<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">Jessica</span></div><br/>"Rool?" Says a high toned female voice from her right elbow.<br/><br/>"Franjean?" Another from her left, as suddenly a pair of black dress clad little blondes, barely more than 5' tall step from behind her, their crimson eyes piercing and older than they're teenaged looking bodies indicate.<br/><br/>Both of them speak at the same time in unaccented English, "We are not fictional pixies, thank you very much."<br/><br/>They walk around and settle at either side of him.  He looks mildly annoyed at them, when they ask, "How about her, Master?  Will she do?"<br/><br/>Ignoring that call, he nods to Jessica and stands up.  The 6' 2" male bows Western style, one of his gloved hands curls to his stomach, then turns oddly.  Almost as if he's used to wearing a cape or the like and with a few steps manages to disappear into the late morning crowd, despite towering over everyone nearby!<br/><br/>