Lucy led them through a series of alleys. The sun was already setting, and Lucy guessed it was at least 6 at night. She raised a slight eyebrow at the creature's transformation back to the girl but said nothing about it. So the girl was a summoner then? And from what Lucy could tell, she could directly control her creations. How very interesting. Seeing the boy's offer of his jacket, she shrugged him off. "I'm fine. What's wrong with me saying "that's all?" Does it bother you somehow?" She picked up the pace slightly. They were almost at their destination. "If not, then I suggest you drop it," she answered icily. "That's all." Friend of the year award right there.

The odd trio finally stood in front of a large dark house with exactly three windows. It wasn't too tall, nor was it too short. It was just sorta. . .there. Without a look back, Lucy entered the house and beckoned the other two forward. "Please close the door. And don't dirty the carpet," she called out to them. She led them into a wide living room with four chairs and three couches, along with a wide, glass table in the middle. She gestured for them to sit. "Make yourself at home. But don't enjoy yourself too much. I'll be right back." She walked down another hallway, leaving the two alone to ponder their thoughts.

The whole room was quite something. Certainly not anything you'd see in a normal house. Decorating the walls were hundreds upon hundreds of scraps of papers. Articles, scriptures, data files, all sorts of information hung around. If one were to take a much closer look, they'd notice that these were all religious papers that focused on one specific subject: Zyaxomort. Finally completing the scenery was a fire place resting in the back of the room. Above said fireplace hung a gigantic oil picture. The picture itself was nothing but a bunch of colorful rainbow strokes and swirls blended together to make. . .something. But what was most interesting was the name of the picture itself. It read, [b]The Will of Zyaxomort[/b].

It was official. Lucy had an obsession. 

A few minutes passed before the red head returned with green note book in hand. Several bandages were wrapped around her left arm, and her expression was as lifeless as ever. Taking a spot on one of the chairs, she laid out the notebook on the table, scattering around her numerous notes, plans, and whatever the hell else that lay dormant in the thing.

Finally satisfied at her handiwork, Lucy looked up at both girl and boy. "As of this moment, you are now considered apart of my rebellion. My rebellion to take down the Ultimatum. But before we begin, I must ask once again; what are your names? I will not proceed until you've answered me that."

As if emphasizing her point, she crossed her legs and waited patiently for their answer.

"That's all."