Desert or Oasis?

[§Creya§]

Jizabella and Jezabella Relinne


Sisters don't need words. They have
perfected a language of snarls and smiles and
frowns and winks - expressions of shocked surprise
and incredulity and disbelief.
Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs.



The deafening sound of the lunch room barely fazed Jez as she turned yet another page of her thick book. The cafeteria's population was speaking at a loud roar of the newest things, from alien conspiracies, to football, to gossip. The only thing any of these topics shared with each other was the horrid lunch most of the speakers were eating.

However any table within three meters of Jez was desolate. The circle around her formed a dry desert among the rainforest of conversation of a Gerund High School. The people forming the perimeter of the circle could be heard whispering one word repeatedly. ‘Witches.’

None of this even reached Jez's ears as she intently continued to read A History of the Modern Australian Accent. The origins of languages were one of the few things that actually intrigued Jez. That and the intricacy of Classical and Baroque style music.

A clatter sounded as Jiza joined the small desert that had formed around her twin. Her long brown hair was tied back today, much as Jez's was, with a small black ponytail. Her hands and arms were covered completely in black gloves that went all the way to the crook of her elbows, much as Jez's blue gloves did. The long sleeved black shirt she wore was decorated with chain belts and were identical to her pants and her black shoes. All in all, she was a walking ‘PUNK’ sign.

“Hi,” Jiza said briefly to her twin before shoveling the semi-frozen cafeteria food quickly into her mouth.

Jez casually flipped another page of her book before replying. “Hello.”

Mere moments passed before the circle around the twins grew and the unlucky perimeter began whispering even louder. ‘Witches.’ When Jiza was finished stuffing her face Jez carefully dog-eared her page and closed the book, placing it in her lap gently before she looked up at her sister. Jiza merely smirked at her sister's carefully concealed disgust at the crowd of people surrounding them and said, “There’s a new kid. Do you want to find this one and show ‘em we aren’t to be messed with or do you think the rumors will take care of it this time? ”

Jez contemplated this new idea looking quietly into her sister’s green eyes that were identical in every speck to her own. After a few moments Jez simply nodded. “We will take care of it tomorrow, we will threaten them and if they do not react we will be forced to….” she trailed off a hint of a malicious smile on her face perfectly proportioned face.

“Take care of them.” Jiza finished softly as she too held a reflection of her sister’s smile.

Suddenly a collective gasp rose up and even Jiza and Jez turned to look as the perimeter of their desert was broken and a single person walked over to plop their tray next to them.

Jiza's face contorted into a mask of disbelief mixed with fury while Jez simply wondered who could have the courage to walk through the wall of whispers to sit next to them.

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[canislupus]

“Great” he muttered to himself.” Why the hell am I here?” the question was rhetorical, as always. But this had become almost ceremonial the change of schools that happened every time he sabotages the Roses so carefully laid plans. Though as far as he was concerned in just made it that much more… enjoyable to destroy them. A half-smile spreading across his face as the memory of his last raid returned, fresh on his mind. The raid had lead to the capture of dozens of magical items. Including some legendary sefa know to be extremely dangerous. But as always, it depends on the user. Just like the sefa that lay against his skin, rendering his blade Darklight, and the few mystic knives he had, intangible and unnoticeable to anybody but him. This allowed him to just walk through metal detectors and security searches with out a problem.
But the second he walked into the school the smile fade. Yet again every girl that was in seeing distance was staring at him. It was always like this, the mix of his parents’ traits, and that dangerous edge made him irresistible to the anaweir girls. But where most guys relished having the looks and attention Shadow gained where every he went, he just wanted to fade into the shadows like his name sake.
“Witches” the one word broke through his bearers like a bullet through flesh. The instant mental probe shot out searching for the supposed witches. Suddenly he felt the electrical presence of one of the weirflesh, the wizard guild. But they had said “witches” plural, more then one, yet there was only one. His face never betrayed the thoughts swimming around in his head. “Well then might as well see these ‘witches’.” He breathed the words.
The lunchroom or as he called it gossip central, it never ceased to amaze him just how much girls could talk about. Especially him, it was one of the two subjects you didn’t bring up with him. But the one weird thing about this one that an area of the lunchroom remained untouched by the lunch crowd, there in the center sat two girls, twins by the look of thing. But the one that looked like a walking punk sign radiated the electric tell tale sign of a wizard. They seemed unaffected by the rumors flying around, though the punk girl was barley controlling her disgust at the crowed.
His left eyebrow rose in surprise, punk girl was really not a typical wizard, impatient and a get in your face attitude, and that was just at first glance. The crowed seemed to be afraid of the two, smart. “Well I am known for doing stupid stuff. Wouldn’t want to break my record.” He said out load though the dull roar of the crowed swollen it. People separated in front of him as he made his way through the wall of people. A collective gasp rose from the lunchroom as he sat next to the twins. The silence rained as the group of students waited for the next move.
“Ya’ll can wipe those stupid looks off you faces. This table doesn’t have a reserved sign on. Nor the tables in a three meter radius.” An indifferent look on his face a look that pissed off almost everyone he met.

[§Creya§]

Jizabella and Jezabella Relinne

It is better to be violent,
if there is violence in our hearts,
than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence.



Jiza could feel the power coming off of him in waves. Obviously Weir, and by the looks of him he was an accomplished warrior. Trained. Why was he here? Jiza flicked her eyes towards Jez and a secret understanding passed between them. Since Jiza knewJez could see the glow she trusted her own assumption that the boy was Weir and wasn’t just loaded with spells like some Anaweir they had met before.

“Ya’ll can wipe those stupid looks off you faces. This table doesn’t have a reserved sign on. Nor the tables in a three meter radius.”

She began thinking quickly just as she knew Jez was doing across the table. This had happened before; Weir had shown up and tried to buddy up with Jiza. They always ignored Jez thinking she was simply Anaweir. Usually this was all the advantage Jez needed to show them she was someone not to be messed with. Two of these, the ones who had tried to hurt the, had ended up dead in ditches. But there had never been a Warrior before. Always Wizards.

Jiza probably couldn’t match his strength alone but between her martial arts and her spells she could handle him. Jez on the other hand could probably take him down once she drained all of his super speed and strength and used it back on him.

Another moment passed as Jiza finished calculating her risk. She kicked her feet up and glared at the surrounding cafeteria. “What are you looking at?” The cafeteria immediately irrupted back to its roar, simply from the fear of Jiza’s infamous wrath. She turned back to the new kid and cocked her head curiously. He was handsome; not her type but she could see why entire cafeteria had been talking about him.

“I don’t like to… oh what’s the expression?”

“Beat around the bush.” Jez answered her question while continuing to calmly turn the pages of her book. She hadn’t even looked up at him when he had sat down. She hadn’t reacted to his words, she hadn’t said a word. However Jiza knew behind her mask she was analyzing him and the conversation.

“Yes, beat around the bush,” Jiza continued. “You’re a warrior, I’m a Wizard. I don’t like you. So you’re going to tell me your name, and why you’re here. If you’re hear to hurt me I‘ll kick your butt and you’ll end up in a ditch and I’ll take any magic things you have on you.” She gestured towards him since she could only assume that, as a trained warrior he owned some sort of weapon and that it was probably with him. Jiza took her feet off the table and laced her fingers together, staring at him intently.

Before he even said anything Jez answered something she thought might come up and wanted to get it out of the way early. “I’m one of them.” She spoke simply, like she was commenting on the weather. She pointed towards the cafeteria without even taking her eyes off her book. “I’m Anaweir and I know about you.” Her blue glove rustled as she put her arm back down and continued to read her book flipping yet another of the thin white pages. Both of the girls waited silently, almost bored, for his response.

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[canislupus]

“You know, I don’t believe for one second that your one of them. Yes you may be anaweir, but there’s this aura of power around you. I can feel it. In a way you are part of this world.” There board looks confirming his theory. These two were use to the real world. Not the illusion the anaweir lived in. and they would not hesitate to kill him. That is if he proved to be a threat. He was use to it the looks of distrust and hate the punk shot at him. This was not normal, and he knew it. There were very few warriors left thanks to the games. Which met they were use to dealing with wizards. No surprise. But in all, these two were people like him. Use to the darker side of life.
“Here I’ll put your worries at ease. To be completely truthful I don’t want to be here so I have no intention of getting in your way. My names Shadow by the way, seeing as that’s what you asked for.” It kept nagging him, this sense of danger. But it wasn’t coming from a enemy, at lest for now. His senses had been honed by years of war and danger. And he had learned a long time ago that it was best for him to listen to it. The twin with here nose in the book was the more dangerous of the two. She was something entirely different from anything he had ever dealt with. And it just meant a challenge,find out what she was, and to lay low like he was suppose to. That shouldn’t be too hard, at least the staying low part that is.
“Oh and I have no reason to tell you why I am here. And personally I could beat you by yourself, with your sister on the other hand…no. Though I must say, I have not lived this long by being an idiot and not listing to my instinct, and there telling me at this moment that you’re the more dangerous of the two, an actual danger to me.” His cobalt eyes turned towards the twin with her nose in a book. His now cold eyes showing the dangerous killer inside of him. His hand Sliding unnoticed to the knife on his right side, he was not taking chances with these two. “And frankly I am weary of her; probably lose a fight to her too.” John was going to kill him for this if he ever found out. The Whole reason for being here was to get off the raider of the Roses. Well at least for the time being. “so my turn to ask, just who are you two? And what are you?” His eyes still trained on the one twin.

[§Creya§]

Jizabella and Jezabella Relinne

I may have no friends in sight,
I may have enemies everywhere,
But with my sister by my side
There is nothing I will fear


Jiza wasn’t used to being seen as second best, especially by the Weir, but at least this one was intelligent. She knew Jez was more dangerous, more so to the Weir since they couldn’t fight her without being drained. But this boy knew how to deal with Wizards, that much Jiza could tell from how he acted. If anything was to be done about him she would need Jez’s help. She smiled slightly inside, Jiza and Jez could stop anyone as long as they worked together.

She turned to look at Jez as well and Jez, feeling her twin’s gaze looked up from her book. Another secret look between them confirmed what Jiza had thought. Jez knew he wasn’t a danger at the moment, and if it turned out later that he was, then they could take care of him.

Turning to look at …. Shadow…. she snapped her fingers loudly to get his attention. She wasn’t used to people actually talking to them and simply masked her discomfort by being overly brisk. “I’m Jizabella Relinne, and, as I told you earlier, I’m a Wizard.” She pointed to Jez who hadn’t spoken for a while and simply continued reading. “That’s Jezabella. Our..” she hesitated briefly, she couldn’t really say ‘our friends call us…’ because they didn’t have any friends. She quickly recovered and said “Our family calls us Jiza and Jez.”

Jez spoke quietly her eyes flicking across her page. “We aren’t about to tell you what I am because it would give up any advantage we have in the future.” Suddenly and swiftly she snapped her book closed with a sigh and looked up at Shadow for the first time since he had plopped down at their table. “You are right to know I’m dangerous. In fact you are the first one who has been able to tell before they were killed.” No hint of malice entered her voice, no threatening tone, she spoke facts and so no emotion was needed in uttering them. “But Jiza is far more dangerous then you think, especially with me by her side.” Gracefully standing she picked up her book back and Jiza lazily followed suit. The conversation of the cafeteria faltered as Jez walked through them and they parted like the Nile to give her a meter of space on each side. They quickly resumed conversation as Jiza glared at them all.

“We’re skipping school, going home since Jez finished her book for the day and needs another, if you want to know any more about us you can come too. But don’t expect us to be all warm and fuzzy like most girls” Jiza yawned part way through her sentence and stifled it with one of her black gloved hands. Then she stood tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for his answer.

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[canislupus]

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer. It gives me a reason to ditch without John killing me for it later. It seems am standing on dangerous ground. You are no push over, very powerful, more so the most of the wizards I’ve meet. And before you ask, I’ve lost count of how many I’ve meet.” The more he talked to these two the more he found he liked them. They were smart, creative, and careful. Which in this world were good qualities to have. “And I must say you two are very interesting. It seems that I have found two very powerful and dangerous people. Neither friend or foe, and personally I would much rather friend then foe. And I must give you two credit most people would have just told me what they were. But then again you two aren’t most people.” Covering up the killer inside once again so the anaweir would not see, and blow his cover because of it. He was going to get it when John found out about this. “But I never underestimate anyone. Too many people die that way.” Including his parents.
He turned in one fluid movement to follow Jez and Jiza through the wall of people. The wall parted once again, leaving a large path through the mass of bodes pack together. It seemed so useless to him. Why would they create a wall when all they had to do was leave them alone. “They are really not use to somebody being wise enough to leave them alone.” He muttered to him self. The two just kept walking, and none of the faculty tried to stop them. “Well, it looks like those rumors work on adults to, and that they had done this before.” He sighed. But then again he thought, he wouldn’t want to tangle with the two. It would be bad enough to deal with Jiza by herself. And even then he would be probably be badly hurt too. The thought of taking both on was a dangerous prospect. What was that quote his mom had told him before she died. “I may have no friends in sight, I may have enemies everywhere, but with my sister by my side there is nothing I will fear.” And to his knowledge it was true. Put sisters together and they were dangerous, even unstoppable.
“And here I’ am going to the lair of, probably… no, the most dangerous people I’d ever met. What am I thinking?” He said to himself as he passed through the front doors of the school.

[§Creya§]

Jizabella and Jezabella Relinne

The past is our definition.
We may strive, with good reason, to escape it,
or to escape what is bad in it,
but we will escape it only by adding something better to it.



When they left the cafeteria Jez was waiting calmly outside. Nodding to Shadow as if he came with them everyday she continued out the doors. At the entrance of the school the security guard standing near the door didn’t move to stop them as they ducked behind the metal detectors rather than through them. The doors opened in front of them and Jiza and Jez simply walked out into the crowd of people moving along the busy New York streets.

Lunch hour here was hectic, full of business people talking, eating and walking across the road all at the same time. Jiza slid up beside Jez and they quickly shifted through the crowd. They never left each others side as they went across the busy streets, threading in and out of people who barely noticed them unless it was to shudder as they passed by. Whether they knew the twins or not, most people had the common sense to be afraid of them.

A few blocks later Jez stopped suddenly and turned to the right looking up at a dark bricked coffee shop. Jiza detached herself from the rush of people and walked up peered through the black out windows and simply saw lots of couples making out with each other in corners. After shuddering for a moment she went to the door and opened it. A clear bell rang as Jez walked inside the shop and found a deserted table in the front of the shop. She sat in the chair closest to the windows and simply sat quietly watching people pass by.

Jiza walked swiftly to the counter and smiled evilly to the shopkeeper. “I need to go in the back.” Without waiting for an answer she slid behind the counter, only the silver bracelets on her wrists made noises as they jangled together. She disappeared behind an open door and shut it behind her leaving the bewildered employee standing there. A moment later she returned in the process of sticking something into her pocket.

“We need three coffees, one black, the other two with cream, bring them to our table when their ready, along with a large can of whip cream.” Jiza briskly walked back to Jez near the window and kicked her feet up on an unoccupied chair, tapping her fingers impatiently as the worker rushed to get their coffee.

After the coffee arrived Jiza handed the black one to Jez, who calmly held it in her hands and didn’t even look away from the window. Jiza simply started adding enormous amounts of whip cream to her own coffee. When she was done she added another pack of sugar that lay at the end of the table along with some cinnamon. She took a drink then looked up from her coffee. Jez was simply staring out the blacked out windows of the coffee shop watching the people outside the window and occasionally mouthing a number to herself.

Turning to Shadow Jiza thought of questions she had about him. Well there was why he was here but he had already refused to answer that. She opened her mouth then closed it again almost cursing herself for her stupidity. After whispering under her breath a spell that would stop anyone else in the shop from hearing their conversation she went back to answering her question. “Who trained you? Why did you get trained? How did you train?” She paused a moment and added quietly, “Who did you get trained to fight against?”

[canislupus]

Shadow merely turned his head in Jiza direction the pain so plain in his eyes, as those so simple questions brought back the memory of his parents’ murder. “You’re very blunt. But as I said, I would rather be your friend then your enemy. But to answer those questions, well at least most of them I need to tell you about my past. And that’s not something I’ m not ready to tell. When I know I can trust you two. Then I’ll tell you.” It still hurt him to remember that day twelve years ago when his world had been destroyed. “But I will answer the one I can. Just don’t ask why. I trained to be a thorn in the side of the Roses… and for personal reasons.”
His eyes left no questions; they could ask any question they wanted as long as it didn’t collide with his past. He leaned back in his chair and looked around the small café. It was just another place he’d been. The floors were white but covered in so many little marks it could be called brown. The walls tan and crumbling, and with the memory still fresh on his mind, it only seceded in making him long for the hills and forest of his childhood.
“It never Ceases to amaze me how anaweir call there life’s hard and cruel. But they have never felt the pain and loss that comes with the death of one you love. Not from natural causes, but because they had been killed. That is a pain they will never know.” It began to rain, thunder rolling across the sky, lightning striking from the heavens above. Just like it did that night that he cried, for the last time.
He reached up with out knowing he did, rubbing the three crescent moon scare over his heart. So much of his life had been free till that night. He’d even got that scare from a wolf he’d run it into in the woods surrounding his home. And now looking into the twins eyes, no matter how much they tried to hide it, they know the pain he meant. “Now are ya’ll going to tell me who you’ve lost?” the pain still there in his eyes.

[§Creya§]

Jizabella and Jezabella Relinne

The fire you kindle for your enemy
often burns yourself more than them.



The Roses killed someone of his. One of his family probably, or a friend. Jez quickly thought this over while continuing to count the people who shined out on the streets of New York. This was what she had been doing ever since they had come into the small shop. Some of the people she recognized since Jiza and herself were buyers from the Black Market here. Sorcerers sold precious sefas and potions that would be other wise reserved for the Roses and Seers offered their services for just a few hundred dollars.

87, Jez counted, more than usual. Probably because of him. Her eyes flicked towards Shadow, resting on him for a fraction of a second and then shifting back to the window. He’s running from something. He’s running from them.

He holds a grudge, a bad one if he’s willing to kill at his age. Jez

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Shadow finished his story when his question suddenly caught the twins off guard. ““Now are ya’ll going to tell me who you’ve lost?” ” Jiza coughed as she attempted to swallow her coffee and gasp aloud at the same time. Jez’s throat caught and her face lost it’s mask for a second. Finally neither of them could hold it any longer.

They laughed.

The laughs were the same and reflected each other perfectly. Two peals, like high clear bells. Hysterical. They laughed at each other, laughed at others and laughed at pain. But for the first time they laughed out of genuine amusement. Jiza clutched her stomach and smiled still fighting racking laughter.

In between laughs Jez answered his question. “We didn’t….. lose anyone…….” She fell back into laughter and couldn’t quite compose herself to finish her sentence.

Jiza finished for her as she attempted to stop laughing by sipping from her coffee cup. “We were…” she smirked with a look of pure disgust on her face, “liberated from her.”

Jez composed herself and still carried a small smile on her mask of indifference. “The witch was worse than the devil. She saw us as tools to be used at her disposal and treated us as such.” She shivered slightly inside at the thought of her.

“Our mother.” Jiza spoke with a deeply laid revulsion. This hatred had grown and grown. When she had died it became stale and, with time, became worse and worse.

“She burned,” Jiza said matter a-factly. “As all witches should.” At the same time the twins rubbed their gloved wrists, remembering the fire.

Jez thought of this and of a Witch trial long before their time. “Maybe we should have ground her between stones. They did that in the Salem witch trials.” She smiled, happy at the thought and turned back to the window to leave Jiza to deal with Shadow. People bored her.[/color][/size][/center]

[canislupus]

The two had thought he had meant physically. But he had seen it; the small movement as they both rubbed there arms. Though it was the small movement that shifted the fabric of there gloves, reveling for a fraction of a second the burns. And from the looks of it a long time ago. They had said there mother had been killed in a fire, guess they were there. Jiza had made no attempt to hide the disgust on her face. Though most wizards deserved to die.
A small smile crept across his face. “I didn’t mean physically. I meant someone has been lost to you in a different way.” The thought had amused them. Well if any thing he had learned they were disgusted by wizards and for good reason. “There is more then one then one way to lose a person. I should know. A friend of mine, who is now dead, had one anaweir parent. And his other parent was dead. Well his mom, the anaweir realized on her own about the weirs. Story short, it drove her insane, so he erased her memory. And she returned to normal that is in till the spell started wearing off. He learned fast that he had to reapply the spell often. And this caused him to lose his mother. She was alive but never the same. That’s what I meant. And if you two have truly never lost someone, I will be surprised.”
And he meant it. In the last twelve years he had only met one person who had not lost some one in some way to this world. And that had been because his family had kept him out of this world. But these two had been part of it for some time now. “I m dead if John ever finds out about this.” Shaking his head in regret, at the thought of what John would do.

[§Creya§]

Jizabella and Jezabella Relinne

Where thou art
- that -
is Home.



They both shuddered inside. The twins were scared of this uncanny resemblance to their own father. They looked at each other, scared of being alone for even this one instance. As their eyes met an instant feeling of safety spread over each of them. They had never been stopped when they were together; they had killed drained, interrogated and tortured people, but always together. They had been searching for years through old spell books to find a way to restore their father and they had yet to happen upon even a single clue. But just as they did everything, they even suffered together. Showing each other the pain they felt, without worrying how the other would take it, because they knew somewhere, either before or after, they would need the other.

Flashing a quick smile between them, Jiza returned to Shadow’s conversation while Jez returned to her window. Jiza returned to the conversation just in time to catch the word ’John.’ Before she could ask the question that now faced her, Jez turned from the window.

“There are more Weir than ever here. I’ve been counting ever since I sat down.” Jez’s voice spoke leagues as to her thoughts but only Jiza knew what it meant and smiled, letting Jez continue her explanation to Shadow. “You’re lucky you transferred into our school, almost every other school has at least one trader spying on incoming students, looking for people they can sell.” Jez took a sip of her coffee and glanced out the window again. “We took care of the ones at our school a long time ago, and no one even realizes that they’re missing. However,” She looked behind her again and smirked. “It seems you were not the only new student today.”

Jiza stood quickly and whispered under her breath to remove the hearing charm she had put on the Anaweir. Picking up Jez’s backpack she threw it but turned away too quickly to see Jez catch it swiftly and sling it over one shoulder. Grabbing her own she did the same.

“They found us.” Jiza didn’t bother to whisper so the Anaweir couldn’t hear her as she spoke to Shadow. There would be no point. “After all we’ve gone through to avoid them they still have us.” Looking through the window she saw a dozen business men break through the crowd to begin heading towards the small coffee shop. She could only assume they were all Wizards and that they each had sefas of their own in order to use charms that would normally be beyond their own power.

Turning to glare at Shadow she whispered fiercely, “You better be worth saving because I doubt even you could go up against 12 Wizards.” Jiza shot her hand into her pocket and slipped the necklace she pulled out around Jez’s neck. Jez did nothing but nod at her sister and proceed to the back door of the store with Jiza following quickly behind. The bewildered manager simply stared as the girls slid over his counter and through the back.

“Come on!” Jiza yelled behind her so Shadow would follow. “We don’t have all day!!!”

[canislupus]

They hadn’t even need to tell him. He had seen them too. Traders, annoying little suckers, once they found you they never let go. He should know, they had been following him for years. And the twins where right even he couldn’t take on twelve wizards. They jumped over the counter not even dealing with the manger. “Come on! We don’t have all day!” Jiza yelled over her shoulder. Following suit he jumped over the counter, sending a concussion of air towards the wizards that had just cane in the door. The first one fell back, taking the two behind him down and delaying the others.
He paid no heed to the kitchen staff. Fling himself through the back door after the twins, blocking it shut behind him with a dumpster. It wasn’t much but it would take them perishes seconds. In one fluid movement he had drawn Darklight from its sheath across his back, leaving the spell of invisibility on it so that the anaweir would not be frightened. The two seemed to know exactly were they where going. Jez leading them down corridor after corridor of abandoned alleys.
The muffled sound of a spell being cast reached his ear. In one practiced move he sent flames spiraling off the tip of Darklights tip, turning full circle in the process. His stride never broken by the action. The spell cut off, as yelps of surprise and death filled his ears. These traders had been expecting untrained children, not a well armed and trained warrior. And to add on to this Jiza and Jez were trained as well to use there gifts, whatever Jezs is. “If you two have a plan, now would be a good time to use it!” he called over the clamor as he took down another wizard, cutting off his spell. This was defiantly was one of those days.

[§Creya§]

OOC: You're sword can't shoot flames becuase it is not one of the magic swords >.<, You know... just FYI

Jizabella and Jezabella Relinne

~Pending~

Nice sword, Jiza thought. Longing entering her thoughts and envy penetrating her heart. She almost turned around and plucked it out of his hands except for the fact that she had to keep Jez safe. Now was not the time for stealing. Jez looked over at her and smirked, thinking the same thing except, about saving Jiza.

The all eight of the wizards followed behind them and Jiza skidded to a stop, turning quickly to face them. Caught off guard all eight of them began muttering spells at the same time. “Bye-Bye.” Jiza said quickly and muttered a single word under her breath. They all blinked as the were suddenly bombarded by waves of darkness and flames pouring down on them from above and pressing into them from the front.

Jiza stood in the alley way smirking at the Wizards who ran screaming along the alley as well as the ones that sat their trying to fight the flames with any spells they could think of.

The most hilarious part was that it wasn’t real. It was all in their heads. No matter what spell they tried to fight the ‘flames’ with they would not be put out. Their own brains were literally projecting the images into their eyes. Turning quickly Jiza leapt over the dumpster slowly leaking power to keep up the spell. After a few turns she caught up with Jez and Shadow. Light filtered through the alley from the small opening at the top. “I took care of it but I suggest we go, I can’t keep up the spell for long.”

Taking off at a run Jiza headed back out to the busy streets of New York. Breathing quickly she continued to maintain the spells on the eight wizards while weaving in and out of the crowds with Jez by her side. The farther away the wizards got the harder it was to maintain the spell since it was directly linked to their brains and nerves. Jez looked over at her a slight crease on her forehead, was the only thing betraying the worry she felt for her twin. Suddenly her eyes brightened and she slipped the necklace off her neck and around Jiza’s. Jiza smiled in relief as the power from the necklace flowed into her, helping maintain the spell, even if the power would only help for a few minutes or so.

Picking up their pace, they soon reached a large glass walled hotel. The sun reflected off of it in small shards, blinding you when you attempted to look at the top. As the automatic doors swung open the girls were bathed in cool air conditioning and the doorman uttered a quiet hello. The Lounge was decorated in plush red with roses dripping from every possible surface. Every time she saw this lobby, Jiza could not get over the irony that they were avoiding the Roses inside of a rose decorated lounge. A doorman dressed in red to match the décor rushed up to the twins, and anxiously asked, “Will you be needing any dinner or lunch Misses?”

Jiza flashed him a look of disgust while she struggled to maintain the spell while speaking. “Pizza should be good tonight.” His eyes flicked to Shadow and, deciding to leave it alone, he scuttled off. Climbing into a similarly read draped elevator, the twins climbed in while Jez pushed the highest floor number, 73. Stupid elevator music played as Jiza finally released her spell imagining the bewildered looks of the traders as the fire and darkness suddenly disappeared. She whispered a spell and the elevator music switched off leaving the three in complete silence as Jez stood beside her sister, staring calmly into Shadow’s face. The silence stretched between them as the floor numbers grew.

The ding of the elevator opened to reveal a large and sparsely decorated living room. The white carpeted floors and white wash walls were only disrupted by the large flat screen TV and the gray couch that stood in its center. The entire wall facing the Elevator was glass and opened onto a balcony opened by only a pool. No sign of life could be sign until Jiza tossed her threw her backpack on the ground and threw herself, exhausted on the couch. Throwing one dark gloved arm over her eyes Jiza lay there with only her brown hair moving as she breathed slowly in and out, attempting to regain any power she could by simply laying there. Jez quickly went down one of the two hall ways that ran perpendicular from the elevator and disappeared behind a door. She soon reappeared carrying a glass of water. Placing it on the white carpet next to Jez she looked up at Shadow. “I wonder what John would say about all this?” Turning before he could answer her, she walked quietly down another hallway only to disappear behind a door.

[canislupus]

So this is where the two lived. The room was large, and only the Flat screen and gray couch gave any indication of residents living in the apartment. Though apartment was probably to lose of a word for the place, you could see a pool through the glass window at the side of the room. “I wonder what John would say about all this.” Jez said turning down the hall, vanishing behind a door. “Ya’ll get one warning; stay away from my blade.” He said loud enough that Jez would hear him even from behind the door. “I was busy, not blind.” He had seen the looks of envy they had shot when he had brought Darklight out. And frankly it annoyed him. Though he had never met a wizard that wanted blades, at lest ones that didn’t work for the Roses and these two defiantly didn’t work for them.
His mind went back over the events of the day, making sure he hadn’t missed something. There he thought, right before the traders had shown up he had told them about Rick’s mom. He had seen it, for one brief second surprise had crossed there faces. Shadow reached down into his right pant pocket, grabbing hold of the sefa inside. It was a sefa of mind. Legend said it could cure madness and make any spell of the mind permanent. But what had caught Rick’s eye was that it could return anyone to a privies state, that is along as it was mental. Rick had found this out in an old book of sefas. He’d spent the rest of his life looking for it. But unfortunately he and his mom had die before he could find it and restore his mom. Though he had found it in the last raid, clamming it for his own so that Ricks work wouldn’t be lost.
He’d carried it around with him constantly since then, never leaving it behind. The dull silver gleaming in the watery sunlight, like most sefas it was a disk with a white stone in the middle. The edges where etched with ancient runes in a language long forgotten. Jiza seemed to be recovering from the illusion she had cast on the remaining wizards. He’d been so distracted with his thoughts he hadn’t heard the door open down the hallway.

[§Creya§]

Jizabella and Jezabella Relinne

A good book on your shelf is a friend that turns its back on you
and remains a friend.

Jez walked into her room and sighed at the mess that greeted her. The only furniture that was neither a book or a bookshelf was the pallet lying in the middle of the large room. It was pure white with a cream colored pillow and blanket. Bookshelves lined the walls of the room and every single one was packed with books. The floor was similarly furnished with large stacks of books. They were various colors and ranging from the Victorian era to a few weeks ago.

Jez picked her way through the mess until she reached the brown wooded book case in the far right corner. Scanning the titles of the books she finally picked up a worn brown one that she knew had at least 600 pages. A Modern History and explanation of Chinese Calligraphy. She clutched it loosely in her right hand and began weaving in and out of the minefield of book stacks. Reaching the door she opened it slowly, careful not to bump the large stack close to the door.

After evading the books she stepped nimbly out of the door and closed it swiftly behind her. Walking briskly to where Shadow still stood she asked, “Have you thought about why we helped you? Why we didn’t just leave you to the traders?” She sighed and went over to Jiza, hoping that she was awake. Sadly she was the exact opposite. Snoring gently Jiza had fallen asleep on the single couch. Sitting herself on the floor Jez opened her book and began flicking through it. She detested people. Talking was Jiza’s job but now Jez was left to talk to this warrior who she had no interest in. Jiza was the one who had decided he might be useful. Jez shrugged mentally. It wasn’t her job but until Jiza woke up Jez would talk to him simply because she had to, though she would much rather be reading her book, or playing her piano.

Remembering courtesy, something she so often forgot, she turned to Shadow and waved her hand vaguely at the floor. “Pull up some floor since Jiza took the couch.” She continued to flick through her book waiting for his response to her question earlier.

OOC: Sorry it's so short. I figured after a week you woudl just want me to reply!!!!!!!