Sensing another presence, Motto lifted his gaze to see a small black bird on the stairs.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Is not wearing clothes an elemental thing or...?" </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“Wearing clothes?  Oh.  Sorta.” </span>A weary smile.<span style="color: #00FF40"> “There aren’t many of us left.  Heh.”</span>The little guy seemed nice.  With an affirmative grunt, Motto followed Jin up the stairs and into the Donna cafe.  Several patrons looked up from their espressos as the handsome man made his way through the charming eatery; two of them exchanging a look after he walked out the front door.<br/><br/>“Who was that?”<br/><br/>“Hot.”<br/><br/>“I know right?”<br/><br/>Sliding into the waiting car's luxurious backseat, Motto tried several ways of sitting before finally slouching with his hands between his legs.<span style="color: #00FF40"> “So...what’s the plan again?”</span>He bit his lip and glanced at the bird.<span style="color: #00FF40">“We find a thing and then pretend to ..well <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">I</span></span> pretend to kidnap Isabella so that she wont become a puppet.  Right?”</span>Without waiting for an answer, the Prince sat up while pinching the bridge of his nose.<span style="color: #00FF40">“The thing is we’re wasting our time playing around when the <span style="font-style: italic">real</span> issue is Jota.  That dude needs to be handled.”</span>He pointed at Jin with a fierce expression.<span style="color: #00FF40">“I mean.. he ain’t gonna stop <span style="font-weight: bold">there</span>, dude.  A jerk like that is capable of ..well you probably know better than me and by the way..” </span>Narrowing his eyes, Motto leaned towards the black creature,<span style="color: #00FF40">“...what’s up with that?  What’s <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">your</span></span> plan, huh?  It’s obvious you’re her guardian or whatever.”</span>The Elemental sighed and sank back into a slouch.<span style="color: #00FF40"> “You’re probably doing your best...limitations and stuff like that.  I get it.” </span>He cracked his knuckles and stared out the window.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“I’m not limited, Jin.  If you got some inside info or good ideas let’s hear ‘em.  It’s not an accident I’m here.  This is my destiny so .....you know?”</span>A vague hand gesture.  Brownish eyes flickered to Jin.<span style="color: #00FF40"> “I’m ready to do what needs to be done.”</span>A pulse of incredible power rumbled from the depths of Motto’s aura.<span style="color: #00FF40">“I don’t care what the stakes are.”</span>