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Bus Woes

Kaya had, upon beig able to live in the W.I.T.C.H. bus for the time being, happily cooked meals for the inhabitants where she could, pleased that she could finally do her part. Today, when she woke up, she hadn't seen Matt. Thinking he might be out for a Council related activity, Kaya had let this pass, exercising in Will's classroom, training her body, and then popping over to visit Billy. When she came back, she got the feeling that Matt was still gone, and she started to worry, just a little bit. She asked around for him, but no one, not even those on Council, had seen him that day. Still, she was willing to ignore this, wait because it wasn't possible. How could it be? He was a Concil member, he was the W.I.T.C.H. bus person, it wouldn't make sense.

But she knew it was true. Felt it as surely as if she'd been told, and she couldn; bear to be around anyone, bemoaning his loss. After all, these were feelings only she knew right now, that loss of something she'd had after she had weathered so many changes. She had not thought it possible to be this cruel, after all of that.

And so she wandered to the baths, stripping down and sinking into the baths. It was perfect: she coudl cry all she liked adstay underwater so no one was the wiser.

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"I see," Kaya said, and she actually did, once Nokosi started to explain what he meant. "So basically, you're not understanding why being from the same world matters as much as actually having someone as a friend. In a way, Billy is sort of overlooking that: after all, Lord Zedd was also from his world and she was sure that Billy was far from happy he'd been brought here. I think that was what he meant though."

She laughed. "Beside, the worst thing about Billy is that he sells himself short just about every time. I'll bet he can still hardly believe that he has Ronnae for himself, so he naturally has reservations and gives other people the benefit of the doubt. It's a fault I'm hoping to coax out of him."

She giggled. "Somehow, I think I could handle you I am a pretty big girl after all, and it would probably be pretty funny."

"I can only wish for your success in such endeavors. I think he constantly underestimates just how much she needs him first and foremost in times of turmoil. He assumes it is always me and that is why he says such things." Ronnae was already self-conscious enough; they didn't both need to be skirting around issues and wallowing in self-doubt.

A quizzical brow rose at her confident proclamation and he regarded her with a toothy grin. "You think so? I am not very particular when inebriated, I will admit. Though you are refreshingly self-assured, I am sure some of the words spoken in a drunken state might make even you blush."

Ah, the memories of being beaten during Brewfest for some of the raunchy things he'd unwittingly said. They were all so great.

"Well, I sort of wish it for myself too," She said. "Billy is my Bonded, but he is still his own kind of person and is used to taking things out on himself most of the time. Of course, he does still quail a little under my gaze, so I guess that's a start? Not that I'd overuse that."

Of course not!

She did, however, give him a look. "If you were to start coming onto any of my friends, I might have to give you a cold shower. Towards me, well, let's just hope I'm equally drink, so we could avoid having any real problems. I'm told I'm 'happy drunk,' whatever that means."

He laughed. "Of course I would. By 'lecherous' I mean I am willing to proposition anything on two legs with the worst phrases I've ever had the chance to overhear in Stormwind and Ironforge." So many surprisingly terrible pick-up lines and the like that he'd heard. Endless stream.

"Somehow, I think, you being drunk as well would only exacerbate the situation. Being a 'happy drunk' means you're generally even more amiable, outgoing and funny while intoxicated."

"Well in that case, you might not be in such bad company. I mean, you WOULD need to have someone offended by what you say, right? And I would be there to make sure nobody hurt you to badly! I would also make sure you didn't say anything too offensive."

She giggled. "If you're throwing bad pick up lines, I'd be poking fun at you, even drunk! But it might be fun, you never know! I've never failed to ave a good time with my friends after a little bit of drinks, unless its too much, of course."

He blinked a few times in surprise, then suddenly fell into a small laughing fit. "Well, if you would really like to see me drunk that badly I may have to oblige, as odd of a request as it may be."

He waved a dismissive hand, "You have already had your pre-warnings after all."

Nokosi grinned. "Just remember that if anything mortifying occurs, you and the others will be the ones embarrassed the next day while I will not bat an eye on the incredulously stupid behavior I engaged in."

Kaya laughed. "You know, I've been on this ship a looong time, Nokosi. If you think I haven't been exposed to quite the off putting remark, or hearing just about the worst kind of come ons, you're wrong. I was hearing that here even before I was seventeen!"

Kaya grinned at him right back. "In that case, I'll have to make extra sure that you don't do anything too crazy, as I have no intention of feeling sorry about having fun with my friend the previous day!"

He shrugged rather nonchalantly. "Oh no, I do not doubt that. I am less worried about your reactions and more about Billy and Ronnae's. They are the ones who would be chastising me, after all."

"At this point, Ronnae and especially Billy know me pretty well: if it came to an issue of me being able to take care of myself, they'd probably give me the benefit of the doubt. Of course, if the two of them want to get all mortified about it, all the more fun, don't you think?"

Nokosi couldn't help but chuckle at her reasoning. "You are dauntless. I like that."

In no time at all the stood before the two, towering trees that made up both his and Ronnae's home. Ronnae's seemed to still have plenty of scribbles covering its surface from her regression not even two weeks past. Fontaine took the moment to hurriedly find a nice thatch of grass dotted with sunlight between both trees.

"Let us see," he said, thinking aloud. "I might have a bow where I keep those arrows but it might not be in the best of shape." Regardless, he hastily made his way up the stairs and into the house--the door wasn't even locked.

Kaya grinned "Sure am! I'm a pretty plucky girl! You should remember that!"

She wasn't sure: was she supposed to follow him? She WAS still glad to finally be home again, and more than happy about the fact that she felt tons better than she had before the bath. Zhin was keeping pace, although she was going a fairly slow rate.

"Should I come in?" She asked gingerly.

"I do not mind. Be my guest."

Inside the house was fairly modest. The floor and walls seemed as if they'd just been carved out from the tree itself. Most of the sparse chairs were made of thick wood with gnarled, knobby portions for the legs. The tables were carved from heavy stone, all etched with an intricate design. Small, glowing orbs shone against the table and in the large, blue basin that set atop it.

The windows were a dark green color with brown branches criss-crossing over their surface from one end to the other. There were a number of dark purple candles sitting in small dishes, unlit. A small number of books, bags and a globe of Azeroth lay on top of one of the wooden shelves near the window.

Nokosi took off his boots after he entered and placed them beside the door before venturing further into the home. He paused in the hallway nearby the living room and small kitchen and opened one of the doors there wide, leaning in.

It didn't take him long to retrieve two empty quivers and a handful of arrows. He held one out to her and continued down the hallway without another word.

Taking him at his word, Kaya entered the house.

Kaya was taken aback by how Earth Nation inspired the place was: it was a lot like something she would have seen in her days when she was in the Nation searching for the Avatar gang. She couldn't help but wish she could sit and take all of this place in, or find a way to take pictures somehow.

"It's beautiful," she said, sounding almost out of breath. "When were you able to design a place like tis? How were you able to get all of these glowing orbs? It looks wonderful!"

She had, of course, already taken her shoes off, and took the quiver and arrows, following him, still drinking everything in.

"I did not have to," he started. "Most of the things were here already though they needed a bit of repair. Did Ronnae not tell you? We discovered this while exploring the city...the two homes correlate to our respectful heritages. While her home is decorated in reds and golds, veils, pillows and other such things equated with 'finery', mine is...simple. Modest, earthen tones with furniture and other fixtures straight from the natural world."

He paused for a moment and looked around before turning his gaze to her. "I would say that our homes both accurately represent Blood Elf and Night Elf culture."

Other than the front door, every other door in the home seemed to be a thinner, wooden door that slid open instead of the usual doorknob method.

Nokosi pushed on such door to the side and walked into the bedroom, immediately making his way to the closet to rummage through it.

Kaya thought that this still did not quite explain how he had all the orbs and such there, but that was for talking about later, she supposed. "No, she never did tell me. I always liked how Ronnae's home looked too! It always has such a grand, robust look to it. I can't see how Billy lives there and isn't overwhelmed every time."

Ah, the elven thing. While she now understood the Night elves a bit more, she had to make a note of asking Ronnae how they differed from Blood Elves.

The doors she really liked too: they reminded her a little bit of home.

"What are you looking for now Nokosi?"

"A bow, of course. How else will you shoot the arrows?"

The bedroom was much like the rest of the house; rustic in appearance. There were various odds and ends, wooden carved instruments and a whole plethora of multi-colored potions and elixirs atop the dressers in the room.

On the singular table in the bedroom, there lie many screws, slivers of metal and other half-completed portions of something that looked both mechanical and fairly simple in use.

"Ah, here we are," he said, pulling a thin, curved piece of wood from one of the shelves in the closet. "I only need to string it--it will take only a moment," he assured her, heading to the table and picking through the supplies there.

With a deftness and speed that could only be from experience, he coiled the line around the notch and the top and pulled it down, checking how taut the line was before tying off the other end.

"There you go," he said, presenting her with the shortbow.

That was a good point: one that she could not believe she had overlooked, actually. She followed him into the bedroom, only mildly aware of how scandalous it would have been on her world to do so in another man's house. They were here, and she thought Nokosi a gentleman anyway, so she did not give this much contemplation.

She had only taken a halfway look at the table before they now got to the bow, Kaya taking it solemnly, feeling the way the string felt, running her hand over the weapon. It seemed a fairly good weapon, and she looked pleased.

"Thank you Nokosi! I will put this to good use the moment I step foot on the bus again. I'll be practicing as much as possible."

"On the bus?" He questioned. He was mildly aware of what a bus was, from the books Ronnae showed him from the media library, but even though they were large, they weren't that large.

"How could you possibly use a bow in a vehicle?"

Kaya laughed. "Oh, its a lot bigger than it looks. It's a magic bus, one that Matt captained, you could say. It's from his world, where these girls have abilities almost similar to bending."

"I see." It was like Ronnae's home in Azeroth then, which honestly always made him feel just a tad strange. Dimensional spaces were a weird concept for him to try to wrap his mind around.

"And he was the one that drove them around in the bus? Was he the only one who lived upon it?" Well here came the point in which he asked entirely too many questions that she may or may not have known the answer to.

"I thought at was strange at first, but then Matt was able to show me how much good could come out of it: there were several classrooms there that were tailored to each of the girl's powers."

Kaya shook her head. "I know he drove it, but he was definitely not the only one that lived in it. Negi and Asuna and several others also live on the bus as well."

He wasn't sure he could handle all of that. Inside the city was depressing enough with its distinct lack of foliage. Looking out of a window--assuming the rooms inside the bus had any--and seeing nothing but the tall, looming buildings bearing down on you? Just a bit disconcerting for someone like him.

"I see. What a strange place, indeed. It is the location of your home as well?"

Kaya could understand that, but she also had something of an attraction to the magic on the bus. She figured it must have started around the time when she had made that Pactio with Negi, but there had always been something about that world, the way Matt and Irma talked of it, that brought her in.

"For the moment, its where I live, yes. Before this I'd been living in the Outsider's Hotel in the suite: big and spacious, but very lonely I was to have a roommate to make things easier, but I'm afraid you know all too well how that turned out.

"Oh yes, well I suppose you are in the same predicament yet again," he said carelessly, though to him it was just a simple observation.

With one motion he closed the door to the closet and made his way back to the table. Plucking up a small piece of blue chalk, he pocketed the little stick then took long, languid strides to the door.

"Shall we be off, then?"

She nodded. "Well, there are at least some people I know still living on the bus, yes, I'm sort of still alone again. It hasn't helped that the ship gets pulled into missions pretty often these days, but if there are things that need to be helped, then I guess that's just the way."

She nodded. "Alright then, let's go!"

Sure thing.

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