Bun in the oven.

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Yayaee Yaee
2300
Female
Empathy (J)
Interrogation (J)
<font color="#31C4BA">"Speech."</font>
Thought.
<font color="#31C4BA">Telepathy.</font>




Yay, my first in-characer post! I hope you enjoy this, and I hope we have lots of fun, fun, fun. Yay tends to get confused around fun-loving people; it's hard for her to grasp the idea of doing something just for the hell of it!



Sage paws slipped through the golden grains of sand with every step they took. The warmth from the sun emanated from the tiny crystals and seeped through the thick pads of the ground-dwelling 'dragon's paws. She had run the mile up the shoreline and was now welcoming a pause in the action, a break from the reckless speed, and basked in the sunlight that fell upon her pale veridian pelage and her moonshine locks and into her somber emerald gaze. She knew she was safe out here on this island. They wouldn't follow her through the sea and up the shore, would they? Were they that determined to get their money back, and perhaps Yayaee's own head on a platter?

She shook her sleek cranium side to side, her silver-blonde crown flying, as if to shake the thought out of her own head. She knew that the man who she'd conned was having worries about family matters, and would not leave them, even to go on an expedition to find a dirty liar like herself.

Yayaee was empathetic with everyone she met, whether either of them liked it or not. Yayaee could always get the feelings of emotion or pain from another pendragon, as it was what she had been apprenticed to learn, and her abilities had served her in all the wrong situations. Instead of using her empathetic ability to understand and help others, she used it to threaten others and protect herself. It was a much better paying way to use the skill, she thought, even though it required a lot of running on occasion.

Out of nowhere, Yay felt the pull of highly-developed muscles on large wings, which was an altogether unusual feeling because she didn't have wings. But she could feel the force of beating wings on her back press against open air, and she could sense the joy of soaring high above the world. Lowering herself limply to the ground, she tried to put the feeling out of her head. She knew there must have been a flying pendragon about, somewhere very near.

Soon she had reminded her body that it did not have great feathered limbs protruding from its back and that it was not, in fact, soaring high above the island. She stood again, her thin legs easily able to support a minute frame that was no longer burdened with wings, and cast her emerald gaze to the sky A minute or so had passed when Yay finally saw a pair of golden wings outlined against the fluffy clouds above, and soon after she realized they were attatched to a perfectly camoflaged white body. It soared down to earth and landed neatly next to a laying pendragon some distance away, who she hadn't even noticed!

She gazed at the two, and at their wings in particular. She had not seen very many winged 'dragons in her life, despite her half a year's worth of travels, and never two in the same scene. They were getting more abundant, after all, and she wondered spitefully why she couldn't have been blessed like the two resting on the sands some hundred yards away. For lack of anything better to do, she lay in the sand and watched the winged pair, wondering what such curious creatures might be up to and where they might have come from.</td></tr></table>​

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<font color='#810541'>High up in the sky, higher than both the white and multicolored female 'dragons, a solitary figured soared. His silver-grey and gold coat was next to invisible against the bright sunlight. So were the darker grey wings with their scattered feathers of blue and gold, something he had learned to count on while chasing after his "prey".

He had been hired by a wealthy merchant who had been tricked by a lithe female con-artist who had apparently ran off with a large sum of money. Generally Ziarch would have turned down such an assignment as he believed those who were stupid enough to be so lenient with their money should deal with the consequences, but job pickings in his particular field of expertise were scarce at best these days and frankly he needed the money... badly.

He had tracked down the female thief to this small tropical island of white beaches, sand dunes and picturesque views and finally had her within his sights. The sage coloured female pendragon padded along the beach far below. In his trademark bored, over-confident tone, which often caused others to wrongly believe he was an air-headed aristocrat, Ziarch muttered to himself;

"Project Stop-Con, step one complete. Step two, about to commence. Diving... now"

With a sarcastic laugh and a face set in a frown, Ziarch did a quick backwards loop in mid-flight. At the top of the loop sunlight reflected off the golden stripes on his body and the scattered golden feathers on the underside of his wings causing a flash of light that was near blinding. At the end of the loop the male 'dragon tucked his wings tight against his lean body, and dove straight down. His teal eyes narrowed as his long pale blue hair, which was tied back by a leather thong heavily decorated in beads and feathers, wipped back and forth in the wind. Long legs tucked in against the silver body causing an already streamlined body even less wind resistance and a long powerful tail trailed, its blue-white flame flickering against the winds force.

Ziarch picked up speed as he "fell" to the ground and aimed for a spot directly between the two female's flying just below him where he would pass on his route to the sage coloured female on the ground. He would be finished before either had time to react to his passing.

He snarled, not out of anger but rather from the bad taste these pathetic jobs that were both stupid, and dishonourable left in his mouth. For all that he said and did, Ziarch had his pride and honour. Everyone, no matter what their status or occupation were entitled to, at the very least, those two things... even an assassin on the prowl.</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>OOC: Just a short little thing in case you guys forgot about this thread... you didn't did you? Of course not...:D  Anyway, I hope someone replies this time.

IC: Ziarch dove right between the two female 'dragons who were lazily flying about, his body a silver bullet that wizzed by. The frown he wore on his face lost a bit of its severity when he saw the shocked looks upon their faces.

Poor dears... they've probably never had a taste of what its really like to live! By the time that thought had registered the large male had almost reached the beach. He quickly flipped himself around, skimmed over the shallow waters causing a rooster-tail to appear behind him, and backwinding, landed in-front of his Sage coloured target with a loud thump and a cloud of sand. He grinned sourly as the sand slowly began to settle around him.

"M'lady Yayaee Yaee, you have been a very naughty young 'dragon... The fact that Yayaee was a mere 2 years younger than he didn't escape Ziarch’s mind, he simply chose to ignored it.

His claws glinted in the strong sunlight as he launched himself towards the female. The same bad taste was in his mouth, this time twice as strong as before, but it to was ignored. This was a good paying job and he would be damned if he was going to back out of it because he didn't like the situation.</font>

 

<font color='#FFFFFF'>OOC: Okay, all done!

IC:

Yayaee's eyes began to water as cold tendrils of wind whipped around her face, though she was lying still as stone. Someone somewhere was moving very quickly, too quick to be running along the ground. It had to be falling. Someone was falling very nearby. Yay lifted her head to look around at the sky, taking her eyes off of the two winged females, and she saw him clear as day. He was quite hard to miss.

She saw a pendragon of silver streaked with gold and embedded with light sapphire, like a very expensive piece of jewelry, and quickly identified it to be a he by the flame on his tail. He was graceful and sleek as well as colored to perfection in a mesmerizing sort of way, and Yay didn't stand until he landed in a flurry of sands and made his hurried way towards her, stopping a few meters away from her.

Lifting her small frame up onto her paws, she held her stance unfaltering as the pendant pendragon spoke. "M'lady Yayaee Yaee, you have been a very naughty young 'dragon..."

Very calmly and without a single trace of aggressiveness, she responded, <font color="#31C4BA">"I'm quite aware, m'lord. It is hard to be unaware of onesself,"</font> but as she finished, the silver 'dragon came barreling towards her at a speed she suspected only she and Running specialists could rival.

Her own emerald gemstone orbs never even so much as flickered as she stepped to the left, letting the attacker run past her. She suspected that this was an assassin that had been hired, as at the moment of attack the concept of money was a strong presence in his thoughts. She didn't think very highly of assassins; they didn't understand in the least how it felt to die, yet they went about handing it out just so they could hear a jingle their coin purses.

She had a plan. It was the same plan she used on most everyone, but the words were changed to suit the situation. She called it The 'Your Conscience Is Calling' Escape Method. <font color="#31C4BA">Is it really worth taking away the lives of others just for a handful of coins?</font> she whispered into his thoughts, intending for him to think it had been his own insecurities posing the question. <font color="#31C4BA">Is the value of Life itself really just a handful of little metal circles?</font> She hoped desperately that this assassin was still young enough to question his principles. She had met up with some who had no shame whatsoever, who answered her question with a very solid Yes. And of course, she had run.</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>Ziarch skidded to a stop behind the female 'dragon. He was quite impressed. Yayaee Yaee was fast, extremely fast! Not many 'dragons had been able to avoid his attacks and fewer still had been able to do so without batting an eyelash.

He spread all four legs wide and prepared to attack the female con-artist again. He launched himself towards her, this time with wings open, ready in case he had to make a quick turn. A voice resounded in his head Is it really worth taking away the lives of others just for a handful of coins? Ziarch's eyes opened wide in shock at hearing his own thoughts echo in his head. Is the value of Life itself really just a handful of little metal circles?

He stumbled, his partially opened wings carrying him directly into the sage female. A half-panicked cry erupted from the males throat as he crashed into Yayaee, doing three full somersaults before coming to a stop further down the beach.

Ziarch slowly stood, his mind reeling from the violent crash into the smaller female. His orders had been to bring her back to the merchant alive and well so that the slimy male could exact his own punishment. The assassin shook his head and scanned the beach for the female pendragon.</font>

 

<font color='#FFFFFF'>Yay watched as the jeweled 'dragon turned around agilly, preparing for his next charge, and then stumbled forward in mid-run. Yes, he's still got some good in him. But instead of coming to a halt, momentum pushed the young assassin forward, and directly into Yay before she could realize it and get out of the way. Hit with the full force of the larger male's silver and gold mass, she was bowled over backwards, flopping into the sand like a thrown doll. By the jolts and pains, Yay knew that the attacker had tumbled a bit further down the beach, and that she might have a head start running if she got up now and didn't wait for him to recover from the fall.

Hoisting her weight up once more onto her dusty viridian paws, a searing pain shot through her left foreleg. Her eyes welled up with sudden tears and she had to bite her tongue to keep from yelling out. This was not anyone's pain but her own, and it was an odd feeling. Other pains she could put out of her mind, choose to ignore. But her own discomfort was here to stay until it healed. She could tell by the lack of misshapenness that it was only a sprain, and her paw would be completely better in a little more than a week, but she needed her paw now, or else she might not live to let it heal.

Blinking the tears out of her eyes, she tried to run towards the treeline up the beach on three legs, but she knew that she would be caught now. Four legs were always better than three, even if she was a fast runner, because so was he. Now she knew her only escape would be Your Conscience Is Calling, and to turn him around to the side of good, which she knew would be a long shot. But she'd try anyway.

<font color="#31C4BA">Why do I take away the miracle of Life from others just for my own material desires?</font></font>

 

<font color='#810541'>OOC: I'll be away for 3 or 4 days up to a week so thats why I wont be replying in that time frame.


IC: Ziarch saw the female a fair ways down the beach. Apparently the crash had also bowled her over, but his own momentum had carried him much further down the beachstrip. Yayaee was making her way towards the forest that took up where the beach ended, but was moving very slowly and with a strange gait. It was obvious that she had hurt her leg, or rather had been hurt by the larger male and by the looks of it, it was quite painful.

The assassin started off towards her at a jog, knowing that she wasn't going anywhere quickly for the next little while. He had split the distance between them in about half when that same, hollow voice sounded in his head again.

Why do I take away the miracle of Life from others just for my own material desires?

Ziarch shivered violently and kept jogging towards the limping female, picking up the pace as he went. Its a punishment. They do the crimes I just exact revenge. I dont kill because its fun or for myself I kill because they deserve it and... my trade is the only thing I have. Besides! I'm not killing this girl, I'm just fetching her, so leave me alone! His thoughts grew more firm as he went on, more confident. The last almost a mental yell at the voice; whatever it was.

He stumbled and was quickly brought out of his thoughts. Before him, not more than 15 or 20 feet away, was Yayaee.</font>

 

<font color='#FFFFFF'>This time when Yay telepathed the assasin, he responded with his own volley of accusations. Its a punishment. he had thought to himself. They do the crimes I just exact revenge. I dont kill because its fun or for myself I kill because they deserve it and... my trade is the only thing I have. Besides! I'm not killing this girl, I'm just fetching her, so leave me alone! She knew he was intelligent enough to argue his point, but she was intelligent enough to fight for her own opinion, too. Although he might not have had the perspective needed to argue her point, nor she his, so she'd have to proceed with caution if she wanted to play the role of a convincing subconscious.

<font color="#31C4BA">I just exact revenge...</font> she echoed. <font color="#31C4BA">But isn't all murder revenge fueled by desire? So I consider it fine to sink to a lowly murderer's level just because they do it first...</font>

Yay felt happy with this message, but she needed something that would stop him dead in his tracks. Something that wasn't necessarily questioning the assassin's principles but instead a revelation of cold, horrifying fact. Something even he would regret doing. Something that would keep him awake at night for a year.

<font color="#31C4BA">Look at that girl...</font> she commanded with the megaphone of his morals. <font color="#31C4BA">So young, so much potential, just like me. Just like me,</font> she repeated for effect. If she could get him to sympathize with her, she might be able to get him on her side. Who knew? <font color="#31C4BA">All she needed was some money, and now I'm bringing her to death at the hands of a greasy old merchant. What am I doing?!</font>

Padding onward, she saw she had almost made it to the tree line. She might have been able to hide there if only she'd be able to make it before she was caught. He was jogging now, taking his time because he knew she didn't have a chance of escape now. It sickened her. She was toying with his thoughts, but he was toying with her life. He would ultimately seal its end, and he was giving her unwanted time to regret everything she hadn't done before then. Jerk she though to herself.

To enhance the effect of her last mental statement, she put her sprained paw down and stopped walking. Instantly her eyes filled with tears, the pain so much that black fuzzy spots started invading her vision. She turned around to look at the approaching pendragon as a big, glistening tear rolled down her cheek. <font color="#31C4BA">"What do you want?"</font> she asked him out loud, in a soft voice full of fear and sorrow. I'm so sappy, she thought, and she was glad he wasn't an empathist by trade, because if he was, he would have known she was laughing on the inside.</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>Ziarch focused on the femme ahead of him. She was still stumbling on towards the forest line. The `dragon had spirit, that much he had to give her. However sprit wasn't enough.

<span style='color:teal'>I just exact revenge... But isn't all murder revenge fueled by desire? So I consider it fine to sink to a lowly murderer's level just because they do it first...</span> The silver male picked up speed as the voice echoed in his head again. Doubt chipped away at the quick barrier he had managed to erect in his counter thoughts the last time it had spoken to him.

<span style='color:teal'>Look at that girl... So young, so much potential, just like me. Just like me. All she needed was some money, and now I'm bringing her to death at the hands of a greasy old merchant. What am I doing?!</span> He stopped in his tracks; his eyes wide and his entire body stiff and rigid. Frozen in a state of shock.

What did it just say? 'So young, so much potential, just like me.' ... Just like... me? A low growl formed in his throat and his teal eyes narrowed dangerously.

Yayaee stopped then, turned around and put some weight on the sprained paw bring tears to her eyes. A voice saturated with pain and fear carried across the beach on the light wind, <span style='color:teal'>"What do you want?"</span>

He replied, his own voice carrying hateful scorn across the pristine sands; "I want you to stop messing with my head! Get your tainted little tendrils of telepathy out of there! You game ends now Yay. You made a fatal mistake while trying to guess at my thoughts. I have no more potential than the sand we stand on or the wind that blows across it. I am who you see before you. Nothing more have I ever been or will I ever become. It ends now and your coming with me back to the mainland."

The assassin jumped forward and at a good paced run began to close the gap between himself and the female. He aimed for her back where he could, with any luck, grab her and hopefully fly both of them back to the mainland... and the merchant.</font>

 

<font color='#FFFFFF'><font color="#31C4BA">"Whoops,"</font> she said out loud, her eyes widening in surprise, as she felt the assassin's contempt and heard his hatred in words, the rage at her who had played in his mind. Quickly she shook her head side to side to free her eyes from the salty cloud of tears, and watched the jeweled 'dragon lunge forward at a gallop. He would close the distance in a matter of seconds, and she took the time to glance down at her sprained paw. Ultimately it was I who caused my demise, wasn't it. How ironic. Soon her thoughts were pulled away from herself as she felt the assassin's legs pumping, his paws pushing into the sand, his target herself. And she fled.

A three legged run was not the fastest transportation, but her efforts were rewarded when her waltzing beat brought her paws over the familiar texture of tree roots coiling under firm, clay-like soil of the tiny island forests. Her chaser was much too close for comfort, in a matter of moments he might even be able to reach her, but she tried her best to hop-run to the safety of natural forest cover. Under vines and over shrubs she danced in that six-eight meter of the injured, until she spotted a great Mayneh tree with a crack in the trunk, just wide enough for a pendragon of her size to squeeze through. She waltzed towards it as quickly as she could, but her lame leg was suddenly tangled in a vine. She tripped forwards, tumbling towards the hideout, until finally she stopped rolling, up against the tree with her legs pointing straight up at the sky that was concealed by the green of summer foliage. What a day, she thought to herself in exhasperation. Flipping over in a cat-like manner, she hobbled through the crack in the tree.

It was dark. That was the first thing she noticed. The second thing she noticed was the emptiness of it. The tree was very dead, perhaps struck by lighting during a thunderstorm. Whatever it was, the tree had been killed and then gutted by what seemed like fire, due to the charred ashes that crunched under her paws as she ventured deeper. Yay hoped that 'dragon wouldn't look inside the tree, that perhaps she was safe here. It was an ideal hiding place, or would be if her chaser hadn't been a sharp assassin. But if he found her here, it would be all over.</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>OOC: Hey sorry about the randomness, spelling/typo mistakes, and semi-crummy writing. School has finally started and my classes are a bit tougher than I expected. (yeah i'm making up excuses...)


IC: The silver assassin snarled in anger. Somehow Yayaee had managed to out-manouver him and on an injured leg to boot! He had never concidered himself dense, but twice already the female had duped him, making him feel like an idiot. Ziarch really didn't like the feeling of being tricked, nor the anger in caused to rise inside of him.

He wondered where the female had gone. She had been directly ahead of him and then had simply... dissapeared. He stopped and looked arond the forest covered area. There was no way the female could have gotten away from him. She didn't have wings and although she was fast, even on three legs she wasn't that fast, which meant she had picked out a hiding spot.

"Yayaee! Come out from where your hiding. This is pathetic, unreasonable, and beneath someone of your apparent intelligence. I'm not here to kill or even harm you, but you would know that already by invading my mind wouldn't you? I am only going to take you back to the mainland, now why dont you come out?" Ziarch was keeping a tight reign on his anger. He needed to stay calm and focused right now. Throughout the speech he kept absolutely still, listening keenly for any noise Yay could have made.

Ziarch was dead tired. He yawned before making himself comfortable and sitting down. The assassin kept his eyes open and his hearing sharp. Yayaee was in this immediate area and she couldn't stay hidden forever. Eventually she would have to come out for food or water and when she did Ziarch planed to be there. Now was the perfect time to see if his years of "training" would overcome physical need.</font>

 

<font color='#F9DAE9'>Yayaee sat quietly in her tree for a span of about five minutes, until she realized that no sounds of retreat had been made from outside. Moving quietly through the ashes scattered around her, she peeked out the crack in the tree trunk. There he was, the bastard. Sitting there, staring off in the wrong direction, waiting for some earthly or god-given sign. Well, she didn't want to go back to the mainland. Not with him, at least. If he wouldn't kill her, he knew the person who ordered that she be followed would. Death either way. She felt a twinge of regret at having spent everything she stole on a lousy bet with a guy she'd met on the road. How was she supposed to know that he had trained the turtle to do a backflip?!

But this was what is called a digression, and Yay would have none of it. Her mind was alert, focused on the silver and gold 'dragon who was patiently awaiting her stomach to override commands from her brain. And it would be so - she couldn't stay in here forever. But she could only leave when he did, and he didn't seem to be headed anywhere.

She then remembered something her basic education tutor had told her. She would have the power of telikineses when she was much older. Well, she had been eight at the time of hearing that, so how much older was "much older"? Perhaps she had the powers right now, and it would be just what she needed. Squinting her eyes at the assassin, she focused her entire mind on moving him, on snapping his bones and pulling his scales off. She focused her mind so hard that it appeared to her as if she was looking at him through binoculars, and she could see nothing else but him through a circle of blackness. Off in the distance somewhere, a branch cracked and fell off of a tree, falling upon the forest ground in a rustle of leaves.

Damn, she thought to herself, disappointed. Well... maybe it's enough to distract him for a few moments...</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>OOC: Pink... blinding... o.O eh?

IC: The assassin yawned widely. Waiting was just so... boring. There was nothing to do but think and that was not somehting Ziarch wanted to do.

The voice that had been speaking to him, his "conscience", had brought up some very valid points. Even though Ziarch knew it had been the sage coloured female pleading for her life, it still bothered him. Some of the things she had said; did he really kill because he enjoyed it? He didn't think so, but why then had he been so badly affected by the comment made? He had never really taken the time to look at life. He had always been far to busy always thinking about death instead.


The silver male sat there in deep thought for awhile. His brows low over his eyes and pulled together in concentration. Suddenly from far behind came a crash. Ziarch spun around in time to see leaves slowly floating down in the sumer breeze. He waited a few more moments and still not senceing any sort of movement cautiously began to creep towards the area. A thought appeared in his mind;

"You idiot! She's a telepath, why wouldn't you even concider that parhapes shes telekinetic as well? Idot! Idiot! Idiot!"

The thought was pushed back into the furthest corner of his mind. For all he knew Yay could have fallen out of a tree. Even if it wasn't her she was still hurt and the distance wasn't so far that he couldn't make it back within a minute tops.

No, there was no risk. If Yayaee was a skilled telekinetic he wouldn't be waiting for her to come out of hiding in the middle of a forest. Chances were he would be pinned against a tree, at best, hopeing she decided to release her hold on him.</font>

 

<font color='#FF66CC'>Yes, Yay thought strongly in her mind. This was how it was supposed to be, his retreating back following his curiosity in the wrong direction. Yes, and when the assassin was far away enough for her to insinuate herself to safety, she would do so. Her emerald pools watched the silver scales shine in the tinted forest light as they swayed, carried away from her on his four strong limbs. They would be too far away to make it back here when she ran, if all went according to plan. Of course, this was the plan that had come about almost completely by accident, but it was as good as any.

When he had moved a hundred yards or so away on his inspection of the fallen branch, Yay made her move. She knew her only escape was swimming the expanse of ocean, and she wasn't sure if she'd make it with one damaged paw, but it was better than being escorted to murder by an assassin, even if he was not the one to be weilding the tool, as he had said. Death was death. Life was swimming. So slowly she squeezed her sleek sage frame through the tree's split trunk, and quietly crept back the way she came, towards the sandy beach and the salty ocean. Hopping along, she made more noise than she would have wanted to, what with the sprinkled foliage crackling beneath her unsure footing, and she also could not move as quickly as she wanted, in order to keep as quiet as was possible on three limbs.

Every few moments she looked back over her shoulder to make sure the assassin was not approaching, but she had hardly covered a quarter of the distance back to the beach when despair overcame her. In all her logical thinking, she knew he could not be distracted by a fallen branch for more than a minute at best, and she was out of luck. She was not a powerful enough channeller to be able to cast magical effects through Fronima, and had not learned of it during her apprenticing years. Oh, how she wished she had been wise, and given up an extra hour each day to learn life-saving skills. Oh how she wished she were not about to die.

And in all her logical thinking, she knew wishes didn't come true.</font>

 

<font color='#810541'>OOC: I'm sooo sorry! If your still even watching this thread I'd be surprised. I've been really busy with school work. For some reason teachers seem to deem in nessacery to pack on the homework during the first few weeks of school. After that the load lightens... Anyway I am SO SO sorry!

IC: The silver male walked over to the spot where leaves were still fluttering in the soft breeze. HE was in no hurry and confident that he could handle anything in this thin forest, including a certain sage female. He smirked to himself, but the over-confident smirk quickly disappeared when he reached the spot. The only thing visible was a large branch, sap still oozing form the broken end.

The teal eyes narrowed dangerously and his long ears flipped backwards as the distant sound of breaking branches reached them... now that he was paying attention.

With a growl that sounding suspiciously like cursing the assassin turned around. In the distance he could see a figure making its way onto the pristine white sands. The figure just happened to be small, sage in colour and limping. This time the sound that Ziarch made could not be mistaken for anything but a curse. He took off with a bound, wings slightly outstretched to give that extra bit of distance as he took chase after the female who had his face burning with embarrassment for being tricked so easily.

In the back of his mind a voice was taunting; <span style='color:navy'> "Shes a telepath! What did I tell you? Your an idiot. Idiot. Idiot!" </span>  Ziarch pushed it back with a snarl. Was the female playing mind games with him again? Not that it mattered. She would be on her way to the main land and to her death soon enough. A twinge of sadness tainted the thought. It too was pushed back. Yay had been an interesting target to say the least, but all things came to an end and this ended now!</font>