After that the HeadMaster invites everyone in to the school and leads them to Mirroranda's class. They slip in to the back of the lecture hall and get to listen to a talk on the morality of magic to some pretty young students (11 or 12 year olds). Mirroranda is a middle aged woman with a good figure and a kind face. She stands straight and has this air of calm about her. She sounds like a good teacher.

After the class leaves for their next one the HeadMaster comes down to her with the group following, "Mirroranda, do you have a free period ?"

She nods with a smile, "Actually yes. This was my last class for the day. What Can I do for you ?"

He steps asside to let Mirroranda see FlameSinger, her eyes go wide at the sight of the cloak covered woman, "Oh my. Welcome child."

FlameSinger pulls back the hood, revealing a stunning Elven woman, "Not a child, but thanks for the compliment."

Mirroranda smiles "Sorry miss, hard to tell with the cloak on. So you are a Follower of Vag ?"

"I am a Seeker." she states, "The Hermit thinks we should talk. That or maybe he wants to talk to you, I get the feeling he likes you."

Mirroranda looks at the Headmaster with a touch of worry in her eyes, he nods to the woman, "The cloak is the First of its kind, Vag the Hermit speaks through it. Actually said, in my presence, that you and FlameSinger should talk as you would be good for each other."

FlameSinger takes off the cloak, turns it inside out and points the Eyes at Mirroranda, "Ask him yourself if you want. When the eyes are there he is watching."

Mirroranda looks at it with wide eyes, "Vag ?"

Cloak, "Hello child. Your doing very well as a teacher I see. Listened to your class there, good talk. FlameSinger is an Advanced sort, little further along than you. I thought she could help you with some of your questions and well you know things she does not, so it is as she calls it, win win. She is like you in my mind magic department to. So a little advice there would not hurt. She can explain things herself to let you better understand the situation."

Later in Mirroranda's rooms, just the two of them and the cloak.

Mirroranda ask, "So he try to entice you in to his clergy yet ?"

FS Nods, "With in a few hours of finding the cloak actually. Though the reasons had to do with the Evil ones descrating a temple to one of the elven gods. We don't have a priest in our party and I asked if he could help, you probably know his answer."

She nods, "I got asked about a month after I found my cloak. Its a hard descion but I turned it down in the end. Just not my kind of thing."

"Not a pious sort of person, me either to tell the truth. I believe, seen to much not to, but I don't see myself as a priest. Grew up in that life, Mother was a reverand, went to religious schools, all that sort of thing. But I don't do well in any kind of organized faith. Also very much self centered in someways."

Mirroranda smiles and nods, "I think most are, Seekers especially as our paths tend to be ones of self exploration and learning."

FS raises a finger then points at herself, "Self taught Parapsychologist."

Mirroranda does the same gesture, "Me To."

Both women smile at each other. They end up talking for hours, comparing notes, theories and little tricks each has learned. FS helps M get past some mental blocks she has been having and M helps FS understands some important lessons on Mental Magics that will keep her from hurting herself unessisarily and give her better control over her powers (ie not in an all or nothing kind of way) They do a little joint Astral Travel and FS who is more experinced helps M past some traps and points out others, explaining some are meant to keep a person back while others have lessons to learn from. Well they all do, but some are just mean about it. Also teaches her the trick to navigating the City on the Edge of Tomrrow (has other names to but that is the one FS knows) she points out the City will try and make you Think in certain ways. Makes seekers get lost or tied down. Its all illusion. Once you Understand that, that the Citys nature, it becomes easier to navigate, at a certain point she will be able to go anywhere in the city she wants. The problem is, there is Nothing in the city but other lost seekers and spirits. Though if you want you can make all kinds of imainary structures there for amusement or to work out ideas, it is good for that.

M had been stuck in one street for years, till FS showed her the walls were not real, just someone else's dream impeding her. Other lesson, Bullies existed even in this place.

Back in there own bodies M shakes her head, "Ok I think your a lot further advanced than me. So thank you for that."

FS shrugs, "I can introduce you to some Spirit Mentors if you like. I know one who is good at matching people with mentors who can help them."

M agrees and FS tries to Summon her dragon friend but he does not show, instead the indian Shaman comes. She is pleased to see him. They talk and the Shaman, impressed with M agress to help mentor her and help her with finding other mentors to help her on her path.

FS sighs, "to bad your spirit, I would hug you otherwise."

He smiles, "Thank you. The thought warms me." and like that the day ends.

Mirroranda lets her sleep in her living room as it is very late.

The next day Mirroranda takes her to the teacher part of the school and with the Headmasters blessing, helps her put together a spell book of a traveling sort. Gets her a proper robe to, something that fits her properly, really its not a robe, more form fitting and sexy looking but its called a robe as it's made to be used by mages.

As she is waiting for it to be made she see's all these Staves. None are enchanted M explains, They can be but mostly they are used in combat and to help focus spells, good for directional spells. FS makes little grabby motions at them and sighs, explaining in her old place she was a collector of such things and many of these look better than the ones she had.

M has the master of Staves and wands test her fellow Psion-mage to see what sort of item would work best for her.

It comes down to 3, one is a wand, but it has a bad aura that makes both women want to CLEANSE IT IN FIRE which would mean it would cease to be. (Only someone Evil could use that one) The second one, both look at and FS says, "Priest ?" M shakes her head, "No but it does have that sort of feel to it." The last one looks more like a glaive with a mages staff melded to it. Its a combination of pretty and dangerous. M thinks its perfect for her friend as she is pretty and dangerous herself. Also it has a pleasant aura with good Psychic potential. Cost 500 gold, but So worth it FS believes.

FS is happy hugging her new staff and thinking what sort of fun things she can enchant it with.

Ms last lesson from FS is how to enchant things using Psionic power. It's an easy concept but difficult to work at first. FS teaches the teacher how to make a set of Psion training stones to practice with and help her meditations.

M confesses she never thought of trying to set up an enchantment using psionics before but now she sees how easy it is and how well certain kinds of magic take to it, she is flaberghasted. "I never would have thought of that." she repeats. FS told her it came to her as she was triing to develope object reading abilities. Points out if she can learn object reading she can learn the history of items and identify magic or cursed items with out activating them. Just takes a little longer. Mirroranda is So glad Vag sent FlameSinger to her.

The next day FlameSinger, in her new outfit and staff rejoins her friends. The jaws all drop when FS drops her cloak, At least one student fainted at the sight of the stunning mage. Brani approves of the look as does Da'Rune.

Vag's Cloak picks itself up and moves around her, "Oh my yes, you look stunning my dear, Nice staff to, really fits you."

FlameSinger curtseys, "Thank you Sir Vag."

Cloak, "Sir pff, You know I no Knight."

FS looks confused for a moment, "Sir is also a term, where I am from, for a proper gentleman."

Vag is quiet for a moment, small sounds of pages turning, "HA So it is, very nice, ok I can accept that then."

One of the braver students speaks up, "Your cloak Talks?"

FlameSinger looks at him, "No, Vag, the one who made the cloak, is speaking through it. He loaned it to me as he is a very old man and can't get out much any more, it has a scrying spell on it so he can see what is around the cloak. Otherwise just using telekinesis and voice projection. If you had been listening when he went quiet there you would have heard him looking up my statement about the word Sir. Pages turning."

Vags cloak bows to the students, "True true. I gave my magic cloak to my young friend here to help on her journey."

FlameSinger nods, "If you want to know more about Vag the Hermit ask the teacher Mirroranda or the Headmaster, both know him or of him at least."

Letting Vag wrap his cloak about her she nods to them and heads off with her friends. Vag whispers to her, "Nicely done. You sure you don't want the job of Priestess ? Your good at it."

She whispers back, "Still thinking about. Its a big descion you know. The way my mind works, could take a few years."

Light laughter from the cloak.

This time they come out the ground floor entrance. Unfortunetly Mr Potts is down there to. He starts to turn as they exit and Aysun feels her arm grabbed but no one is there. Looking around she realises that FlameSinger is missing, then whispered in to her ear, "Its just me. Saw that Potts fool again and I don't want the head-ache he is likely to cause." Aysun looks around, spots him glaring at them but as they are missing his favorite target he leaves them alone.

Da'Rune has a map of the city (a must in this kind of place) and thus takes the lead. A little ways down the road, FS drops the invisibility and sighs, but keeps a hold of Aysuns arm, she is a little hunched over and playing the role of an old woman. The others get it. Her looks in a crowded city could be dangerous. All the sprained necks and accidents cause people are looking at her and not where they are going, yeah dangerous. The act just makes her look mostly harmless, though that staff says otherwise. She is a surprisingly good actress, Hel thinks, she is even doing the sounds some old people do with her mouth, has her hands covered by the cloak and the hunch makes it hard to make out her face or figure. Hel can't help think how good an assassin she would make if she were a touch more ruthless.

Purse snatcher runs by at that moment, hugging someones satchel, with out looking up or even in the thiefs direction, the bottom of the staff slips out, catching the thiefs leg, causing him to fall, she moves forward with the gate of the elderly, "You alright there Sonny" she as even as she 'accidently' stabs him in the thigh with her staff, "Oh dear, sorry about that" she says in the old woman voice, before swinging the staff off his legs and with deceptive force straight in to his groin.

By the time the guard get there the theif is rolled around his privates and begging someone to get the 'crazy old woman' away from him.

The person he had robbed catches up, right behind the guard who pull him up and return the mans satchel. A third guard puts a hand on the old womans back, "You alright mam ?"

She nods and does the old woman laugh, "oh yes dear. thank you for asking." Asyun is grining, "70 years old and still able to take care of herself." she tells the guard who grins at the pretty young women helping the old lady around.

The head guard ask Hel (who is in her uniform as a legal assassin ) "Lucky the old woman managed to stop him."

Hel smiles widely, "Oh nothing to do with luck, Grandma was once a well known assassin back in the day. She still has her skills and has no love of theives like that one."

Retired assassin, ok then, nice old lady who knows how to kill. Sometimes people forget that old people were young and possibly dangerous. The ones who make it to her age especially so.

"What got her out of the business ?" he ask curiously. Hel nods at her, "Back Injury, in the form of a knife in it. Has not been able to sit up straight since then. Why she uses a staff to walk to."

The guard is noticing that staff, it says 'piss me off, I dare you' The happy old woman holding it seems harmless, but the way she took down that thief, making it all look like an accident, yeah want to be on that ones good side.

"You all live around here ?"

Hel, "No just visiting some friends over at Albercons School of Mysteries. Grandmother is friends with one of the teachers there and our mage there is a graduate, from there." The guards make notes of that and nod.

"Reason for being down this way."

Old woman, "Shopping, I need me a new cloak." she bob nods.

Yeah they can certainly see that. then she adds, "This one does not have enough patches on it. hehehhehe *cough cough* giggle." That gets a few grins and they get sent on there way.

Well past that point FlameSinger slips up to Hel, "retired assassin, really ?"

"You got the skills, touch more ruthless and you would probably do well at it." Hel says with a smile.

"So you made me out to be a RED then." she does the head bob nod. staying in character.

Hel, questioningly, "RED ?"

"Retired, Extremely Dangerous."

Hel nods then smiles, "Yes, I certainly did. Never heard that one before."

"Spy networks back home used it for certain classes of special agents who lived long enough to reach retirement. I never did field work, was in a different office. Theif catchers catch more than thieves you know."

Drops back next to Mel, whispers, "Hel is fun to play with. I never said what I did but am letting her make her own story now."

Mel looks at her, "You are a mean one aren't you ?"

"I worked for a short time in fraud investigations. mostly collecting information and sending it on. But I did not tell her that, I just mixed a lot of truthful information and then am letting her come to her own conclusions. Telling me I would make a good assassin, pah."

Mel considers, "You don't like assassins do you ?'

"Don't like the business of it. Can see the need, even have a little training in it. But then so does Aysun but don't tell her I told you. Supposed to be a secret and she will deny it. But I can tell because she has the same fighting style in it I do. In Japan Assassins are shadow and rumor but are not supposed to exist except as stories to scare children. Ghost in the world of the living. So they deny it save to their hidden lords."

Aysun is up front with Da'Rune helping navigate the group, Hel is in the middle and Brani is near her so Hel can keep her from doing something stupid. But Hel looks distracted.

Mel shakes her head, "You have a mischevious streak and can be touble. Why you telling me all this though."

"Hel telling those guards I was a retired assassin pissed me off. I am showing you how I handle being angry. I am good at stories. I know how to mix truth and half truths to make it believeable. Thing about working in fraud you learn how to spot it, in time you start to learn how to do it to. I am a theif catcher and I am proud of that."

Mel is watching Brani now, see's Brani pick someones pocket, hide the coins, then see's those same coins slip off Brani and back in to the purse they were taken from by 'invisible hands' with niether victim or thief any the wiser.

Yep their new friend was very good and she can see Why she is proud of her skills and is miffed at being misidentified.

They end up going through an alley, no one is about so FlameSinger stands up straight, her back popping and she breaths a little easier. By the time they come out She has changed persona's. Now she walks straight but with a limp, like one knee does not bend right or somthing. Has put on both her cap and her Hunters hat (has flaps that cover the ears and is 'furr' lined). Its a little old and has some stains but in good repair, the cap keeps it from slipping to far forward but also shades her eyes, Not as good disguise as the hood from the cloak, but still detracts from her over all appearance enough to keep the accidents from happening.

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Mel watched the transformation and wonders how much of her theif catching was desk work and how much was sneaking in to enemy territory in disguise.

Looks at Mel and says in an off pitch voice with a strange accent. "I used to be an adventurer like you, but I took an arrow to the knee." Grins at her, Mel shakes her head and giggles. FS has pushed out her chin and rolled her bottom lip inward some, little silly looking but also detracts from her normal stunning looks. She takes on a simple but friendly expression and thus a new traveling companion is born, Mel ask "So whats your name."

FS, "Cletus, Ms Cletus of Possum Holla" neck stuck out and the body language changes to fit the new personality. Mel just shakes her head, "You are a strange girl."

FS, "Yep. But I git the job done."

Brani looks back to see what is so funny and comes to a stop with her mouth hanging open, FS walks past her, "Trying to catch fly's there honey" she says in her strange voice and accent. Hel looks, starts, then shakes her head. No make-up, just a slight change in facial expression, new hat and body movement and she looks like a totally different person.

Mel comes along side Hel, "I think Brani's brain just broke." Hel nods, "Mine almost did to. She is in rare form today." Hel states as she collects Brani.

Da'Rune is looking for a particular store. One that sells special weapons. The girls are doing a good job keeping up and gawking at the stores when Aysun, looking back at the group notices they have lost there walking traffic accident, she catches Da'Runes arm, "Lost FlameSinger."

The girls stop and look around, Brani says, "She was just ahead of us, playing some yokal type character. "

Back the way they came they suddenly hear what sounds like an orchastra start to play then this Voice singing a beautiful song they have never heard. About love and how it's a stranger. (You Only Live Twice)

There is a crowd forming in front of a music store just up the road.

Its quiet for a moment as the song ends, the Proprieter is sitting next to the door when the girls get there and see instruments float in to the air and start to play by themselves. With FireSinger 'conducting' them.

He leans over to some of the people, "She came in and asked if she could play some of the instruments, as its been a slow day I said sure. She is Good."

She starts a little dance with the next song (Diamonds are forever) her face shows the anguish of a woman trying to convince herself that she does not need love, that she has been hurt and so turns away from the temptation of love to the cold love of the gems.

Her next song is The World is not Enough, know when to hurt, know when to heal...

For her last song she changes it up, 'Dare to be stupid' modified for this world. Dancing around like a fool and just having fun with it. Making silly faces along with the silly dancing. Then all the instruments return to their places. She smiles and finds a very nice mandolyn and purchases it (with a nice discount from the store owner because the some of the crowd has come in and is interested in buying things or learning where to get lessions).

New mandolyn with case and several spare strings in hand, FS joins the others.

A little down the street she comments, "That was fun. Would never know I never played most of those instruments in my life."

Group stunned as she just happily walks down the street with her new instrument and staff.

Another snatcher runs out of an alley, grabs the mandolin case and tries to take off, he got 1 step before FireSingers staff came around and caught him on the back of the head and sent him face first in to a wall. The others all saw it, heard the sound of breaking bones before the man falls to the ground. FS just retrieves her case, mutters soothingly to it then carefully puts it in to her bag. Patting the bag before putting it back on her back.

Lots of people saw it happen, thief comes along, grabs pretty girls bag, ends up smashed face first in to a wall.

Takes the guard a little bit to get there (they come down on a large flying carpet) take statements, ask FlameSinger her occupation and she proudly states, "Theif Catcher and Mage." The guard look at her staff, the 'robes' and just nod. The theives have been more prevalent since the war started. Most of them come from out laying areas and turn to stealing to make a living. So they tell her, she points out the clothes of this theif are good quality, and his hands are clean, he is in excellent physical shape. This is not some shiftless type but someone who has professional training and probably high up in some gang or theives guild. Using the end of her staff she flips the man over, seeing something around his neck she uses the staff, under the guards eye, to open his shirt, revealing a silver medalion with some kind of crest on it. The guards look at it and sigh, "Musicians Guild. Let me guess your not a member ?"

She looks confused, "I am a mage who plays music for my own entertainment, why would I be ?" she counters.

Mel adds, "Also she is not from here, just visting. Do all these guilds try to steal from people ?"

Guard Mage, "Hard liner group, thinks no one who is not a member should have musical instrument or be allowed to play in public. Not that there is any law against doing such."

Hel nods, "She test played several instruments in the music store, she is quite skilled at it but by no means a professional. I think maybe jealousy at her natural talent may have been a contribing factor to."

FS Nods, "I Got Skillz."

They manage to get the theif conscious and sure enough he goes off on how she is not a member of the guild and there for should not be allowed ." FS staff is shoved under his weak chin, "I am not From here I am from the Elven Kingdom Oh STUPID One. Your guild has no power There so Shut Up."

The watching crowd all laugh and nod and comment how some people are to power hungry and stupid about it. She tells the guard, "People like him are bad for tourism which is good for the economy." Some agree and they take him away.

Others go back to shopping.

While FS was distracted with the thief Mel went to Hel, "Little heads up, I know you did not mean anything by it earlier, but you really upset FlameSinger by telling the guard her Granny was an ex assassin. She is very proud of her Thief Catcher role. "

Hel slowly nods, "ok so thats what she meant by that. I messed up then ?"

Mel nods, "Yep. She spent time learning how to catch people like you, so ..." Hel nods, "Yeah. I was just getting in to the act and then put my foot in my mouth."

Mel nods, "Pulled a real DaRonny there." little inside joke about their little mage and her bad habit of letting her mouth run and not her brain, so pulling a DaRonny is doing something with out thinking it through or considering the consquences.

Aysun is with Brani, "And there is a reason not to get on her bad side." Brani, pale, nods, "Ok the difference between theif and theif catcher is pretty straight forward, but her version can get a person killed." Brani whispers, thinking of the threat to 'bruned hands'. She sort of thought FlameSinger was joking, but looking at what she did to that purse snatcher is making her rethink that. Stealing from FlameSinger is a fast way to lose importat parts of ones person.

Da'Rune on the other hand wants to Go, its getting late and she wants to get to the weapon Store Before Lunch.

When they finally get there she checks to make Sure FS is there. She is, so she is happy about that. She heads in to talk to her favorite clerk while the others browse. Its a large place with area's people can test weapons for balance and style fits. Aysun finds some Katanas but their balance is terrible, she calls over FlameSinger and Hel to look them over.

FlameSinger picks one up, looks over the blade, checks how it's put together and the balance then declares, "Nice wall hanging, would get killed trying to use it for a weapon. The hilt is not even fixed in place properly, the blade is chromed steel, pretty to look at, but won't hold an edge. Still a good display piece."

The merchent humph, "You are an ameture."

Hel shakes her head, "Elven Master Weapon and Armor smith, she knows her stuff." Aysun nods. Nothing ruins a crooks sale like an expert in the store.

Sitting on a low shelf, covered in dust are 2 long swords in matching sheathes, FS flags down a clerk, "pardon me can I see those swords there, no the ones on the bottom shelf. " the fellow pulls them out, coughs as he gets the dust off of them and puts them on the counter. FlameSinger hands Hel her staff, "Hold this" and carefully draws a blade, the shine of a fine elven long sword is revealed. FS feels a tingle run through her body, strong waves of pleasure. She looks it over very carefully then puts it down and draws its mate, same kind of feeling runs over her. She takes off the cloak and lays it down then takes the sword to the open practice area. Aysun picks up the cloak just to be safe.

Aysun and Hel pretty much know she is going to do something spectacular. she starts out slow, like some kind of dance. Test balance, reach, how each reacts to certain movements, then she picks up speed and dances about fighting an imaginary foe and a deadly dance. Other shoppers, some experienced warriors to interested novices watch the display. She has the skill of this form a fighting, not an expert, more like a skilled novice by way of the warriors thinking, to the novices she is amazing. She comes back and ask how much. The owner looks at them, "They are not good for combat, to flimsy. " he tells her, "Practice swords" she counters. he considers, "20 gold each." she digs out the money and pays for them. Cleans their sheaths and kissing the moon crest hilts before dropping them in the magic bag.

Da'Rune found a good short sword, Aysun got FlameSinger to look it over, who agreed it was a good blade. Average quality, would fit in Da'Runes style. Da'Runes last sword was damaged fighting orcs. With Aysun and FlameSinger helping haggle much to the clerks annoyance, they got the price down to a proper level. The fellow was trying to over charge her, by a lot.

Outside, away from the store Da'Rune rounded on them, "That was rude, I always pay a bit more to get the better quality."

FlameSinger looks at her, "That sword is average quality, and its a short sword, worth exactly what you payed for, he was trying to charge you enough to get a bastard sword and 3 extra sheaths. He knew you and knew he could cheat you easily. WE two know what we are looking at and how much such things should cost."

Hel shakes her head, "Says the person who spent 40 gold on a pair of practice swords."

Aysun and FlameSinger give her a wide conspirital smile, Aysun speaks, "That fool did not know what he was talking about, sure they are slender swords, but those were Elven long swords, they make them that way on purpose. Each of those swords would have cost 100 gold easily from an elven merchant."

Hel looks like she just took a 2x4 to the face, FlameSinger leans in, "Oh it gets better, those swords are Enchanted. Don't know how far yet, have to identify them, but I could tell it while running through the practice routine."

Hel "mew" eyes the size of saucers. Mel is just laughing her ass off and Da'Rune looks confused. Brani has been in her own head since the street theif event. So misses all this. Mel, "And Hel has been broken in. Hel my girl we already knew Aysun is an expert in exotic weapons Well now we know that FlameSinger is also one. You of all people should know that."

Aysun nods, "I know weapons, as a warrior of my people it is expected."

FlameSinger whispers, "Ninja" Aysun slaps her, though not hard, she knows none of the others know what the word means.

As they walk back to the School FlameSinger takes out her mandolyn, tunes it then sings both parts of 'You've Got a Friend Me' doing a little side step walk dance to keep the rythem. She does not raise her voice beyond normal speaking levels. So only those who are walking with her can hear her clearly.

Da'Rune nods, "That is a nice song." FlameSinger nods, "Hard to do solo as its supposed to have two people doing it, the end part is supposed to be done in harmony as well. The song was part of a play about toys that came to life when ever the children were gone and continued to play and such and the relationships of the toys with each other. They even did rescues for lost toys, and similar things just so long as no mortal was around, someone comes in they drop where ever they were standing."

The others shake there head and after that each tells a story about a play, or puppet show or such they saw in their childhood. And before long with another song from FlameSinger, who tried to teach them the words, with much amusement all around. It was a real bonding kind of experience.

Back at the school FlameSinger learned they had been put up in the guest house because Da'Rune was a pretty famous mage in the school and personal friend of the Headmaster. The ladies had not been idle the day before either. The Headmaster had talked the ladies in to doing a presentation of their different occupations or in Aysuns case about her culture as he believes in expanding their understandings of the wider world.

In their shared common room Hel pins down FlameSinger about something that has been bothering her, "What is a Ninja ?"

Aysun slightly tenses up but FlameSinger puts down her mandolyn, "A legend, story and myth all in one. Ninja are shadows and misdirection, a, hm, ok a mysterious crime happens but there is no evidence no culprit is found, that story becomes the work of a Ninja. Someone dies in a mysterious way, it was a ninja mind you more often than not that 'mysterious way' was a stroke or heart attack, or accident, but as it was unexpected then these Ninja's who are made of shadow and mist are the ones who did it. They are a ghost story taught to Japanese children. Ninjitsu on the other hand was a combat style based on those stories, it teaches the defence of not being where you oppent thinks your going to be. It's all about avoiding attacks and escape. Used largely by spys and theives. who love to spread the ninja stories in order to misdirect people from the truth. That is what a Ninja is."

Aysun nods, "Good synopisis". She says." I was raised on those stories, for years I thought if I was bad the Ninja were going to come and take me away."

Da'Rune, "Boogy man of the Japanese world then." the two women nod.

FS grins, "I liked the stories growing up. They were popular in my peoples stories, but they tended to make them in to the hidden hero's of the world, fighting evil in the shadows. Then disappearing in to the light, disguised as normal everyday people."

Aysun thinks, "I like your peoples version better than mine. Any other fictional things based on my people."

FS thinks, "Wire Fu, so called because of the extravigated actions, in plays the actors wore special harnesses with wires attached, so they could jump impossible distances, or run at impossible speeds, fighting had more of the impossible aspects. Lots of illusions used in the stories. Great fun those." Aysun nods with a smile, "Yes I have heard stories like that. Always people fighting but the effects of their actions would take someone with nearly god like power in reality. But in the stories all the warriors, or at least the champion level ones had that kind of power."

Aysun and FlameSinger worked together to make such a story for the others, whispering together to mix a couple different stories in to a hilarious whole.

Thus they spent their last night in the City of Wonders.