Now completely fed up with waiting, Danyael trudges into an alley way. Kanshisha appears to be at the end of the path and they both walk towards each other with smooth, yet mehcanical, militarized steps. once they are within a fair vicinity of each other, the darkness around them whips away as the bricks and steel from the buildings are ripped and torn down like weak cloth. The wind between them begins to pick up in speed until an orb of air materializes itself, hovering delicately above the ground. The wind inside the orb whirls in such an intense velocity, that the cobblestone floors of the alley beneath it begin to freeze and break apart.

All the while, Danyael and Kanshisha walk towards each other, eyes locked in a gaze to one another. The 6'7'' Nephilim Emperor and the 6'6'' Dark Swordsman approach and combine in a burst of dimensional ripples. The orb of air envelopes them and illuminates in a translucent incandescence. Within a moment of a second, the sphere vanishes away, revealing Danyael alone. Yet His aura was of hybrid nature with Kanshisha's. he had even grown one more inch in height as an additional result. he opens his eyes and an opaque, purple aura emits itself from his eyes, then quickly vanishes. His brief meditation is suddenly halted by a thundering voice of a drunkard.

((ooc: might as well use translations ))
"Ey!!!! Whadday t'ink yuuuur doin' don dar?!?!"
<<Hey what do you think you're doing down there??>> he says to danyael. Danyael looks behind him to see a drunken man, dressed up in a monkey costume. "What the hell are you supposed to be, old man?", Danyael quickly replies with a smirk.

The man, who's monkey helmet was put on the wrong way, jolted back as a result of a loud, musty belch. "A'hm King Kong, youngun! Won o'da most baddast Kings o'da Jungle!"
<<I'm king Kong. One of the most baddest kings of the jungle.>>. Danyael quirked an eyebrow at the man. Who was King Kong? Must be this guy. "Uhhh....right.", he says in reply to the drunkard. The drunk man rearranged his helmet and looked through the eye holes to see Danyael more clearly. With a loud "HAWWW HAWW HAWW HAWW!!!", he whistled and two dozen more people dressed in odd costumes came from around the corner. Danyael, now a bit freaked out, vanishes away in a whirl of black energy.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Inside the Barracks~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


The soldiers, whom were eying Sera, are quickly overtaken by an invisible presence. In a burst of whirling black and silver bolts of energy, Danyael fades into reality, the dark and silver drizzling away, off of his body. He is just in time to hear one of the marines say a perverted comment. But before the nephilim could do anything, Shenba and Kawanua arrive and the martines quickly hush down.

Once Kawanua had rested down and Shenba in a meditative style of recession, Danyael approached the group of perverted marines. He stood over the one whom he heard and nseered a lethal growl out of his lips. The gorwling intensified until it was more bestial than human. His skin tensened and his eyes bore a deep golden fire that blazed outward, almost melting the metal of the Marine's armor. But all that rage quickly receeded and Danyael returned to a regular calm. "You're military... Please use proper decorum when around civilians.", he says politely. Luckily enough, the armor was undamaged. Yet, it still had a hot spot that was slowly cooling down.

Approaching the sleeping Sera, Danyael stood over her bed and simply looked at her. Then at Kawanua, and then at Shenba. Choosing not to speak, but just relishing in the silent bliss for just a moment. Thoughts lingered on Yue and Kitharsis, the only other two besides Asaki and Sera that actually made Danyael feel more at ease. Heck, even Kelvack was an awesome source of comic relief in such trying times as these.

Still... time was of the essence and it was being wasted very much over the past few hours.