Sumiyaka walked into the alley and ran into a crowd. He then hid from the two that followed. "Light! scatter," he said. He raised his hand up and light danced of his fingertips and blinded everyone. He then jump into the air and started spinning. He then jumped to another building. He sat on the edge andsaid to hisself "I think i got rid of them."

OOC: dang it i cant be on long so i cant post big...sorry

It passed.

Quickly, slowly, relatively, and slipped through the air, the sandy tears of it pooling at the bottom of the well of the past. And thus it passed into space, white-wash hourglass tears spilling and sobbing into non-existence. The haunted cloyingly empty seconds trickling by, running out, quickly, slowly, relatively. Timing a tick that flared over with the sun, cursing down upon right, wrong, good, bad, nothing, everything. Trembling, entropy laughed away, playing its games, running its systems and counting every droplet of its blood as it coiled down the spires of people and their lives, hopping and branching out as their faded and flared, dying and existing in different measures, like a swinging graph-line of hearts and their own pounding. The father of destruction, change, entropy, crowned in his minutes, drinking wine. Drunk but deadly serious. Passing by as quickly, as slowly and relatively as it might.

In short? Five minutes later.

Chisalu kept rubbing her arm as she pushed the sack insistently into one of her hiding places, gritting her teeth she spun round gracefully. Testing her speed and agility. She stuffed her new acquisition - a small loaf of bread - into her mouth and wrenched off a large chunk, chewing at it greedily. She swallowed without warning, and set off hacking, as the carbohydrate became lodged in her throat, coughing she pulled a very small water-container from her outfit and sipped at it, pounding on her chest and still wheezing slightly.

She stuffed the last of the bread into her mouth, this time making sure to bite it down to more a more edible state, and then swallowed. Taking a thimble-drink from the flagon, she hid it away again, rattling it as she did so, and taking into account how much remained. Then, and only then, did she step forward.

Trusting the little information she had, she raced off in search of this 'Jack' an infinite curiousity on her face, solemn and as serious, and quite simply at play.

ooc: Not sure on Jack's whereabouts, or Sumiyaka's. Sort of short if open post..

OOC: this topic is going to be over if kasei doesn't post in a few days. srry it is short

IC: sumiyaka sat there wondering where his stalkers were.

OOC: Oh, So I was needed to keep this going? Okay.

IC: The wind that swept through the city was a bit chilly. After all, everything was affected by magic, and Jack had some of the strongest out there. Though there was no eye spotting him personally, there were several telltale signs around. For example, the ice he had created earlier still lingered in some places. A skilled sorceror could probably track him through that alone.

Other things of course were rumors. People had become quite interested in this man. And though his identity was a secret to everyone, they all seemed to know where he frequented;

"The enourmous clock tower seems to be his prime location." Several guards chatted amongst themselves. "He leaves a noticable trail of ice there and freezes the gears."