A Collision of Worlds

[Iris Faust]

"Yes I am very tired," she says as she hugs his arm. She feels so much better around Youki. "Thank you...for being there."
She was still somewhat upset, but it was now something she couldn't change. All she could was make the best of what was left. Hugging his arm she showed no indication of letting go.

[Illidan]

Illidan recieves a message that he is supposed to report to the Ministry of Education for his new job. He turns to Kaieka and gives her a big hug.
"Wish me luck on my new job! And don't worry, I'll come and visit you whenever I have free time. Nothing will change at all." Illidan says with a smile. He steps back and teleports to the Ministry of Education.

"I'm here to start my new job!" He announces as he enters the office of the Minister.

[Kaschei]

Kaschei searches his room for a specific spell book which he has not seen in months. He paces around his room, furious that he can not find it. At some point he looses his temper and starts throwing books. A book flops onto the floor and photos spill everywhere. He bends down to look at these photos. He is not the sort of man who keeps albums.

The album appears to be something kept by Jareth. She must have made this a year ago, back when she first started working for him.

There were picutres of him, Ookami, and Machiavelli.

"Foolish woman, she should have thrown this out."

He gathers the photos and the album in his arms but when he goes to throw it all into the trash, strangely, he finds that he can not.

He hastily stuffs it all into a trunk instead.

[Soren]

Soren runs his fingers along the black interior of the van. He feels the softness of the black seat and is lulled into a trance. He is taken back to a time where he did believe in things. He was an only child and had a great imagination. He had imaginary friends. With them he would explore the park forests and pretend that they were great explorers. He was the leader of the expidition.

Over the years he lost that imagination and innocent. He even became resentful of all the people who still believed. As if by crushing the fantasies of others might justify or give legitimacy to the young man he had grown into.

It is all lies. Those fools need to wake up. Why can't they be like me? Why can't they just see the world like I do? I don't need a life boat of lies to keep me afloat in this world. I would rather just drown that start lieing to myself.

[Ezra Weil]

Ezra sits up in his seat uncomfortably. He rests a hand on his knee and turns to Harry and then to Raz. He looks them over in silence. These must be his friends or maybe they are family. They came to his rescue so they must care about him. He pays closer attention to Raz. He has the feeling that he might have a sister, and maybe this woman is his sister.

"Thanks for coming for me. I managed to get out of the castle but the set up inside was magical and it took me a while to figure out how to get out. I hope it wasn't a trouble for either of you two."

He waits to see how they will react to him and what he says.

[Chaya]

Chaya wakes up and rubs his eyes. He looks at Raz and then at Harry. He is happy to see that he is back and safe. He looks at the tall and thin man in the chair and assumes that he must be Ezra.

"Oh, hello, you must be Raz's friend, Ezra."

[Ezra Weil]

"Yes, that is correct" Ezra replies. He turns to Raz, looking at her impassively for some signal that he is right or wrong.

[Chaya]

"How long have you two been friends?" Chaya asks.

[Harry Bergstrom]

(Grrr... god d**ned Eagles...)

"Huh?" Harry asked as the first aid was tossed to him. He didn't realize he had been wounded and was confused... until his soaking wet pant leg began sticking to his leg. He looked down and saw his pant leg, looking as if he had steppd in a bucket of red paint.

"Oh nuts! I'm bleeding!" Harry said in a shocked voice. He almost instinctively began tending to the wound with efficiency and precision that one would NOT expect from him.

[Ezra Weil]

"We have known each other for a while." Ezra replies neutrally. A while could represent any amount of time. Since Ezra is naturally a very private person and also very unemotional, he could have given the very same answer had his memories been fully intact.
He looks at Chaya and figures that the boy is his best source of information, since he knows Ezra the least and has been asking the most questions. He honestly doesn't like children since they test his patience and are too messy, loud, and honest.

[Frank Richardson]

Frank groans, pulling the covers over himself to block out the sunlight. He curled up into a little ball and groaned again as Karina shoved him.

"Uhngh... five more minutes..." he said, trying to ignore the hangover from hell...

[Chaya]

"Oh okay." Chaya is quiet now since he senses that Ezra is not the talkative or friendly type.

[Harry Bergstrom]

Harry finishes tending to his wound and heads to the coat rack.

"So, Ezra... how did you end up in - wherever the hell that was." Harry asked, taking off his hat and coat, revealing a yamacha under the hat. He went to the couch and sat down.

[Ezra Weil]

Ezra watches Harry from the corner of his eye as the man dresses his wounds. He says nothing, but becomes uncomfortable sitting, and decides to stand. When he stands, he always arches himself backwards slightly. It is a quirk with his posture or personality that he feels self concious when he is standing up straight. So, leaning backwards as he naturally does, he waits silently for something to happen.

"I am not certain, I woke up there after being beaten by demons."

He rubs his head.

[Harry Bergstrom]

"Ah... that sounds painful. You want I should take a look?" Harry asked, standing up with the first-aid kit.