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That had taken a lot more out of her than she had thought it would. Man, maybe she should have waited a couple of more seconds. No, she had done the right thing by going forward with her plan. Besides, it just saved them all right? Right! So Varali was going to rejoice in it and be happy she was alive. And that she was saved by an Angel and a necromancer in a very strange way. Who ever had heard of a little Lycan being saved like that? Varali sure had not; she was lucky they were here she guessed. More so the Angel Malachi because well, he did bring her back to life in a way.

She sat in the sand trying to control her breathing. A little grin of pride was etched on her face in an unturn grin that bespoke of her true age. Some thought she was grown at times, but Varali was barely eighteen soon. She was still a kid in their eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the hand and turned to see Hazaar offering his hand and she heard the total change in his voice. Now that was more like it. Varali placed her hand in his and leaned on his support to stand up. "Thank you, Mr. Hazaar. Really, thanks," she answered with a warm smile and a bit of teetering on her own two feet. The Lycans around them were either moaning and groaning, or sniffing the air to tag her scent. Good thing she didn't smell like herself due to the blood and the two wonderful men that had just saved her. Her own scent was drowned out. And that was a miracle in itself.

She heard Malachi and turned to face him with a grin. A little shrug formed from her good shoulder that wasn't too gashed up inside and she laughed. "I'm my father's daughter. What can I say?" Then she realized that neither one of them knew who her father was. Varali sat back on her heels, munching on her full bottom lip as she looked back and forth between the two. Should she say anything? One of them could know where to find her brother Savan. But then...they might not and she would risk exposure. Looking back and forth like a cat watching a pingpong ball flying across the mini court, Varali stood chewing her lip in concentration. Oh what the heck! She had to take risk or forever be alone. "If either of you breathe a word to one of those guys, I will personally hunt you down both and rip your throats out. Is that clear?" She narrowed her now rather green eyes and nodded more to herself than anyone. "My nickname is Minnie, Malachi. My real name is Varali Amaris Mingan. My father was Lord Savan Argharna Mingan Sr, I have a big brother of the same name. My mother and father were killed on my twelefth birthday and Savan and I were seperated. I've been hunting down the guys that did it ever since." She shrugged nonchalantly as if it was no big deal when tears threatened to fall from her face any second. "So yeah...um...I'm Varali...hi."

[thecrimsonraven]

Hazaar help the girl to her feet, leaning backwards to hoist her up by the hand about as gently as he could. She mite have been a quick healer, but there were still wounds in her that the necromancer knew would need tended to later. Still, the present dangers of being the victim of a vicious mauling seemed to be slinking off back into the undesirable shadows. And he'd gotten a lycan corpse out of all this, so to Hazaar it seemed like a rather productive night. Even if they did just narrowly escape a terrible, barking, snarling sort of death by the skills of a growling teenager.

He flashed a grin and gave the shewolf a bow, as if to say that she was most welcome. But Hazaar could help give her a tilt of his head and an inclination to question when she started again. His sharp eyes flexed a little at her announcement to the two of them. Royalty? A nobles daughter, no less. Fighting for ends meat here in the pit of all places. He mite have been slightly confused, but Hazaar had a traditional sense in him. To see blue blood mix with that of lesser breeds seems mortally wrong to him; and for a man who carved up babies in the name of science to see anything as morally wrong is really quite an achievement. Of course neither the angel nor the lycan would ever know that...and that's how Hazaar liked it.

"Well...it's nice to see you think you can trust us with this knowledge...albeit under the guise of death threat. But quite beside the point if you feel concern for your safety, allow me to offer us all an escape from this place in my sanctuary. I'm due back there anyhow; and I see no safety in those growing shadows...give me a moment if you will." He didn't give them much of a chance to respond, taking a big step backwards and turning on his heel, sending a small spray of sand around him as he dug into his pockets from that same red powder that had been used in the ritual before. He quickly set to work in the same fashion as he had done with the dead combatant's body, constructing fast in the half light a similar circle of red against the stark white beach sand of the pit.

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Malachi watched in concern as the girl's eyes seemed to bounce between the two men, chewing her lip nervously. Was she afraid? He didn't sense fear from her, only concentration and thoughtfulness. He raised a brow when she started to speak-- and speak a threat, at that. Naturally, the thought of anyone hunting him down didn't really shake him much. There wasn't too much you could do to put Malachi away permanently; he was a resilient little bastard in that way. Getting your neck ripped out, though, hurt like hell no matter how many times it happened. He watched as she narrowed her eyes-- hadn't they been purple a few minutes ago? Ah, well. Color-changing eyes wasn't a particularly new phenomenon to the white angel.

She re-introduced herself, then, much to his surprise. Of course he'd trusted that her real name was Minnie, he'd had no reason not to. Chi did not naturally distrust many people, which tended both to be a blessing and a curse. It made him gullible, to a point, with his enemies but more dear to his allies for his unquestioning faith in their honesty. One would think 3500 years on earth would've jaded that quality out of him, but Chi remained just as faithful to the ideal that people were inherently good. It was perhaps because without that ideal, he'd not be able to do his job, but that wasn't quite where his mind was at now. No, as the angel stood on the sands with the lycanthrope and the necromancer, he listened to her story with pity for the girl's unfortunate story coiling around his heart. Despite her brave face, Chi could empathically sense her pain.

He stepped forward, and placed one of his large hands on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. "I'm sorry about your family, dear one. I understand your secrecy, it's alright." It was the sort of thing that would sound contrived and overdone from most people, but from the angel of mercy, one could see that he was being quite sincere. Again, he trusted in the truth of her words despite having been lied to before, and really did empathize with the girl. Over the years, he had watched those he'd come to know as family die, and it had never been anything he'd wished on another...especially children, as Varali had been. He turned to Hazaar, who seemed to be a little more hesitant and confused about her story than the angel had been-- this was understandable to Chi. He knew he was different from most in many ways, but it was expected. Angels operated on different rules, after all.

Hazaar seemed to give the others little choice as to whether or not they wanted to return with him to wherever it was that he lived. Malachi frowned as the other male began to draw the occult circle that would transport them. "Erm. Why didn't you say something about this before?" He was half-exasperated, half-curious, his storm-blue eyes watching as the eccentric Hazaar paced around them, depositing his crimson sand. The angel's wings fluttered slightly, resettling themselves as was a habit when Malachi felt somewhat uncomfortable.

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Varali shrugged at the two men, not really knowing what to say. It had been a long time ago that her parents were killed, but the memory was always fresh in her mind. She guessed that's why she came here other than the money and revenge. Nightmares plauged her. She could never sleep half of the time. She did feel bad for not telling Malachi her real name because he had looked so shocked to hear that she had lied to him. And for once since her parents' murder, she felt terrible for lying. Why now? Was it because he was an Angel, or because he looked so innocently sweet and genuinely shocked that she would lie? Well whatever it was, she felt bad for it.

She turned her now almost violet eyes to meet Malachi's and nodded. Wow, that made tears want to fall right then. It was something that she normally would have punched someone for, but coming out of his mouth...it felt good to hear someone care. Or at least show it somewhat. "I am sorry though. I hate lying, but I was afraid for myself, and you and Hazaar." Varali wrapped her arms around her waist and sighed heavily. "I won't lie to you again if we ever see each other again. Promise," she finished with a smile to both men, her nose wrinkling a little from a silent laughter. She just made a promise and she was intent on keeping it too. Malachi had looked pretty upset and Hazaar had looked confused. It was best to tell the truth from now on.

"I'm with Malachi. You so could have told us before Mr. Hazaar," she perked a brow at the necromancer with a grin before rolling her eyes. She was feeling a little lightheaded again as she watched him pour the red dust on the sand. She saw the look on the Angel's face and patted his arm, "Well be okay, Malachi. I'm sure Mr. Hazaar knows what he's doing," she whispered, her head nearly tilted all the way back to look up into his storm-blue eyes. They were beautiful, she wished hers would change to that color. All they did was turned from gold to green to violet to sometimes a lavendar color. Blue wasn't anywhere in between. "I really am sorry I lied. I hate lying, but I was afraid of both of you and those monsters back there. My father would have punished me for lying," she added with a shrug and turned to look back at the red dust that Hazaar was pouring. It scared her a little to be in the middle of an occult circle. But they would be okay. She hoped.

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Hazaar work stopped as soon as they had asked him the same question. Their opinion was in unison. It hadn't really occurred to him before; but the idea of having them retreat to his sanctum wasn't the best idea. But it really was the only one considering that deep down he still did not believe these beasts would hold true to some animalistic code of honor. He usually despised people being in his Vault...but this necessity made for an inspiring recalculation of his past pet peeves.

He slowly turned his head towards them as he poured lightly the red sands from the pouch, forming still the increasingly intricate circle. "Ah...well you see. That's a question isn't it..."In truth no one had really ever asked him about it. He hadn't ever given much thought to the whole thing himself really. It was just the way it was done. He paused for a moment and, after much humming cheek tonging, finally found an answer that, at least he felt, was suitable. "I suppose it's because this is an exact science...of a sort. It takes time to prepare a circle, and...excuse me." He stopped pouring, evidently having made a mistake as he was giving them the much deserved explanation. He wiped away the red sands over spill from the circle, ensuring quite emphatically that it was buried away under enough of the white fighting ring sands to stop it interacting with the circle. He had put almost as much white sand of his mistake as he had poured red onto the white.

He finally finished unmaking the mess and put some finish touched at the edges of the circle and it's outer tributaries before carefully stepping inside the circle. He was giving a cautious once over of the crop circle like marker they now stood in the middle of, stuffing the velvet pouch back into his hidden pockets; it oddly enough just disappearing without leaving so much as a bulge in his coat. As he made sure of every edge he continued to explain, in a rather scientific tone. "well you see...with all the commotion that mite have happened with that crowd the way it was; I couldn't risk a Vault summoning. Who knows what mite have come out..." He gave a dark tone in his ending sentence, as if indeed a little worried within himself at the prospect of summoning something else unintentionally. Of course Hazaar, and any other member of a necromancing society would know that the odds of making the correct summoning circle by accident was almost completely impossible. "And yes...after you've been doing something for 500 years you tend to get the hang of it." he turned a softer look to the little lycan girl, not sympathetic to her but reassuring her in the confession. "as for your little fib...well think nothing of it. Minnie or Varali; we sometimes have to do worse to save ourselves from the worst. Now then!" He turned to them with a clap of his hands, red dust flying from his palms. "Are we ready for our first trip through the multiverse?" He tilted his head with a toothy grin.

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Malachi felt as though he could hear Varali's penitence as a bell-tone on the air, his empathic senses picking up the strong guilt on the air. He forgave her for lying the moment she admitted it, him being who he was. Similarly, he believed that she'd never lie to him again after her little promise. A smile stretched across his face in response to hers. And then, their attention turned to the necromancer. His defense was that it was a somewhat complex and time-consuming task, which Malachi similarly believed easily. After all, just as Hazaar spoke, he seemed to draw his figure outside the lines and had to work for a few extra moments to fix it correctly.

After Chi supposed he had looked a bit unsettled by the whole situation, he felt the girl's reassuring hand on his arm. He moved his attention back to her, noting the hue of her eyes that had already turned violet again. She whispered to him, looking up at him-- he hadn't realized how much shorter she was than him. In fact, Malachi was quite sure she was almost exactly a foot shorter than he was. Odd. His empathic sense, however, could feel that she was still not feeling well, and so the angel smiled and put a hand on her little shoulder. His hand glowed faintly again as he began to heal Varali again, though to a lesser extend this time. Still, she'd feel well and warm with his added help, and not quite as lightheaded and puny as before. It was something the angel couldn't quite help-- seeing nice people in pain or in some condition he could fix was very, very difficult for him not to want to immediately help. He listened patiently as she apologized again, a friendly, somewhat goofy little smile on his face. "I don't blame you, Varali. It was the safe thing to do." He nodded at Hazaar's remark-- it was true, people sometimes did have to do awful things in the name of personal safety. It was one of the gray areas of morality where angels such as he tread carefully.

As Varali turned back to the man with the red sand, Chi did as well. Hazaar was talking about Vault summonings or something, and the angel was once again nervous about what the hell he was getting himself into. Generally, he didn't dabble in the occult because it made him uncomfortable; he worked for a god, and that was enough for him without also meddling in the subtle workings of the fabric of the world. So, naturally, this whole thing had him feeling a wee bit jumpy despite Varali's kind attempt to soothe him. Still, Hazaar did say he'd been doing this sort of thing for 500 years, and that made him feel quite a bit better. Was Malachi ready? Of course, he was boy-scout-like in his tendency to be ever-prepared for whatever came his way...physically. But mentally? It couldn't be said he was excited to be doing this. He'd stay silent in response to Hazaar's jaunty little question, making a face like he was somewhere between being sick and being angry.

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OOC: What is going on! I'm away for a few days and there is still nothing? ...did everyone loose their internet too?