<span style="color: #0000ff">"I'm afraid that isn't an option. you either learn to master your powers or you have Order remove all magical power from you entirely... and some of your powers will need to be practiced using less wholesome tools until you can master them yourself."</span>the guard nodded and even smiled a little.<span style="color: #ffff00">"i am not meant to be friendly, i am a guard, not an assistant."</span><span style="color: #0000ff">"the real Order is very much like this, she tends to over explain in all of the wrong directions but her voice has emotion so you can tell she really is trying to be kind and helpful but she has long since stopped being that pedantic and literal... i already fixed the base weapons, that was easy."</span>she stepped onto the teleportation pad and activated it once Da'raki and the guard had joined her. they appeared inside the ziggurat and were immediately met with a surprisingly clean scent. she frowned and looked confusedly before heading south. as they walked everything seemed to activate in response to their presence or more likely Rachel's.<span style="color: #0000ff">"okay, how did she get rid of the reek of death that should permeate these stones? its nice but... unnatural in this setting."</span><span style="color: #ffff00">"she teleported every molecule of death, decay and gore out and then bathed the place in fire and followed that with a high speed scrubbing using Seraphim soap recipes and cleaning tools." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4d4d">"not the ones i had been summoning but since i only have one Demon i get along with i think i just have bad luck."</span>she giggled and shook her head with a wicked smirk.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"every man wants to be seen as a god in the bedroom... and you just made my point."</span>she stuck her tongue out and leaned back against him to smoke some more.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"i know and i have been thinking about it." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>