Three Fabulous Toys

(Oh God Tyro! Why did you have Tyro ask Bella that!)

Bella smiled wickedly and opened her shirt so her metal breastplate was showing. Curving out the sides of the metal bra were gold lines which ended sharply but curved gracefully. Even looking at the edges of the rune/glyph one would get the sense it was demonic, but not. Old, but new. A sense of knowledge of every age that seemed just out of reach.

Slowly the gold lines faded so they were only just visible on her pale skin, her eyes would be back to normal "That is what's with the eyes Mr Lightwood."

Turning back to the wheel her eyes changed back into plated gold disks, and Tyro might of just glimpsed a glow of gold as she buttoned her shirt back up.
She hit the accelerator even as the man asked them not to go. But she send him directions to a park not to far from the hide out so that she could see what he wanted once the mortals were safe. The wind would guide him.

"Try not to communicate with him at this moment. My sister will figure it all out." Came Alan's voice from the front seat as he copied his sister in hitting the accelerator and having the cars roar like lions challenging one another.

As the cars past each other they would be able to see how the cars were slowly streaking with shadow so that one could easily look over the car. (Shadows covering the cars in a way which would have them blend into any surrounding as just another shadow.)

Smiling Alan pushed his foot to the floor and took off in front with Bella close behind.

Within a couple of minutes they were on the outskirts of the city and driving into a small hill which seemed to have a rock face pivoted at a strange angle, the drove through this opening and into Alan garage. Behind them the rock face would slide down so it was undetectable and now looked natural.

The twins parked the cars, turned them off and got out into Alan's 'hobbie room'. Bella smiled and started walking to one of the doors on the side of the garage. They might notice how the space looked a bit too big to fit in the hill for the slope they had went down.

Alan waved the others along and went after his sister. As she threw open the door to the elevator (No safety stuff around here.) she remembered to hit a button on the wall and activate the elevator which quickly come down to fill in the hole which seemed to go forever down. As it got there she stepped in and waited for the others. It was just big enough to fit everyone inside comfortably. She hit the button for the third from top floor. Although strangely the top floor was labeled G.

Once they got to the floor Bella would open the door and step out into a room that had every weapon any of them had probably seen and more. Some were on the walls while others were in storage boxes. In the middle of it all was what looked like a cannon from a tank but modified to be hand held, but only if you could hold the weight.

After walking down the ruined roads Vincent found a giant metallic statue with signs of battle damage on the surface, whilst scaling virticle towards the top of this solid giant Vincent felt the Aura dissappearing from the limited reaches of his sence to find them. "Leaving the city....Hmmm...".

Reolizing the Aura leaving the city to the outskirts Vincent stood amoungst a defiled metallic statue with it's one great arm reaching towards heaven but half of it's face and body smoldered by fire. Vincent stood on the tip of the giant statues hand staring out to thier direction.

"There..." Vincent with a swift move from his hand sliced straight through the air causing a disharmony for a few seconds between the air it's self and the laws of nature, with nothingness between Vincent's graceful slice he then sent out a loud howl like sound that echoed far beyond the bounderies of the City and the Outskirts them selves.
"Argh...Why the Hell do I....Continue like...This.." Shaking his head from the wonder of doing the abnormal, Vincent then lept off the hand causing his speed to shatter what was left of the ruined statue.

Vincent's hair flickered in the wind as his silvereted hair sways from one side to the next, touching his blood stained eye bandage he held out both arms to each side, causing more wind resistance allowing him to run faster, able to overwhelm the speed of the cars under him, as they traveled either to get out of the city or to find a battle. Vincent turned out to be a fickle light by the normal human eye. Leaving the gruond to pick up behind him Vincent ran towards the last known location he senced the Aura.

Gritting his teeth he looked from one side to the next looking down at the scortched floor made by tire marks. "Your not exactly human yourself...Are you..." With a questionable look appearing on his face he looked at the tracks they left behind them, that the norm wouldnt be able (let alone bothered) to see, Vincent beginning his persue once more walked towards the edge of the city walls. Scaling the walls like he did with the statue, Vincent stood on the great walls that seperated the City from the wastelands.

Kneeling down Vincent stares out at the outskirts with his one eye staring out seldomly to the open space. "So I can sence every aura...With the radius of this city....I would have senced them now...." Looking around slowly. "So where..." Still with a questionable look on his face he looked away as the dust and ash of the outskirts slowly fly over the city walls.

Vincent looking up stares out towards the Giant building that make up the inner city.

If it wasn't immediately obvious that Bella and Alan weren't odd people, then it was definitely more obvious when Bella willingly opened her shirt then promptly showed off her chest.....plate. Yes, apparently, Bella didn't trust the normal world not to try and kill her at any moment. But, closer inspection showed that it seemed more like an exoskeleton rather than simple plates of metal. There was a more...organic detail to the plate.

She did up her shirt and faced the wheel of the car. He was content with the fact that he'd got rather close to being flashed but couldn't shake the feeling that Bella had actually not told him enough to understand why she seemed to have grown sunglasses, of some kind. He kept quite though. It might just crop up.


"Sir." Kyrios turns, looking towards Lombard who has fallen against another console in the lookout room of the watchtower. He is displaying that look that some employees have when they might have a career-ending moment on their hands. Or items close to hand will start flying. "Reports coming in about a man that caused a large area of damage on his own. He's run away at high speed. He was lost by patrol teams."
The black fox stood still for a few seconds. His fist gives the demented console in front of him with an angry punch. Like a piston, he drew in a breath as he stood straight.
"Lombard, tell Digital to get his little project out the door today. After to day, he is to search the networks around here for a hacker. He is also to be creating defences against this hacker. Then, have all patrols on the lookout for ways the locals are getting a message for help out. There must be some way this new maniac with powers and an Adonis complex has been alerted and brought here and I don't want any more of them to arrive." He then sets off towards the exit. "I'm going to go find the latest freedom-fighter to turn up in my city and drag him against every wall I find."

Tyro steps out, looking around the secret hideout crossed with a luxury flat as they crossed it towards a lift that took them to a gun store. His eyes lit up like a child brought to Toys-R-Us for the first time and told they could have anything they liked. He immediately moved to one of the boxes, flipping it open.
"Sweet. Where are the shotguns?"

Vincent suddenly holding his head keeping a tight grip he shakes his head from one side to anouther as if effected in unimaginable ways. Like a different person, Vincent stands up and looks to one side still positioned on the walls of thr outter city. "Hmph....What pathetic excuses of existance...." He then looks down to the populase under him. "I think they need a nap....A long one..." With a glint in his eye and the evolvsion on his body, noticable to the eye a fang appears from the side of his mouth, but not like a vampire. More like a dog or wolf of some type, he then flips off the giant wall splitting the wall in shattered peices causing the lines to blend in as the wastelands dust and ash coax through the peices of rubble and into the city. With him slidding down he causes a reaction with the matter in the wall it's self, causing the giant walls to break while he makes his move down.

"Call this freedom?" As he points towards the wastelands, "If you want to live...." Staring out at the shocked group that looked beaten up and mucky "Then you have a better chance of surviving out there..." While he turns towards the waste lands. "Than in here..." And with a unnatural shout the hundreds of people that grouped him suddnely ran, like a stampeed people were pushing and shoving stepping over each other and punching thier way through. "Hmph....Animals..." With them words he turned his gaze towards the city with a smile.

With anouther great shout this time longer, the ground quivered under his feet as the air thickened filled his a pulse that intensified, calming down Vincent lowered his head shaking it from one side to anouther. "I will find out...What happened here..." Sounding aggrivated he then looked back up with his silverted hair waving and twisting in the winds, he then took off in a great burst of speed away from the now shattered walls in the one area.

(She was actually showing the rune or glyph which is in her skin over her heart.)

Bella smiled and grabbed Tyro's hand and took him to a bunch of cabinets which she looked at for a second before rattling off their contents while pointing to appropriate draws.
"Original twelve gauge, original double barrel, original sawn off, original pump action. Modified quad barrel, modified quick loader...." The list went on and on with even things like plasma loaders being mentioned.

Alan smiled to see everyone having fun with Bella's weapon stash. Alan had a similar one but his was all swords and the such, and they had all been crafted by ether him or someone of equal or more skill smithing... Like a nice throwing star crafted to travel at any speed easily, of course the crafter of this was Rhiana.
He bent down and picked up the cannon (One handed.) and held it to his eye as if aiming. Seemingly randomly the smile dropped from his face and he put the cannon down. He moved to the lift and threw open the door before sending it down, as soon as it had moved he stepped forward and jumped straight up.

On top of the hill a large boulder opened with an elevator ding. A silver blur came out of it and slowly it closed behind. Moving at incredible speeds Alan ran towards the man who had just broken a wall.
Faster then one would think possible Alan turned up in front of Vincent, a wall of muscle and speed. His swords hung from there positions on his hips and back.

"What are you doing?" Alan's voice was perfectly calm and friendly. As one would speak to a friend who was caught doing something weird/strange... Like the chicken dance in a public place.

(To the largely ignorant Tyro, she would have to actually show him her breasts to get a more meaningful response.)

Tyro nodded slowly with every vaguely recognisable word coming from Bella. All the while, his face showed interest while his brain simply looked over the guns, looking for what would be cool to fire from the hip.
"Brilliant. Is there a way of taking...loads of them? Like some straps or something? I've only got these ones for my pistols." He seemed to look over somewhere else. "Oooh!" Like an impulse-shopper, he slides over to something shiny.
"Pulse Pistols. Modified pistols to attack with incendiary slugs." He takes one of the sliver guns from its case looking it over in closer detail. He then points it at an imaginary target, away in the distance. "Even better: they look like 44. Magnums. I'm having these." He takes two, slipping them into the spots where his pistols used to take up. They were in a pocket in his coat.

A stall had been set up in the city. It was an odd little stall if you happen to realise what it was promoting. Grinning, android-like humanoids in purple, tight-fitting suits stood with arms of leaflets. Each was given with the grin from the Barbie and a "You won't regret it" from the Ken. On the display was Kyrios, largely shrouded in darkness, grinning like he's secretly won a game you weren't aware you were playing. Purple borders surround slogans such as "Improve your body!" and "Fight for your city!". Before this advertising campaign from the city's new dictator, the two doll-people moved with almost no fluidity. Movements were make with several jerks as though assembly line machines. Replies had all the wrong tones and their eyes seemed to just miss the correct place to look at a face.
The Barbie approached Alan, unaware that she could have been snapped in two by one of his sneezes.
"Hell-o sir. Can I int-er-est you in a won-der-ful op-er-tun-ity to be-come all you can be in our lords em-ploy?" The glazed-over eyes and the out-stretched hand with the leaflet clasp between a couple of fingers painted a distinctive picture. Or an off-handed metaphor...

Vincent looking at this new stranger tilts his head to one side, completly ignoring his question Vincent stands up tapping himself down. Releasing a sigh he moves away from the rubble of the wall turning his attention to this new character, staying silent he stares at him blankly yet sencing something coming from the opposite way, something at high speed. Perhaps a missile from the war battling inside the city, or perhaps something coming towards us both.

As Vincent turns away he holds his hand to one side and suddnely strikes it in the opposite direction as a air current opens up, suddnely a visible aciont of a chipped and scuffed sword appears isible to the human eye. With the air brushing away light peices of rubble Vincent looks to one side once more to the stranger taking in his scent.

He then walks away with his blade scrapping across the floor leaving scared marks, due to the unlikely sharpness of the blade, with a light laugh coming from Vincent and the words "Appearances are deceaving....No?" With Vincent stopping suddenly looking down the ruined streets, "It's a shame...." With Vincent placing his sword onto his sholder like a toy he taps it against the back of his sholder.

"So...What do you want..." In a tone that carries no emotion neither warmth nor coldness.

"Mom, Me and Dom want to know about him?" said her little hacker with his twin. Both armed in their own ways and they are no longer childern that she raised. This sadden, but had her hopefull. Lem always the calm cool headed one while his brother Dom always act first before thinking. They are one half of one another.



Lilly wonders how two boys that look the same have two different minds. "Well, it has to deal with Kyrios." she said with tiried tone. To her it feels like years since a few days ago, but she still trying to figer everything out for herself.

((Stopping.... Bella... From.... Forcing.... Me... To.... Write the... Inappropriate yet true... Statement she wanted to make.....))

Alan turned his back to Vincent as he examined the robot "Yo Denity?"

The robot would spasm and suddenly the purple look would be overtaken by cyan. It would flinch as it seemed to go through a range of test movement, which were more fluid then before. Slowly it's jaw opened and out came Denity's voice "Yes Alan."

All he could do was shake his head while holding a grin on his face "Can you do something for me?" The robot just nodded "I'm about to send it's head flying, can you activate some sort of tracker so it tells Kyrios that someone who seems to dislike him is here and just destroyed his bot?" The bot nodded again as the cyan light faded "Knock away sir."

A moment later a message would be sent to Kyrios explaining that acts of violence had been used on one of his advertising bots. This would also have a map which showed where it had taken place and anything Kyrios would need to make his way there.

Alan turned as the bots head went into the distance just in time to take notice of Vincent's question "To see what you think you are doing. Maybe enlist you to fight Kyrios." He bent down and picked up one of the flyers for Kyrios army.
His fingers tapped against the paper as he thought of what to do "What is your goal?" He finally asked.
As normal for Alan, even though he had no need, just seeing that guys sword made him want to see how well he could use it.

Smiling as everyone fussed over her weapons she pressed a button in the wall and a door slid open which lead to a firing range. It was enchanted to even test explosives like the hand cannons shells. She reached into a box by the wall and pulled out a large handful of razor sharp knives, a dangerous act for someone who didn't know what they were doing. Straight away she walks into the room and waits for someone else to to join her. She would ask them to fire and as they did she would throw a knife and attempt to knock the bullet/s off course.

Vincent still staring blankly towards the ruined bombed streets hearing his question, he turns to one side looking to Alan with one honey suckle coloured eye and a light smile, "My Goal? To stop this madness really..." With them words his sword fades back under his coat sheathing it into a lock position, as Vincent turns his head away from Alan once more a light breeze sweeps across allowing my long spiked silvereted hair blowing in the wind along with my trench coat.

"Why are you here? What is it you show you need to achieve..." With sounds of destructive impacts seen and heard in the back ground as flames and explotions that collapse buildings and shatter roads, tapping against the sheath of his blade Vincent looks up releasing a sigh sniffing the air and listening intensly. Ignoring the robot that was speaking to Alan Vincent kneels down feeling the floor holding a curved hand to ash and dust. "As for Enlisting me...That'll be hard..." With Vincent standing up he walks to the side of the ruined wall sitting on a large slab of rubble.

A whistling whined-down over the conversation. A few rasps of air, sweeping leaflets away as the vehicle lands its heavy bulk down.

He steps out on the ground.

The Ken-doll man trudges over to his colleague. The practised, fatigued smile had been put a way to have horror look over Barbie's stunned face. A vain of blood was snaking down her top lip. He face was caught in that smile.
"Hey! Hey! Are you all right?" He whispers, apprehensively shaking her shoulder.

"I hope you have a good reason to destroy my city." Kyrios strides towards Vincent.

Looking blankly towards this new character that walks through the dust that filled the air, Vincent tilts his head to one side. "How can I care for your city....When it isn't your in the first place?" As Vincent blinks in a questioning state towards him, then with a smile noticing his equiptment that was attached to his holsters as well as what he held. Vincent turns to one side between Alan and Kyrios he looks towards a home half shattered from the impact from th blast of the tummbling wall earlier.

"If this is your City, then learn to take care of it..." With a flare in his one honey suckle eye he looks to the side staring at Kyrios with the air beginning to pick up with the dust unsettling it's self beniefe all three of thier feet, he holds his hand to one side awaiting a hostile attack sencing his Aura to be of negetive energy.

" If you've come to fight...Then becareful who you pick your fights with..."

Alan smiles "Eh, people have told me life is hard as well." He frowned as the vehicle lands "But I'm yet to see proof of that."

He watches the two with a vague smile, he is now leaning against a human sized boulder. It was interesting that the two immediately forgot about him. Well his aura was apparently tiny compared to the two ether side of him.

Without standing he relaxed his hold on his aura and it would suddenly spike. Unlike his restrained fake aura this had no feel of ether good or bad, it just simply was. It continued to rise until it took physical form and started peeling off him, the pressure of gravity around them seemed to increase painfully before the aura dropped again, not back to it's restrained form but into one that matched theirs "Maybe you should... Reassess the situation."

Shrugging Bella proceeded to throw knives into the targets. She would them figure their own histories out.

The face of the black fox seemed to set as his eyes fell on Alan.

His ribs involuntarily twinged. His heart decided to pick up its pace and he could swear arms in his muscles appeared to be tensing like they were attempting to harden for some reason. A low, constant, unbroken growl bubbles away as Kyrios walks around Vincent towards Alan. He was to stare at the son of Satan straight in the eye.

You see, intimidation is an act. Like portraying a character on stage, making a man ruin his clothes through excreting sweat, tears or the contents of his bladder is like a male bird's plumage: its all for show that has to be used in just the right way. The thing was that Alan and Bella's appearance threw that off a little. None the less, he lets his eyes practically mine into Alan's as he squares him up.
"What are you doing here? I wouldn't have thought I'd be of any importance to the likes of you. I am simply part of Social Evolution. Why the anti-me talk?"

His hand snaps to Vincent's neck like a viper. Its a well-practised, accurate and oiled movement; the ebony fingers slip around the throat. He never squeezes. Instead, that vampiristic touch comes to play. Energy and strength are pulled from his body. The fight in Vincent seems to leak away towards Kyrios' grip.
"I pick fights with whoever I damn well like. Leave the big boys alone and you can go home to play with your train set. Or what ever you do? Shop for eye-patches I suspect."
Like releasing a prisoner, he just loosens his grip, letting Vincent free.

Tyro spins the pistols on his fingers before fireing at the targets. Its like a sped-up firework when it shoots a round. A burst of light hits a target like an arrow. The target is set on fire too.

"Its all rather simple actually. If you think about it." Tyro raises then fires again. The burning slug fizzles out in the back wall. "A timeline is just a string of decisions made by one person in reaction to the ones everyone else makes, I guess. Anyway, 'The Right to a Good Life' is a machine that changes the person that makes those decisions. We are currently in an alternate universe. One where I am a Computer programmer that's changed his name recently to Tyro Lightwood. I am basically alone, I have a few close mates and that's it. Job, a few drinks in the week, bed. Once Kyrios rolled in, I chose to do something more drastic with my lie and add meaning to it. So, I thought I could just shoot him in the head. I'm sure you know that that didn't work out."
A slow release of breath and he hits the target in the shoulder. The breathing thing from that film he can't remember the name of works.
"A long while away, Lilly, and I'll be willing to bet that is not your real name either, came come here because she's looking for the Black Fox. Kyrios has got to fall and its taken 5 months to get this far. She arrives in the same lab where I've been captured already. We're then shoved in the machine to become each other...Its an alternate universe machine. Different people have governed a new life. The biggest difference is your Mother."
He lowers the gun and looks to Lilly's Leth and Dom. He's got his back to the floodgates and pushing as hard as he can.
"Here, your Mother is Lilly. In my world, both of you have less human in you. More wolf...." He was trailing off. He wasn't sure where that line of conversation would go...

"Oh, and our sister Toivo is alive in your timeline." Lem said like he get the whole idea with a slight smile. But Dom gives everyone a dumb look like it went over his head. "Huh?" Dom said stupidly. Lem faceplam because shis brother doesn't get it. Sometime he thinks his brother can be dumb as a rock, and he wounders how Dom get out of everything without a plan.

"Yep, that basical it." Lilly said with a light smile, knowing that Tyro is right. She can see that Lem got it, but it went over poor Dom's head. She knows that Dom is not the best at thinking.

"Where is Alan?" the green eyed woman ask, becaus he been gone for a while now.

"Anti-you talk? I would hardly call it that. But as for you being natural... No messing with the powers you are using is not natural. I'm here on a favor and to keep some balance around here. After all a whole army with you leading it against two people. To me it doesn't sound fair, I'm here to even the odds."
He left out that his sister was here on purpose, no point in spoiling the surprise.

Waiting until Kyrios releases Vincent he decides to play his game. Standing to his full height and steps towards Kyrios and his eyes lock onto the black foxes. His ice blue eyes seem to piece the soul, all the while twinkling with an ever present amusement. He steps forward again so that he is right in front of the fox a mountain of muscle standing over him. (I can never remember how tall Kyrios is, if he is taller just take it in an intimidation sense rather then physically doing so.)
He doesn't speak just looks into the foxes eyes, daring him to take up the challenge and daring him to look away.

Bella flings a knife and lands it perfectly in the targets head, right between the eyes. She taps her fingers on the wall as she thinks "He went after the strange presence from before, I'm not sure what he is doing now..." She turns and picks up a grenade which was on the floor, she pulls the pin with her teeth and throws the grenade under the target. "Anyway, I wouldn't worry about him."

((Zombieland reference FTW.))

"Evening the odds, ay? I've never thought of Hell's Children as the bringers of balance. Quite the opposite, in fact."
The stare may have stabbed deep and true to Kyrios' heart, mind and soul but it would have never found anything to deal damage too. Those blue eyes that could stun men failed to find a trace of a soul. Not a sign or drop of it left, having dried up over an age a go. His heart was nothing but nothing but nothing but an obsidian tear, shed then hardened till it could withstand till the end of time. As for his mind, it was otherwise occupied, feverishly beavering away at a brand new trick.
"My knowledge of your Father's biggest enemy's Biography is not that great."
He looks up at Alan, defiant and grinning at the looming intimidation.
"But I know you are warriors that will fight and pay any price. Stoop to any low."
He seems to fumble for something, just out of sight.
"I shall have to stoop lower."

With almost the same amount of speed as he'd had with Vincent, Kyrios swiped at Alan's face with a small blade of some kind. It didn't cut, so much as scrape away at his cheek. Skin and hair in trace amounts stuck to the blade, falling into the scabbard as it was put away. With a hiss, Kyrios spat purple flames at Alan before backing way from him, to then break into a run.


"Meh..." Tyro added. "He's a big boy. He can sort himself."

"Yeeeaaahh...Wonderful..." Tyro said with little conviction.


In the almost pitch black of Digital's Server Den, only the lights flickering with the whirring of disks and the fluttering of hundreds of wings beating the air as one pervaded the atmosphere. He strides over the cables towards Digital in the gloom.
"We have large complications." Kyrios said as he marched across the room.
"Mmm?" Digital, lying back in his chair, never budged an inch, despite Kyrios' agitated tone.
"The Son and Daughter of Lucifer have arrived for Round Two." A dim LED of some kind illuminated Digital's blue glass mask as he rose. The lines the light created showed his surprise.
"The Pericoloso Twins have arrived in Velice? But, why? Our actions have nothing to do with anything we know to be antagonistic towards them."
"They said that they wanted to 'even the odds'. Alan apparently is just as eager to beat his chest, roaring to the rest of the jungle as before." Kyrios said, spite creeping back in.
"This endeavour was supposed to render the threat posed by Tyro vastly diminished by replacing him entirely, with Lucy. She appears to be less of a problem. The Right To A Good Life has fulfilled that purpose but how are we to proceed with the Devil Twins?" Kyrios produced the knife he'd attempted to shave Alan with. Hairs, skin fragments and all. Oddly, the once clean, gleaming blade looked tarnished and worn at this point. Small points had been eroded away where the follicles sat.
"We gave enough to grow our very own Alan here but I'd prefer something else. Something more...thrillingly macabre." Kyrios said, a grin splitting his lips.
"He allowed you to collect a sample?"
"Yes. He seemed adamant that we wouldn't get anything. Its almost as though he thinks I haven't ordered research into this or something." The grin slipped into a more sinister slit across his face. "I have three Deus Ex Machines and one of them can reconstruct a human being down to the length of the toenails. I trust you've had enough of a play with the Right To Beauty to get what I want done." Digital nods in the blue light.
"Yes. I have had such a time constructing my perfect butterfly. She is a magnificent thing, I shall have to show you when this is over. As for practice on humans, I was successfully able to integrate brain matter with a order and management system that is remotely connected to me. They already walk the streets. I believe you've seen one." Kyrios' face was blank.
"I did?"
"The woman that froze suddenly near your talk with the man that must have been Alan. I wasn't able to get a clear feed. Soon, I will have eyes, ears and fists all over the city. Velice will become my next playground."
"Excellent!" Kyrios said, patting the android on the shoulder. "I look forward to seeing my streets safe and well. I also look forward to seeing our own Hellspawn take shape. Remember, nine tails is the most impressive."

Bella sighed "It's getting dark, we should probably wait for Alan in the living room. Anyway I'm sure you are hungry right? Not exactly something that happens very often for me." She turned and walked towards the elevator and started to walk over, all the while picking up guns and blades and putting them back neatly.

Alan was actually already in the living room waiting for them. Unlike his sister Alan ate like any normal person, and if anything he ate more. So he was looking forward to food.
Growing impatient he moved to the kitchen and started cooking a variety for food. Normally a one man army he was now acting as a one man restaurant and cooking at least twelve different dishes at any one time was he moved around kitchen as a silver blur, and where he couldn't be a tendril of shadow would pick up the job.

Bella waited until everyone had gotten into the elevator before touching a button which was out on it's own with no label. She only had time to tell everyone to hold on before they were speeding down, then a second later without ever stopping the elevator switched from going down to going sideways jolting everyone inside. Another second later they were there, Bella stepped out and was met with the smell of many culinary delight. "Show off" She muttered to herself as she lead them to the living room.