Angels, Demons, Humans, & Celestial Spirits - Kaori & Samira - Private

"You're not going dressed like that, are you?" Serqet questioned her summoner who had been busying herself packing a few odds and ends into a small knapsack. Samira had been invited to stay the night aboard the large ship stationed at the Hargeon ports known as the Arc of Destiny. The thing truly was a sight to behold and she could not hide the fact she was excited to sate her curiosity by seeing inside it. Although, the fact she was invited by Kaori not for a short hourly visit but a whole night was somewhat...strange and rather unsettling. It did not fit the general character she had been accustomed to dealing with. If not for her own curiosity eating away at her she might have declined the invitation entirely. Something seemed off and it almost felt as if she were waltzing right into a trap. "What is wrong with my choice of attire?" Samira asked of the scorpion-tailed spirit as she packed her hairbrush and a few accessories.

"It's a sleepover! Aren't you supposed to be wearing comfy pajamas and fuzzy slippers? You're just wearing your normal everyday clothes! That's boring!" Serqet jumped up from her spot on Samira's bed and made for the dresser, pulling out a set of pink pajamas with colorful kittens on it as a design. "Wear these!" Samira eyes went wide at the sight of the sleepwear, feigning a reaction of pure horror at even having such a thing in her dresser. "I do not own those! How did those manage to get in there?" The woman grabbed onto the pajamas and threw them onto her bed. "It is not a sleep over anyway. Sleepovers are for teenage girls that sit around and discuss the cutest boy they know while giving make overs. Does that sound like Kaori to you?"

"Hmmm, guess not." Samira gave a small conceited smile at having proved her point before walking into the bathroom. Serqet used the opportunity to sneak the pajamas into the knapsack before taking a place lying on the bed. "Since you put it that way, it doesn't sound much fun. I am going back home to poke Agni or something." With that the spirit's body became nothing more than purple particles that faded away as she left the mortal plane. Samira was thankful for the spirit's absence. Serqet was far too playful and would likely make things very awkward. Placing a few more items into her knapsack, Samira wrapped the straps around her shoulders and opened the door. She paused for a moment as she glanced over in the direction of her weapons. No, she would not need them. Even taking her spirit keys was likely not necessary but those were far too important to leave behind in her room. She stepped out of the room, turning off the lights and locking the door as it came to a close.

Samira left the ground of the castle that belonged to the guild and made her way to the docks. It was rather impossible to get lost, not just because she knew the area well, but rather because the ship stood out just due to its size. It was hard to believe her new friend had owned such a thing. Her eyes stared up at it as she grew closer but the awestruck manner had to come to an end. She was dying to know just what kind of room the assassin had. Surely lots of trophies from past kills, walls decorated with an overkill amount of swords, a wall completely filled with the exact same type of mask, maybe even a corner dedicated to her spirits. Would there be statues? Yes, there had to be statues. Of dragons. Definitely of dragons. Would expecting an army of ninja hiding in a closet be too much? That can go into the maybe pile. Many thoughts and ideas swarmed through Samira's mind as she made her way towards the door that even her spirits were demanding she shut up. It was just a room! Honestly, she could probably convince some researchers that what was behind that door was the discovery of the century.

Her hand came together into a fist as she raised it to knock on the door. "Oh," Samira said quietly, surprised that it had opened before she got a chance for a proper knock. Clearly she had been expected. The man who had opened the door was unknown to her, but then really anyone that served Kaori was on that side of the list. She still wasn't even sure of the identity of the one that had came into her room just before their adventure through the Ancient Ruins. The woman was also unaware that the man that stood before her was actually the dragonhound that had aided her in taking out the Titano back in Hosenka. "Thank you," she said gratefully as she made her way through the open door and into the room. The golden hibiscus that dangled from his neck caught her interest, more so for the fact she adored accessories and jewelry than for anything else. She said nothing though as his statement regarding nobility caught her off guard. A form of flattery that was common among servants, and if one thought long enough it was also common among those that wished to woo someone. Were all servants like that?

Kaori then made her presence known, instantly wrapping Samira in a hug without even saying hello. She had experienced it before when they first met so it was somewhat expected. What was odd though was how she gave her a peck on the cheek and then another hug. Samira stood there, amazed at the other woman's greeting. The mask wasn't even on her face either, but in actuality she was quite unsure if wearing it at home was something that was done. The face beneath the mask had already been seen by her so there was nothing to hide there, even though that was unintentional. Still, did something happen that she did not know about? It had been quite a while since she saw Kaori and even then the last time she saw her she had been unconscious from using too much of her power.

Samira gave the woman a hug of her own to keep from being rude due to her earlier pause. Her eyes then focused on the room. Almost immediately a wave of terror filled the green haired woman as she looked around. What was going on?! The weapons she expected but what was with all the stuffed animals? And was that make up? On a vanity dresser?! She owned one of those?! At least she could take solace that there were no porcelain dolls around. If there was one fear she had it was for those creepy little monstrosities. Now that she thought about it there were probably some in the closet. Wait, what type of clothes was Kaori hiding? Would there be cocktail dresses and skimpy lingerie?

The man from before had come back into the room with a cart that contained several types of sweets and small sandwiches. A pot of tea was also there, along with the traditional sweeteners that went along with the beverage. So now it was a tea party. Did she really know Kaori so little? The woman was a sort of an enigma sure but she had at least known her for her battle prowess and scary fighting personality. The side that was being revealed to her now was...cute. Possibly the cutest she actually knew of. "It is cute," Samira said honestly, holding back the thought and fear of somehow stumbling into an alternate reality. The plushed animals were adorable and it reminded her of a certain scenario that played back in the desert. Which one was Mr. Fluffles?

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The reaction of the cute comment was the reverse of what Samira had expected to happen. Kaori seemed pleased, ecstatic even to be related to the word. She had thought the ninja woman would take offense and reveal that the whole thing was a joke or some sort of test. Was that not the same woman that often categorized herself as a monster? Well, if monsters collected stuffed toys and were extremely huggable then there was little for people to worry about. Samira continued to stand there in silence, not sure of how to react to the very...cute Kaori. The man in the room thankfully broke whatever silence there was in the room and brought up a change in clothing for Kaori, causing her to leave for the restroom and change. The summoner sighed with relief now that there was some time to collect her thoughts without appearing like a silent fool or causing offense. "So, it is not just me then," she concluded when the servant apparently known as Iku spoke up about not being used to that side of Kaori either. For a moment Samira was worried she had caught some form of sickness that created delusions.

Unfortunately Kaori was as quick at battling clothing as she was at everything else. The woman emerged from the restroom, donning a set of pajamas no less. Kaori. In pajamas. True it was obvious she had to wear something when she slept but cutesy pajamas that a teenage girl would wear seemed a bit out of the realm of reality for her. Then again it went along perfectly with everything else in the room. Samira allowed herself to be pulled towards the table full of tea and sweets and took a seat. "Uh, thank you. I will try some," she said with a slight tone of confusion that was hard to hide. Somehow she half expected Kaori to also be an excellent baker. Images of the woman in ninja wear baking cupcakes and cookies while putting cute little designs all over everything played like a horror scene in her mind. The most frightening part was that it was still possible. Iku just happened to be better at it.

As Kaori left to go look for something, Samira began making her own cup of tea. Admittedly she stretched her neck to see if she could catch a glimpse of what the other kept in her wardrobe and drawers but it was hard to really get a good look. Probably for the best. Samira resumed customizing her tea to her preference. A spirit she had seen before, although in different attire, was summoned and the reaction from her summoner caused Samira to drop her spoon of sugar almost immediately. An eye twitched, although from fear, utter confusion, or annoyance it was hard to tell. Did Kaori really just let off one those high pitched shrieks that girls did at the sight of something utterly adorable? A pinch to her arm was used as a test to see if she was currently living in the realm of nightmares. Nope. Still awake but with a now stinging arm.

The gushing of Charlotte continued for a moment or two before Kaori returned to her usual self, something that for some odd reason Samira found comfort in. The fierce version she was quite used to. The other one was too unpredictable. "Oh, congratulations on a good month," Samira said with absolute sincerity and a smile, although the smile she was given was still giving her a little bit of a creepy vibe. A shame really considering when Kaori did smile it suited her and by itself was a lovely sight. It was just not part of her normal persona and therefore anyone that knew better would get completely thrown off rather than enjoy seeing it. Samira's month was rather uneventful in comparison. She killed a large snake and that was pretty much it. The growth of power was still being debated on. Forming contracts with her next set of spirits was becoming a pain and still being worked on. They were all so mean! And rude! Still, the little get together was for Kaori, who Samira knew quite well likely never had such a continuous stream of good events happen all at once. If it ever did then it was rare indeed.

Samira's eyes blinked and she tilted her head at the final part though. It was said so submissively and quietly that she thought she had misheard it. So, it really was going to be like a real sleepover. Serqet had been right. Samira looked down to the ground, unsure of how to respond. Sleep overs were not really her thing. In fact, she rarely had any when growing up. Education and studying was more important as a child and by the time she could think for herself she did not much care for the that sort of company or doing that sort of thing. Well, maybe she could give it a go, at least once so Kaori could experience it. Samira lifted her head and put on a large grin. "Let us commence with the sleep over!"

Oh, right. Both Kaori and Charlotte were already in their sleepwear. Now she was feeling like the outcast. Did she even pack anything remotely similar to nightwear? A nervous laugh left her as she realized the answer was probably not. "One moment!" Samira left the table and made her way to the restroom with her knapsack in hand. Once the door had been shut she started to dig within its content. "I know I had to of packed something as an emergency!"

'Don't worry! I took care of that for ya!'

"What are you-" Her sentence was cutoff by a loud and terrified gasp. The pink kitten pajamas. No! Before they were just embarrassing but now they were too cute. Samira took them out and threw them to the floor. She did not want to be the object of a tackle hug.

'Did I forget the fuzzy slippers? I forgot the fuzzy slippers, didn't I? Sorry!'

Samira could only lightly bang her head on the bathroom wall. She was stuck in a living quarters full of stuffed animals and a resident bent on squeezing the life out of anything cute, and all she had to wear was an element of cuteness. The more scary thing would be asking to borrow something. No telling what she would end up with. A defeated sigh was let loose before she put on the pajamas that been tossed into her bag when she had not been looking. She was in the restroom for a while and if anyone had a sense of humor they would assume she somehow got lost in there or fell and got trapped in the bathtub. Eventually a voice would be heard from the door, although filled with embarrassment. "I...I am coming out now!" The bathroom door opened and out stepped a red faced and embarrassed Samira, the color of her cheeks going well with the light pink color of her long sleeved and pant pajamas. Four cute kittens were on the lower left of the top, each of a different color. Three buttons descended from the neckline, each one buttoned up to not allow any sort of cleavage to show. The rest of the design? Well the sleeves of the top and the entirety of the pants were covered in white kitten shaped polka dots. It was cute and certainly not something a woman of her age should even own. But, the fact was she did and now she was stuck wearing it. Let the inner crying commence.

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Total So Far: 2591)

Samira was ready for the comments. She was ready for whatever tackle squeezing hug came her way. What actually transpired was not something she mentally prepared herself for. For a moment she thought she had been safe, that the attention was drawn away from her due to Kaori's servant speaking up on having decided what weapon he wanted. The woman would be lying if she said instant relief did not course through her body. It was safe! Or so she thought. The man had vanished from his original position and before she took note of his new location she felt herself being picked up and held bridal style. Green eyes widened at the sudden loss of the feeling of the floor beneath her feet and she even let off a surprised and adorable squeak. Instinctively she held onto his shoulders to keep herself from falling even though it was certain he had the strength to hold her and it was also doubtful he would drop her purposely. That did not stop the panic going through her though. "W-what?" Surely he was not serious on her being the weapon of choice? It was a rare thing to completely lose her cool, but at that moment many emotions were going through her. Embarrassment, confusion, anger, and maybe a little bit of a sense she actually enjoyed being held and called adorable. No, that wasn't it. The whole thing was absolutely uncalled for!

'Okay, we gave you privacy because Serqet sort of pushed us out of your mental realm saying males weren't allowed or something. But your emotions are coming off as constantly ringing doorbells! What's going...Ow, what the heck, Serqet!'

'No boys allowed! Girl talk and stuff! Shoo shoo! Isis, Nox, and Kali are on their way.'

Unfortunately the heart racing and stream of emotions eventually had all the spirits coming to the rescue. They entered the mental room they often shared when having conversations during the time they followed and watched Samira's life. All they had to do was listen to the thoughts going through the woman as well as watch a large screen that played like some sort of sitcom.

'Hey, you said no dudes allowed. Isn't that one? And he's in the room even...with girls...in their sleepwear. That's not fair....'

'More importantly why is he holding Samira as if she were his?'

'Oh, he claimed her as his weapon. Cute, right? I just love romantic comedies!'

An awkward silence fell upon the group of spirits, hardly believing the scenario. They leave Serqet in charge for one day, ONE DAY, and Samira was wearing pink kitten pajamas with the creepy turned cute assassin woman eating teacakes while being in the arms of some strange man. What the actual heck?!

'He is clearly mentally unstable. I'm going in.'

'Whoa, whoa, tune that demonic possession of yours down a notch. You're making Chaac look calm. Oh, nevermind, he's about to attack the screen with his axe, isn't he? Oh, there he goes. Someone should probably stop him before he decides to crash the party.'

Thankfully after the first comment made by Agni the conversation was on silent mode, making it to where she couldn't hear a thing. Her face turned more crimson though as she realized her spirits were connected to her emotions and often knew her thoughts. If they didn't know anything they would only ask later on and they would know she was lying! More inner crying as she was dying of complete embarrassment. Finally she was put down at the command of Kaori and before anything else unexpected could happen to her she quickly left Ikuchi standing there as she headed back to the table. As she took her seat she began to nervously play with her hair as she forced herself to calm her nerves down and prayed to all the god spirits that existed that her face coloration returned to normal.

With the appearance of Scarlet attention had turned towards the sassy red headed spirit. Thank goodness. Scarlet seemed to not be the type to want to join in on the party but with her change of attire and a sweet tooth for macaroons that seemed to change. The more the merrier she supposed. Then Mr. Fluffles was brought out. A four foot stuffed rabbit with pink fur that somehow was kept in perfect condition for...twenty years? It was odd with how Kaori had reacted the whole time she was in the room, but now she was describing the stuffed animal as a child would. The most loyal clansman? Well it was a stuffed toy. A cute one, yes, but still one all the same. Did Kaori behead stuffed toys that managed to betray her? Probably best not to think about such a thing. Samira began to take a sip of her tea but when Kaori got to the part about Mr. Fluffles being the only man allowed to sleep in bed with her the liquid had gone down the wrong way. Did she really just say that? Samira coughed and lightly tapped her chest to recover herself, putting on a smile the whole time. The night was going to be one hell of a diary entry.

'Maybe you should get one of those. As far as I know your bed is a little empty except for you.'

'Don't be giving her ideas! Stuffed bunnies are not good enough!'

'Oh, my mistake, Dad. I forgot just a moment before she was in the arms of a man that wanted to throw her to the enemy so all could take delight as they surrounded themselves in her cuteness. Sorry. Your little girl is growing up so fast!' Fake crying would then follow. 'But you're right, stuffed bunnies aren't good enough. Hey, Summoner! I am officially giving you the okay to share a bed with what's his name! Stuffed bunnies are apparently beneath you but strange men are a-okay! Chaac approves!'

Samira could only cringe as she heard the conversation between Chaac and Susano. Serqet's giggles were also heard in the background, Susano asking the question of "what?" as if he did nothing wrong, and with everyone else sighing in exasperation. It was times like that she was grateful that no one else could hear, but why must she have to suffer so? "So, Mr. Fluffles is adorable. I am impressed that you managed to keep him looking so perfect all these years. I do not have any stuffed animals of my own since any I had as a child are long gone. Was he a gift?"

Back in the spirit gathering somewhere in the celestial realm, Samira's spirits kept arguing privately.

'Kit...tens?'

'Stuffed kittens are not good enough either!'

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Total So Far: 3712)

Even with the creepy factor of the whole sleep over being far from normal Samira would have to admit it was a lot more pleasant than the other times she had shared with Kaori. Far less dangerous as well. The embarrassment she could have lived without but overall it was going well. It was not something that would last, however. Whenever the two of them came together something had to happen whether it be a trip through ruined and ancient cities or falling through a random crack in the ground. Speaking of which, since when do magical cracks form in someone's room so randomly? Samira felt herself be pulled in before she could react properly to hold onto something. The only thing she could do was grab the large keychain she had placed on the table while she was eating the treats and sipping tea earlier. Through the portal beneath the crack she fell but on the other side she realized there was no real pain from her landing. She didn't question it though and instantly started to look at the surroundings. A pleasant grassy field with a quiet road going through it. The sky was a little different though and up above she could of sworn she saw people actually flying up there, but with wings.

"Where are we?" She thought out loud to herself. It seemed Kaori and her spirits had gotten pulled in as well. Then she heard a voice coming from below her. Familiar it was as she placed it as the one that belonged to Ikuchi, but why was it below her? "Hm?" She looked down and then instantly realized she had used him as a pillow to soften her own landing. Rather unintentional and something that just happened during the fall but it happened nonetheless. "Oh!" Samira quickly removed herself from atop his body and stood up. "I am sorry for crushing your...," the woman stopped herself as she did not want to actually say the actual terminology. "I am just going to leave it as I am sorry. You know what for."

'Eesh, crushing his privates already. That was probably the quickest falling out I have ever seen.'

"Be silent!" Samira demanded, now annoyed with the whole thing. It was no longer an appropriate time for cracking jokes or sarcastic remarks. She made her way towards the rest of the group and watched quietly as the dealt with the angel that had appeared. There seemed to be a great misunderstanding, and as much as she was glad the normal Kaori still existed everything might have been resolved without the need for violence. "We must gain favor to correct this error?" Just asking the question sounded ridiculous. If that being was a true angel than should she not have been able to tell they were clearly not demons? Even more so it was an error of theirs that they were there in the first place. Portals to other worlds do not just open up on their own! It should of been a simple thing to send them all back without proving anything. Nevertheless, Samira followed everyone to some sort of colosseum and listened quietly as the rules were given. At least they would not be one on one battles. Her weapons were back at her private room in the guild so all she had were her spirits. She would be a sitting duck much like she was back when she first joined Lamia Scale. Was it even worth it to bring up that they were all still in their pajamas while the angels that walked out of the opposing gate were decked out in armor?

"I thought you were starting us off with one opponent? Neither of them look to be your easiest pawns to defeat either." The answer she got from the man on the high seat was that it was one opponent each and while they were two of the more experienced fighters he had they were instructed to go a little easier than normal. The first round was a simple test to see if they could even handle the rest of the rounds. "That is acceptable."

The celestial summoner made her way further into the arena to take her turn against one of the guardian angels. The golden keychain was in her hand seeing as her current attire had no where to hook it onto. Her thoughts began to process her advantages and disadvantages. The angel could fly where she could not nor could any of her current spirits. They had weapons made of light. She had no real counters to that or any weapons herself. Somehow her list of disadvantages was longer than the advantages. Really the only way she had to stop any sort of flight was to make it too dangerous for flight to occur. That meant summoning Chaac but she really was in no mood to get soaked from his rain. A signal was then sounded for the battle to start and the guardian angel took off towards her at high speeds. She ducked her head as a sword made of light whooshed over her, clipping a few strands of her hair in the process.

'You are wasting too much time thinking. Act, foolish girl!'

Rather than responding to the inner communication of her spirit vocally, Samira responded by doing what was instructed; act. She decided to go with the first plan that she put no real thought into. There were too many flaws she knew but it would have to do. Taking hold of a key she opened a gateway to allow one of her spirits to enter whatever realm they currently were in. “Open, gate of the Avatar, God of Rain! Chaac!”

Instantly the sound of thunder sounded and the skies became a dark grey. A harsh rain started to come down as Chaac made his entrance, and as the angel came by for another swing it got parried and pushed back by the axe that he carried. "It would seem angels have lost much of what they once were. To not know a spirit when they see one or a celestial summoner is unforgivable." The large man of a spirit kept in front of Samira, protecting her from any attack the angel might make. "Summon Isis. I require her magic to empower me. I am not strong enough alone for this enemy." With that said Chaac left her and made a jump for the angel, who now had to keep low to the ground to avoid the strong winds of the storm above. There would be no evading the large axe by going up too high.

“Open, gate of the Avatar, Goddess of Magic! Isis!” The winged arm woman made her way through her portal and instantly regretted it the rain in the area instantly got her soaked. She was not one to get angry thankfully but she did let out a sigh. So much was happening. "I will do what I can. Do change your clothes when all of this is over, dear." Her natural aura was restorative, even if it were a small amount and it caused the summoner to smile, almost forgetting that they were in the middle of a battle. Now focusing on Chaac's progress as the angel and he went blade for blade, Isis raised her scepter and from it a golden glow emitted from the top of it. Soon Chaac had that same glow, the power of his next magical ability increasing. The axe the rain spirit held charged with the electrical energy of lightning and as he parried another blow from the angel he swung forward and unleashed the energy within the weapon. It made impact and the electrified angel was sent flying towards one of the colosseum walls. The angel emerged, still conscious but oddly forfeited the match. Both the angel fighter and the one on the high seat were satisfied and Samira would be allowed to enter the next rounds.

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Total So Far: 5047)

HP: 450 (Armored Beast lineage allows for 50% more hp. 300*.5 = 150, 300+150=450 Amidoingthisright?)
Starting Mana: 110 (+10 from UA)
Current Mana: 102 (+2 From Isis passive)

Chaac Duration - 2 Posts
Isis Duration - 2 Posts

Any normal person likely would of felt sorry for the fate of the guardian angel that was left to face Kaori. Samira, however, was not. He allowed his pride to overwhelm him and so the death was of his own making. Now that they had passed the test of wave one it was time for wave two. This time rather than two experienced and armored fighters standing on the opposing side of the arena, ten angels covered in filth walked in. Were they supposed to be the clean up crew? No, they were serious in that their next opponents would be the lowest ranking angel, a level she never even knew such beings got to. Each one carried a shovel covered in a substance that she likely could of taken a guess as to what it was, but she cringed at just the thought. The general was changing up quality for quantity.

Samira sent Chaac away as Kaori fought her match in order to return the skies to their clear state and to rid the arena of the rain. She wringed her hair and the end of her pajama top in an attempt to dry herself to no satisfactory result. Chaac really needed to start bringing her an umbrella to use. For now she would just have to deal with it and finish up the arena fights. "I should return. My main power has been used and I am unfit to handle so many enemies at once. I wish you luck, Samira." Isis gave her a pat on the back before leaving for the celestial realm where she would watch and listen until she was of use again.

Taking a deep breath and clutching her keys tighter, Samira made her way back into the arena. Both her and Kaori likely could have participated on that current wave but she was certain she could handle such easy enemies on her own. Multiple targets was something she could handle with some of her spirits, and if she had her weapons it would of been even easier. From her keychain Samira pulled out two keys and began the process of summoning the first. “Open, gate of the Avatar, Goddess of Destruction! Kali!” Then the next one was called. “Open, gate of the Avatar, God of Fire! Agni!” In seconds the quite familiar tall, blue-skinned, and four armed woman wielding scimitars and a trident appeared and beside her the two-headed man made of fire and lava made his appearance as well.

"All right! It's been a while since I have been called!" Agni shouted with enthusiasm, his body flaring up to match.

"There is a reason you are kept at a distance. You are useless. Leave! You will only get in my way."

"Actually you will both be fighting. Separate the group into a smaller number and each of you take a side. You are both capable of hitting several targets at once. I want this finished quickly." The spirits turned their focus on Samira and looked at her quietly for a moment. Then the signal for the start of the battle sounded. "Okay, looks like our summoner got more bossy! Her inner fire is heating up!" Kali made no comment for as the signal was given she immediately jumped into battle. "Hey, wait! I wanted first hit!" Agni followed the other spirit that shared his country of origin and jumped into battle as well. Before long the two had cut off the weak shovel wielding angels and had them separated into two groups of five.

Agni's group seemed to have a bit of trouble. Their shovels were not exactly magical and easily melted and bent whenever they smacked him with it. Going in for melee attacks was even more dumb of them as a couple of angels screamed and backed up while looking at their hands that had skin that was burnt away. His style of fighting was rather playful. Rather than straight on hitting them he would just let them attack each other or even pushed and tripped them until they fell over. It was more of a game for him, much like how a flickering flame would toy with someone while playing the game "gee I hope I can move my hand away before the fire gets me."

On Kali's side she was just ruthless. Her opponents weapons were easily cut in two and whenever an angel tried to run she made it a point to catch them and either attack with a slash of her weapons or throw them against the wall. There would be no forfeiting with her as an opponent. Samira would at least have to give her credit for not cutting any heads off. Maybe. Now that she thought about Kali looked like a type of demon. The poor weak angels probably thought they were fighting something from the depths of hell. One of the angels decided to break away from the group and head in Samira's direction in the hopes of using her as a hostage. She prepared herself to deal with it either by running or getting in a lucky kick or trip, but Kali was ahead of her. A scimitar was thrown in the direction of the angel and as it soared it pierced through his abdomen, causing him to fall forward and be ended.

As Samira predicted the two spirits handled things easily enough. Due to the stupidity of the angels Agni didn't even have to use his main ability to set them all on fire. Good. It could be used later. She had a feeling it would be required. The three made their way back to the sidelines where Samira stopped in front of Kaori. "I apologize for taking initiative and dealing with them all. I just thought I could at least handle that group on my own."

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Total So Far: 6023)

HP: 450
Current Mana: 87

Agni Duration - 2
Kali Duration - 3
Chaac Cooldown - 4
Isis Cooldown - 6

The member 'Samira Nassar' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Monster Dice' :

Samira and her two spirits watched from the sidelines as the next round commended. Considering how angry Kaori had been earlier it was somewhat surprising that her servant had been allowed to fight rather than taking the opportunity herself to unleash more of her anger upon the combatants for ruining her first slumber party. The battle was fought in a similar style she had seen before, back to when she had first met Kaori. Perhaps everyone in her clan fought the same way, although she didn't recall her brother using such tactics against Iron Fist back when they were in the Ancient Ruins. Then again, she was rather occupied with a battle of her own. Speaking of, the next wave was about to begin. The next set of angel fighters made their out of the opposing gate and onto the field. One overly armored guardian angel like during the first wave took his place in the middle of the arena, as well as four angel warriors of similar rank and strength as those that had fought Ikuchi during the last round. The difficulty was rising. Some concerns swirled in her mind regarding how long she could keep up, especially considering she had some difficulties dealing with just one guardian angel on wave one. Now it would be accompanied by allies. Samira bit her lip but otherwise kept her concerns to herself, or as to herself as she possibly could due to her mind being a sort of playhouse for her spirits.

"Come. Battle and bloodshed awaits us," Kali told the woman with a demanding tone as she reached out with her free arm and gave Samira a push out of the sidelines. The savage spirit was not one for dilly dallying and her patience was beginning to wear thin. "And you!" Kali turned towards the fire spirit on the other side of Samira with her weapon raised. "Do not play around this match. I tire of your constant carefree attitude." With her point made she left the other two and made her way onto the field. "It's been several centuries and she still has that stick up her ass," Agni commented to Samira with a defeated sigh. He was going to have to get serious or risk having to face the demonic looking spirit back in the celestial realm. He perked right up again as he looked at the battlefield while his currently active head gave a grin. "Lets go!" Samira would be the last of them to enter the field and it dawned on her that, as a summoner, that was likely not really normal or appropriate. "I am supposed to take the field first! Stop!"

The opponents that faced Samira did not show the type of caution or fear that the previous had. No, there was actual relief that instead of the masked monsters they instead had to fight the mage that controlled spirits. That they could handle for there seemed to be nothing too unexpected or dangerous about them. The normal warriors also took comfort for the fact that they had one of higher rank on their side, unlike the last group. The signal for the battle start was given and near instantly the guardian angel took flight towards the defenseless summoner. Take her out and the battle would be over. He met with Kali's blades as she took her place in front of Samira and stopped the light sword in its tracks. Her scimitars had crisscrossed against over other, strengthening the block. The two remained as they were for a moment, each pushing onto their weapon in an attempt to break the other. Kali had the advantage though. While two of her arms may have been occupied she still had two more. The third arm holding the trident raised over her head and took a stab down at the angel but it clunked against his shield. Basic attacks were not going to get through that so easily. The spirit growled and with her fourth free arm she grabbed onto the angel's arm and threw him to the side, where he easily caught himself with his wings. "Annoying bastard."

During Kali's handling of the guardian angel Agni took it upon himself to handle the other angels as they started to fly over. They stopped their progress as he jumped in front of them but not surprisingly they flapped their wings and took to the skies. "Hey! That's cheating! Where's the referee?!" Seeing as flying above melee opponents was perfectly legal in the arena, he grabbed onto the foot of the one that had been the slowest to take off and forcefully pulled the poor thing down. A quick punch to the face to daze the holy creature and a toss of the body to hit onto another that had gone into the air was all that was needed to finally get their attention. Well that and the command of higher ranking angel to focus on him while he dealt with the more dangerous spirit. The poor things thought he was only dangerous by touch. They were wrong. The four angels gathered around him with the plan of hitting him together to hopefully cause enough damage before their normal swords melted. Before they could take their charge a burst of white flame erupted from Agni's body and hit them all. Their wings burned and even though the visual flame was gone they could still feel the magic working to burn away at their insides. "Psh, you guys are some sorry ass angels. I didn't even think that would work. Purified flames and all." Agni then began the process of knocking each one out, which with them all distracted by their burning insides was quite easy. Just as he got to the last one a light sword pierced through him. "Really...Kali?" He then vanished into a swarm of orange magical particles.

With the battle between Kali and the guardian angel resulting into nothing more than parries and dodges the angel was far from weakened. He had gone over and finished Agni with ease before she could do much about it. If she were to have went to his side it would of left Samira wide open, and she took priority. "Useless, as always," the four armed spirit muttered as she took off after the main angel. Now there was only one ally to worry about as well as one opponent. So long as she kept it distracted and unable to get near her summoner all should be well.

'Well this is embarrassing to watch. That angel must be something to prevent Kali from slicing a few limbs.'

"I just have to bring someone out to help her," Samira replied out loud as she began to go through the remaining keys she had.

'Wow, summoning us like we're a set of daily underwear needing to be replaced is really about all you can do, isn't it?' A sigh was heard within her mind and then silence as Susano spoke again. Fine, summon me. I am probably the only one that wouldn't be categorized as getting in her way.

The suggestion took Samira by surprise and her eyes widened slightly before narrowing in suspicion. "We have not completed our contract."

'Eh, spare me the details. You beat the Titano back in Hosenka so consider the contract signed. Now do it!'

Samira still her her suspicions but nonetheless she took hold of the key that belonged to the spirit communicating with her and held it out. “Open, gate of the Avatar, God of the Summer Storm! Susano!” Nothing happened. No portal. No flashy lights. No spirit. All that existed was a young woman standing there with a key pointed out into the air and feeling most foolish for it. A large burst of magical energy then erupted from within her body, not harmful to anyone else but only to herself.  She felt a good chunk of her magic power being taken as well as taking some damage. The force caused her to fall over backwards onto the muddy ground of the arena.

'So THAT'S what happens when you try to summon a spirit without going through the proper channels. I was really curious about that.'

"What are you-" Samira's sentence was cut off as she instead had to groan in pain from the stinging aches she now had. That was something she would not be trying again. "What are you talking about? Could you not have asked the others before using me to sate your curiosity?!"

'They're playing Scrabble. It's rude to interrupt such a serious game. I myself am doing a crossword puzzle so I can keep an eye on things. Help me out here real quick. What's an eight letter word for naive, easily deceived, and credulous? I think it's supposed to start with a "g".'

Another eyetwitch that was becoming a common response when dealing with the new spirit that would soon be in her key selection. Although she somehow doubted she would ever want to summon him by choice at that rate. "Gullible?"

'Ha! That works! You're so smart! Good thing you have such experience with that or my crossword puzzle would forever be incomplete.'

By that point Kali had made it back over to Samira and picked her up with her free arm so that she was standing. It was not the time to demand what had happened but she had a feeling it was something incredibly stupid. She turned to parry yet another attack from the light sword and as the shield came around she parried with her trident as the arm wielding the second scimitar slashed across one of the wings that had gotten too close. Angel blood leaked from the wound upon the delicate wings and now that he had been injured the guardian angel pushed against Kali's weapons with his own before jumping back. He was now grounded, unable to fly properly with one wing. His new strategy would be to keep his distance until he found an opening. How unfortunate for him for she had ways of making her weapon attacks extend and be more powerful. Kali took a few steps away from Samira and from where she stood she made her attack. Her weapons slashed rapidly in the air even though no opponent was in melee range. As she did that, however, the energy behind the slashes became visible and the force behind it pushed the thin, but sharp, waves of energy further away from her form and towards the angel. The waves struck him continuously before he had much time to react. Parts of the armor were sliced as were more areas of his wings. As the attack ended and he saw the blue skinned spirit approaching he quickly admitted defeat. Without the use of his wings and his armor completely damaged he felt she had earned her victory. Kali would not be satisfied until she took his head as a trophy back to the celestial realm, however. Only by Samira's command did she not go through with it. "You are a lucky one. Do not take this as an act of mercy on my account," Kali whispered venomously to the angel as she lightly pressed the edge of her blade against his neckline. A thin cut was made and a trickle of blood poured through it, but that was all.

With their fight over the two had begun to walk back over to the sidelines to rest before they were stopped by an announcement. The next wave would be the final one, and it would be against one of the most experienced fighters their land had. An archangel. "We should stay," Kali suggested as her feet came to a stop. "I do not doubt the abilities of the ninja woman and...her servant, but this will be the final match and against one of their most elite. Archangels are not to be taken lightly, and it will likely require us all to participate."

Samira sighed. Honestly she thought in a group battle she would just be in the way and it was fact that she was the obvious weak link, having no real set of skills aside from summoning her spirits one after another. Correcting that would be something added onto the "to do" list for another day. For now, she would have to stick with what she had. She gave a nod towards her spirit and remained on the field, despite knowing with all the summoning she had been doing and the backlash of a failed summon had drained much of her power.

(Word Count: 2106
Total So Far: 8129)

HP: 270
Current Mana: 42

Kali Duration - 2
Chaac Cooldown - 3
Isis Cooldown - 5
Agni Cooldown - 4

Just as Kali and Samira went back to the center of the battleground a celestial portal opened, creating a small whirlwind that did not stop until the spirit it belonged to made his entrance and closed the portal. He appeared to be of Midi descent, his facial features and dark long hair resembling that of the culture. His attire was more on the ancient side and it was far from the traditional ancient armor worn for protection by warriors of the past. Such a thing was redundant to him for the very winds acted on his command to stop any damage he would take, at least to a certain point. Although the air was still for everyone else a slow wind continuously circled around him with no signs of coming to an end. In one hand he carried his Ten-Span sword with the blunt side resting on top of his right shoulder. Susano whistled as he looked around the arena before flicking the confused Samira on the nose. "No, your spell still failed. I came on my own. After all that happened a moment ago I felt bad."

Both of Samira's hands covered her nose upon receiving the flick and at first she glared eyes of daggers at the spirit. They softened though when he mentioned he felt bad. She doubted she would ever truly forgive him for the act but at least he was already trying. "You are apologizing for using me as an object to test what would happen with a failed summoner?"

The wind spirit's eyes widened slightly, amazed to hear such a theory regarding him. "Tsk! No! I felt bad that I was wasting the opportunity of getting the best view of the match! Stop thinking everything is about you."

"If you came just to watch you are as useless as Agni. I do not require you. Now leave." Kali had put the pieces together on what had transpired earlier with the burst of magic that had harmed her summoner and was pissed. Of course, it was rather hard to tell what level of it she generally was since she was always that way. She had made no attempt to attack him but that could of been due to her strength beginning to weaken. Her time allowed on the normal plane was fading and would soon come to a temporary end. What was left of that time needed to be spent on taking out the last opponent due to the list of offensive spirits available decreasing. Such a thing would never be admitted, however.

By that point Kaori had joined them on the field and had even given Susano a respectful bow. He gave one of his own due to the display of power and fighting ability she had shown. A force to be reckoned with and someone that would somehow survive even the most powerful of storms. Although, the pajamas the woman wore was the opposite of intimidating. It kind of killed the image. Still, a mental note was made to somehow get Samira to that point, but really getting her to bow towards him every time he was summoned had the highest chance of happening.

Samira's group remained, observing the fight between Kaori and the archangel. Ikuchi seemed to be more focused on channeling a spell rather than taking immediate fighting action. Kali tightened her grip on her weapons and her white eyes glared at the battle scene. She did not wish to stay on the sidelines and her impatience was overwhelming her. The proper opening was difficult to find as Kaori and her spirits fought the angel, and jumping right into the middle of it would have been a fatal mistake to do. Soon Kaori had returned to them and had the audacity to ask for possession of her key. Kali was not amused and clearly showed it on her face. "You dare request that? Clearly you are more unstable with your thoughts than I originally thought. Permission denied!"

"Kali, please," Samira said calmly with a sigh, although she did seem to hesitant as she clutched the key of her spirit tighter. Kali did have a point. She never really allowed people to touch her keys so allowing someone to borrow one was on a different train of thought that never passed by. It was outlandish to even think of the possibility of trusting someone enough to handle a celestial key. Samira closed her eyes and took a breath. A decision had been made. "Here. I trust you," she said with sincerity as she handed the key over. Kaori may have often been categorized as a monster or demon to her enemies but to allies she was anything but that. She had done enough in the past to gain Samira's trust as a friend, and as one that could also summon spirits she felt Kaori knew full well the importance of the keys.

"We will speak of this later, girl. I only do not leave the field now because I do not have any desire to listen to the complaints of the others upon doing so." Kali was stern with her tone and her mood had turned for the worse. A glare was sent at Susano, who just whistled and brought his hat down to cover his eyes. She was pissed and even he didn't feel like making it worse. Regardless of what Kali may have said and felt, underneath that anger she trusted Samira's judgement. There was just a small nagging hope that the judgement was not misplaced on both accounts.

A sort of magic was then used upon the key that began to increase Kali's power. The spirit had heard the woman in her mind and readied herself, although still suspicious. Visions of a battle played in her head as the feelings of rage and bloodlust increased within her, a sensation that she often found most enjoyable. Her eyes turned a demonic red with the power increase as it melded with her own enraging magic that appeared the longer she remained in battle. The scimitars and trident she wielded also began to glow as Kaori's magic worked and by the end of the vision Kali knew it was time for her move. Kali made no comment and jumped into the fray, joining the other two spirits in battle. They were useful in that they kept Gabriella occupied and Kali herself had found a new use for the rather large and muscular spirit. The more demonic looking spirit jumped up and forward, landing on his head as he made a swing of his axe at the angel. Gabriella had easily evaded the slow attack but had failed to take notice of the third spirit that had joined the match. Kali had jumped from her perch atop the head of the large spirit and aimed herself downwards where the archangel stood. Her three weapons came down upon her, passing through the attempt that was made to block the attack. Kali could feel as her weapons slid through the light but durable armor the angel wore, and once the female had full been impaled the spirit used all of her physical strength to lift the angel up and toss her at a wall. Gabriella made a hard impact against the wall and as it cracked and broke a dust cloud had formed. When it finally cleared the angel would be seen standing. She was injured but far from done. A massive burst of light emerged from the angel, sending all that were near her back and causing some damage. Kali got pushed back with enough force that she fell over backwards, but with her agility she used the force to her advantage and flipped over so she was back on her feet and facing in the direction of Gabriella.

"Susa-" Samira started to say but was interrupted.

"Nope! No official contract, no orders. I also don't take suggestions, requests, or pleas of sugar on top. I just want to stand here and watch. Like you. But without the silly pajamas. Kittens aren't my thing, or bunnies for that matter. Too fluffy and girly. People would start to think I am some sort of softy."

Samira would have to lose that argument. Anything she said just got turned around into some sort of insult or sarcastic remark. She started to go through her set of keys but dropped them as a sort of seal appeared on her body that somehow managed to drain more of her magical power. Gabriella had used another one of her abilities that would create a seal on both human women in order to drain them of their power. She did not desire anymore spirits on the field or any replacements. The green haired one was easy enough to make a target as the girl never even saw it coming. The other one she was unsure of.

"Samira!" Susano shouted as she began to fall down, weakened from the lack of mana she had remaining in her. It was the first sign of concern he actually showed her which was something he did not intend to show so soon. Getting that low on magical power was something he had not predicted and all jokes and snide remarks had left him. Well, for now. He could come up with something later. Kali disappeared from the field almost instantly due to the summoner being unable to use her magic to keep her in the normal plane. It was with luck that the original spell to summon him had backfired and he was there on his own power. He caught her as she fell and gently placed her so that she was able to sit on the ground. "Do not move from there." He instructed and then stood up while taking a firmer hold of his weapon. "Looks like I will be fighting after all."

HP: 245
Current Mana: 12

Chaac Cooldown - 2
Isis Cooldown - 4
Agni Cooldown - 3
Kali Cooldown - 5

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Kaori's post above completes the 14,000 WC for Original Turn In 6929 + 8129

New WC: 1651

The archangel had been forced away by the other masked ninja before he could make his move, but rather than feel insulted or anger he merely smirked. The people of Midi really still were as skillful and ruthless as they were back in the day. His key had been hidden for so long that he had almost forgotten what it was like to witness and be a part of it. He took note of Ikuchi taking Samira away from the battlefield and towards the sidelines, having felt both of their presences vanish from his side only to reappear farther away. There was no need for him to worry too much. Unlike Kali he was much more relaxed in regards to trust. For the moment the two had proven to be their allies and with the amount of concern both of them had shown for his summoner he doubted any harm would come her way. There could always be attempts at punishment if he was proven wrong. "Does that mask of yours blind you?" Susano said towards Kaori's statement with a small mocking laugh that followed. "Samira trusted you enough to not only hold Kali's key but to also modify its power. That kind of trust goes further than any clan. You insult her as a celestial wizard and in turn have insulted me. Why can we not fight as comrades with the same goal?" Susano adjusted the hat atop his head with his free hand as Gabriella was standing back up from Ikuchi's earlier attack. "I guess some things just never change."

Back on the sidelines Samira barely even noticed being carried away from the field. She was too weak and was falling in and out of consciousness as her body desired to rest but her mind forced itself awake. The sensation upon her lips had gone unnoticed at first and the most that came from her was her body stirring as her mind tried to take control again. However, the moment something warm and invasive entered her mouth her green eyes shot open. What she saw gave her what could be exaggerated as a mini heart attack. Her face turned bright red and a great sense of urgency to remove herself as the object of oral affection came over her. Her arms raised as she pushed and struggled in Ikuchi's arms but that only seemed to make it worse. He had moved in closer and became forceful. She was stuck and it appeared Susano was no where in the vicinity to stop it. Then again if he were he likely would of been rolling in laughter, now having ammunition for more mockery. It was then she realized that she had all of a sudden become more energetic. Her magical power even seemed to be coming back to her little by little. Ikuchi seriously was not providing her with extra energy by kissing, was he? Admittedly, that was a little weird and completely embarrassing. Why did it have to be so...intimate? Although also admittedly she enjoyed the flow of the magic being returned and it wasn't as if the kiss was terrible. At least to her, she was not exactly an expert in that field. Under no circumstances would she allow herself to believe she truly liked the feeling, not even after getting herself caught up in the act. Her hands placed themselves on his cheeks as she returned the kiss, rather forcibly one might add. The added magic had become addicting and her body desired more of it.

With him pulling away she automatically became disappointed as the magic flow had ceased. Then that disappointment turned into fury as her mind returned to full function. Inside she screamed, out of anger, out of embarrassment, out of the need to run away and hide somewhere until the world came to an end. Ikuchi may had appeared to be just as embarrassed and had mentioned something about healing but it fell on deaf ears. Samira's hand made the typical slapping motion that would land right on his left cheek if it made impact. If it missed she would still have a look of instant regret on the action. "Oh, I-I am so sorry!" Then her face turned to one of anger. "Wait! No, I am not! How dare you! I am not that type-" She trailed off as a replay visualized itself in her head of her being just as forceful and not exactly doing everything possible to stop it. "I was not myself!" Whether she had been herself or not was a question saved for another time as Kaori came crashing in. What. A. Relief. Things were getting just a little bit awkward. "I can still feel his energy. He is fine," Samira answered Kaori as the archangel made a powerful attack that required a double barrier just to protect the three of them from it.

In the battlefield Susano stood, seeming rather unharmed considering the power of the attack. The wind around him blew rapidly, creating a barrier around him that had taken the damage of the attack. He almost looked disappointed that the barrier didn't completely perish but rather weakened. "I may have overestimated the power slightly." Before Kaori had gotten knocked out of the ring he had joined her in attacking their opponent and found that the angel was a very talented combatant where weapons were concerned. The magic was underwhelming in comparison. "She keeps giving me all the hard parts," Susano said out loud to himself after hearing the voice in his head that requested he keep the winged creature busy. It would of been more polite to shield him before making requests. He would have to let such a thing slide for the moment. The wind spirit was sensing the conclusion of the match approaching and he didn't want to miss it.

Susano rushed forward with his weapon armed and in quick movements had made several strikes against Gabriella. She could barely keep up as her strength was leaving her from the prolonged fight and the one attack she did manage to parry left a moment for Susano to jump away and almost immediately switch his position so he could slash his weapon across her back. The kick afterwards that caused her to fall was just added fluff. Redundant, but done anyway. He had felt an overwhelming sense and desire to protect course through him, something he had heard about from the others. Even Samira was experienced with it and he knew it was coming from the masked woman. Such a desire reminded him of his sister, at least to some extent. As instructed by the masked man that had returned to the field, he jumped back and allowed Kaori to work out her plan without being in the friendly fire zone. The plan had worked but still the opponent stood. Ikuchi took initiative and Susano allowed it with no complaints. Not like he had any choice in the matter anyway. The cloned versions turned into more clones and Gabriella was soon fighting a small army of Ikuchis. It was taking quite some time to finish her off in such a way and so the wind spirit decided to make a move that would likely finish it. "I suggest the real one move out of the way. I assure you I am not treating you all to a simple breeze." Susano held his weapon vertically in front of him and he closed his eyes as he began to concentrate and gather his energy. The wind around him picked up speed but it was no longer coming from his body. The magic had transferred to his weapon and it had filled with such a massive amount of wind energy that it had began to leak out. "Heh, it's been a while." He stated as he smirked. With his eyes now locking onto his target, Gabriella, he made a downward slash, unleashing the storm of wind from within. An attack in the form of a horizontal tornado made its way towards the angel with no care of whatever was in between. It hit its mark and kept moving, pushing Gabriella as the forceful winds cut her in the process. It kept going until the attack and the angel had hit the edge of the arena and for a moment the wind remained until its power had depleted and became calm. Only an angel remained. She stood her ground at first and it seemed as if the fight were going to continue. However, she had had enough. Gabriella fell to the ground, announcing her defeat just before the descend. Oddly enough, even though magic had returned to her in such a form it seemed Samira didn't exactly need it. Life was weird that way.

Meanwhile in the celestial realm around the time of Samira's kiss:

The collection of spirits were still gathered in the mental space of Samira's mind they usually shared and they were still in the middle of their scrabble game. Agni had joined them after his defeat but Kali was not present. Serqet had lost the game and was back paying attention to the fight in the mortal world. Well sort of. She was trying to figure out Susano's crossword puzzle.

'Hmmm, I don't get it. Does he put these together himself and fills things in that are convenient at the time?' The scorpion spirit bit onto a celestial pencil as she glanced at the screen for just a moment and then back to the puzzle. A large gasp then escaped her as her mind just finished a delayed process of what she had seen. 'Oh! OH! Oh my god! Wait, are we allowed to say that? Bah! Hey! Quit playing that boring game and look!'

The rest of the spirits stopped their arguing over the rules of the game and looked at Serqet as she made a lot of noise and started to jump around while pointing. Letter cover tiles flew and scoresheets were dropped.

'Whoa, I thought Susano was joking when he made those statements before but I think Samira took him seriously.'

'That is...most inappropriate. I cannot look anymore!'

'What is the meaning of this?!' Chaac's axe was brought down on the table they were all gathered around, causing it to shatter into pieces from his anger.

'Most...naugh...ty.'

'Oh my, is that how the kids do that these days?'

'I am going to kill him!'

'Well you could, but I don't really see her, you know, fighting him off?'

'I am going to kill him! And then I am going to scold her!'

Many bubbly oversized sweatdrops were had.

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WC: 1777
New Total: 3428

The general had announced the battle was over and that everyone would be allowed to return home. Samira was rather pleased with it, but as she joined up with the others it seemed a certain pissed off masked ninja was not satisfied. With the display of anger the summoner was glad to be on her side rather than be the focus of all the yelling, even if she did have a point. Samira cringed, almost feeling sorry for them all and at the demand of having an entire library she facepalmed. Susano had been quiet during the whole thing but as he heard the demand he burst into laughter. Now that was how someone chose a reward. He was beginning to take the opposite opinion of Kali and somehow was finding he liked how Kaori operated. If nothing else she was entertaining. He also approved of her healing the wounded, as strange as it was to most. The opponents were chosen rather poorly with some of them clearly deserving a better fate than being practice dummies for the ones they classified as monsters. It was just a shame some of them had to die in the process if she truly felt the need to heal survivors. Once the head angel had asked what Samira wanted as a gift he gave her a push forward. "You're up, summoner. Try not to request anything too...well just don't be you for a minute. Okay?"

Samira clenched her teeth and fists as a low growl was sounded from her. With everything that had happened since she entered Kaori's room she was surprised she had not gone mentally insane. Susano's continuous mockery was only adding the sprinkles to the crazy sundae. If she thought for even a second she stood a chance at actually hitting the spirit she would have. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. It helped. Just a little. Now, what could she possibly request besides a rewind in time to stop a particular event from transpiring the way it did? It was doubtful she could ask for a memory wipe. "Taking that long to decide something, huh? Don't worry, I got an idea." Susano placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her back as he stepped forward. "I understand this reward is for her to decide but seeing as she can't make up her mind the spirits will decide for her." He then turned to Samira, pointed at her, and then looked up at the general once more. "You ruined her pajamas. Replace them."

"Pajamas? Is that really all?"

"With puppy designs. She does not like cats."

"What? Susano, no! That is not-"

"And the ends of the sleeves and pants must have fluffy white trimming. And her hair must be done so it is tied with cute ribbons."

"Are you sure there is nothing else?"

"I forbid you from making that-"

"As a request from another spirit I ask for fuzzy slippers to be added to the list of demands."

"If she really takes no issue with you speaking for her then I will allow it."

"Are you not listening? Of course I-" Susano's hand then covered the woman's mouth and held it there so she could not refute the request. Low mumbles could be heard as she tried to talk and she even managed to get off an annoyed scream.

"That means she approves. Do not be fooled by her earlier remarks. She is a little messed up in the head sometimes. She has been wanting a new set of pajamas. The woman tells us everyday that it is her dying wish."

"I see..." The general was a bit suspicious and was rather surprised at such a request but at least it was easier than giving his entire library away. With a snap of his fingers Samira's pajamas glowed and her pink and dirty pajamas with kittens were replaced with a yellow set covered in puppy faces. The white fluffy trimming was there as were the ribbons that were tied into her hair. On her feet fuzzy puppy head slippers appeared.

"Adorable!" Susano released her mouth to allow her to speak about how grateful she was for him taking over but she was silent. Stunned. Horrified. Embarrassed. The costume change was nothing in comparison to what followed when Ikuchi was asked what he wanted as a reward. She barely listened to the inquires made to clarify what he could ask for as she was still mourning for her old self that wore normal clothing. Then she felt herself being picked up near instantly and with a small scream she realized it was a repeat from the time Ikuchi had asked to claim her as a weapon. "Honestly! Put me down!" It was kind of odd how he was so serious about something that should of been more of a joke. Her pink face had turned red, a shade that was starting to become normal for her. As he continued to hold her and speak it was evident he had not learned a damn thing from being smacked across the face. Green eyes widened when he got to the part about being comfortable to snuggle. "S-snu-snuggle?" She stammered and then proceeded to struggle from her hold. "That is it. Let me down!" It was thanks to Kaori that she was let down. If anything Ikuchi was at least a good servant that listened to Kaori, for the most part. He was very persistent when it came to claiming rewards.

He then vanished and upon hearing the scream Samira turned her gaze towards the direction of the archangel and the sight was something that almost required her to go over and give him another smack across the face. He had tried to claim her as a weapon, gave her a kiss without even asking permission, tried to claim her as a memento for the battle, and immediately after the refusal he went straight for the next available woman? That pervert! She was just a tad bit angry although she was not completely sure why. The fact he had moved on in such a rush meant she was safe from anymore of those surprises.

"Well that has got to sting. And I even made you much cuter than you were before too. What a waste," Susano said with a shake of his head and then clicked his tongue to make tsk tsk tsk sounds. "Well I am off. Have fun, summoner!" Susano raised his weapon to once again rest on top of his shoulder before disappearing back to the celestial realm.

After the reward distribution they were all led to the area where the injured combatants were being treated. Samira began to feel the sadness radiate from Kaori and as a result Samira herself began to feel the emotion overtake her. She held Kaori in a hug as she was pulled in, allowing the woman to take some form of comfort. The sadness for her opponents was something Samira would always have a hard time understanding. The way she fought was always with deadly precision. If she did not want to kill anyone or injure them that badly she only needed to not do so. Her culture was confusing as was Kaori's way of thinking in that regard. Samira began to feel tears stream down her own cheeks as she continued to feel the pain and sadness everyone else in the room was feeling. As the room darkened and the scenery changed, Samira recognized it as one she had seen briefly a while back. She had known nothing about it nor did her spirits for as old as they were. The archangel seemed to know it and as soon as the words were spoken her gaze turned towards Gabriella. "Caeles Cantio?" Her attention went back to Kaori the moment she went limp. The spell had taken its toll again, just as it had the last time. "Yes," Samira stated, agreeing with Ikuchi on the matter of returning back to their part of the world.

The general pulled out a white orb and with its brilliant flash everyone had found themselves back on the Arc of Destiny. Gabriella and Ikuchi had left the room, leaving only Kaori and herself. Samira sighed at the options she was given. Using the futon seemed more appropriate, but with it being a sleep over it was generally normal for girls to sleep near each other if not in the same bed. Well she may as well honor the wish of a decent first sleepover. The middle portion needed some work though. Fighting in an angel arena was a little too lively for a typical slumber party. Samira slowly got into the bed and positioned herself so that she was under the covers and resting on her side facing Kaori. Her eyes remained open for some time as several thoughts flew by in her mind, but eventually her mind came to a halt and she drifted off into her own sleep.

Back in the celestial world:

Susano had decided to check in with the rest and boast about his little pajama switch maneuver. "I'm back! Did you-" As he fully materialized in the room his sentence was cut off as he tilted his head curiously. "Why is Chaac tied up?" He asked with a raised brow while pointing in the rain spirit's direction.

With the table destroyed the spirits had to come up with a different game. Who knew spirits had game night? In a circle they sat on the floor aside from Chaac who was tied up and gagged at a far corner of the room. The rest of the spirits had cards in their hand with a deck in the middle. Serqet looked up briefly from her hand of cards before returning her concentration back to them. "Oh him? He kind of went nuts when that Iku guy wanted to claim Samira as a memento. It took all of us just to stop him. He's crazy strong when it comes to Samira having a boyfriend apparently."

"Oh," Susano grinned as he walked over to Chaac and tapped his hand on the other man's shoulder a few times. "You're in luck! He moved on to the angel chick. I guess Samira wasn't good enough anymore."

One would think Chaac would of been thrilled but the information just made him even more angry. He started to move around to the point his chair began to rock back and forth and through his gag angry gibberish could be heard. How dare someone think she wasn't good enough! His position on the matter seemed to be something that would constantly switch.

The binds then started to break and Susano moved his hand away as a bolt of lighting erupted from the tribal spirit. "Uh oh. Too far. Hey fellow spirits! I need some help over here!" Chaac had completely broken his binds and was making his way towards his axe. Susano grabbed onto him but was unable to stop him alone. All the spirits threw down their cards and pretty much tackled the man to stop him. "We're going to need a new plan for when things like this happens..."

Edit 3-7-20
WC: 1875
New Total: 5303
3500 for B rank Freeform
1500 for C rank Freeform