While Ike had a home, albeit a temporary one, the thought that spending the night at Charlia's place would make it so that they could begin training earlier. And that prospect was greatly appealing to Ike, and so he nodded in acceptance. "Lead the way, then," He responded. His voice was still unnaturally cold, like his demeanor, likely part of what happens when the rune on his arm activates itself instead of Ike activating it. The sword of bone and leather would seemingly fade out of existence, leaving Ike empty handed–it seemed to him that there would be no need for a weapon at the current time.

[i]Charlia, while initially bothered by Ike's emotionless demeanor, would give him a nod and usher for him to follow her, away from the forest and further away from Ian's burning body.[/i] [i]The elven woman and the boy would happen to find themselves at a smaller home compared to those of Dojoville, as if only made for a person or two; not an entire family. Charlia would open the door for Ike for him to enter, flickering the lights on for him.[/i] [i]The interior was.. relaxing. It wasn't overly luxurious or rich with precious furniture or perfect walls, but it was.. comfortable in a sense, with a smooth rug meeting Ike's feet as he walked into what appeared to be the kitchen. A table was to his immediate left, preferably for two or three people, especially with only three chairs with it, a window next to it. The sink was.. amazingly clean, funnily enough. In fact, everything was quite clean: either Charlia was a freak for cleaning stuff up (Iota would know, with the one assassination), or she had a lot of time. Perhaps both.[/i] [i]The kitchen would section into a small living room with a couch and television, alongside a small nightstand with a lamp next to the couch, with a few rooms - probably the bedroom and bathroom - were closed by the white doors. Ike seemed free, at the moment.[/i]

As the door to the small home opened, the door to the bedroom would open as well, and out came a woman that would be very familiar to Charlia; with a head of short, shaggy, and light blonde hair, an angular face, pale skin, and an above average height of 5'8". She wore a rather simple, plain white tank top and comfy, short-short black shorts, which happened to reveal a lot of leg. Iota would smile at Charlia, waving slightly and nodding at Ike; she didn't really question why Charlia was bringing thirteen year old boys home; if she was a two-timing pedophile then she was a two-timing pedophile, and Iota would still love her regardless. Iota would introduce herself quickly and Ike returned the favor, before Iota went back into the bedroom and shut the door silently; Ike and Charlia likely had things to discuss. Ike looked away from the bedroom and up at the much taller woman, inquisitiveness in his expression. "So... what now?" He asked.

[i]Charlia would deliver a smile and a soft peck to Iota's cheek before the sniper went to the bedroom, as she then returned her gaze to Ike and motioned for him to sit down. Charlia would sit as well, holding her soft hands together as she let out a sigh. She had never trained someone.. but she'd try, certainly.[/i] "An explanation. The things that I will teach you will likely play an important role in whatever fate you have. You seem to fight those who are evil, or.. pose a threat. Your efficiency with your blade is vital, but there's a lot more to it. If all goes to plan.. you may end up with yet another rune upon your arm, and capabilities befitting of one such as yourself. Are you fine with this, Ike?"

Ike thought for a moment; a second rune on his arm? The first one had put him in his current situation, but also allowed him to save himself and –avenge others when he slew Ian. He decided that there could be no harm in another one... or at least no more harm than what has already been done. "... yeah, I'm fine with that," The boy would reply with a nod. He had many questions, of course, but knew that most would answer themselves in due time. For now he could only focus on whatever training Charlia had to give. "What are we starting first with, tomorrow?" He asked.