Rising from the ash..

[The Demon Auditor]

He had wanted to be with Mori for the talks, but she had insisted she could handle it herself. Not wishing to diminish her in any way before the elves, he had acquiesced and left to see to the Morthikans arriving soon.

With the quarters for the wayward citizens and soldiers checked and approved, he left quickly, hardly staying to comfort or even speak with anyone to any great length. The elven porters were nice enough to direct him to the room set aside for the queen and him. Mori was nowhere in sight when he arrived, and he realized she must still be dealing with the city's chancellor.

"What a bother..." he sighed. He wandered to one of the doors in the room, and peeked inside. A bath stretched out for what seemed like miles. Or was it a pool? It was steaming nicely, so he figured it was meant for washing up.

He stepped up to the edge of the massive bath and looked around. It appeared no one was around to watch him, which was good. He was vaguely aware there were usually attendants for this sort of thing, especially in palaces and such, but here it seemed they were either granting privacy, or at least waiting until her highness arrived.

His black trench coat buzzed and hummed quietly around him, and finally and sighed and nodded.

"Yes, yes...go on then," he muttered. The coat snapped up around him. His boots and pants turned ink black, and melted upwardly and behind him, rejoining the coat that now resembled wings made of torn sheets. He looked up and studied the black entity, and though it had no eyes he knew it was peering back at him expectantly. "A little worse for wear, huh? Well come and relax, we'll sort this out somehow."

He stood naked at the edge of the bath, and closed his eyes. The black wings behind him slowly melted into his back, spreading into the spiral tattoos covering his body, filling in the gaps until they were solid. He stretched and looked his his reflection in the water below, and smirked, "Haha! Dangly parts."

It was after he had gotten in and started doing laps he heard the faint noise of someone speaking in the other room. He stopped for a moment and listened again, but could only hear the clank of something hitting the floor. Armor? Was Mori back finally?

He stepped from the bath and grabbed one of the robes hanging from a rack nearby. As he toweled himself dry with the robe, he noticed the wound on his side had stopped bleeding and was slowly closing. He glanced at his reflection in a mirror and saw some of the bruises on his face fading away and smirked. "Well, that was thoughtful of them. I'm sure Mori would enjoy a nice dip in the healing waters."

He wrapped the robe around himself and plodded to the bedroom door, peeking in slowly in hopes of surprising her. Alas, all he could see were her clothes and armor strewn on the floor and her naked feet hanging from over the edge of the bed. Her snoring was enough to provide evidence she wasn't interested in a bath right now.

He smiled and shook his hair dry, before approaching the bed and smiling down at her naked beauty. Even in the mess she was, she was still a gorgeous specimen of feminine strength and form. He considered giving her a glorious awakening, but he could the presence of someone standing outside the door. Well...maybe if he was quiet...but...better not. In moments he had disrobed and was in the bed with her. He cradled her sleeping form to his body, and watched her dream. If he felt any need, he would wake her, but no sooner.

[Moridanu]

*Nightmares stalked her sleeping soul, causing salty tears to leak from the corners of her closed lids. She was vaguely aware of a warm body settling in the bed beside her, and automatically scooted back in her sleep, so that she was soon spooning with the man she loved. With his strong arms wrapped around her, the nightmares began to abate and she was granted a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.

The storm that had been raging outside finally began to fade just after midnight, and as her eyelashes fluttered open in the darkness, Moridanu could feel the moon calling to her. She moved slowly and cautiously detangled herself from Terrance’s embrace, careful not to wake him. He needed sleep just as much as she did, and although she could do with a few more precious hours, for now she needed to feel the healing grace of the moon on her bruised and battered body.

Sliding off the bed, Moridanu winced as her bare feet touched upon the stone floor beneath her. Having been lain in the same position for several hours had caused her aching body to cease up, and she gritted her teeth against the pain to stop from crying out. With one last longing look at the sleeping Terrance, Moridanu followed her instincts that led her to the bathing suite. A large pool lay before her, the water appearing silver as it reflected the rays of the moon that shone through the square panes of glass in the large double French doors that led out to the balcony. Walking around the pool, Moridanu undid the latch so that the doors could be pushed open. She stood on the balcony, looking down at the Elven city stretched before her as the moonlight enveloped her naked skin in its healing light. Although she could have stood like that until morning, the water beckoned to her, and she turned as though her body had a mind of its own and walked the few remaining steps to the edge of the pool. Stepping into the warm water, Moridanu let out a loud gasp of sheer pleasure as the water engulfed her and she dived in. Stretching her long aching limbs around her, she found that the water had some healing quality about it. With the large doors open now, the moonlight shone into the chamber, and combined with the warm water that rippled around her as she floated contently on the gentle waves, Moridanu closed her eyes and allowed the healing to begin. She drifted in and out of blissful dreams, of being by the seaside building sandcastles with Crowe as children. The sound of seagulls filled her ears, and at one stage, she could have sworn the sound of a crows long caw had mingled with the other bird cries. Confusing the sound with her dreams though, she did not open her eyes to see the crow perched on the railing of the balcony, watching her as she floated in the pool. When she did open her eyes moments later however, the bird and the dreams were gone.

A few hours later, she emerged from the now cool water feeling around eighty percent healed and reached for the fluffy towel that hung from the rail near the door. Drying her body off as she walked back towards the bed, she glanced towards the window, calculating that there were only about two hours left before sunrise. With her wet hair hanging loosely down her back, Moridanu climbed quietly back into bed so that she was soon lying beside the sleeping Terrance. She lay there for a few moments, watching him sleep and wondering about his dreams, if he dreamt at all. Moving closer to him, she began to kiss his tattoos, the mysterious and powerful tattoos that she respected and feared at the same time. Her lips found their way to his and she kissed him gently, before rolling over on the bed so that her damp body was pressed up against his warm one. With a contented smile upon her lips, Moridanu let out a long deep sigh and allowed her lashes to flutter shut once more.*

[Oona Ondessa]

And then Kendelah fell.

The earth around her gave way and Oona felt herself fall. Straight to Hell.

She struggled to remain lucid; she couldn’t tell if she was falling in body or mind. The world was weightless. She lost her connection to her friends, her queen, her world. It all simply fell away until their was only Oona.

She opened her eyes, or what was left of them. There was nothing surrounding her, nothing but brilliant white light, Weightless and chilling. She blinked back at the harsh light and looked down at her form. She was naked. Her skin still had a purple hue, but the black spiralling tattoos that covered her body seemed to shimmer an inch above her skin, twisting around her body and humming with life.

Suddenly Oona was all to aware that she wasn’t alone. At first it was a black speck, but it grew until it was a large dark shadow. Oona surveyed the creature carefully. It was growing and changing. If she squinted, the figure was a woman, a warrior of some description she could never repeat. Then if she blinked the woman was a crow or a wolf.

‘You are the Morrigan?’

Oona asked, surprised she still had a voice. The wolf nodded its noble head, before shimmering away so it was once again a crow. The voice seemed to fill the nothingness, like it was a force all itself.

‘You cling to life that is all but used. You cling to the world that is no longer yours. It is time to return’.

The Morrigan said simply.

‘No. I still live!’

Oona said loudly. Knowing she couldn’t fool a goddess. But the woman with brilliant purple eyes looked at Oona gently, the spirit of the warrior fading for a second, replaced by the Mother.

‘Your existence has always been a mystery. I can answer everything. You can return to my forest, Oona Ondessa, born from a Willow’.

For a second, Oona thought of accepting the Queens offer, she was so tired and injured and she’d lived for so long. Then she thought of Camus, she felt out with her mind and almost touched his, she could feel his pain a world away. Her little friend.

‘No. I have responsibilities. I still fight High Queen Morrigan’.

Oona said, trying not to sound as panicked as she felt.

‘Then you shall return. But you will return with knowledge and a warning to the Holy Avatar who rules.’

Oona nodded, she looked down at her skin once again, the hue was a darker purple now and the tattoos snaked across her skin faster than ever.

‘You were born from a Willow, because I demanded it. You are as old as the world itself and your power stems from the Dark, though you a creature of light. Your form was given an Elvish one.

You are a creation of light and dark. You stem from a need. We needed a creature to combat those below. Those below who have also chosen a champion. Your Queen is our earthly representation of power in the world. You on the other hand are something entirely different. Do you understand?’

Oona closed her eyes, her head was starting to ache, she was suddenly all too wary of her body back on the surface, she felt the rocks crushing down on her. She was waking up.

‘No I don’t understand. What are you saying?’

Oona asked desperately. The Goddess shifted so she was an eel swimming in mid air and buzzing with electricity.

‘Our Avatar lives in the world of man, both warrior and mother. She is an amalgamation of the god’s holy personas. She has an other, a partner, a betroved, a brother. You know them both’.

Oona focused, she looked down at her body and saw it slowly start to shimmer away like it was sand.

‘Yes. Moridanu and Crowe’.

Oona said, desperately trying to keep herself in this realm a minuet longer.

‘Yes, that is the names they were given. They are our champions. But you. You are the champions of a generation that came before us. Before myself or Danu. Do you understand?’

Oona nodded, only her upper torso was still exposed now. She was starting to loose concentration, she was conscious of her breathing, how hot and fevered she felt.

‘You are a Titan!’

Morrigan said proudly, her form began to shimmer and explode with light until she was bigger than all existence.

‘You are warrior of Magic. You are rage and fury!’

Oona couldn’t see anything but the darkness now, she could still hear The Morrigan’s voice ringing in her ears.

‘Like Moridanu, you too have an other. You were not created together however; you were created in opposition of each other and thrown to the world at different times in different guises. Your other, is your mortal enemy. If you are the Titans incarnation on earth, He is the Demons latest incarnation. He keeps the Demons… He audits them…’

Oona was buried under a pile of rubble, her clothes were torn to shreds, and they were stiff with dried blood. Every inch of her ached, but she knew the Goddess Morrigan has imbued her with a new strength. It was hot as hell and Oona was sweating desperately, she wasn’t sure how long she’d been pinned under the rubble.

‘My warning is this. If the Avatar lies with the Keeper, they will bear a child, a Child that will destroy us all’.

The Goddess voice was now a whisper in Oona’s ear.

She was alone.

((Ok so I hope I haven’t overstepped my mark…. Probably should have spoken to you guys first, but I was struck with a thunderbolt of inspiration!))

[The Demon Auditor]

((Bwa-hahaha!! That's awesome! ;D))

[Moridanu]

(( OMG!!! LOVE IT!!! ;D Certainly will make life much more interesting around here! ))

[sabis]

((I need to get myself into something, lol. Right now he's just a random foreigner who joined up ))

[sabis]

'Sabis spins his blade in a circle once and changes stance, taking up a perfectly balanced pose, blade up across his body, both hands held in a firm but not tight grip, right hand above the left, his pointer and middle fingers slightly relaxed from the hilt. The elf would likely find this style confusing, even stupid, why would you have only a partial grip on a blade, after all? But the wiley old ranger knows multiple styles with his katana blade, a foreign sword to these people, with dozens, if not hundreds of unique styles.'

Come, elf. Lets dance your last dance. I have been a master of swords since before your birth, and I have defeated sword masters even older then myself. I am Sabis, ranger, general, warrior, king, and once, a God. You will not suffer, you will be granted a merciful death you do not deserve for your dishonor....

"Sabis..... Why is that.... OH NO!!!" 'And with that the elf drops his sword and tries to flee. but the Immortal is simply too fast, and the elf finds himself swiftly pinned to the wall, pierced through the left clavicle and staked to the wall by the ranger's blade.' That's right elf. You picked a BAD fight. I take it by your reactions you know my other titles. Bladelord, Immortal King, Patron to Rangers? You sicken me, knowing what my wrath and the wrath of the Gods would be like, and fearing it, despite my no longer divine status, you STILL fear it! You aren't getting that swift death after all...

'With that Sabis clubs the elf on the back of the head with the hilt of his sword, pulling it out and knocking the man out with one swipe. He hauls up the body and heads for the crack in the wall, taking an acrobatic leap down to the ground to go check on Camus, using some of his Quickening power to augment a healing spell on the fawn to keep him alive. He sets the elf down and bandages him to stop the bleeding, he needs to be alive, then Sabis dresses himself fully and grabs both unconcious bodies and hauls them off for the guest quarters. His aura is strong as ever, and he knows Mori and the other will sense him before he gets there, but he's certain she'll wants to speak with the elf. Hood up, face hidden, the ranger gets moving.'

[The Demon Auditor]

As Mori pulled away from him to take her bath, he rolled over in his sleep and pulled the sheets closer to himself. He slept a dreamless sleep, where no questions were answered, and no questions were asked. For now he was happy to be ignorant of his purpose and power, happy to return to a simpler existence he was more familiar with.

When Mori returned to the bed and kissed his lips, he stirred a bit, enough that when she pressed against him, his arms reacted and slid over her body, holding her close. A physical reaction occurred which he could not act on unconsciously, but she would surely feel it against her back.

Moments later his eyes drifted open, and the first thoughts on his mind were only of her and physical pleasure. He wasn't unfamiliar with the thoughts, but it was the first time his whole body was reacting. He could feel his pulse quickening and his breath heavy on her neck. He lifted a hand slowly and brushed aside some of her hair on her cheek, testing the waters to see if she was awake. Alas, she seemed asleep still, and though he knew he could take full advantage of the situation, he held back and let the feelings within him abate. He knew she needed rest. Her body was still damp, so he was glad to see she took a bath and would therefore be healing.

He weighed the consequences of waking her now with only a couple hours left of night, but his thoughts were struck aside as he felt a powerful presence nearing their room. Was it the ranger from earlier? It felt that way, but a bit different than before... With a sigh, he rolled out of bed and tried to decide what to wear. The black ooze weeped from his back and grew into a trench coat once more, followed by black trousers, boots, and a gray tunic. As details started forming on the clothing, he took another look at Mori and decided to throw half the covers over her so she could retain her modesty when she woke up.

A baldric snaked over his shoulder with a metal plate on his chest, and a long sheath hung from it at his side. He looked in the mirror and gave himself a proper gentleman's collared shirt, then looked to the door as he could hear the sound of the ranger's footsteps down the hall...

[Moridanu]

*Her kisses had the desired effect, and a slow contented smile fell upon her lips as she lay curled up against his hard body. Certain parts of his anatomy had grown harder than before and she resisted the urge to move back against him. Although she wanted nothing more than to succumb to the growing passion she had been feeling towards him over the last few days, she was not secure enough in her surroundings to be sure that they would be afforded complete privacy. Besides, she knew that at least one Elvin guard had been posted at her door, and past experience had taught her that although she and Terrance may lay claim to many things regarding their love making, being quiet lovers was not one of them.

Still, she was disappointed when she felt him rise from the bed and rolled over to voice her displeasure, just as he draped the covers over her and moved away from the bed. She watched silently as he got dressed as only he could, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips as she propped herself up on the pillows. As she slowly became more awake, her senses kicked in and she picked up on a strong energy approaching. Sighing, she pulled the covers up so that she was completely covered save for her shoulders. She was damned if she planned on getting out of bed before the sun came out.

~Do ye think we have company m’love?~ she asked, her voice still husky from the night before. ~I do wonder if we shall have any time alone together..~ she sighed deeply. ~Tonight perhaps? Yes.. tonight.. lets make sure we have time, just ye and I.. somewhere.. romantic…?~

She grinned up at him and reached up to smooth down her tumble of auburn curls which were still damp before fluffing the pillows behind her and smoothing the quilts around her. Giggling, she looked up at him again. ~I aint movin’ from this bed until the sun comes up, so if anyone thinks it’s this urgent to speak with me, they can kiss m’ass…~ she trailed off as she remembered who she was and as such, what was expected of her. Yes, she was the Queen, but really.. if the sun wasn’t expected to be up and about, why was she? Besides, she had no clothes to put on even if she wanted to. Which reminded her…

~Oh and m’love… I really need to do somethin’ about some clothes. I don’t have that little.. er.. trick of yours now do I?~ she grinned up at him. *

[sabis]

'The elf guard at the door isn't too happy to see Sabis in the first place. When he sees the injured elf the ranger carries, he reaches for his sword. Before the blade is fully exposed, a good thud can be heard as the ranger bull rushes the man into the wall, knocking the wind from him, stunning him for a moment as the nimble old man circle-kicks him to the head and drops the elf to the floor. Sabis sits the injured one from earlier on the floor away from the guard, and sits Camus comfortably separated from both. He pulls his hood down and knock on the door, two firm beats.' M'lady Moridanu, my apologies for disturbing you, we have an urgent situation.

'Thankfully the wily Immortal already has reconnaissance being done for him, Imowen dancing through the sky and darting through the town, observing the elves far away from the refugees, surveying and relaying information to her powerful master. Sabis hopes the elven betrayal is limited in scope to a small group, but worries the entire city is about to turn on them. And also hopes invoking his former Titles doesn't bring down the wrath of the still-divine upon them as well.'

[The Demon Auditor]

He turned his head quickly as Mori spoke up, "Oh, sorry, I thought you were asleep!"

He brushed his coat flat and walked toward the bed. "Yeah, I think that scout from before is on his way up. Something feels odd, though, but I don't think we're in any immediate danger..." He paused, fingering the hilt of the sword at his side now.

He gave Mori a smirk as she mentioned somewhere romantic. "Definitely. I'll think of something," he grinned. He turned to the door as he heard the sounds of a brief scuffle outside, then back at Mori regarding her request for clothes, "Oh!"

"Right, let's see here..." he mumbled, opening one side of his coat and fumbling around inside. The further in he reached, where the coat should buck up and cover his arm, it stayed flat, per usual when he reached into his 'pockets.' He seemed to find a grip on something, and pulled hard. A wheeled clothing rack broke the threshold of his coat and skidded across the floor to Mori's side, the dozens of garments on it swaying wildly, threatening to knock the whole thing over out of the momentum from stopping so suddenly. "Not sure exactly what's in there, could be entirely men's clothes or all child's sizes, but like I mentioned last night, I haven't cleaned anything up in centuries so there could be literally anything in that rack... Keep a close eye on your fingers."

The banging on the door made him whip around again, and he sighed at the sound of the ranger's voice, "Urgent indeed..." He looked back at Mori, "I'll talk to him and find out what he wants."

He went to the door, and opened it just enough to walk through, blocking Sabis from entrance.

"The Queen is preoccupied at the moment, what's so urgent you had to cold-clock the guard?" He glanced around and saw Camus and another elf on the floor, making an obvious 'what-the-hell' expression.

[sabis]

'The ranger steps half a pace back and kicks the bloodied, wounded elf as he starts to speak, his action as much to wake the traitor up as emphasize a point, the elf groaning and grunting from the blow to his chest. Sabis hasn't bound anything but his hands, knowing the slime won't have the courage to try running again.' THIS one was caught by the fawn here conspiring with the Harpy Queen. He's an agent of your enemy, and he had some rather nasty friends with him, a goblin and a drow, neither are races too well known for willful cooperation with surface elves. I don't yet know if his treason runs deeper within the locality, or if it's himself and a small group. But there were three other elves in his ranks, all but this one!... 'Sabis kicks him again, this time in the jaw.' Lie dead. Camus will be alright, and the guard went for his sword, didn't know if he was friend or foe, easier to assume the latter and put him low for awhile then wait and find out. I assumed you or the Lady would wish to interrogate the scum yourselves. He's too afraid to speak with me, he knows more about my history then you do, it seems, and it rather frightens him. Hopefully enough that his tongue will be STILL, on the matter...

'Sabis gives the traitorous elf a cold stare, if looks could kill this would be nuclear. He hauls the elf to his feet and hands him over to Terrance and then lifts Camus up, the elf guard as well.' These two will come with me, I was arranged quarters afew doors down, I will mark them with a vine if you need me. The fawn I shall heal, this guard, however, will see some interrogation...

[Camus]

Camus didn’t know what dying felt like. He’d never done it before. He felt his joints and innards relax. His heart seemed to beat faster though and he sweating profusely. He was sure it wouldn’t be long now. He continued to stare up at the night sky, the clouds rolled gently across his field of vision. If he concentrated hard enough, his arm stopped hurting. He gingerly rolled his head to the side, his right arm was twisted in the wrong direction, a small sharp bone was protruding from the skin. Faun’s were naturally fast healers, like most of the old races, the skin was healing around the bone, making it impossible to clot, blood continued to ooze from the wound, he coughed dryly and tasted blood. He wasn’t sure what had became of Sabis, he was a powerful being that much was true, but against Lucien’s forces, who knew. He’s lost once before. They all had.

He told himself it was ok to be alone, to die alone. He wondered suddenly how far Lucien had managed to snake his way into the Elven city, was Camus just unlucky to run into the only group of Lucien’s forces within the Elven walls, or did it even go as far as the Elven king. Perhaps the whole city had fallen to Lucien before Kendelah. Perhaps the whole city was one giant trap. It it was true, it was ingenious. Thinking hurt Camus’s head, he closed his eyes and unconsciousness threatened to take him, he knew there was some sort of rule when you were mortally injured. Don’t fall asleep. Or was it you should fall asleep? He wasn’t sure anymore and his thinking was starting to become foggy. He closed his eyes and listened the sound of his own haggard breath. Surely someone would find him before he died, more likely the enemy. He’s been thrown out of a gods damned tower, blowing up most of it in the process, how did that go unnoticed.

‘Brave little Faun’.

Camus furrowed his brow but he was far too tired to open his eyes.

‘Quiet. I’m trying to die.’

He said in little more than a whisper.

‘Oh but the damage you’ve caused’.

Camus opened his eyes this time, but his vision was blurry.

‘Then why haven’t my ‘friends’ come to help me? Instead I lie here dying. Don’t patronize me’.

He said indignantly, putting extra emphasis on the word ‘friend’.

‘Oh that’s right. They’re all dead. Or worse mad, Oona, Elethaire, Elyza. Gone’.

He snarled now, cold tears trickled down his face.

‘Not so my friend, we’re all here. We’ve been summoned to help you.’

Camus blinked several times and tried to focus, three shimmering faces hovered above his own. Talisen Phoenix, Elethaire and Elyza. Camus was sobbing uncontrollably now, he wiped away at his face with his good hand.

‘This is some kind of trick, you’re not even dead’

He said, pointing at Elyza.

‘This part of her is’.

Talisen said. But Elethaire and Elyza remained unspeaking.

‘I’m not dead Camus, I’m trapped in Limbo, I need to you to help me and I need the Queen, give her this instruction. Travel north, follow the Red’.

Camus tried to lift his head up, to reply, but his mouth was dry, and darkness was starting to creep up around him. His head gently hit the grass as he succumbed to unconsciousness.

‘Follow the red’. He muttered.

[The Demon Auditor]

His eyes followed Sabis stalking away with Camus, and rolled when the ranger said the elf knew more of him than Terrance did.

"I can't be expected to remember every fallen deity I've ever come across!" he grumbled.

He blinked momentarily. That was an odd choice of words just now, he realized, maybe he did remember something... He shook his head and leaned back through the door looking at Mori, "Better get dressed, I guess, so we can interrogate this apparent traitor and find out what's really going on around here."

He dragged the elf traitor into the room and dropped him into a chair by the wall. He reached into his coat yet again and pulled a coiled rope from within. In a matter of moments the traitor was tied to the chair with his wrists and ankles tied separately to the chair's arms and legs. While a skilled elf might be able to wiggle free given enough time, Terrance didn't plan on allowing him the leisure. The rope itself was strong enough that a hidden blade wouldn't be able to cut through without considerable work, but he felt that was the least of his worries. More likely the traitor had some other trick up his sleeve, and while Terrance would love nothing more than to set up a proper interrogation complete with torture apparatuses, time seemed to be a dictating factor.

He reached into a coat pocket at his side and drew out a small vial. With a soft pop of the top, a foul smell wafted up is a trail of wispy vapors that snaked their way to the elf's nostrils. In seconds the elf would be awake, alert, and very eager to find something to shove up his nose to comfort the tender nerve endings currently being stripped and torn apart by the essence from the bottle.

((Any takers to play the elf NPC?))

[Camus]

Camus opened his eyes, he blinked gently, feeling a somewhat warm but chaotic energy above him, He felt enough of Sabis’ energy during the fight that he could easily recognise it, as churning and changing as that energy was. He closed his eyes again and struggled to gain his breath.

‘My lungs collapsed, or punctured and I have internal bleeding.’

Camus said gently, little more than a whisper.

‘Follow the red’.

He whispered, willing himself to remember the message, it was already skirting the edge of dream and wake and if he let it go, it would go forever, to the place dreams lived.

‘I need to speak to the Queen!’

Camus said urgently this time, trying to sit up, he only managed half way when the chest exploded in pain and he coughed up a spatter of blood down his chin. He groan and collapsed back down.

((Oops, I think Sabis and ODK posted WHILE I was writing my post, so I didn’t catch their post before I posted my post…. Does that make sense? Anyway, that’s why my post seemed odd and misplaced, lol, my bad!))