(I'm still here, writer's block, and kinda waiting for a good chance to pop in xD Just wanted to say that so you guys know Will's still there, with Florence attempting to seduce him.)

Caine overhearing the conversation, hmm what’s Aliwa doing?...curious… Caine returns his gaze to his partner, “Looks like Sire cooled down a bit, I’m going over to speak with him.” *raises right hand and points*, “You in the meantime, accompany Aliwa and help her with whatever she’s doing so that she isn’t late for her match.” I don’t want the 2nd round to be delayed. “It shouldn’t be a problem for you to leave, cause you already had your match.”

With everything set in motion, Caine left Shahin and made his way to Sire. Caine slowly approached Sire, but halted immediately when he spotted the White medic near Anette. Looks like I won’t have to bother Sire. As he changed course, he pulled down his hood so that his eyes and most of his face was covered. Lets make this quick. The cold tactician steps beside the medic,

“I have a proposition for you.”

Shahin raised a brow at Caine. "Ooookay...." He slowly backed away from the ice-eyed assassin and turned around. Okay, that was weird...What's up with Caine? He tryin' to play match-maker or something? Haha, not that I'm complaining... He thought, pleased. Isn't it obvious, Caine just wants you out of his way. You are quite annoying. NANANANA!! NO, he wants to talk to stinky old Sire, so I'll let him! And I would MUCH rather talking to...someone else. Well that leaves a lot to the imagination...

The tattooed assassin saw Aliwa not to far off. He waved his hand above his head and tried to get her attention. "Hey! Where are you off to?" He placed a hand on Aliwa's shoulder and felt her jump slightly. He also noticed her face looked kind of worried. Shahin's voice softened, "Hey what's the matter? You still headin' off to those stables?"

Aliwa attempted a smile at Shahin and laughed to herself. "Heh, I would be, but as it seems I still dont know where they are.--- And I didnt want you to get mad at me again! Thats why I didnt ask you..." She scratched the back of her head, razzling her short curls again. "I could always just look around for someone here who's already on a horse and steal it from them, but I dont want to get on Sire's bad side already." She said quietly to herself. "Anyway, I gotta head into town reeeeaaallly quickly to pick up something for my match." She shrugged and looked up into his eyes taking a step forward and leaning seductivly on him. "You wouldnt want to come with me, would you?" She asked in a flirty tone. Pleeeeeaaaassseee? There are alot of people out there who still want me dead.. probubly better to keep that little fact away from him for as long as possible. She thought.

Nick popped out of the collar of her shirt and bit Aliwa's jaw line. 'Stop wasting time and get to the stables!' He seemed to say. He went to bite Shahin too for distracting her, but he was quickly pushed back into her shirt by Aliwa. Ali flipped the long curls which hung down the right side of her face over her shoulder and walked around Shahin and took a few steps towards the monestary then looked back at him.

"Its perfectly understandable if you dont want to come, I mean, I could always just go ask that Kosen fellow to show me the way." She teased hoping to make him just jealous enough to go with her. Her light purple eyes glinted in the sun and she winked at the tattooed egyptian. Aww this is wrong, Im just concluding all the rubbish about women using their charm to get what they want... I'll apolagise later, I just want to see if it will work. He's probubly too out there to remember that I dont even know what Kosen looks like! HA! Men.. She thought.

"WHAT?! NO NO NO NO NO!!" Shahin stomped towards Aliwa, getting right up to her and pointing to her face. "There's no way I'm going to let that asshole even think about taking you anywhere!" He proclaimed, grabbing Aliwa's wrist before she could protest. He started dragging her across the field towards the monastery stables. Gragh...stupid Kosen trying to come and steal one of my friends, again! If you're referring to Annette, she really wasn't your 'friend'. Plus it was ALIWA who wanted to find Kosen. Hey! Annette was an Eagle Feather! And now she seems to be avoiding me. Either that or she's just attached to Kosen's hip... He mused, gently scanning the assassins around him for any sight of the blonde-haired Eagle Feather.

Isn't Sire going to yell at you for leaving the fights? Nah! You heard him! He said we could leave...plus, Fahim doesn't seem to want to talk at the moment. And Alphonse....is just being cool by getting all 'buddy-buddy' with Saaachu~! He inwardly sneered at the thought.

Shahin looked back at Aliwa and he noticed that he was still dragging her by her wrist. "Ah sorry!" He released the girl's slender wrist. He turned around and wrung his hands together nervously, "So...What are you going to pick up in town?" He looked back up towards the monastery. "It's weird," He said softly, "I didn't think you were in Lazarath long enough to know where you're going. I mean, if you don't even know how to get to the stables, how are you going to pick up whatever you need from town?" He said, stopping himself before he started to ramble.

Aliwa allowed herself to be dragged along by the egyptian. She burst out laughing as he let go of her hand and had to wait for herself to catch her breath before she could reply. "Oh, Shahin. Your so cute when your jealous. Dont you remember that I dont have the slightest idea who Kosen is? I promise I wont trick you like that anymore." She sighed. "As you know Im not really in possetion of any weapons at the moment, so I'm going to pick one up. After all, if you look out there, the field is littered with the discarded throwing knives nobody bothered to pick up. I figured I'd use those to my advantage." She pulled Shahin to her and pointed out at the field to spot said weapons. "It's simple, the whole Lazarath thing." She let him go and walked along side him looking at her feet. "I travel by foot most of the time, so I've been walking to town whenever I need to get there. Ive lived here for a few months, I've just been hiding in the woods, if you can remember, thats where I came from when I tackled you." She said with a chuckle. "Just got tired of walking and desided to finally take a look." She stopped herself once she realised she was rambling. "Sorry.. I'll stop now." She let out a nervous laugh.

Her kind gesture having been rejected, Lucia placed the items back into her rucksack. This was one of the reasons why she preferred to stay away from people. Well, it wouldn’t matter much. When the fracture reopened in about a week, she’d find out for herself. It was none of her business dealing with other people’s problems to begin with.

The side of the arena was beginning to become crowded. It was not an enjoyable situation for Lucia. “I wonder if the fights have ended already. Sire may have ordered them to halt.” She thought to herself. She would have to return to the barracks soon where she could continue her experiments uninterrupted. It was indeed very tedious. It was then that Lucia noticed someone approaching her. She identified the stranger as Caine Liandri, having previously gone through the Brotherhood’s archives. He must have just finished his fight, judging by the injuries.
Lucia was surprised when she was offered some brand of proposition. Perhaps she could humor this prospect for a while. It may even prove to provide her with more valuable medical data.

“It is the way of the gentleman to state his name before approaching a young lady.” Lucia said snidely. “But I will permit you to go on with this ‘proposition’ of yours.”

OOC: I made reference to the Archives FTW. Also, Lucia is a bit of a prick. But, I guess with her past it’s to be expected. Don’t hold it against me. =3

Kosen was leaning up against a tree, shrowded in the shadows cast by the leaves, A small stripe of sun light fell across his face, across one of his eyes. He was still tired from the fight, and mad at himself for loseing, though he was more than over that.
As he rested, he sat up abit more , his back pressed up against the rough bark of the tree, it was not the most comfertible place in the monastery, or in the immediate area, but it was more than enough for him at the time.
As he rested up against the tree he looked out across the field, He caught a glimpse of Shahin and the assassin that had the cute ferret. Kosen played around with the idea of interupting ther conversation, but he decided that it would be better not to give Shahin any more reason to hate him.
Instead Kosen simply reached into a small pouch that was tied around the inside of his cloak, andd removed a small, round loaf of bread.
Kosen broke of a little peice, and popped it into his mouth, afew crumbs falling onto his cloak were quickly whiped away in a happhazard maner. It wasnt so much that he cared about afew crumbs, as it was that he didnt fell like looking like a slob today. He attempted to occupy his mind with random thoughts that would make no sense to anyone, infact they made no sense to him.
With a sigh he closed his eyes and let his head fall against the tree. "I think I need to take a nap." he said to himself, not moving for a few seconds before standing to his feet. "Well Enough wasteing time" he said to himself as he stood up , replaced the loaf of bread, and walked in the opposite direction of Shahin and his lady friend.

Regil was approaching the tree his hood pulled up and over his eyes only a trickle of blood running down from his re-scarred face. he stepped forward and turned towards the tree standing there staring at the tree intencely. His right hand slowly went to his right shoulder, giving the appearance he was reaching for his khopesh. He thenswungs his arm swinging a knife into it can cutting the tree, he slashed it into the tree then hopped up on the knife then into the tree letting the knife comeout of the tree as he made it into the branches.

He plucked leaves and twigs from the branches and pushed them into the strapes acrost his cloak making his apperrance simular to the trees giving him a camofluage.