Chi looked at the Woman with an emotionless expression. Her mind compleatly calmmed of all fealing. Chi pointed to the boat. "Lets go Sanjuro, we're going with them." With that Sanjuro and Chi walked onto the ship.

"You speak of honor, but look around you 'warrior', these battles are mere charades, each side wishes for the complete and utter destruction of the other, so is the way of war, especially one as important as this one. The enemy you don't kill today will be the one that tracks you down tommorow, along with a few more of his ilk, because giving an enemy soldier a gift is giving him an opportunity against you. If you want honor you must give as you receive, and as they were so willing to shoot all of us in the back I decided it was more than justified to end them when they were down. You cannot save all of your enemies, and not all Life is worthy of saving anyway. At most, your actions today have guarunteed that instead of going after you in the future, your enemies will attack the less prepared, and their spilt blood is on your hands."

He would have expositioned more, despite his throat now screaming at him, but Reaper bounded past Pyros, grabbing Grim's torso as the giant sprinted through the forest, bounding past battles despite the blood running over his head. "Reaper, WHAT THE HELL?"

"You said to get on the airboat Grim, the airboat's leaving, gotta get on the airboat Grim."

Grim turned his head, away from the lone figure of Pyros and around, to where the two demons were facing off against six guns. Reaper bypassed all eight, jumping through the hatchway and depositing Grim on the ship's floor. "We're on the ship Grim."

I try to get out, but Grim's words bring me back in!
 

Pyros watched as the man and the bigger man ran off after speaking flawed rhetoric. For someone who was quick to vent about such matters, he must have alot of people who wish him dead. Such a life....

Pyros saw that whatever was happening was beginning to die down, the warriors running off, and soon Pyros was alone. Things had changed.

Well, perhaps it was for the best. Pyros felt bad. He had met a large group of the most insane, aggressive, and ass-headed people he'd ever met. And donkeys didn't even live in japan. His mind was abuzz, wondering if they were right and he was wrong, or if there was something wrong with the world.

Pyros checked the wounds he had built up, and tore some cloth from his armor and garb to cover them. They would heal after a few days, for his wounds never lasted very long. Nor did he scar unless it was something along the lines of Ifrit's claws. He needed some rest, or at least something to clear his mind. It didn't look like there'd be anyplace to get said rest, so he got to work clearing away the strewn corpses and killing the burning flames, burying them with dirt and soot, and backfiring them.

The task's meniality was soothing to his burdened mind. Making things right was always a good feeling to Pyros, bringing back order and the beauty that accompanied it. While the sight of a mass gravesite was horrific, there was a bit of somber beauty to it that had to be acknowledge. Despite their vicious, angry lives, the demons were buried with peace, even to the point Pyros marked each of their graves with the symbol for it. Fortunately Pyros had some ink on him, and was able to make the symbols with the same magic that was in sacred scrolls and ofudas, allowing the peace to be more than just words.

Hopefully this would keep vengeful wraiths formed by the souls of the dead from rising up. Like an elvened eared one who was blue who devoured the souls of his enemies for nourishment. Yeah...that would be terrible.

His work completed, Pyros returned redressed his wounds with some herbs, and found an unburned tree. Leaning against it, he slowly closed his eyes, and slept.

Sanjuro complied with the young girls wishes as he moved onto the boat, he felt as though he were living in a dream. Was this real, no this was all an illusion, the little girl couldn't be telling him what she wanted after being stabbed. Everything, the vision of loveliness, the fighting, it was all a dream. Everything was the way it should be.

Katsuhiro was breathing hard, leaping from tree to tree as a moment of absolute fear held its grip upon him. A final jump had him on a somewhat familiar perch, the weapons rack was almost always a suitable place for the tiny squirrel, although he was somewhat confused about how he returned to Sanjuro when he had been running away from him.

Sanjuro didn't even notice the tiny squirrel as he thought about the dream he had just had, it was very odd. Alas, Sanjuro decided it would be best to interact with what was real, he had seen a man who had asked him a question that man was assuredly real. Setting his weapon rack down just outside the room Sanjuro joined Suzume in the waiting room and politely made a request to the man, "OI! I, AM SANJURO YAMADA, WHO ARE YOU QUESTION MAN?"

(Sanjuro goes on the ship with Chi, both of whom completely disregarding tayuumi's threat, and then after the return of Katsuhiro the return of Sanjuro naming other people based upon their words returns.)

Suzume blinked and looked at Sanjuro for a second, then let out a short snicker. The kid was the one who all the noise, all right. Though he would have just told him to shut up when he was outside, he'd cooled down by now, what with all the time to actually wake up.

"Name's Suzume, kid. Now, if you don't mind, would you keep the noise down? It's kinda cramped in here, and I don't wanna go deaf just from talking to you."

Stretching and yawning, Suzume took his weapon off his back, then proceeded to sit down and get comfortable. He wished he could go to sleep, but he'd probably be forced to listen to some important message that he honestly couldn't care less about.

"I really should have just stayed out there..." Suzume thought as he stared at the ceiling.

"HA!" Sanjuro laughed, "I, THE GREAT SANJURO YAMADA CAN BE AS QUIET AS ANYONE!.... I mean I, the Great Sanjuro Yamada can be as quiet as anyone! See, much quieter!" Sanjuro's mighty yells had dumbed down to your traditional run of the mill yells.

Sanjuro took note of Suzume's sitting down and followed suit, Chi still sat upon the skinny lads shoulder, "You sure do like resting Suzume the Question Man." Sanjuro's stomach rumbled angrily, "Tell me Suzume of the Questions, do you know when they serve dinner here?"

Chi hopped down the the ground and smiled at Suzume sweetly. "Hi Suzume I'm Ningyou, It's a pleasure to meet you. We've been through a lot and sure would appricate some hospitality. Actually I also wanted to talk with the one leading this group."

Hinote merely glances at Kirie with one of his eyebrows raised at her 'accidental' jostling Is she trying to seduce me? Ha, the thought is laughable. It couldn't work in any case. he thought whimsically. Moving back slightly away from Kirie he told her "Sorry to say this, but all that I know is that the torso, is most probably in the Europe area. The only thing I could find out is some rumors, but at least thats more then nothing. If you want, I could draw you a map of Europe, and show where the most rumors abounded, but that would not narrow it down too much more."

Eyes narrowing in thought Hinote speaks up softly and asks "Do you think you could help me with something, an exepriment, and then if it works to convince the rest of our merry little band to go along with it. It will drastically improve how well we work together, and I would think you are the rest of the Kimono's would also want to try this on your own.".

"Wouldn't know about food, but you are right about that. I'm gettin' pretty damn hungry..." Suzume replied to Sanjuro.

He shifted his weight in his seat to get a little more comfortable, and then Chi hopped down from Sanjuro's shoulder. She acted sweet, but something she said about meeting the leader was almost... suspicious. Oh well, wasn't like he could do anything about it.

"Nice to meet you too, kid, but I don't know where the head honcho is right now. Hell, guy doesn't even know me yet. So, sorry to disappoint."

"I don't know WHY, but this reminds me why I sometimes hate kids," Suzume thought out of nowhere.

So, it seemed that Moriko had missed the airship once again. The man she had attacked had made a run for the ship, and now she wasn't really sure if that was where she wanted to be or not. No one seemed to know who they were fighting for anymore.

After wandering the forest for a while, clearing her head, she came back to the area of the fight. She found the man who had been trying to make peace, at least until the giant had attacked the captive women. He was asleep against a tree. Well, she might as well throw her lot in with this one. He seemed more sane than most of the others. She took off her cloak and wrapped it around the sleeping man, then climbed up the tree. She perched on a branch, bow at the ready. She was not going to let her guard down again.

(Summary: Moriko was still in the forest when the airship left. She finds Pyros asleep and decides to guard him.)