Backdated to May 31st. Open to EVERYONE.

[silverterror]

[He'd attempted his own locking seal this time on the scroll, frowning to himself the entire time. He was completely sure it looked like the one he'd gotten last time, just modified slightly. Basically, he'd managed to make the thing useless. So any and everyone who wished to open the seal mark and read what was written, could.

Unfortunately for him.]

Ami,

I presume your lessons have not further hindered you since our talk?

Sephiroth

Comments

[incubi_abel]

No, but when the one who is suppose to watch your back is weak, then you are compromised as a team.

[silverterror]

You are only as weak as you make yourself to be.

[incubi_abel]

[Abel hesitated a moment before sighing. Trust Sephiroth to think that a person makes themselves weak.]

Have you mastered your bloodline yet?

[silverterror]

Many years ago. Why?

[incubi_abel]

Because none in the Nightlord clan when I left had reached that final step. We weren't encouraged to. Work on fighting skills, yes. Work on perfecting our bloodline skills, no.

[silverterror]

Your clan has a less useful skill than mine, remember?

[incubi_abel]

I don't know. Having a clan of shinobi that can fly seems rather useful. And yes, that means I mastered the bloodline of the Nightlords.

[silverterror]

Not as useful as weapons. Useful to know.

[incubi_abel]

It's the ultimate advantage as a spy and information gathering. Without information, weapons are useless.

[silverterror]

Without defense, subterfuge goes nowhere.

[incubi_abel]

Perhaps next time our paths cross, I'll show you the blood wings.

[Abel chuckled. Sephiroth might even be a touch surprised at the rest of the look as well. The eyes and fangs would go a long way to a good defense.]

[silverterror]

I would be fascinated.

[incubi_abel]

Then I look forward to meeting you peacefully again.