"Adrian, Henry, Tessandra. Set up battle-posts at the windows, use all the weaponry you can. We have an incoming party, prepare yourselves." Adrian heard Phoenix yell, Adrian quickly followed orders and set a up positions in windows next to Henry and Tessandra. In the distance he could see the new blood, Sydney, making a barrier. "Hmm, she must be blood ritualist," thought Adrian. Ignoring that he waited till Henry fired the first shot and he could see a Gargoyles head just literally explode into nothing. Tessandra seemed like she was really preoccupied with the Whisperer. Whisperers were just always like that, loud, obsessive and deadly if you weren't fully prepared for one. Adrian was unsure whether or not if we were fully prepared for one but he did know that he needed to buy Tessandra some time. He could see a mass of them, more than there should be, especially in broad daylight. Adrian opened fired as soon Henry fired off another bullet, he fired taking out 1, then another and then two more. There was a lot of them but if that blood barrier can hold them off a little more, they could find the Whisperer which would make this a lot easier. Then, he saw a huge monstrosity and he could hear Tessandra yell over the roar of gunfire, "Yeah I'd say saving ammo for when you need it was a good suggestion Henry, because it's gonna take a helluva lot of lead to bring that f***** down." Adrian agreed, it was going to take a helluva lead to take that f***** down. On that note, Adrian quickly grabbed a few more clips and started to blast into the gigantic beast. "Henry, HENRY!" he yelled, "We need to concentrate some fire into that beast or something, do know if we got any bigger guns??!" Within minutes, he saw that the blood barrier had gone down. Adrian heard yells from the other members of the team, and then he saw the Russian run out and start creating a bloody mess of the gargoyles outside. With amazing agility he managed to subdue the dragon by throwing 3 grenades in its mouth and taking it out. It fell in defeat with a might roar before falling to the ground with a loud crashing sound, it twitched from the spinal reflex as it laid on the ground. The Russian looked over to Henry and said, "Nice shooting, but that's how you take out the dragon bastards." Adrian said, "Hey! Nice shooting Comrade!" as he made his way back into the building.

Tessandra ran back out after the Russian, annoyed she'd even had to come up here. "Babysitting my arse," she thought. The energy balls she had thrown on the stairwell were still working, and she ran down easily, looking out into the carnage outside. The dragon was dead, the gargoyles limp and still, the bloodfeeder was nowhere to be seen, supposedly easily dispatched by Sydney. The mirrorlie was walking towards Nova, Phoenix and the others, disguised as Tessandra.

Tessandra snorted, activated her box blades, connected a flammable liquid cannister, and turned on the pilot lights, setting the weapons to fire. On silent feet she ran towards the creature. Although silence wasn't really necessary. When she was within five metres she clenched her fists, and two jets of fire erupted from the gauntlet-esque weapon. The mirrorlie turned round, hissed, and reverted to it's normal form, green skin wrinkled and damp. The acid sprayed like yellow pus. On contact with the fire it ignited, the flame spreading up the sticky acid and over the mirrorlie's skin, melting and burning. Within a few seconds, all that remained was a foul-smelling puddle of goo.

Tessandra was suddenly aware how very quiet it was. She looked up at Phoenix, his form, and the others almost dwarfed by the massive waves of energy he was transmutating. Tessandra liked being around people who could use magic. Energy, in any form, was nice, but magic was seething with the beautiful stuff. It meant she could see in the Grid.

There was nothing Tessandra could do. She ran back to the building, in order to see the Whisper. But could she get to a point where she could see it before it struck? Nova might have the sole responsibility of telling Phoenix where it was. It was obvious the Whisper would strike him, with his high energy field.

Up the steps again, she tripped, but regained balance. Run run run. She reached the room, and turned round, looking for the Whisper.

Seconds passed. Tessandra drew in a deep breath, suddenly afraid. It wasn't there. At least... she couldn't see it.

The energy radiated off Phoenix. Tessandra stood, blind, hoping.

((OOC: Undercover bump.))

Nova gasped, biting her lip as the Whisper drew closer. She clutched her hands together to resist the urge to clamp them over her ears. She had never been so close to a Whisper before, especially one as strong as the one that approached. She had passed close to them, certainly, had been shown ones that were very weak as part of her training in order to identify them. But this one.

She had been unprepared for the deafening weight of a Whisper's song. It bore down on her, (On them she reminded herself sternly. She was not alone, after all.) with ridgid determination, a menacing background to the gargoyles' screams and the mirrorlie's rage. TrackTrackTrackTrackTrack-- and though the song did not change, the tone of it did as it drew closer. It became more and more maliciously excited as it sensed the imensity of Phoenix's energy field. It savored the idea of draining that power away.

It knew not what it would kill, but it wanted to kill them.

"Phoenix," she gasped, and then paused, working to control her tone. She shuddered and closed her eyes straining to pinpoint the exact location of such an immense sound. Luckily, the sounds she heard were not physical. Buildings, trees, they could not stop it from reaching her, nor could it confuse the sound. There was no echo to deal with. "Phoenix," she said again, much calmer. "It comes from the northwest. If it continues at this speed, it will be within range within five minutes, but it is accelerating. Two minutes, Phoenix, though I advise acting before it is in range of killing us all."

((OOC: Sorry for being away for such a long period everybody, for those of you who do not know, i was involved in a motorcycle accident and ended up in the hospital for a few days. Fortunately, i am all better now and I'm ready to get everything back on track, so start posting ! ))


It was just as if a fairy was whispering soft, sweet words in to his ear, causing his mind and body to enter a state of temporary peace. He could hear it, a faint echo slowly making it's way through the rippled energy waves which he was releasing like bait, meant to draw the greatest of prey to him.

"Phoenix." a calm voice rang, growing quiet after finishing the word.

"Phoenix." the voice said again, "It comes from the northwest. If it continues at this speed, it will be within range within five minutes, but it is accelerating. Two minutes, Phoenix, though I advise acting before it is in range of killing us all."

He recognized the voice, the "fairy" which was whispering in his ear, it was Nova, the weird-sweet girl which he always liked because she was one of the few which actually understood his gift. With a precise movement, he parted his hands, just like a crucified thief would, tilting his head backwards slightly, his eyes closed, a powerful breeze of cold air now sweeping through the lands, howling with rage, apparently disgruntled with the courage the fiends had to step upon it's plains.

He could almost feel it, traveling swiftly through the energy waves, leaving behind a trail of hunger, he could almost sense it's power on his skin. He opened his eyes, staring in to the direction Nova guided him just as if he was hypnotized, as in a mere second, one by one, the energy balls dispatched from the pockets in his coat, wheezing through the air with blinding speed, like a silver bullet would release itself in flight from it's weapon. In only a few moments, they vanished in the snap of a finger, causing the man to realize the Whisper had gained a lot more ground then he anticipated.

Thoughts rushed through his mind like speeding cars on the highway, making Phoenix acknowledge the irony in the fate of this battle: In order to save his brothers in arms, he would have to kill the Whisper, but in order to kill the Whisper, most probably he would have to kill himself. One life for another, death today in order to live tomorrow, that is the way of things. It brought him satisfaction, satisfaction that he would be able to release himself from the mortal plane in the glory of the battlefield, that he would be able to die knowing he had saved what represented his family in the past couple of years.

And even though he had made his peace with death, it would still be nice to actually see himself live through this seemingly unending war. He judged that somewhere around a minute and a half had already passed away now, or so he thought. By this time, the Whisper should be close enough in order for the man to release what energy he had gathered inside of his body, thus detonating the living bomb he had become.

The wind had stoped, the echoes of the ongoing combat seeming to disperse in to the far away lands, Phoenix feeling his being as soft as a sparrow's feather carried by a summer breeze.

Without warning, a war-cry echoed through the city, created with the last few breathes he could muster: "WE ARE NOT AFRAID TO DIE !" And with that, his hands crashed together, like he would applaud a great orchestra when finishing it's concert, sending out a shock-wave of great proportions through the city. The building trembled under his feet, windows shattered in to tens of dozens of shards, doors opened violently, slamming against the walls, demons cowering at the sheer amount of strength the beam had.

He fell to his knees, his eyes fighting to stay opened, gazing upon the sparkle that seemed to implode at a small distance away from him, transforming itself in to several rays of glimmering light just before vanishing completely in the blink of an eye.

He had done it, he had gathered enough energy to over-charge the whisper, and obliterate it from this world, sending it back to hell's gates. "Energy.. Th.. Th.. The beauty.." he murmured, his lips gently coming together, his eyes closing, his heart beating slower and slower, the last remaining drops of energy from his body "bleeding" away, sucked in to the remains of the Whisper's explosion. His breath was short, with long pauses, as a strange feeling of tranquility seemed to engulf him.

Oh, sweet, sorrowful silence, how long he had missed it, how long he had waited for it to finally come, and even though he was still fighting to remain alive, a small part of him wished his team would never find him, and would just leave him there to rest for eternity, though he knew that his heart desired to live, his soul craving to remain on these lands, hoping that somebody would come to Phoenix's rescue.

Tessandra was pushed back from the window by the sheer force of the blast, the explosion of energy so great that it appeared in slow motion, a blade of light that cut through her Weave-vision. She cried out in pain, her whole perspective flaring white and then fading to a glowering black. It felt like two great bolts had been pushed in through her eyes and had exited through her skull. The world seemed to dip and sway, her stomach clenching and unclenching, until she grabbed hold of the wall, leant forward, and retched.

She heard the splash of sick on the stone floor, and staggered back, her head whirling. A strange fuzz had settled into her head. She found a chair and sat, then immediately slipped and hit the floor, sending the chair clattering, hiccuping and making grotesque burps and retches. Never had she seen that much energy. A hundred units.

Behind the blindfold, Tessandra's eyes were a watery pink, and out of the corner of one eye, a drop of blood trickled forth and soaked into the material. Her eyes closed, and her consciousness receded into the endless hiss of her mind. Her feeble human body, threatened by her supernatural gift.

As the noise dulled and the pain dimmed, her only thought for herself and her team...

What doesn't kill us makes us stronger

'Oh. Oh my. Bad, bad, bad, this will not be good,' Nova thought, her eyes going wide. She had not noticed just how much power Phoenix had gathered until-- no, it was too late. He threw his arms wide, and the hum of power seethed under and around his skin. The high-pitched whine that Adrian had once named feedback came to life inside of her leader, piercing through her head like an arrow.

She swallowed and stumbled back blindly, groping for the doorway, scrambling to put more distance between them before the real explosion came. The Whisper was coming even faster, salivating (so to speak) after the becon of sustinence Phoenix offered. She was not very afraid of it. Phoenix would defeat it somehow, he always found a way, somehow. Turning, Nova sprinted up the stairs, the pain in her head worsening, no matter how far she got, she doubted it would be far enough, but she had to keep going-- Phoenix shouted something she could not discern, but she could hear it even better, his soul echoed it well enough, We are NOT afraid to DIE!'

And then the world splintered, cleaved her in two with a sound like shattering glass.

Nova missed a step and collapsed, in too much pain to even attempt to get up. She clawed at her head, but no matter how hard she tried, the piercing, shrieking hammer of pure sound was in her head. There was no way to stop it. Distantly, she registered the Whisper rearing up, inhaling greedily this offering. DrainDrainDrainDrainDrainDrain the lament got steadily more panicked as it began to overload, but the Whisper had no concept of stopping, it would gorge itself until it died.

It did. Abrubptly, its eternal song stuttered to an end. It was defeated.

But that damndable sound remained. She stared, wide-eyed at the ceiling of the stairway, uncompehending the stillness. Why wasn't everything in shambles? She registered blood running down the sides of her face and under her fingernails and bit her lip. Her vision swam and clouded, but she pushed it back. She did not know whether or not the danger was really over yet.

Her hands were shaking once the the whine finally faded from her ears and the pain eased to a sharp throb, something bearable. It finally occured to her why she bled and she rubbed her fingers on her jeans anxiously. She choked on bile, barely managing to hold it back, though another word, one she was sure she had never used in her life, but Adrian and Henry said it often enough.

"F*ck!" she spat, massaging her temples anxiously.

Suddenly Sydney's attention was brought to her parlors, something was destroying them and violently too. Something's not right, Sydney thought. The only thing that I've seen that can kill my parlors that easily is a bloodsucker. Damn, he'll be after me.

With a deep breath, Sydney pushed herself to her feet and looked around. Everyone else was busy, she'd have to go alone. "All right, Syd-girl. Let's prove your worth to the leader," she whispered to herself. Moving away from the group, she grabbed her leather bag, which she had dropped to place another barrier. She dug through the contents for a few energy pills and once she found them, she took two of them.

Dust blew along with the wind giving her the impression of an old western flick as she looked for the bloodsucker. Its filthy presence was close, the sticky feeling was crawling on her skin, but where exactly was it hiding, the old abandoned buildings seemed perfect to hide within. The bloodsucker should be devouring the nearest parlor, Sydney thought.

Rocks and pebbles fell, making Sydney tense and look to the left. "Its too quiet," she whispered softly. The sound of battle were blocks away and there were sounds of movement off to the left. Sydney could feel her heart pound in her chest as she stopped and tightened her grip on her laser dagger. A deep breath later, the ugly gray bloodsucker made its presence known by a loud roar and the first attack of their battle.

It practically flew towards her as it ran along the ground in its attack, swiping at her right. Sydney dropped to the ground, moving under the claws, and sweeping her leg under the monster's thin legs. The monster rolled a few feet away and sprang back to its feet. Sydney watched as the blooduscker moved with the agility of a feline.

Her left hand drew the bloodied ritual dagger and waved it in front of her face, drawing the monster's eyes to it. A soft smirk played along her lips as she realized thats what the sucker wanted, the blood, her blood. A plan was forming in Sydney's mind as she kept the monster's gaze on her dagger. A soft gasp escaped between her lips as the bloodsucker suddenly lunged for the dagger and her wrist. Using the momentum that the monster used to spring at her, she fell back and kicked the monster's stomach roughly, sending the monster into one of nearby building's walls.

Having jumped to her feet, Sydney moved quickly, slicing open her wrist wound once more, letting the blood pool on the ground. Then she hid behind a low wall so she could watch the monster's movements. It jumped out of the rubble and looked for her, but upon seeing her blood, it dove to it and began lapping it up like a dog. Sydney took a slow deep breath and slowly stood up, not wanting to draw the bloodsucker's attention to her bleeding wrist. A quick aim and a throw of her ritual dagger, a few words softly spoken, and the impact of the dagger in the monster's head signaled the end of their fight.

Moments later, Sydney felt a rush of energy and staggered to set up her defenses, settling herself back behind the low wall. Coughing gently and leaning her head against the wall, she rode out the energy wave and slowly opened her eyes. The energy flowed around her, strong, swift, and inviting, but it left her lightheaded and dizzy beyond belief. Sydney gulped slightly, trying to regain her composure. The energy wiped out her defenses and Sydney knew she should get back to the group quickly. Her reserves were running low and she would only have the energy to get back and set up one last massive barrier if needed.

Moving slowly and using the broken walls for support, Sydney made her way back to the group. Her strength was waning and so was the energy from the pills that she had taken. She dug into her leather bag once more and found the remaining two energy pills. Looking around, she took note of everyone's condition and then let her eyes lift up to where she had last seen Phoenix.

Coughing again, she dragged herself up the stairs to the roof and saw him lying there. His aura was growing dimmer and Sydney fell to her knees. Come on, girl, you can do it, she pushed herself. She took a deep steadyin breath and moved over to Phoenix. The two energy pills in her hand and she sat up near him. Her eyes dropped to the pills in her hand and she closed her hand over them to keep them safe as she used her free hand to open his mouth. "All right...." she said softly and she force fed him one of the pills, whether or not he took it was his unconscious decision, but for now, Sydney felt her own energy leaking away from her.

The wound on her wrist caught Sydney's eye and she studied the depth of it. Damn.... gonna...need stitches...fer that... she thought and felt her eyes close unwillingly.

it was like the sound of distant machinery. Of cogs and wheels and clanking metal. The fuzz did not fade, instead, it sort of tuned out, still present, but unnoticed. Tessandra became aware of... being aware.

As an amnesiac flexes their fingers, remembering how to feel, so Tessandra flexed her soul, remembering how to See. Except she had never Seen like this, though some small part of her cried out in recognition. It was like waking up to find our sun replaced by one a thousand times larger, and yet being immune to the heat.

The lines of the Grid had multiplied. And now, instead of being straight and uniform and still, they crackled, or hummed, or rippled. She looked down and realised she had the sensation of being stood up. Amazed, she raised a hand. A Grid-hand hovered in front of her face. If only she could see a mirror. This was no mere shape, it was, herself, outlined precisely. Looking past her hand, she saw a dull shape of another body, from which her brighter self sprouted.

With a shock she realised she was looking at her physical body. She had not moved, her energy, her essence, had. She tried to take a step forward, but found herself unable to do so. Some huge force was anchoring her to her body, and she was suddenly afraid to test it.

She turned around, still amazed, feeling each line and drinking in the view. The Grid suddenly had many layers. There was the layer she was familiar with, with it's largely flat surface, on which energy signatures blossomed with such depth and clarity it was like viewing coloured quartz with all it's shards, faces and internal flecks. Except these precious gems spiked and grew and shifted, seeming to cling onto a line of the Grid, then scramble onto another. Then, a next layer, on which a dull yet infinitely detailed mesh showed the physical world.

The Grid no longer showed just energy. Now it showed what her eyes could see.

Wait, but could she see? She tried in vain to reconnect with her other senses, to feel pain, temperature, the ground. She saw her sprawled body beneath her, but felt nothing. She felt light, ethereal, oblivious, but focused herself.

The energy Phoenix had expelled had smashed into her skull like a bullet train, and would have no doubt done the same to Nova, possibly others too. In the same way the Whisper drank the energy, so too would it have affected the others, albeit in a very crude manner. Without the proper rituals to convert that energy into lifespan, or vitality, her body had simply channeled it into her sight, and if she was correct, Nova's ears would be ringing by now. At least, that was one theory.

The Grid seemed quiet now. There was no sound, though strange wisps of energy between certain people showed communication or some sort of interaction. Feeling quite tired now, Tessandra laid down, feeling like sand running through someone's fingers, sinking back into herself.

In the cold, quiet room, Tessandra flinched, turned over, and began snoring gently. The potential of humans has always been known to be immense, but the catalysts for unlocking it all but impossible to discern. Well, here's one way...

((BUMPAGE YALL!!! I like this rp.... don't let it die!!!))




Screams flowed around in her mind; residual, but very real. Yellow lights flash, over head, from hanging lamps, screaming can be heard from behind closed doors, and the smell of fear were connections to memories not her own, but another's. Sydney, in her recovering sleep, had stumbled into someone's mind, accidentally. Fighting the sudden urge to move deeper into the memory, Sydney also fought to leave this mind and return to her own. She disliked how she could feel the memories of someone else's mind.

Giving into the urge, Sydney looked around and tried to guess who exactly this memory belonged too. Being absolutely new to this group and her not recieving the files on each member, each personal history was unknown to her. She took a deep breath, trying to decide what she could really do without disturbing the progress of the memory, when she was suddenly propelled into her own mind.

A sharp gasp brought Sydney to a sitting position and she realized that the team was still in the remainants of their fight. She looked around, let out a nasty cough into her bloodied hand, and felt her body shake softly. Sydney associated her shakes with the amount of power she had used during the fight. Brushing the dirt off her shoulder, she let her eyes rest upon Phoenix, studying him as she searched for a sign of life.

Sydney decided to get to her feet and search out the others. Her wounds stung as she slid off her jacket so she could lay it on Phoenix. "Rest, my captain, for you shall be healed," Sydney whispered, into the wind, the last line of a healing spell. She watched him for a few minutes before she stretched out her sore body, wincing softly with each movement.

"Hey guys?" Sydney called out as she jogged down the steps. "Guys?" Not recieving an answer, she grew cautious moving down the last few steps. Her heart was pounding inside her chest and her mind went wild with horrid thoughts. "Please, someone answer me.... oh please..."

Coming up to the first person she saw, Sydney knelt down and looked for a pulse. The body was still warm so she could easily find a gentle pulse. That steady pulse calmed her down severly. A soft smile played along her lips as she felt like jumping for joy. Calming herself, she gently shook the body and whispered, "Hey, wake up."

While waiting for others to wake, Sydney grabbed her bag from the spot, it had been flung earlier. The contents of her bag were low, but there were enough supplies to put a protective shield around the small town. She sat down and began her meditation ritual. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed and let her mind set up the barrier before she began calling the elements to place the real barrier up.

After setting up the barrier, Sydney waited for someone to join her in the waking state, so she can talk to someone...

Henry Jones had been shooting so much he just kind of faded. He imagined he was back in the war. He imagined his old war buddies that were shot down, now sitting around a campfire, talking about how the antagonists were going down. Henry felt the heat of the flame, saw the flare in his glasses lens, heard the dead souls singing along to the radio. It was a dream he couldn't NOT believe. Then, one of his friends turned around to a comet. He pointed at it, and everyone oohed and awed. But it wasn't a comet.

The missile hit a few yards east of the fire, but it had enough impact to affect the squad. Everyone who had passed during the war were blasted away. The survivors, including Henry himself, were knocked over as enemies moved in. One man jumped on him and carved into his chest with a knife. The blood sprayed onto his glasses, blinding him, but the piercing pain still persisted. Henry screamed bloody murder. Then, the illusion's falsity kicked in. The man broke through the scarlet sheet in Henry's glasses and laughed like a novelty Halloween skull. In fact, his face slowly turned to stone and sculpted into something more grim: a gargoyle. This is when Henry snapped.

He fell over, clutching his rifle. He could see neglected cement ceilings and an open window with a pistol under the sill. Henry sat up, using his sniper rifle as a crutch. No one seemed to move but Sydney, who looked down in the dumps. "Shaman, I'm, like, woozy and stuff. Is everyone else alright? Did we win?" Henry lifted the glasses and rubbed his eyes like he was just taking a nap. He crossed his legs to keep from falling over from dizziness, while still keeping the rifle grounded for even more stability.

Sydney looked over at Henry and let out a small sigh of relief. At least someone was alive still. "Come sit. I'll tend to your wounds," she said softly and grabbed her bag once more. Digging through the contents. she found the supplies she would need. "I believe we won. Thanks to Phoenix' efforts."

((Sorry for the shortness of the post. My mind and nerves are on the fritz tonight. *mumbles something about stupid teenagers))

"Wounds... wounds?" Henry looked down at his body. He had claw marks on his chest. He tried to relive snippets of that dream: the angry soldier slashing at his ribs, the blinding and the visions of his attacker's face turning to stone. He came back to reality and felt the battle scars. He crawled to Sydney, leaving a small trail of blood. "Okay, here." He spread his arms a bit to show Sydney what she was working with.

As Sydney performs her healing, Henry will look around to see his fellow fighters frozen in position, probably suffering a strange nightmare not unlike his own. He'll feel the dusty floor and fumble with his glasses like an ADHD child. He'll gaze at every crack in the walls and ceiling. He'll be restless.

((I really don't want this to die either. Although I wasn't the best RPer in the thread, I just don't like ideas like this going stagnant. Also, I don't like my generation either. People almost have to create new curse words to describe the rest of us. Not me, though. The other three-quarters of us young men (Hint: everyone but the nerds.) and women.))

Tessandra was seeing the Grid again. She tried to open her eyes but it still remained. Could she move? Yes... yes, she could. She sat up, feeling the tightness of dried blood on her hands and face. She blinked. Then froze. "How can I blink if my eyes aren't...". She repeated the action, feeling the sensation of her eyelids, yet nothing of her normal vision returned.

All she could see, eyes open or closed, was the vast euphoria of the Grid, the golden lines humming, colours of souls pulsing. She looked over to Sydney and Phoenix, and a few others walking towards them. Tessandra licked her dry lips, and got to her feet. No real damage.

"So... I'm blind? But I can see, in a way, and better than before. No, better's the wrong word. I can see the beauty of existence, it's foundations, it's core, but not it's skin. I'll never see the blue of the sky of the green of grass again. More efficient then. Efficient...".

Tessandra moved towards the stairs and saw Nova, awake but a bit dazed. "Hey, you ok? Where are the others. Is it... is it over?".

Sydney worked swiftly on healing Henry and hummed softly to herself. She was glad the others were waking and her hopes were rising. She was slightly worried about Phoenix, he hadn't moved for awhile. Her eyes lifted to see Tessandra moving about and she let out a soft smile. "Welcome to the land of the waking," she joked softly.

((Everything that happened last night was horrid. My dad almost got killed by some reckless vandals messing with our cars. The funny thing was they came back four times within a half hour.... It was fucked up and stupid.))

Henry looked at how fast she healed him. "Thanks...," Henry whispered. He stood up and felt around. He totally forgot about the fight that took place. His head was out the window most of the time, and the monster ambushed him before he could shoot it. He was glad that he was able to walk off. That Sydney knew her line of work. Henry noticed Tessandra waking up and approaching Nova. He was unsure of whether Nova was asleep. He got next to Tess and examined Nova, but he honestly had no idea. "It's a coin toss. She could be dreaming, she could hear us. It's all a matter of her reaction.

((I'm ashamed to be a part of age 14-17 these days just because of how stupid they can be. One of my former scout buddies got kicked out of school for smoking pot in the school courtyard. My parents were surprised when I told them (My dad was his scoutmaster.). I could name at least five others in my grade level that, at the very LEAST, smoked cigarettes. That's just the drug side of it. I'm sure most of them do the usual gang-banger stuff too. What the hell is going on with my generation?))

Sydney sat back and watched the others, keeping her eyes on those were still asleep. Her thoughts slowly wandered back to the memories that she had seen. Whose memories did I see? she thought to herself.

Pulling herself out of the memories, she moved over to a wall and leaned against. She took a deep breath and let her eyes close again. She was still exhausted, her wounds ached as they slowly healed, and her mind was raw from her stumble. Slowly the darkness fell over her and her body slumped against the wall, her breathing was even and calm; sleep had caught her once more.

This time it was a dreamless sleep...

((I'm not going to be in this RP for the next few weeks due to exams. You may all mention and guide my character where you wish, just to keep her with y'all ^_^. Thank you and see you soon!))