She was right. He had hoped she wouldn't figure it out, but of course if he could be a god, he would have forced her to bow to his will long ago. She would even be serving him willingly. Still he smirked. Looking down at his and, then slowly shifting it back to its previous form, the pain fading away.
"perhaps not, but do you really think it wise to make an enemy out of me?"

Witchy frowned. " Do you think it's wise to anger a witch who has done many curses in her life time? " she said back. " And if becoming friends or even having a neutral trust means you trying you perv on me then I would happly go with enemies... " she said, raising a finger as if she was counting reasons.

He took the bottle way, screwed the cap back on. The liquid would be bitter, it was half alcohol, so it would be quick to be absorbed, but still... she would be able to breathe. Sure she may not feel much anymore and he was rolling her onto her side to keep her from choking, but this way he would have time to find out more about the weird monster she was. Leaning back and putting the bottle away he sat down cross legged, watching her.

Darius chuckled. "Ohhh you want to curse me, do you? All I'd have to do is turn into something immune to magic and it would all be for naught. You should see it as a compliment, you know... usually I just torture people, instead of, how did you put it? perv on them? But don't worry, you're probably not worth the effort anyway." He snorted. He didn't really want to get hit by fireballs or bombs, but he wasn't about to let her know that.

Witchy laughed. " Oh really? I bet you where just scared of the girl collecting dead things...and decided to see if she was dangerous or not by...abusing personal space... " she said. Witchy moved her bag round to her side, it had been moved to her front because of Darius when he put his arms around her. " And 'hugging' her... " she added. Still doubting that was a hug.

Too bad her tongue wasn't numb. Because that stuff tasted bitter. She never liked bitter. "Atlantis." She said. At least now she could breath more easily.

"Scared? I don't have to collect dead things, I make things dead. Why would I be scared? I can heal myself, I can poison you, I can cut you, I could even be you," he laughed again, then blinked.
"Personal space?" Darius asked, apparently confused. He had never even heard of the word and wasn't quite sure what it meant, it sounded like she was accusing him of something... then again accusations weren't always bad. He had been accused of killing and torturing things or of scaring people before, but those were good, fun things.




Dante blinked. Atlantis, he had heard of the place, apparently sea humans lived there, but their clans stayed away from others. They weren't like them, more of a burden than anything according to great auntie. Still, atlantis people weren't all evil or monsters she had said. He had to be careful, but the girl couldn't hurt him now, he could ask questions without having to worry. "who and what are you?" he whispered.

Witchy laughed. " So? I bet all you kill are simple mice! " She fiddled with the strap of her bag. " and you must be thick not to know personal space...the space of other's which you have to stay out of unless you have their permission, sound familar... " she said dryly.

"I'm from Atlantis. I'm Alicia. Half Human and half sea serpent." She said to him. "What are you and who are you?" She asked, smiling slightly. "I'm going to tell you this: I'm not evil, if that's what you're thinking." She added.

"I kill people. Mice are no fun, they don't fear as strong, I can't eat them like people.Stay out of other's space? What do you mean? People's space?", Darius strangely enough sounded honestly confused. He didn't spend that much time trying to get along with people, instead he was either trying to trick them, scare them, amuse them or trying to force himself onto them. Humans were weird things. They were still very alien to him.



"They all say that," Dante hissed. "You kill without concern, gorge yourself until the seas are empty and filled only with sorrow. I'm Dante, I'm what you might call a were octopus, and you're lucky I'm not a very good one.," he grumbled poking at the sand, before taking a plastic wrapped sandwich from his bag and starting to eat.