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Thinking back to his dive, just minutes ago he remembered seeing what a appeared to be a surface of limestone, potentially a cavern if there we running water nearby. Zain stepped his way through the crowd to the edge of the clearing. "If we're going to come under attack again, then leader-boy is right." he said in a serious tone turning back to the group. "I thought I saw a cavern to the west, and I'd sooner take my chances of getting mauled by a cave bear than be perforated by gunfire when they come back for us. So anyone that wants a slightly high chance of survival, or is a champion bear-fighter, I recommend you head this way." With his closing statement Zain turned and walked into the forest, performing a convoluted, and flashy, method of opening with his butterfly knife, prepared for whatever he may find.
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"But FIRST of all, I'm Crystal! Nice to meet everyone!" she then drew back her bangs, revealing her XIII marking. "And as you can see, I have lucky thirteen. Guardian of the sound." She then took a breather, looking at the people around her, and then noticed a newcomer. "Heeeeey... I didn't see you in the plane." She said refrencing Zumi. "Who are you?" She asked him. Wow. That could have been extremely awkward. If that guy was working for the captors, she just gave away where they were. And now, she couldn't really fight. This would be a problem. But she kept up her attitude. "I guess we were kinda lucky to meet someone out here! Do you have any bandages or anything, or even duct tape?" Crystal asked, coking her head slightly.
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If they didn't have to move right away then that was alright, so Krad listened to all Crystal had to say, "If your lucky thirteen then I guess that would make me the unlucky seven" Krad said, turning around and pulling the top of his shirt down to show the back of his neck which held the number seven,"Guardian of touch, also if it's name introductions then I'm Krad" he added then proceeded to face them all again, Krad remembered what the other guy who wasn't with them in the plane had mumbled somthing about being the same so Krad presumed that the guy held a number on him.
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That moment was when his adrenaline stopped coming.
He began to feel more uneasy as his normal personality flooded back to him from his previous high. He looked around and saw many people, and was not comfortable. He walked a little bit off and sat down to get a sense for who was here.
Crystal seemed to be a spritely young woman with a sense for adventure. She seemed to be generally happy and excitable.
The I girl seemed to be holding back. She wasn't exactly an open book. She seemed cute to him.
The newcomer seemed to be a sort of detatched, inquiring spirit, like himself, but also different.
Krad, if he heard correctly, seemed a little bossy to him, but also a sort of resolute person who is good in difficult situations. An asset.
The behatted blond boy with a penchant for knife use seemed to simply want to do his own thing, really. As such, he had just left.
The blond girl seemed to be a rather serious person like himself, but her fundamental aims were different.
The brown-haired boy seemed to be pragmatic and resourceful.
the boy with the ponytail seemed to have great concern for others.
As he collected these thoughts, he walked back to the group and stood with them quietly.
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Isu passed her right hand through her ponytail in frustration. There wasn´t a good or a bad in calling themselves in a special way, but... Guardians? From where? Decided by who? Of what? The earth or they so-called affinities? The girl wasn´t able to decide if thinking about the thing would be good or if it was better to stop to avoid a major headache.
After a moment Isu sighed and walked away from the group to where her parachute was, after a few seconds of doubt she gathered the fabric and force it back to the bag while she mumbled some things in a very low voice. Even if she was thinking that this was passing from dangerous to ridiculous at an incredible speed part of her wanted to be of utility even if no one thanked her, it seemed that her responsibility was hitting with all it´s might.
Isu turned while closing the bag and walking to where the group was looking again to the sky as if there was something really interesting in it, then she stop so she could see Crystal to the face.
"Crystal was it? Got you anything" Isu raised the bag as she changed her cold look for a bored one "You can use the fabric as... whatever you want we only need to play a little with it."
After finishing Isu turned looking to the distance. "Ah yes... Some call me Isu and I have an eight marked in my body." The girl then crossed her arms showing her clear intentions that she wasn´t entering the dangerous game of calling herself "guardian" at least not until she knew more.
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No, that couldn't be it.. he had gathered from the interactions that ensued, that these people were all just as much strangers to each other as Zumi was. The girl must have realized that Zumi wasn't with them when they skydived from the plane, because she turned to him and addressed him directly. She introduced herself as Crystal, a "Thirteenth Guardian of Sound" or something. He saw her number beneath her bangs as she brushed her hair aside.
"Heeey.... I didn't see you in the plane." she said. "Who are you?"
"Um, hi.. my name is Zumi.. I'm like you guys.. although I didn't even honestly know others existed. I would prove it and show you my number like everyone else but... it's kind of in a personal location, heh" he said, patting his leg just to the left of his groin.
"I guess we were kinda lucky to meet someone out here! Do you have any bandages or anything, or even duct tape? Crystal inquired.
"Sorry, no.. I didn't have time to gather anything from my home before I left when the men came..." he felt a little disappointed that he couldn't be of service to the group. "The only thing I have is this bottle of water" he held it up to show her, and then took a sip. Even when Zumi had decided to run away from home in the past, he had never taken anything with him but a bottle of water. He wasn't exactly the material type, and the water was all he needed to survive, should he come into contact with any trouble along his way.
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He sighed. Things were still a bit confused, but were definitely more organized than before. He listened closely, and had nothing to say but what had been already said. So far several of them had been kind enough to give their names and numbers, so he figured he would return the favor.
"I'm Felix, Number IX," he stated, pulling back his scarf to reveal his shoulder tattoo. He had not known the significance of his birthmark until just a second ago, and he was no stranger to roman numerals. "I have some type of ability to manipulate materials, mostly metals, though I don't know the specific name. I suppose I would be a Guardian as well, then. Anyways, I can create many basic materials with my powers. Just ask and I'll try to make them."
As he got up, he looked over at one of the quiet girls who had not yet spoken, and seemed separated at the back of the group. "You there, with the pink hair. Who are you? Don't be shy- you're among friends. Once we all know each other and our respective powers we may be able to escape more effectively, and hopefully we protect ourselves for the future."
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"My name's Lucille," she finally spoke, figuring that she might as well introduce herself so they don't call her by anything else. Before she spoke again, she rested on finger against her cheek & pointed to her left eye. The roman numeral eye was etched onto her pupil & left behind a silver color, almost as if some parts of the blue from her original eye color had been sucked out. "I'm number one & the Guardian of Light."
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The conversation grew even more bizarre as Ethon listened in, at first several of them referred to themselves as 'Guardians'. This confused Ethon, he didn't understand how one could be a guardian of a force of nature. The only reality was everyone of them were linked the roman numerals they all had somewhere upon their person. It was only as some of them began to reveal powers them somehow the link to the marks that he realised every one of them was like him, only different. He almost smirked at the thought, it all sounded so surreal. So fake. He didn't indulge in it, not offering his name or his ability. The thought of spouting such details in front of total strangers didn't fit with him. Thankfully no one directly asked him, although undoubtedly someone would eventually. To delay that time, Ethon turned his attention back to their surroundings he spotted sparse clumps of trees amongst the shallow hills, enough to give them a little bit of cover. There seemed no need for them at present, the approaching speck that would indicate a plane didn't show. The artificial feeling introductions continued behind him as he sat down, enjoying the wide open scenery and dipping into his own little world.
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Suddenly, Aura realized that someone was addressing her. "You, pink-haired girl," said a man from within the group (who looked at least 20 something), "Who are you? Don't be shy- you're among friends. Once we all know each other and our respective powers we may be able to escape more effectively, and hopefully we protect ourselves for the future." Well, she couldn't evade question forever. Might as well get it done now. Hesitantly, she said, "I-I'm Aura Honya. I'm number XII. It's nice to meet you." With that, she fell silent, looking a little nervous that someone wouldn't believe her. Hopefully, they wouldn't question her about it.
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Zain flashbacked to their apartment. Alex hadn't been home, yet his car was outside. Upon entering the house he found not his brother, but armed forces that had apprehended him. "What if they had captured Alex? What if they had killed him?!" he thought aloud again, his voice rising in intensity and volume as his mind erratically raced from thought to thought. "Even if they hadn't they would be searching for me now. If they had the endowed power to ambush me in my own home, then they could just as well have the audacity to capture Alexander and use him to get to me. The others... They may not have realized that their loved ones are in danger as well. Wait..." Zain forced himself to cease his spiraling cascade of thought and took a deep breath, attempting to regain composure. "Now then. I can't go about this in a panic." he continued to think aloud after his mind returned to placidity. "Say they do have our loved ones. I can't exactly go crashing into whatever their base might be to save them. So what then? Do I let them go ahead with it and remain in hiding for the remainder of my existence? No..."
Zain's eyes twinkled as an idea had come to him. "If they want me, they'll come for me. Rather they'll come for them. If I stick with the group we'll surely be spotted at some point with such numbers. When we come under siege, all i have to do is apprehend one myself and interrogate him to find out where their operations stem. Someone let us out, so surely I can make a difference myself and either save Alex if nessecary, or..." Zain twirled the knife, intertwining it between fingers as he spun it. "Take their leader out to prevent this from ever occurring again. But I'll need them even if anything to find a soldier." Sheathing his blade, Zain spun on his heels and walked back to the edge of the group, deeming it necessary to be near, however he need not engage unless engaged by another for conversation.
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