The streets of Tokyo were bathed in the afterglow of sunrise; orange and yellow hues gave the otherwise mundane place an unearthly feel. Shopkeepers rose, and the faint sounds of cleaning and bustling around filtered into the empty streets. Children got ready for school, mothers and fathers made breakfast, office ladies applied lipstick and business men straightened ties.
It was just another day, just another boring and repetitive day for so many.

However, in the back alleys of the city feet sped much faster than they should be at this hour. Light steps fell avoiding last nights rain puddles and leaping over rubbish.
Bright eyes far different than what was commonly seen were darting to and fro.
"Romilda!"
Zaynab stopped suddenly, her slip stream catching up and casting her skirt sideways.
She was the source of the call and she peered up and down the alleyway, eyes squinting, undoubtedly searching for something.
"Romilda!"she hissed again, she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
Here she was in this odd land and she had lost her only friend.
She peered around, darting to the entrance of the alleyway to make sure no one was about. After making sure the way was clear she cracked her knuckles and spread her feet wide, staring at the opposite wall, looking for all the world as though she was about to challenge it to a fight.
She was an odd creature, her pale skin and dark oval eyes were not exactly what you would call normal in a place like this. She had dark hair bound up in an oversized bun atop her head, loose tendrils and her fringe falling into bright brow eyes. She was also wearing (though none could exactly fathom why) what appeared to be, a purple and cream lolita dress.
Zaynab withdrew a tiny pouch from an oversized, frilly bow (which on closer inspection turned out to be a purse). She took a pinch of iridescent white powder and threw it on the ground. Immediately it dissipated and from the tiny cloud emerged a glowing line that started winding a bright shining path, navigating between mounds of rubbish, much as she had done. She followed it closely until it stopped short in front of a large black bag. Immediately she heaved it away, wrinkling her nose at the revolting fumes wafting from it. Underneath the bag she saw a very contented white cat that had a large pink bow fastened around its neck, eating the remains of a large tuna.
"Romilda!" exclaimed Zaynab, she grabbed the cat around the middle who meowed happily up at her. She placed Romilda inside her purse and walked briskly out of the alley, all the while scolding the stupid creature.
"You are my familiar. Do you have any idea how cross Sensei was when I couldn't concoct the proper potions because you were off being a glutton?"
Romilda meowed.
"Yes, I agree, Sensei, is an old fart but he's the only one willing to teach me. Now shut your face, I've some business to attend to. And don't you dare slink off!"
The cat was silent.
Zaynab was not your usual run of the mill urbane witch (was there even such a thing?) she had no problem getting her hands dirty and at 20 (with still no proper witch's license) she wanted to enter the fray.
Her first foray into the seedy underbelly of Tokyo's magic and crime scene was of course, the Yakuza. It was so cliché she wanted to laugh, she would have too- if she hadn't been entirely sure of whether or not they were going to kill her or employ her. She had received an odd letter in the mail. One explaining they needed a poison and if she was not to provide them they would, of course, kill her, her family etc etc.
Never mind that her family were half way across the world in London.
At any rate, now walking down Shibuya she made up her mind to go see them.
Of course, no one ever found the Yakuza.
They always found you.

{Guys I know this initial post is long- I just wanted to set things up. Please don't let the length discourage you! I usually post a paragraph or two for roleplays! Have fun with this...make it as ridiculous, over the top, funny, romantic etc etc as you want! }

((Its not the length. I just couldn't think of anything so I was giving the other gal an opportunity to post. There isn't much of a conflict set up except being the person that "will find her." Didn't really want to be forced into the bad guy position >.>; ))

{OH! Heehee..i wasnt trying to put anyone in the bad guy position. Let us assume the bad guys are simply the defined threat in this plot and are terrorizing magical people? Ahh i should think these through. -_-}

In another part of the city, a small child was running, something unusual at this time of night, and even more so for a little girl that should, by all means, be tucked in bed. This child had never been given such a luxury. Her keepers, her masters, who had raised the small girl from when she was no more than a day old, was the reason she was running so fast.

The little girl was one deserving of sympathy, surely; one of those miserable little beings who had parents, but were abandoned. The abandonment was owed to what the parents saw as a deformity; but those who realized the truth would know this was not the case. Of course, her parents were mere humans, and as usual, the birth of a creature such as her came out of nowhere.

This was the first time this small creature had run outside of white room within the lab, her bare feet slapping the pavement quickly, painfully. She winced at harsh cutting stones that rose out of concrete to cut her rapidly moving feet. She made no noise through the streets, and could scarcely be seen, ducking into the shadows. The small child knew to watch herself; although she was far too innocent than to know this from experience or knowledge, it was instinct compelled her to stay to the shadows.

But from what was this small creature running from? You would know, if you dared to look in a street not too far from the girl, far too close. They were not the scientists she had known, but some of their most awful creations. Children, born unhuman, like herself, except these were... more weapons, then a sample, a study, such as the little girl had been. They were gifted just as much as other beings in the underground Tokyo, except They were mislead. The thought of Them frightened the little creature, and this was what kept her feet moving.

She had been underestimated, that much was obvious. Her size and naivety had fooled the scientists into thinking they could control her. However the small child knew there was more than the world she had known: a white, pristine prison cell.

The little girl had kept running, even after the sounds of Them had faded. It was in this way that the little girl had managed to run into one quite a bit older. Her body hit another with a force, and she fell back, knocked to the pavement. She looked up, fear shining in those unusually bright purple eyes.

The moonlight caught her, now. She had all the makings of a child at the age of four, a small figure that is caught between a small child and a babe. An angelic face with round rosy cheeks, that, on occasion, proudly boasted dimples. Her pink hair was chicken fluff, so fair and soft. All of these were things would have caused notice, surely, but it was certainly not the first thing your eyes would be drawn to.

A delicate, slightly opaque wing reflected brightly in the moon's light a glittering silver. Wings. The wings appeared to be like a butterflies, except the shape was more similar to that of a slightly curling leaf. After seeing this, the details would have easily fit together: her ears were tapered at the tops, and the angled, exquisite features, the exotic hair and eye color.

A fairy.

(Just wondering, who else is in this little group rp?)

I believe there is but one more person!

((I didn't mean to make you feel bad in any way, if I had. The note you added really helps as well as the newest post. And I think it's good to figure out who is all a part of this. o.o; Its going to be harder to balance with more people involved.))

Braenan was an asshole. That's what people called him behind his back, so it must be. People never told the truth to your face, after all.

He walked down the street with complete nonchalance. One hand tucked into his pants pocket, the other drawing the cigarette from his mouth with a trail of blue-grey smoke following. He loved smoking. It made him look demonic. He wore a slim-fit black suit that had fine blue pinstripes. His shirt underneath was black with a white tie loosely knotted. His hair was dyed a dark red and spiked in a way that defied gravity. Had this not been Tokyo it may have stood out, but he didn't care either way if he stood out or not.

The journey was brief enough, save for dodging folks on the city streets. It was a relief to turn into the alleyway despite the acrid spell of refuse and piss. As he journeyed farther from the main street he pulled a folded up note from the inside pocket of his blazer. He opened it up and checked the contents again, scratching his head slightly. If one was looking, they may have seen a horn revealed, but it was lost as the hair sprung back into place with his hand's retreat. He looked to the left and saw a blank, nondescript door set into the wall. There was no handle to the outside, so he knocked. It opened with a creak, but nobody was on the other side.

Magic, he thought to himself. They already have a bunch of us working hard, don't they? He tossed his cigarette aside and entered. It was a shady descent down a few flights of stairs til he reached the end. From the stairs was simply a corridor lit by cheap orange lights. Lights that were old enough that should be burnt out by now, but odds were that they were fueled by magic, too.

At the end of the tunnel, another door. This one was flanked by a guard, though first glimpse may not indicate such. Braenan had been around long enough to be no fool and judge the man by the door as anything otherwise, despite his short stature. The guard was dwarven and mean looking, with beady eyes, heavy set brows, and a pair of gold earrings in one ear. Once he was a few feet away, Braenan stopped and proffered the letter. The dwarf looked at it briefly and then indicated with a twitch of his head that he may enter. Offering a weak salute, Braenan did so.

He opened the door and was met with a lot more light. The room was that of a waiting room, easily guessed, and a secretary looked up from his desk.

"You're late. There are other appointments after you," the man said, quietly.

"You don't know who I am," Braenen shrugged. "Maybe I am early."

The secretary's eyes shifted from brown to glowing gold for a moment. "Braenan Oroni, you are late."

With a grumble, he shoved his hands in his pockets and took a seat. They've got more Magika under their thumb than I thought. Nobody else was in the room, its not like he was keeping anyone. If someone else was going to come in for their appointment, he wondered if it was another Magika or a simple mortal.

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((PS: Just so its understood, I figure this is the office of the Boss who is calling all the magic-folk in. So other people can use this location as well as there be some meeting there.))

{excellant posts! :D And yes everyone is here I believe...and sorry for the short post guys, just finished writing over 6,000 words. A little tired!}

Zaynab felt the faintest pressure on her abdomen; as though someone had thrown her football. She immediately peered down, expecting to see a black and white ball, hoping ot perhaps incinerate it before giving it back to the hapless kid who had thrown it at her.
What she saw was entirely unexpected, a magnificent pair of purple eyes stared up at her in fright. The soft scent of jasmine and baby powder and rubbing alcohol wafted up toward her,candyfloss hair tickled her left palm. Zaynab was shocked, what she saw before her she had only been told stories of. True, magical people existed; but fairies? A real, true to life fairy?
She bent down to take a closer look at the lovely child, hoping beyond hope. All thoughts of the Yakuza had momentarily flitted from her mind (though it would assuredly come back to haunt her).
"Well, well." breathed she. "Don't be scared...where ever did you come from."
Zaynab was sorely tempted to cast a spell of discernment around the child, to make sure for certain that what flitted around her knee was indeed a fairy-lass. However, she had the distinct feeling that large gouts of smoke acommapnied by a bright flash would not serve in gaining any trust with the child. Instead she went on her gut instinct and Romilda's purring.

The child's purple eyes flitted up to the girl's face, seeing much to her relief, that the woman was not one of Them or a scientist. The child noticeably relaxed after this revelation. She looked at the woman now, and didn't know what to think. She looked different compared to the few people she had known; her teacher, the scientists. The only thing the child could think to compare her to was a character in one of her books. The girl was pretty, like the princess in her book. She looked just like her, to the child's naive eyes. Dark hair, dark eyes, white skin, and... pretty!

Thus the child decided the woman before her must be Snow White. Her eyes were wide with awe as she looked at the woman, her mouth open in a little 'o.' "Well, well." breathed Snow White. "Don't be scared...where ever did you come from."The little fairy was for a moment to shocked to answer. The princess was talking to her! It was a rarity that the child was spoken to at all; the scientists (although she did not know it at the time) were urged not to talk to her, because any attachment to the child could be dangerous. Occasionally they said something to her, but these were usually commands, telling her to run, or to fly to see how far she could go before she would drop from exhaustion. Her teacher, an employee of the scientists, was the only one who spoke to her. So you can imagine the child's surprise when she was spoken to! And to top it all off, it was a princess speaking to her!

The idea of speaking got the child all sorts of excited, although there was worry there too.

She hadn't spoken in a while, would her tongue betray her and refuse to form any words? She opened her mouth, and closed it. Setting her small face in determination, she spoke again. Her voice was high, like many small children."I am from..." she struggled to know where she came from. She didn't know the place where she had grown. She racked her mind, and remembered a sign in the yard of the lab she had escaped from. "Itex Labs?" It came out as a question, because she wasn't sure how to say it right.

"I just ran away. They... are bad there. I don't like it." She confided. "Are you in danger? In my book, Snow White is in danger. Unless you have already met your Prince." She said, nodding, getting to her feet. Once she had started talking, she realized she liked talking. "Talking is fun. I haven't speaken in a while."

(Lol, get used to some little kid grammar errors. And XD, I couldn't resist. Snow White! Lol. )

((I am a bit confused. Is Kuro in this one? If so, let's let her post. If not, please let me know so I can add in :)))

{Omg this fairy is too cute <3 and never mind the grammar. This is a laid back roleplay wit awesome people? Yes, lets say that. Also luckin- I just msg'd Kurobizzle hopefully she'll post, perhaps shes busy? If she doesn't post I'll shove Zaynab's butt to where you are :) }

Zaynab was immediately entranced by the beautiful little girl and apalled.
"ITEX?" she thought, the name rang a bell. Something about....weren't they developing, something? She couldn't remember and the sight of the fairy was too distracting for her to dwell on it any longer. Instead she felt an anger toward those that would harm a child, her own memories flitted past her eyes. It wasn't right. She closed her eyes briefly, fairytale archetypes did exist in reality. Cruel stepmothers, absent fathers, love sick woodsmen. Except in reality their motivations were far more sadistic; wrought with the dualities of humanity and the downfalls prevalent in the capacity of every body.
An imperceptible shudder ran through her spine. She shook it off and looked toward the delicate creature before her.

"Do you have a name? You can talk to me as long as you please."
She offered her hand wondering if she should hold the child, her feet were conspiciously bare.
Zaynab sighed internally, a bitter feeling in her throat. She had no proper place of her own. Was it smart to take in a child for however a brief a time? She set her jaw remembering the note from the Yakuza.
If she made them their poison she'd be paid handsomely.
She shook the sordid thoughts and eyed the delicate and very conspicious features of her new friend. They must be hidden.
"My name is Zaynab, but you can call me Snow White if you'd like. This is Romilda." she gestured to the doe eyed cat who was staring intently at the fairy with open interest.
"She's quite silly, you needn't mind her."
Romilda moewed in protest.

The child gave the expression of one deep in thought. She thought back a bit. A name. She did have a name, didn't she? She was often called a number: 23. But a name? Was she ever referred to as anything other than 23? Oh yes. Lucy. Was that her name? They had called her Lucy sometimes, but usually it was 23. But a number was not a name, was it? She looked up at the girl uncertainly, eyebrows furrowed. Her response came out like a question, "Lucy?"

The child was doubting it, but this was in fact her real name. However, whether the scientists had given it to her because it was common, or whether her parents named her this is unknown.

Lucy giggled. "Zaynab?" A smile showed a pair of dimples in each rosy cheek. "That's silly!" She decided. "You look very much more like Snow White." She decreed, laughing.

Hearing the second name, the child's ears pricked up and she looked at the cat, her smile falling, and her lips forming an 'o' in surprise. A.... cat. Were they dangerous? Only the big ones. This wasn't a big one. It was a small, pretty one. Lucy nervously glanced at the cat. Would it hurt her? Lucy had never seen a cat before. She reached her small hand out hesitantly, her eyes wide as she looked at the cat. She softly smoothed the fur on her back.

Was it a her? Of course it was a girl! All kitties are girls. All the ones in the pictures were. "Kitty..." she whispered, eyes wide.


[[ooc: kids are so easily distracted. XD]]

"RAUGH!! GO AWAY!" Hitori screamed. This was certainly not the best thing to do while fleeing as his pursuer had sensitive hearing and could chase him blind just by listening to him. However, Hitori didn't care, he never wanted a familiar and had tried everything to get rid of him. He tried to poison it, burn it and beat it to death but it dodged everyone of his attacks with great agility and had bit him in the butt everytime he tried. Once he had even lured it into his dad's car and drove to the mountains to leave it there. The dog was back on his bed by the next morning anyways. It talked to him and urged him to pursure magic, Hitori wanted none of it; he was a freshman in high school and didn't want a magic dog literally hounding him.

Hitori had been zoning out while he was running as he let his legs take strong leaps through the streets. He felt something soft under his feet and it took him a moment to look back at what he stepped on. Oh dear, he just stepped on a little girl's arm. She had been petting a cat and Hitori had walked on her without noticing it. "I'm sorry!" Hitori yelled as he slowed down and went to stand by the kid to check it's injuries. This here was his mistake. With amazing bounds and a tongue rolling out of his mouth, the German sheperd bounded to the child and nuzzled it's arm with it's snout. After licking it, the dog gave a angry bark at his human. The child's arm gave a small unatural glow with tracks showing where the dog's saliva had touched her. You think you can get rid of me? Forget it, we're together for life, the dog seemed to give an amused look at Hitori as it sat down by the child to check on her. Hitori stood dumbfounded, he had ran so long and far and it still came with him. Aiming a kick at the cat nearby, he changed the course of his foot last minute and it brushed by the thing's fur. Groaning, Hitori placed his face into his hands in defeat. He was stuck with the darn mutt.

(SO SORRY for the long wait! I've been busy!)

Only moments before Zaynab was quite ready to take the fairy child in under her care. She wondered briefly if this was part of their charm? To lure people with innocence? Looking at Lucy she could see no ill intent in the girl, none whatsoever. If she had any sort of magic it was to make people love her; and truly this was no magic a person could conjure and only the most clinical and cold hearted could ignore.
Romilda purred happily at the child's soft touch, so she was undoubtedly happy too.
That was when it happened. A young boy and his mutt came careening into poor Lucy! Indignant she swept the startled child into her arms and rounded on the guy, her maternal hackles raising.
"What on earth are you and your mangy mongrel think you're doing!" she hissed angrily.
Briefly, ever so briefly, her brown eyes flashed a molten gold.
She breathed heavily as she watched the great dog snuffle its way around his owner who looked none to pleased and rather out of breath.
Tokyo teenagers, only care about themeslves.
A prejudiced thought, certainly, but not without merit.

Wearing camouflage cargo shorts and a white t-shirt with the name of his school displayed proudly on it, Hitori was a pretty tall guy even if he was asian. He had made it to the school's basketball team at a six feet tall and had turned sixteen last month. His hair was crew cut and pitch black while the structure of his face appeared more like a westerner. Speaking of which, the girl facing him with an angry face was also a foreigner; a cosplayer as well. Hitori took on a yankee face and looked down on the girl. True, it was his fault that he bothered her sister but he wasn't going to take that from a cosplayer. This wasn't even the part of Tokyo that cosplayers usually went to. Tourists. Her eyes flashed gold and his face gave a slight bit of surprise; was she wearing some special contacts? Maybe she was asian; if he had dyed his hair his classmates might've mistaken him for a american too. Instead of apologizing like a polite student, he took less kind attitude when he talked to the lady. After all, she's a foreigner and should be smarter than that in the streets of Tokyo. Where did she think she was, the countryside? "Look," he said in japanese ",this dog is not mine and it's your fault for sitting in the middle of the road. Do you guys want to be road kill?"

((the dude's a jerk but bear with him as japanese teens are sometimes like that until they know a person))

It all happened so fast that Lucy sat shocked for a few moments. A heavy weight landed on her outstretched arm, and a shot of pain went through her arm. It took her a moment to recognize this new feeling and as soon as she did, she began to cry. Lucy's face scrunched up, and tears ran down her rosy cheeks as she held her trampled arm to her chest. It felt awful. This was Lucy's first exposure to real pain, and it hurt.

As if to add to the misery of the child, a dog decided to lick her. And then it barked angrily at her. Dog's were nothing like kitties. Kitties were nicer. Lucy was only too happy to be in Zaynab's arms, burying her face in Zaynab's shoulder, and crying there, her injured arm hanging loosely at her side, while the other curled around Zaynab's neck.

Her arm was healing rapidly, and even as the pain was starting to subside, Lucy still gave little sniffles and cries in Zaynab's shoulder. Boys are meanies, she decided, as her cries reduced to sniffles and silent tears. She was going to ignore this boy. Or get back at him, she decided. Lucy pictured her stepping on his arm, although it would hardly be as painful as her experience, surely. Dogs are mean, too. It was big, and barked angrily. Dogs are scary.

Her arm should have been broken, surely; the weight of a sixteen year old was no easy burden, let alone on a four-year-old's weak arm. As a fairy, Lucy was gifted with fast healing. Extremely fast, in comparison to the human body. Her arm broken moments ago, was beginning to heal, and movement was coming back slowly.

"Boys are meanies." She told Zaynab, clearing her cheeks free of tears with angry swipes. She sniffed, and buried her head in
Zaynab's shoulder again, resting. The calm after the storm. She felt safe in Zaynab's arms, and was beginning to get a little sleepy. Her feet were so tired. When she was picked up, the backs of her feet could be seen, and it was not a pretty sight. Where rocks had cut into her feet there were angry marks, streaks of blood marking her feet. Although her feet appeared a gruesome and horrible sight, as if they would never heal, already the skin beneath that horrible mask of blood was beginning to heal.

"You're the one who stepped on me," Lucy snapped back, angry. He was angry at them because he stepped on Lucy? Boys made no sense. "You should say you're sorry!" Lucy yelled at him, all the fury of an angry four-year-old in her voice. Meany! Boys were just meanies! "You're a meany!" Lucy added in, quite angry at this point for the pain he had caused. And her arm! Her poor arm! She could hardly move it!

A little self-pity never hurt anybody.

[[ah, poor lucy! four years old, and she got the weight of a sixteen year old on her arm! if she were human, it would be broken for weeks! thank goodness the poor thing is a fairy. an angry fairy, lol.]]

"The dog healed you but yeah, I'm...sorry," Hitori said a little more quietly as he was surprised at the kid's outburst. The little one must be Japanese or raised here as he doubted it's cosplayer sis would have taught the child the language and for the kid to grasp the natural accent of the words. Hitori shifted his weight on his legs in embarassment and a bit of shame. He tried to offer some consolation to the girl's tears as he had done with his younger brother at home when Keito hollered "If you want, I'll buy you ice cream to make up for it."

{Sorry for the long wait again. >_< I haeve a midterm monday!}

Zaynab frowned, she was not particularly good at Japanese. She could speak it yes, but her accent was terrible. And then she paused because Lucy was speaking Japanese to the boy but to her it had sonded like English! She didn't have to puzzle over this for long as she felt her sleeve grow wet with Lucy's tears and again anger rised up her throat. How could anyone be so callous to such a delicate creature? She hugged her and gingerly felt her arm, to her suprise she felt the bones knitting back together by themselves! She glanced at Romilda who gave a solemn,
"Meow." She lifted her paws up and gave Lucy's arm a gentle lick. With any luck the saliva would act as a sort of pain number. It wasn't terribly effective on Zaynab but on Lucy's tiny arm it would, hopefully suffice.
She turned angrily at the boy now,
"It is as clear as day that dog is your familiar. I don't care for what kind of games you play with it but be careful."
She paused at his promise of ice cream.
Something had to be done, perhaps the boy could be useful. Zaynab wasn't exactly known for being the paradigm of strength and goodness, quite the contrary she was more often than not found concocting strange potions and spells for dubious customers or getting wrapped up with the wrong people.
"How about you work with me for today, and I won't blow your head apart."
Of course, she didn't know how to blow anyone's head apart. She didn't want to kill the boy but she could give him terrible bad luck. As if to emphasize her point, her eyes burnt gold now and she stared at him. Desperately hoping her bluff would work.

Shut up you American, I think your coplaying has sunk a bit too much in your head, was what he wanted to say upon hearing her ridiculous claim of blowing his head up. Well, the child was probably raised in Japan but it's sister clearly wasn't judging fromv her accent. The girl's eyes glowed and Hitori wondered briefly if she was some rich foreigner who had enough money to buy this high class costume and special contacts. Perhaps working for some extra yen wouldn't be that bad; Hitori needed some allowance anyways as skimming from his dad's sake fund wasn't nearly enough to supply a decent time at the arcade. Hitori shrugged to himself as he didn't have anything else planned for today other than trying to destory his new 'pet.' "Whatever but no heavy duty stuff; I have to save myself for a ball game next week or the coach'll have my head."

By the time the boy had spoken in reply to Lucy's outburst, Lucy's arm was completely healed. She could now move her arm easily, and the small child was satisfied with this. She made a fist with her fingers and waved her arm about, quite happy.

Then she heard what the boy said, and her eyebrows knit in confusion. "Is ice cream good?" she asked with a questioning face, curious. The only time she had heard of ice cream had been through the papers she did with her teacher. She had identified parts of speech in several sentences, and one paper was all about ice cream. Ice cream was pretty popular, and everyone talked abut it being good.... But it was sticky and runny. Did it taste good? Iced cream. It sounded kind of gross. Hopefully it would taste good.

"If it tastes good... can I have some?" She asked Zaynab, with pleading eyes. If it tasted good, she definitely wanted some. If not, no, then. Lucy smiled, happy at such a perfect plan.


[u/c: sorry, crap post. i will add to it later.]]

{It's all good :D}

Zaynab's heart melted at her sweet voice, she was fairly certain this was dangerous. If Lucy asked her to go jump off a cliff she would do so. Somewhere she had read- or perhaps a teacher had told her? That Fairies have an exquisite and deep hold on any magic user. Well, she certainly felt that pull now.
She swivelled her head from insolent Yankee to sweet child and first adressed Lucy.
"Yes, of course!" She said smiling, eyes soft and face radiant.
Then her coutenance immediately changed into a mask of disdain and disgust at the boy.
"Glad you're able to take some time out of your hectic schedule. We'll be visiting the Yakuza."
She paused, wondering if she should change the appearance of Lucy so as not to attract unwanted attention. But then again wha interest would the Yakuza have in Lucy?
"Whats your name?" she said to the boy.
"I'm Zaynab. I suppose you would call me by my last name but its far too long and-"she paused trying to make her voice sound extra snotty, "You probably wouldn't be able to pronounce it. Come with your familiar. He could provide extra protection."

This was the real Zaynab. A young woman who was unafraid to be rude, snotty or pompous to her fellow humans.

Lucy began to realize something. Zaynab spoke to her differently than she did to the boy. When Zaynab spoke to her, she was all goodness, sweet and nice, and sugar and spice. But the boy she must not really like, because her face was mean when she looked at him. Lucy was far too young to understand the hidden meaning in Zaynab's words, but she was aware it was there. Something had to be there. Because the words were innocent, but her voice and face were not.

"What's the Yakuza?" Lucy asked. Yakuza... that sounded funny. It was fun to say. "Yakuza, yakuza, yakuza!" Lucy said with a grin, testing out the word. It slipped off her tongue easily and sounded silly. It must be a fun place, Lucy thought. She decided to share this with Zaynab. "Zay, is the Yazuka fun?" Lucy had changed Zaynab's name. Zay sounded better.

Zay-zay. Lucy gave a giggle. She was getting a little restless and tired. By this time the small child was usually in bed. Lucy slept like a rock; the activities the scientists put her through made her exhausted by the end of the day. A shiver went up her spine as she thought about it. Running until her legs gave out on a tread mill, flying in circles until she collapsed, and they always were interested in things they called her "gifts."

Lucy showed only budding gifts at such a young age, but some were quite obvious. Her charm and her healing abilities. Other than that, Lucy had but one insignificant gift the scientists knew of. The small child could control light.

Because of her age, her gifts were nothing like how they would be when she was a big kid. However, her abilities were still amazing. At her age, her light gifts were reduced to light the size of a beach ball, that she could toss from hand to hand. However, it was not so much the bright, yellow light we imagine coming from the sun, but the cooler, bluer light that comes from the moon.

What had allowed her to escape the scientists was an ability that the scientists had little knowing of. She could control what you saw. She could make it in an illusion. She could change what your ears heard, and what your eyes saw. She could make your senses fool you. Lucy was no idiot, even at the age of four, she knew this could come in handy. It was easier than she thought it would be. A simple illusion that she was sleeping to those guards positioned outside her room, and a hearing one, so the opening and closing of her door would not be heard. It was much to easy. But she couldn't hold onto it long--and they had found out, inevitably.

This all flashing through her head, Lucy felt a worry gnaw at her insides. She had to hide, or else they'd find her soon. She had to hide. She had to hide. She had to hide.

"Pfft, yakuza, riiiight," Hitori drawled to Zainab with a rude face to match hers ",Ima call you Zai-chan, kay? Now let's get this over with.." He rummaged in his shorts for change and drew out a 500 yen coin. Jogging over to a nearby 7/11, Hitori exited with a cheap sandwhich ice cream. He handed it over the child and squated on his haunches to look at the chibi's face and then glancing at the two in bemusement. "I guess some magic isn't impossible after all," he muttered embarrasedly after giving a look at his dog.
No you butt head, it's not 'dog,' it's Yami and you better adress me as sempai, the dog thought while baring his teeth at Hitori before closing it's mouth to go up to the child with what seemed to be a loving interest. Your skills need training..thought Yami distractedly before giving the little girl a wet lick which was probably a dog kiss.

{guys- I'm really sorry! I can't continue this roleplay :( feel free to hate me forever. I just have some urgent issues IRL and i need to focus on those...sorry again :( }