Trevor entered, pretending to look surprised then he drew a plate to himself. The omelette and bacon was a true indicator of Lili's cooking skills. "Well-made," He observed.<br/><br/>"Aye. A hundredfold better than your cooking. Always sticking to stew." Ren's head bobbed slightly as he wolfed down the food.<br/><br/>"Hey, I can't cook! And stew can never go wrong! Well- unless you are a very bad cook." Trevor rubbed his chin.<br/><br/>"Okay! Anyways, we have a schedule to meet. We will leave for my place in thirty minutes, I am gonna..." Ren faltered as realization dawned on him, "Teach? Awww. Never mind never mind. I'll teach Lili the basic discilines in manupilating her own Psi energies."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The hooded figure entered the city, a chunk of white hair sticking out from the shadow of the jet-black hood. The hair drew attention from many preparing to leave their homes. A man, with a emblem of a fireball on his sleeve, a Pyrotechnist, walked up to the hooded figure. He reached out to drag the hood off. His fingers twisted and broke, followed by his hand, twisting and cracking like a little firework. The Pyrotechnist collapsed on the floor, his hand flopping limply like a damp sock.<br/><br/>The hooded figure barely stopped in his advance, he looked at the rival clan member, his lips pulling slightly to reveal perfectly white teeth. Where would she be? Oh well, to the head then. An invisible energy ripple, emited from the hooded figure's body, rippled outwards. This signal was used to rally the Vector order in the older times, but now, it would make his apprentice feel, not alone in this world. She will come. She will join me.</span>