Jacholaus, curiously, followed Val when she asked him to. Whatever it was, it probably could not be said around everyone else. It explains why she chose to sit outside, on the steps. Jacholaus sat beside her and paid attention to what she had to say. When she finished, he had no idea what to say at first. It was a bit sudden. Jacholaus reacked his hand over and lay it on her shoulder, grasping it softly. "I'm sorry, Val, that it's so bad for you," he said. He then got an idea. "Az emberek, akiknek lelkek összefonódik részesedése ebben az életben együtt," he said, in Hungarian. "It means 'People whose souls are intertwined share this life together'. If you would like, you could stay with me. I'll make sure you have proper food, clothing, and sleep, as well as your own space for yourself." Jacholaus then laughed a little. "Trust me, there's a lot of space, too." He then let his hand fall off of her shoulder, and onto her hand, grasping it softly. "So, would you like that, Val?," he asked, hopeful and caring eyes looking right at hers.

Val turned her head up towards Jac, slight tears forming in her eyes as she listened to him. "Really?" She asked. "If you wouldn't mind me being there then yes." Val said giving him a small smile before pulling him in for a hug. "Thank you so much. I am so lucky that we worked out as partners." Val said quietly before releasing him and smiling. "Promise you won't tell other people about my past. I already have that to deal with I don't need classmates judging me for where I came from." Val said as her smiling face turned into a serious one, her golden eyes turning even more serious.

Jacholaus smiled. "Yes, really. And, no, I don't mind you there at all. I actually want you there," he said. He then would allow Val to pull him into a hug, hugging her back. She was a good hugger, he noted. "You're welcome, Val. And, I am, too," he then said before pulling away as she did. As much as he didn't want to pull away from her, there was such a thing as too much hugging. It may have gotten awkward. Jacholaus then listened to and accepted her request. "Don't worry. I will not tell a soul about this." Jacholaus then hugged her once more before standing, offering his hand to her to help her stand. "So, it's getting pretty late out. The missions thing was the last we had to do today," he said. "Do you want to go ahead and go with me to my home- I mean, our home?," he then asked, reiterating himself for correction's sake. As far as he was concerned, it was now hers as well.

"The tikoloshe is not a naturally occurring monster. It is more precise to call it a living corpse, one that had an evil soul stuffed into it, and branded with a hot poker into its crown." She licked her lips. "It is immensely hard to create, and would often only be called upon should one of their shamans be offended by someone. Really offended. It wouldn't be that far of a stretch to call them Weapons, while the shamans are the Meisters."

She stood up and went up to a window, looking outside at the grinning moon. "I asked what you know of the Tikoloshe, because they have this one troublesome power."

Amellia remained silent for a while, hoping to create a dramatic moment. "They are also shapeshifters. Should we ever get separated from each other, I want you to be aware of it trying to impersonate me, and to take proper precaution."

"Hmm... and thats all I can think of right now. Any questions? If there is none, we should go have a look at this teacher."

The night grew cold, as a fresh breeze ran through Death City. Like in any other town, only the flickering sounds of the street lamps were warping through the streets, whilst the people were resting or staying inside. Such unpleasant times were always drawing the most interesting people to the dark. A slithering figure dashed quietly through the alleys. Faintly, one could see a shadow move, but none would realize it as a person, yet alone a man that had fallen down the path of the Kishin. Souls were his feast.

Inside his head, his mind was swarmed with hunger and an odd sound that drove him mad. The distorted notes of an ill crafted violin. Crooked, this music drove the beast further through the streets. "Eat, prey, consume. The strength of a thousand shall belong to you." The voice was as clear as day to the man, yet no one else could listen to it. It was all inside his head. The man dashed into a corner, where his fang were digging into flesh. As expected, there was an helpless woman waiting. It happened too fast for the woman to even realize that she was killed, her body turning into a glimmer, then into a tiny orb. The beast swallowed the soul whole and sighed. It was fed for the night. Before anyone would have noticed the sudden influx of power resonating from the beast, it disappeared into thin air.

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In a different part of the world, the voice echoed even stronger. A Tikoloshe just swallowed another innocent soul whole, whilst hearing the same sounds as the beast on the other side of the globe. A distorted violin and the voice of a woman speaking solely to him. "Eat, prey, consume..." Not too far away from the Tikoloshe's lair, there was the person responsible for both incidents. Her dress was flamboyant with finest fabric. Spread across the cloth, bows and ribbons flowed in the wind. Each ribbon strung a note from the witch's violin.

The Tikoloshe stirred. The powers that were fed to him via the sound came from a strong being. Something with a powerful soul. Before the pre-Kishin could have sensed the source, the Witch stopped playing the music. It was all part of the plan. The Witch would soon show the world what she had in mind. Kishins were not the most fearsome beings. Witches were. And they need power. Chuckling, the Soul Protect of the Witch formed the dress into a casual clothing, leaving the witch in her form she preferred for the latest decades.

It could imitate people!? That didn't sound good. "If it can really do that, then maybe I should just spend the entire mission in weapon form. That way, we can't get separated" Mike suggested. It was so strange; he was already afraid of this thing, but for some reason he felt like he could face it. Maybe it was because he already faced down a Witch, or maybe it was something else. The fact that someone had to have create this monster worried him; would it really be as simple as going in and killing it? Wouldn't whoever made it retaliate, or make a new one?

Val smiled and took his help to get up. Once she was up Val followed Jac silently towards his house. As they walked Val took her braid out letting her long hair fall out in loose waves down her back all the way to her thighs. She then stopped for a second and flipped her head upside down and pulled all of her hair into a ponytail then wrapped the hair around and created a bun. She tied her hair so it would stay up in the messy bun. Val then ran to catch back up to Jac. She took in her surroundings before stopping when Jac stopped.

Val looked up at the mansion in front of them, it was almost like a castle but not. The place was so elegant and beautiful that it almost seemed unreal. Val thought that is had to be a joke, there was no way this was where he lived. "You are kidding right, there is no way that you live here let alone would let a girl who has lived on the streets most of her life live in a place so... Elegant. So why don't we just head to where you actually live because it is getting late and we don't wanna be unrested for school tomorrow." Val said looking at Jac, "But seriously where do you actually live Jac?" She asked curiously.

Jacholaus didn't say anything in return. He simply smiled to Val, before it turned into a grin. He gently took her hand from her side, grinning more before turning and walking with her hand in his up the elegantly paved path leading up to the large abode. He chose to save speaking until they were in the foyer of the house, to properly welcome her to the home. On his way up, he was greeted by some of the many maids who worked there. They all instantly noticed that he had a girl with him, and all simply smiled and carried on. As they neared the large doorway, one of the maids opened the doors simultaneously for him.

Jacholaus waited until he was well within the threshold of the foyer before turning back to Val. He smiled, and stretched his arms, to gesture around him. "Welcome to my humble abode," he said, grinning. Though, it was anything but humble. The place was huge. The foyer alone was larger than some of the apartments that were offered to students. Jacholaus called it humble simply to mess with Val a little bit. "Well? What do you say I give you the grand tour?," he then asked, his smile never leaving his face.