:: Peebles grunts when Xerxes appears. It's high time he was welcoming someone evil into the mix. He hobbles over to the strange looking thing and kicks him.::

"Up. On your feet. Now. Don't have all day."

::Xerxes grunts at the kick.::

"Alright, I'm up, I'm up..."

::He stands up ad looks around.::

"So, you're the thing that tells me what to do, right?"

(You bloody well better be.)

:: Peebles gives Xerxes a skeptical look.::

(The Source must be getting desperate. Just look at the state of him.)

"Yeah. You're a Darklighter. Your job is to hunt down those annoying whitelighters that those witches love so much. It's done by the use of a bow, but you wont be getting your paws on that until you've pleased The Source. Other than that, you can dark orb. Just think of the place you want to go and you'll dark orb there."

:: He pauses.::

"Clear?"

::He thinks::

"Yup, all clear. Hang on, do ya know when I'll actually get the bow?"

(What, are they afraid I'll hurt myself?)

"Oh you'll know. The Source will give it to you personally."

:: Peebles waves his hand and two doorways appear. One leads to the demonic market and the other the labyrinth.::

"If that's all. And it better be. You can go here, or here. One takes you to the market, you can find anything you need there, at a price and the other leads to the labyrinth, you can get yourself a place to stay there."

"Whatever...See ya around"

::He walks through the doorway to The Labyrinth.::

::Xerxes.::

"Time's comin'."

::The Darklighter stretches and cracks his knuckles.::

"Be going back soon, don't worry your dear old head Peebles."

::Peebles snorts.::

"Maybe if you talk to the admin. Your avatar doesn't even work!"

"I'll be organising it soon enough."

::Arrogant bastard.::

"And the face is sorted."

::He orbs himself into Peebles chair and steeples his fingers.::