if I remember right; my father, who was a recovering alcoholic and my paternal grandfather, who was a war veteran. My father worked everyday in the fish market, or on the boats. I don't remember what he looks like. He was never home long enough. My mother, bless her soul, took care of us the best she could - even with all the nagging of Grandpapa. He hated her, you see; thought she was a dirty slut." Tellyah paused for a breath, and laughed. "And she was. I don't look a thing like the man she called her husband. But I'm getting off track, aren't I? And they're all dead so what does it matter?" The water in the lake behind them began to become more and more wild; sloshing and circling - forming small whirlpools. "If you must know. I'm trying to repent for my sins."

((OKay so Wren ha been keeping me up to date, on story plots, but where are the orphans and where is fred group SORRY ABOUT THE ABSENCE essay for english))

"You wont gain anything from attempting to repent from a sin. As long as you can fight, you have no reason to repent. If you can fight, you can stay alive." Reaver says, as he slowly shrugs his shoulders. He was not all that intrigued by her past. Though he could tell it effected her in some way or form. "The final question.." He says, while the chains that restraining her started to shimmer and break away, the last ones both at the same time. He smirks, as he slowly rises to his feet without actually moving his body. Turning to the side and moving towards the lake he grins and turns around completely to look in her direction. She was free to move now, but he still had one more question to ask."How strong are you, with your element?" He asks finally, half intending to see if she would be daring enough to attempt showing him her limits, and just how strong she was with her element. Though she didn't have to, she could simply continue talking.

Tellyah let out a ragged breath as the last chain broke away. She stood, stretched her arms above her head and flexed her fingers. It felt good to finally be able to move again. "I'm not strong enough to fight you Mr. Reaver. Not with water anyway. I've already lost consciousness because I over-exerted myself. I don't feel like loosing it again." She sat on the arm of the chair and looked at him. "Is it my turn for questions yet?" He seemed to be pleased with the information she had given him - why else would he have let her go?

"No stamina? Why am I not surprised.. You lack the ability to form and manipulate water, to do more then that little whip of yours from previous? No manipulation of it's forms I imagine, no ability to control it at a great pace then a small stream. How do you expect to survive in such a world as this? Reaver says, as he slowly shakes his head and takes a step backwards, the water behind him raising up as a thin wall, and then shooting forwards with tiny droplets instantly crystallizing into ice. If she wasn't going to attempt, he would draw her range of skills out of her. Ice was still water, she should be able to manipulate it in an abundance of ways. But did she have the ideas, the skill, the beliefs? He would need to find out, soon enough whether she had what it takes to commit any sort of defensive or offensive attacks. "Fight until you drop from exhaustion. Only then, will you be able to ask questions. And the number of questions will only be limited by the length of time you can continue fighting.." Reaver says finally, as his attack is sent forth.

Tellyah gritted her teeth and stood. "Tough love?" she mumbled. "I never was fond it." She formed a ball of water. Maybe I can- she thought, picturing a shield. The water did form into one, but it wouldn't help much. She formed an icicle spear in her other hand. "I told you El never taught us anything!" she yelled. Then a thought occurred to her. Dropping both the shield and the spear she put her hands out in front of her at arms length, focused on the ice crystals and flung her hands apart. The wall of ice parted like a curtain and fell to the ground around her. She let her arms drop to her sides. "You mean to work me to death? Is that you're grand plan for killing me?"

"Fighting with an element.. It's as easy as using your imagination and considering what can be done with that element.. With water, it flows as freely under any command. All you must know is a little about what it can do.." Reaver says, as he smirks and raises a hand. This time forming a sinister looking blade from the water in the air itself and then waving the weapon around a few times. "With creation. If you can see it, you can make it.. With manipulation, if you can make it. You can move it and form it.." He says gesturing forwards with the blade, as it shoots forwards extending like a long pike with the point aiming to pierce through her body. It was water though, her element, she should be able to fight back in some way. "Water itself, can be hardened or softened to be as hard as steal, or as soft as cotton. If you really wanted it to. Make it ice or make it an intense jet of pure pressure that could cut diamonds.. It's very versatile, after all it has three forms and can be found almost anywhere." He says, as he watches his attack go through, he was curious how she would dodge, after all this spike wasn't moving all that fast.

"You're mad." Tellyah said. "You're absolutely crazy." She had to get out of here - where ever here was. She thought quickly and ran toward the lake. She ripped the ugly dress she was wearing off to revel that she was still wearing a bathing suit. She dove into the water and swam a few feet out. She kicked for the surface, thinking: I'm like Poseidon. I can control all the waters of the earth. Once her head broke the surface she said out loud. "I can do anything." Making the water act like the jets Reaver had mentioned, she flung herself into the air. Using the same jet, she sent a stream in Reaver's direction - only, when it were about a foot from his face she turned it to ice. She smiled as a small cut formed on his cheek. "It appears your training me. Why?" she called out.

Though the ice slashed across his cheek, his entire body seemed to ripple and then reform as if it was made out of water itself. "Training.. Maybe. but for what purpose? That is a better question isn't it.. You ask why, learn. And maybe one day I'll be willing to let you know." He says with a grin, almost instantly he was moving forward with the use of his normal element, the wind. Skating across the surface of the water as if he was as light as a feather. Moving towards her, he smirks and thrusts a hand towards the water's surface. The wind itself crashing into the water, and causing bubbles to form beneath the surface, slowly the bubbles were forming up all around here, and then just as suddenly the water beneath her exploded in a large blast of wind and water, in an attempt to send her up into the air. "You claim to have killed so many people. But did you do it with these skills that you have? Or was it more close quarters combat that has gotten you to where you are?" He asks, as he continues moving along with his winds to stay above the water. His gray eyes staying locked on her form as he moves about.

"It is so much easier to kill people with guns." Tellyah said. "So easy, you don't even think about it." Tellyah did a backflip and dove into the depths of the lake again - only to come up again seconds later. She leapt up and froze the water beneath her, making an ice disk. "This, as you said, requires thought and imagination. Both of which I never had time for. My mistake." Tellyah laughed as she surfed around on the waves. "If you weren't trying to kill me this would be fun." Getting back to the matter at hand, Tellyah made the water begin to spiral. "You know we're at an impasse now, right? There is no way I can defeat you."

((Hey, I'm getting offline. I'll check back tomorrow sometime. Don't hurt Tellyah too bad. ;)

Plus... Hey Sezumie! Sorry that nothing is happening with Ink. Yell at Zelda about that. ))

[ =3 Ink's probably having another argument with Justin over some random thing~ but I will once he gets on and posts!]

Zen woke up from his dazed "Hey what the hell happened"

"It should move from being a form of imagination, to literally less then a thought. You should flow as fluent as water, make every move precise combine the three forms of water. You're already learning, all you need is the skills. But you're right, you still do not have the skill needed, but then again. Defeating me is not your primary objective.." He says with a grin, in a moment his body would dematerialize as if he was in fact the wind. Soon he was upon her, the water around her being thrust downwards by pure air pressure pushing it away from her while he materialized behind her from the winds that flowed freely above the waters. With the water pushed down around her, it left her in an opening before a fall in the air. He wouldn't allow her to fall though, forming behind her he thread one arm around her waist, the other sliding up beneath her arm, a blade materializing with a shimmer that was to reveal the use of Thoughtform creation, as he holds it to lightly press against her throat. She wasn't being attacked, at least not in a way that would cause harm. She still had the waters that could force through his wind if enough pressure is pressed into them. But for now, she would feel as if she was standing on the ground, yet she was in the air. Wind solidified at her feet, with him intertwined to hold her there before he speaks with a slight smirk directly into her ear. "Guns may be easy to kill in a flash. But a blade is more personal. Guns may be stronger and easier to hide. But the power you have with that ring of yours, will outlast even bullets once you have enough control with them. Killing could be as easy as a shard of ice, and would never leave a trace.. All you need is to follow the correct path. There wont be much killing should you return to the other's.. Only their blood being spilled and soon yours as well. That is what you need to think about.." He half whispers, his warm breath brushing against the side of her neck just beneath her ear as he speaks to her, his lips curled into a grin, while he awaits to see if she would submit or retaliate.

Ink and Justin walked over to Zen, but they were arguing, loudly. Over something that really didn't matter at all.
"I told you your wrong!" Ink yelled.
"No! You are!" He yelled back, and looked at Zen,"Huh, new friend?"
"Yeah," Ink helped Zen get back on his feet,"You okay Zen?"

"You're such a tease, Reaver." Tellyah said in a hushed whisper. "What will you do to me if I submit now?" Tellyah looked at the water below, far below. He could kill her, that was always an option - especially now. "How many lives have you stolen? How much innocent blood covers your hands?" Tellyah left her arms at her sides, fully intent on submitting - it was then that her survival instinct kicked in. She knew it was risky, but she spun to face Reaver and felt the sting as his blade traced a thin line around her neck. It wasn't enough to kill her, but she had given herself a very large handicap. Using Reaver's advice, she formed a blade of ice and held the point to his chest - directly above his heart. "An impasse, once again." she said, the blood slowly trickling down her neck.

"Plenty.. Enough to know that keeping a number would be a waste of my time." Reaver says with a chuckle, she was learning that was good. Moving forwards, and pressing his body into her blade of ice, pushing into it and forcing her to begin to impale him. Of course he was never finished with an attack or defense the blade that was in his hand shimmered and extended in a moment, the curved blade of a scythe arcing around her shoulders with a sinister gleam off it's black and silver blade. "Impasse, impasse, impasse." He says with a chuckle before slowly pulling the scythe towards him, not enough to harm her, unless she would press against it. His other hand raising and grabbing at the blade of ice, in an attempt to pull it to the side and away from his body. "You were raised to kill.. Why would fighting such imprinted habits help you? Stop fighting such urges, you're fighting on the wrong side. With your skill, you could teach every one of those other ring bearers a lesson.. After all, all you would need to do is remove the ring, and then they would be powerless.. Don't you think? You could take the challenge, retrieve their rings and defeat them.. They do not need to be killed, after all." Reaver says with a grin.

"We can't take the damn rings off!" Tellyah yelled jerking her arm back, making the blade disappear. she let her voice drop, and continued, "And I'm not a bad person. I'm not evil. I can't be." Tellyah felt the blade resting on her shoulders and fought her urge to run. "Why are you trying to turn me against the only people I can call family?" she asked in a pleading voice. That's when it hit her, the reason she had been protecting them: she felt guilty for not being able to protect her family during the hurricane - she had felt weak. Reaver could teach her to be stronger, but at what cost? She had already told him everything about the others. He had nothing to gain from training her; and if he killed her now, he wouldn't have to fight against her in the future. "Why have you let me live this long?" she asked, again in a hushed whisper.

((Wow you too are the most active ones))

(( lol. It's because we're in a totally different subplot. And well, I have nothing better to do with my time. :P ))

"Yes, I wonder why are you letting her live this long, dear Reaver..."

Ludwik whispered to himself as he lay away from the battle that was going on with Reaver and Tellyah. He hid upon a long, thick tree branch with his leg crossed over one another, blending in with the tree's shadow very nicely with his dark outfit. He held blank game card that was turned into a sort of mirror so that Ludwik can watch what was going on behind him. Tilting his hat a bit with his free hand, he smirked at the scene of the two opponents closing in on each other.

'Reaver is clearly on the upper hand," Ludwik thought to himself, 'Yet he continues to hesitate to kill the girl. It's so easy, dear Reaver. Just take her neck and the show will be over. Why take the effort to try to convert a person that can not be converted?'

He lightly chuckled to his own thought as he continues to eavesdrop on their battle.

(I didn't exactly know how to make my entrance, but I hope you two don't mind my character just kind of...lurk around your battle ^_^; )