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****At the restaurant****

Being whipped away, the little droplet was not denture. Just like how it had proven before when master placed it upon the girls shoe, it was no originally droplet. A small, tiny blood guardian, on of masters greatest servants, the little creature had been given a duty. And it was going to complete it, attempts from the interloper to remove it or no. With the boy and the girl busy arguing, the little droplet slid off the cloth and back to the girl. This time it hid inside of the shoe, and remained hidden. Gently and secretly carried away with her when she departed next.

         Brooke dried herself off by the lake in Eden, where she spent most of her day practicing her Earth Shield. The results were 3% better then yesterday and she huffed in excitement. Even if it was a small change, it was still change to her. She was putting her hair in a messy bun when she looked down, “Oh no!” She cried out as she looked at the soak flower on the bank of the lake. She sniffed and ran her hand over it and buried it, then focused on a new rose bush coming up. Slowly, but surely, a small bush grew and red roses slowly blossomed over the dead flower. Brooke gently picked the flower, “Thank you sweet bush, may you blossom more beautiful flowers.” She whispered as she placed the flower into her hair. The sun warmed her pale skin and she smiled, today had been a good day.

The trees seemed to sway as she hummed a song, the branches dipping in rhythm. Brooke gently grabbed her dress and dagger, and then walked among the path she created in her mind. Eden was big, and even though she had been here since she was a kid, she still had not explored even half of it. The beat of the song lead her onto a brand new path. She frowned when she saw that it did not have any flowers. Her hands rose waist high and as she closed her eyes, she focused on the ground, picturing the seeds sprouting little roots, then growing bigger and bigger until it was bushes. Next she pictured blue, red, and yellow roses sprouting from the branches. When she opened her eyes there were rose bushes lining the path with multicolored roses. “There.” She smiled and kept walking. Birds chirped as she passed by and she waved up at them. Brooke started to sing the last song her mother taughter her:
“Beautiful Mother Nature,
She looked at me with a smile on her face
Then she started to cry,
She said: "why did my children forsake me?"
She felt like she was dying,
Oh ungrateful children.

When she was young she was beautiful and strong
The more children she had the more things went wrong
Now she`s feeling old and cold
And her heart doesn`t feel love anymore

Beautiful Mother Nature,
She sat me down and told me to sing her song
Maybe it would make her feel better,
Maybe her children would sing along
And see the wrong we have done,
Make amends to ment her heart

She still wouldn`t hate none of her children
No matter what cruel things they've done
She`ll always be there when her baby`s crying
She`s a mother she`s a mother you can depend on

Beautiful Mother Nature,
she`s hopin`her children will love her again
Like once she remember,
Before skyscrapers and chemical plants
When she was all that we had,
Before they polluted her sacred land

Now her tears are falling like acid rain
And her voice sounds like earthquake
I had to beg her: "mother, please don`t leave
Give another chance; I'll talk to the kids

Beautiful Mother Nature she was my
Beautiful Mother Nature still is my
Beautiful Mother Nature she is my
Beautiful Mother Nature still is my my my”
As she sang her heart broke, she missed her mother dearly. It didn’t help that every time she went visit her aunt and uncle they would say “Ohh! You look so much like your mother.” And nothing seemed to mend the relationship between her and her siblings. Brooke shook her head, she could never tell anyone that she had powers; she knew what would come to her. Chills ran down her spine as the memories ran through her mind. Humans who killed other humans were the wild animals to her, her own siblings turned on her over something she didn’t do.
Sometime had passed and Brooke came up to a large tree. “Beautiful.” She whispered as she pet the bark. She jumped up some and grabbed onto one of the branches and climbed up. “Looks like I should rest here tonight.” She thought to herself. The sun had lain perfectly in the sky; some of the rays peeked through the leaves and splattered across her face. Brooke sighed in relief that she would live to see another day, or so she hoped.

         ~ On Silk Street... ~

"Sir, we've located those two you've been looking for." One thug told the leader of the gang. The gang leader seemed to consider this over for a bit in his mind before responding to the thug.

"Good. Where are they now?" He asked.

"In that restaurant over there, the red one?"

"Oh yes, I always hated how they did that and all. Makes me hungry every time I even look at the place now. Alright, when can I have you goons go in there and bring them to me?"

"Well, sir...."

"What?"

"There's these two who we've spotted closing in on said restaurant. What should we do with them?"

"Send the Brutes to distract them... With any luck, they shouldn't be a problem."

"Yes sir... Right away sir."

"So it begins... Let's see who survives the conflict."

~ At the restaurant... ~

Aureline opened her sapphire eyes to find herself now in some sort of restaurant, feeling sick for some reason as she sat up to shake her head at this, finding the man from before standing near her. "What the hell...? Stay away from me!" She stated to him.

"If you say so... Jesus, I thought you would be kinder then that." He told her, ordering a drink for them at this. "I was wondering... If you were perhaps a Gifted?"

"What...? A Gifted...? No I am not a Gifted. Who are you any way? It's obvious you are... Something not normal. So what do you want with me?" She tilted her head a little at this. "Certainly you've met them before... So why me? ... Not that I'm a Gifted or anything."

"It is alright to admit the truth here... No one will know. But time is short, you see... I found something on your shoe and decided to try and wipe it off - no doubt left there on purpose by one of you're friends from before. But I am going to give you a choice, of sorts... You can either find out the truth about this world, or... Live in a lie, and forget we ever met."

"Once again, you have failed to answer my question. Who are you? Why me of all people? I told you before - I am not a Gifted!"

"I can not say unless you are willing to join us... Otherwise I am no body of concern to you. After all, what would it be like to join one of the most infamous groups out there right now?"

"Give me one good reason why I should!"

"Freedom."

"I'm free... Freedom is an ideal that does not exist."

"First off, they are NOT my friends! Second, why should I believe you of all people?" With that she put her glass down as she rose up and began to walk towards the doors. "It was a pleasure meeting you, daddy's boy!" She stated rather harshly. "May we never meet again."

"My father is dead..." Those words were last spoken before she rudely stormed out, ignoring him completely at this point.

~ Outside, on Silk Street... ~

Once outside, a small child ran up to Aureline and smiled, holding up something for her at this, but she walked away, not interested in the child at all. The child made to run after her, but a gunshot sounded that stopped her completely, making her look back as the child fell, his shoulder now bleeding from a bullet that had pierced into his body. Then, three thugs came over and laughed as they looked at the injured child. "I told you I could hit this one!"

"Oh come on, HIT THE DAMN WOUND ALREADY! I want to listen to him scream!"

"Shut up Frank! I got this one, you just stay there and watch me DO MY OWN THING!"

"FUCK OFF! I gave you the gun for a DAMN GOOD REASON!"

Something inside Aureline went off at this, as if conflicted about whether to let the boy live or die... It felt odd, actually caring about whether one small boy died or not. She felt herself running over towards the scene before she could stop herself. "Adam!" She shouted the first name that came to her mind. Giving off an innocent look, she stopped before them. "I am so sorry my bother was in the way, you three must have better things to do." She tried to convince them, while they just stood there in silence. She tried to touch one of them, but he quickly knocked her away, throwing her concentration off so she could only take an hour from him. "Adam." She scolded the injured boy. "How many times must I tell you to not run off like that?!" She went to pick him up, but... A fist struck her in the chest, a stabbing pain going through her before she was hit with a leg in the back and a foot kicking her down, as the three thugs resumed talking like she had never come.

"Where was I? Oh yeah... Fuck off!"

"No, you go fuck off!"

"OI! ... I think there's a bullet left in there."

"Is there? ... Let's find out." The thug with the gun said sadistically as he put the gun to the back of the boy's head and began to pull the trigger. Aureline's eyes widened briefly, before a small smile came an she shrugged.

"Too bad, I suppose... Lucky I never liked you." She admitted to the boy with more cruelty in her voice then the pain the bullet caused him.

"ENOUGH!" A strict voice boomed out to them, as the gang leader was now before the three thugs, having knocked the thug with the gun's arm back as the thug now clutched his numbing arm.

"S-sir! We were just --"

"SHUT IT! I said not to kill any one, that includes this BRAT here! Take him to a hospital, RIGHT NOW!" The three thugs panicked, picking up the injured boy and running off to the nearest hospital without another word. They would luckily get there, if only not to face the wrath of they're leader. As Aureline got up, the thug leader looked over at her. "Most curious... Letting a child die with such a smile? Most curious... How you were -so- focused on one of my boys before he knocked you away."

"Human life matters little to me. Besides, I was planning to shove the boy out of the way at the last moment before you rudely came in." She crossed her arms over her chest in a defying matter at this.

"With a gun at point blank? Impossible, unless... You are a Gifted."

"Perhaps. Maybe I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve. Or..." She put her arms behind her back at this. "I'm just a pretty face with a faulty danger radar."

At this, she noticed something... Odd. His odd outfit blew briefly in the wind for a moment, revealing a high ranking Following member's outfit. "Then you won't react to this." He said, pulling out what looked like a gun as Aureline grew a bit cold from it. "Only Gifted feel pain around this..."

Aureline reached out a hand at this, a reflex from the gun or whatever it was. She glared at him and watched people pass by, unwilling to help a poor waitress out. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"I am seeing whether you are telling the truth or not." He admitted. He spread his arms out to reveal not a single showing sign of skin outside the clothes. "Now... Hold still." He told her as he raised the gun just above her head, watching for her reaction.

As the gun was put above her head, she felt blazing hot. A low growl escaped her lips at this. "Charming... Very charming. It must be difficult to keep such charisma at bay..." An invisible breeze lifted her long, pink locks gently as her ivory skin glowed with an ethereal light. Aureline noticed none of this. "My face is too pretty to ruin, don't you think?"

At this, the thug leader pulled the gun away and put it away. "Just as I thought... You aren't normal after all. Therefore... I must place you under arrest and bring you in for interrogation."

"What?! I'm not a Gifted, you --" She stopped and noticed a glowing light tickled the corner of her vision as she looked down to see her body glowing the way it did. "Well, it was nice meeting you, sir. I am dressed as a fairy for a school play - can you tell? Honestly, I'm quite proud of our special effects!" She said before turning around and beginning to run off. But then, three gang members came out in front of her and chuckled, grabbing at her to try and restrain her.

"You aren't going anywhere, pretty lady." One of the thugs stated to her, as the thug leader came closer to them until... Three cloaked figures appeared and easily kicked the thugs down. They hit the ground easily as they looked at the cloaked figures with worry. "Crap, I knew we shouldn't of sent our strongest guys out after those two punks!" One said as he began to get up. A fourth cloaked figure landed beside Aureline as he helped her up, a muffled and yet familiar voice spoke out to her at this.

"Do you want to be free?"

"I want to be dead, that's what I want to be." She muttered, her sapphire eyes staring into the intense eyes beneath the mask. Then, in a last ditch attempt she grasped the faint line that had been Kiren's life and tugged viciously at it - not stealing anything, but rather, making him alert of something. Save me. Her blue eyes glazed over as she went limp - being caught from falling to the ground by the cloaked figure as he picked her up into his arms.

"Protect the other two - I'll take her away. Make sure to distract the leader! Make SURE he doesn't inform anyone!" Andrew then ran off in disguise with Aureline as three bikers in the gang came over at this, the thug leader knocking one of them off a bike as he sat down on it and put on a biker helmet. It was time to cause some mayhem again, and with those thoughts, he revved up the bike and chased after the two members of The Chaotic - they were leading him away from the place entirely.

         Elven Tacitra

To this Amalia answered looking to Elven with a rather vacant expression upon her face. “Our destination is not the location written upon the box, Sir Elven. Despite what it was Sister Nico had asked of us, I believe that it would be best to let our Mother handle the situation of the ruined goods . . . we are headed toward our home.” How incredibly useful, considering the fact that Elven didn't know who they were. He almost sighed, but stopped himself from letting out the rude sign. Elven instead listed to what the girl answered on the subject of his other question. “And as you had asked, we do not have any sort of ‘pet’ within our home.”

Elven nodded, opening his mouth slightly before speaking. "I understand, Miss Amalia. Hence the fascination of your brother, Mister Momchil?" The last statement was more of a question as he observed the latter, a small smile playing on his lips. Kasper looked at the boy, equally confused by the human with eyes matching his owner's, though lighter.

“Sir Elven,” Momchil said, making Elven blink at the boy as he snapped out of his thoughts. “Before you had said that Mister Kasper here had no worthwhile qualities to speak of . . . yet, if that were true, then why would it be that you keep him around? Why is it that you have taken him on as a companion, and kept him as such?” Elven looked at the boy, and then the cat. He tilted his head slightly, blinking once more. He eyed the cat slightly, wondering what made him keep the cat; why they'd both become so attached to eachother. Momchil reached out slowly, his clothed hand slipping out of the frilled material, and Elven cringed, awkwardly pulling his own sleeves down while trying not to drop the box. Maybe he had become obsessed with hiding his body, as his uncle Gamion put it.

Just as he was about to talk, Momchil carried on. “I do not understand this form of companionship, the sort between humans and animals . . . but Mister Kasper seems an interesting sort, as one well worth the strangeness.”

Well, Kasper was the weird sort of cat. He had a full black coat, silky smooth as if he'd groomed it himself in front of the mirror before leaving the house. He had different coloured eyes, one being a light blue and the other green with a ring of brown near the pupil, and the way he carried himself were as if he were a king. If Momchil had seen any other cat, he probably would have been disinterested, maybe as stoic as his sister on the subject.

Elven looked at the sky. "I guess, Mister Momchil. . . . I keep Kasper around because he keeps me around. We enjoy each other's company; he essentially saved my life when I saved his. For a cat, he's got a big personality, but he's lovable, even if he does bite me every time I mess with him." The black-haired boy let his index finger filter out, putting in in front of the cat, who was purring at Momchil and instantly caught his attention. He eyed the finger cautiously, before nipping at it quickly. Elven dodged the bite, covering his hand fully again.

"You see, I am like Kasper in many ways, Mister. I steal food from my very Sir Uncle Gamion's hands as he is about to eat it, I prod him in face to wake him when I experience nightmares, which is more than weekly, and I look down on very many people too. Opposites may attract, but I believe it was our similarities which brought us together." Elven closed his eyes, looking at the cat. He really had talked a lot about him. "He's a good cat though. So I keep him." Kasper looked at him and turned up his nose, as if to say he stays at his own volition. Elven stuck his tongue out at the cat and then mewled at him jokingly, causing Kasper to mewl back.

The youth smiled. "Kasper-cat?" he said nicely, smiling gently. "Do you want to let the nice Mister Momchil carry you? If he would like, of course. Kasper, I'm afraid you actually put a bit more weight on this already heavy box."

         ((Great thundorz and I role-played this together so that's why I'm talking for Andrew in this post. :)))

Silk Street Cafe

Mrs. Gilbert the manager stared at the purple haired man in awe. He'd chased away their most bothersome customers in a matter of minutes. Wiping her hands on her apron, the plump woman quickly raced towards the young man.

"So... A table open I can use to order from?" the man asked, leaning against a wall. The manager approached him and held his right hand in both of hers.

"Thank you so much for taking care of those men. We were always too afraid to approach them. They were constantly harassing our waitresses - especially our lovely Aura," she sighed. Then, beaming, she continued, "You have our eternal gratitude, young man. Free meals for life!"

Andrew raised a brow - Aura. Sounds like a Gifted. "Aura?" he asked.

"Ah, people do react strangely when we call her Aura. It's our nickname for her," she explained. "Her real name's Aureline. Don't worry, she's not one of those wretched Gifted. Abominations, those creatures of Discord! Anyway, it's too bad you can't meet her. She just left work. The poor girl was feeling quite sick." Looking over Andrew's shoulder, Mrs. Gilbert spotted a slither of pink. "There she is! The long haired beauty over there, honey. Why don't you go tell Aura-dear about how you selflessly took care of those boys? You won't miss her. She's the one with the almost white, pinkish hair in our adorable Silk Street Cafe dress." The manager gave Andrew a wink - as if to say there's your chance, young, handsome bachelor.

Andrew nodded as he smiled at her. "I'll hold you to that free meals for life thing!" he said before racing out the door of the cafe to run after the girl who was Aura. Andrew called out her name as he neared her, his feet chasing the ground - until he slammed right into the pink haired girl, sending them both tumbling to the ground.

Aureline had been telling Kiren she stayed in Porta Animas because this was where she'd lived all her life and she didn't see any reason to leave. It was fun and she'd never been caught - when a fury of purple crashed into her. She heard a thump but felt no pain. Disorientated, she looked around. What just happened? Unaware, she was sitting on a young man with purple eyes.

Raising a brow, Andrew observed her closely. "You know, if you wanted me, you could have simply asked me to dinner."

Surprised, Aureline quickly climbed off of him, brushing her skirts and running her fingers through her surprisingly unfazed hair. The purple eyed boy had strange emotions - they were chaotic and unreadable. None of her abilities were working as they should today. Maybe it wasn't everyone else, maybe it was her. Maybe Aureline was dying. "You ran into me. Clearly, you're quite desperate," she mused, crossing her arms.

"Desperate? If I was desperate, I'd be kissing you right now. But since that's too fast, I'll settle for close encounters - if you get me."

Rolling her eyes, Aureline turned to walk away. "If you're quite done with your script, I'd like to get on with my life. It was nice meeting you. May we never meet again."

Andrew cocked his head to the side. "Oh I don't think so," he said and Aureline's feet felt heavier. "You are going to apologize for attempted sexual assault."

Aureline couldn't walk away - it was strange. The man was strange. She glared at him - sending waves of red danger into him. You don't want me, she thought. You don't want to make me angry. "Sexual assault?" she asked coldly. "I'm afraid you have it backwards. I will not apologise to you."

Andrew shoved the emotions she threw at him away. "You will apolgoize to me. I have nothing to apologize for. You are the one who should look when others are coming and trying to talk to you because they just saved the place you worked at from three dumbass guys!"

"I can take care of myself," she said monotonously. She was not moved by his show of anger. She wrapped herself in a wall, sealing herself in blessed apathy. If she'd wanted the three men dead, they would've been. Aureline simply and honestly - did not care. "You probably have more of a harassment record than the three of them combined."

Andrew felt his eye twitch at this. "Maybe I should of been the one who did the butt smacking. I mean, I would be out of it, sure, but it'd be worth it. You have that thing sticking out so noticably in the pubic, it's not hard to believe why so many goons do there! Buns of joy... Wait -- ew, forget that."

Gawking at him, Aureline pressed two fingers to her temples. The guy was weird. "Yeah, okay. What do you want?"

Andrew sighed and released his hold on her. "I was told to find you by your manager. She told me that you were sick... You don't look sick though to me." He observed.

Aureline felt as if she could walk away again, as if a pressure had been lifted from her. Strange. "I'm sick if I say I'm sick. My manager's just convinced I need to marry and that if I don't do it soon, I'll be too old and wrinkly for anyone to want me," she explained, somewhat bored. "Well, I'm not marrying you. So you can just run along now."

Andrew laughed at this. "Like I'd marry your sorry ass! I bet it isn't though... It probably looks great." He put an arm around her shoulders though and moved to her side as he started to walk. "Well... As long as we're talking about marriage and such... How about a date?" he asked with a grin.

Aureline pulled away - the annoying male was persistent. God, she hated men. "No," she replied with a finality to her words.

Andrew stopped and the pressure returned - heavier - it weighed down her entire body. "Come again?" he asked, acting as if he hadn't heard her.

Feeling like her feet were going to crumble beneath her, Aureline wondered if she was malfunctioning. "I said 'no.'" She refused to budge, forcing herself upright.

Andrew rose his brows and turned around to face her. "Are you okay?" he asked, increasing the pressure a little further. Son of a bitch... She's strange, but good god... What willpower. If she can withstand the next increase, she's inhuman! he thought.

A mountain sat on Aureline's head, she felt like every inch of her was breaking apart. The pain of standing was excruciating. She ground her teeth, refusing to be forced down to her knees. What's wrong with me? Is it Kiren? Then she felt a jolt of emotion from the purple haired boy. It was pure and all-encompassing. Awe. "Stop," she commanded - still standing.

Andrew quickly stopped and rushed over to her, wrapping his arms around her as he kept her close to him. He let her lean on him as he checked to see if he had done anything permanent. Aureline crumbled to the ground - her muscles felt like pudding and her bones didn't seem to work properly. "What the hell are you?" she breathed, panting slightly from the effort it had taken her to remain upright.

Andrew furrowed his brows as he heard her say this. "I'm just a regular guy..." he said, keeping her head on his chest as he kept his arms around her. Oh god, oh god, oh god! No! Damn it, I wanted the pretty lady to not die! Come on, let the hot girl live! DAMN IT, LIVE! I JUST WANTED SOMETHING TO EAT WITH HER! Please tell me she's going to make it -- tell me, TELL ME! Oh god. I screwed up this time. I hurt someone pretty!

Pulling away, Aureline felt a strange tingling throughout her body. It certainly was not the young man this time for he was too busy panicking over god knew what. She stood, suddenly fine again. "Of course you're a regular guy. Well, 'regular guy,' if you don't mind, I'm somewhat busy."

"Um... Look, I... How about I pay for the meal, huh? Please..." he whispered the last word, seeming not to have noticed he'd had said it.

"Fine," she grumbled, knowing he'd use that strange trick of his to stop her from moving if she didn't comply. She glanced at Kiren and the veined man. "You two coming?"

"Sorry, this reservation is only meant for two... Come and find us, if you get there in ten minutes or more, you can pay for your own damn meals," the young man said as he wrapped his arms around Aureline.

They vanished.

         "Another well-done speech, sir!"

"Thank you. It is easy to speak of lies and manipulation when you have such idiots to control."

"Oh, I almost forgot... You have a visitor."

"I was wondering if I could see this revival trick for my own eyes?"

"Allow me."

"Impressive... It's just as I thought. You -are- a fake, as I thought."

"A-Andy!"

"I wish to know who you are, Mr. Andy."

"Just call me... The Pressure~"

~ Cathedral Square - Andrew's Introduction, Finale. ~

"The Pressure?" The holy father asked the purple-haired man, who continued to stand there glaring at them with his purple eyes. The two assistants stepped in front of the desk the father stood behind as they watched Andy with close care. "... I haven't heard of that before. Interesting name you chose to answer with though... It reminds me of a certain few others. Ever heard of The Axe? The Chill? The Brains?" The father asked him as he put a hand on the desk and turned so his left side faced Andy. "... Are you familiar with them?" He asked Andy. "... I'm here on my own business." Andy responded to him. "... Avoiding the question with such remarks is a bad thing to do. Elaine, how do you know this boy?" He asked her. "I -- I thought he was a good friend of mine. We went to school together when we were younger, but... He's changed now." She stepped back and leaned against a wall as she felt scared. "How dare you use the young woman for such selfish desires!" The stronger assistant told Andy, stepping forward as he walked closer towards him before stopping in front of him. "Father, I wish to have permission to engage with the enemy." He said. "Go ahead, my son. You have Harmonia's blessings." The father's comment made the stronger assistant widen his eyes and Andy could see the urge to kill rise up in them. "I thank you both." He said before removing his gloves and throwing them behind him. Then, he thrusts his hand forward towards Andy's face!

* * *

The doors suddenly snapped off the hinges where they were supported, sending them flying back a few before slamming onto the floor and gaining several cracks on them, pieces of wood sent flying until they stopped. Andrew was the first to emerge, jumping back as he landed and slide into an offensive stance, watching the stronger assistant walk out of the room also. "It is futile, Andy... You cannot defeat me." He told him. Andy chuckled a bit at this. "Wow... Big talk coming from an idiot who tried to use those doors just now. Tell me... What are you?" He asked the man. The stronger assistant placed his right hand gently on a wall nearby him. A symbol appeared on the wall as he slowly pulled his hand back, something forming out of the wall with the same material. Grabbing it, he jerked it out of the wall and the symbol faded, with the stronger assistant now holding a spear-like object. "You... Are a Gifted?!?" Andy asked him, to which he got a chuckle in response back. "Yes... Surprised? I'm sure you have heard of me before, but I vanished two years ago and was believed to be. I am Rodrick, The Creator."

~ Rodrick, The Creator!
Believed to be at least twenty-seven years old!
He stands at five feet, ten inches. Weighing in at around one hundred and eighty lbs! His body build makes him look muscular, his tanned body showing he has been out in the sun often! His brown hair and brown eyes make him look like a normal guy who works out!
His power is the ability the create multiple weapon types using structures around him. Of course, the weapon is only as strong as the materials it came from!
Rodrick, The Creator was once a notorious Gifted criminal, his powers made him able to get away with many jobs, including robbing, thieving and more! He vanished two years ago and was believed to be dead, but has really been working in one of The Following's churches in a secret plot! ~

"Now that makes sense. What doesn't make sense is why are Gifted working for The Following?!? Aren't you cleansed?!" Andy asked him, to which he got another chuckle back. "Sadly, that is not how this worked. You see, the father saved me in my time of need when I was on the run. I was almost caught too, until he came around and told me that he could me another chance at life. I took it of course, and in return for my services, he got The Following to let me go along with his little plot. For two years now I've been waiting, harnessing my powers more then ever before! You don't stand a chance, boy. This spear is as hard as the building it was made from! You can not win..." Rodrick chuckled after saying all of this. Andy shrugged his shoulders at this. "... If you say so." He commented towards him. Rodrick narrowed his eyes as he got into a stance. "Right then. Time to die." He spoke before charging forward and held his spear with both hands, getting ready to stab through Andy. Andy sighed and flicked his fingers, seemingly sending nothing, yet Rodrick suddenly stopped. He collapsed on to his knees as his staff snapped in half, breaking down into multiple pieces as each was sent colliding into the floor, while Rodrick had to force his hands on the ground to remain up. "Ugh... What.... I.... Can't move?!" He stated as Elaine, the father and the weaker assistant walked out of the room.

"Tell me young man... Was that you just now?" The father asked him, as Rodrick struggled to move in front of him. "And if it was?" He responded to him. "Bravo... You have pinned down Rodrick it seems. Now kindly release him..." The father asked Andy, who rose a brow at him. "Why?" He asked. "Because if you don't... Well, I can't guarantee what will happen next." This made Andy widen his eyes slightly, causing him to release Rodrick, who collapsed upon being released. "G-give me a minute..." Rodrick said as he caught his breath. "Father, please... I think we should just call the police and --" She stopped as she looked at the father this time. "F-father...?" She asked. "... Elaine, I need you to remain quiet from here." He told her as the weaker assistant stepped forward. He stopped as he held out his hand forward towards Andy as something went past him, only for an explosion to occur behind him. "What the...?" He asked himself as he blinked. "I am Walter, The Invisible Demolition. I may not appear much, but... Well, I'm much much tougher in my abilities then Rodrick is."

~ Walter, The Invisible Demolition!
Believed to be at least thirty-one years old!
He stands at five feet five inches, weighing in around one hundred and thirty lbs! He looks weak on the outside, having gray hair and dark blue eyes, yet on the inside is a cold and calculating person!
His power is to create a small spark that can create explosions with the snap of a finger. Each explosion spark has a certain time limit and must travel to the destined location before being able to be used.
Walter was once a wanted Gifted who used his power to disrupt people's jobs and work. He got the attention of The Following, who wanted to eliminate him for his nuisances, but he was too quick for them and always knew how to make his exits fancy. One day, he was visited by the holy father who offered him a chance to blow up as much as he wanted without having to worry about the police. Getting him off the leash just like Rodrick, Walter is in secret the better of the two despite his weak appearance. ~

"Now you will die... For such arrogance upon us." Walter mentioned as he held out his hands and two 'sparks' began to form just inches above his palms. Andy got into a stance as he prepared for an attack, until... Both sparks vanished as light cuts opened on his palms. "W-what?" Walter commented, looking shocked at this as he looked around for anyone. The father rose his brow in return as he glared over at Rodrick. "It -- IT WASN'T ME! Don't give me that look, father! I --" He stopped as the father held out a hand at this. "Enough... I will handle the boy. Find our in--" He was stopped as a bullet grazed his cheek and left a light cut on it too, making the father stand there in shock and shivering as he saw a figure walked up beside Andy. "You're late to the party." Andy commented towards him. "Sorry, pal... I had trouble getting here. You know, it's hard to disguise yourself sometimes in this place." Walter glared over at him. "Who are you?!?" He asked out of anger. "Oh, me? I'm The Archer... Part of The Chaotic and one of the most talented Gifted on Manus Luna. Or has my reputation been soiled over the years?" Rodrick, Walter and the father glared at them. "So be it... We will just have to --" He was stopped as Rodrick was suddenly punched and collapsed on to his knees. "W-what the...?" He mumbled. A figure now stood to the other side of Andy... "Elaine?!" He called out. "Sorry, father... I've decided to change sides." She said with a smile as she raised an ax in her hand. "Y-you... T-the Axe?!? But... What... No.... Three of the most notorious Gifted in front of me?! I -- I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!" He called out, bits and pieces of technology beginning to form above his right arm. "It is clear you have no intentions of being friendly..."

"We know of your plans, father..." Andy spoke out as Rodrick slowly stood back up. "You've been calling in people when they've felt sick or ill or like they've been drained of life... You take them in here and send them to your medical room, where you have Rodrick trap them using his ability. You then take they're lives, torturing them and sending they're half-remaining lives to The Following... What you've done is unacceptable! I also know you have two abilities.... One is manipulation over machine parts, the other... Well, you'd hate for people to find out about it, wouldn't you? Project Golem, am I right?" He asked, as the father growled out at this. "GET THEM!" He called out.

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Moments passed since the fight had started, and the public only knew of how it ended... The church suddenly exploded as a parts of what looked like a giant mechanical arm fell down, just nearly missing civilians as they stood in shock and awe of the remains... The attention was becoming too great now, and they began to worry about the father they knew and trusted. Meanwhile, the father had collapsed on to his arms and knees, the mechanical parts that had formed around him now breaking apart. "N-no more... I -- I give up... Please... I -- I surrender..." He said as Rodrick and Walter both laid unconscious near by, The Axe and The Archer walking over to Andy. "That's not good enough... Now, I'll let The Following do what they want to you." He punched the father in his gut as he gasped and nearly collapsed, looking up as he saw a shadowed figure standing Andy, it's ominous look and eyes made the father widen his eyes in surprise before collapsing fully. The people ran to the remains of the church as they saw the father, Rodrick and Walter all unconscious... And the three members of The Chaotic were gone. Now, The Pressure would become well-known... And the tenth member of The Chaotic will finally be confirmed to the public.

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"P-please... Another chance, that's all I ask!" The father asked as a figure stood in front of him. "No more chances for you, Randy... You've had it, and now, we will let the police do what they wish to you..." The superior stood over him, his presence alone forced Father Randy to stick close to the ground. "J-just more time... I -- I promise! Our plan for two years... Our promotions -- I -- I just need more time..." But the superior would have nothing of it, as his two lackeys stood behind him. "No chance, Randy... Now I must make one of you pay." He said as he walked over to Rodrick and knelt down by him, placing a hand on him. "W-what are you doing to him?! No, please!" But it was all too late, as the figure stood back up. "He is normal now... He will be saved by The Following because of me... You other two? Not so lucky..." The two lackeys then picked up Rodrick and Walter and slung them over they're shoulders. "NO! PLEASE.... DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS! I can barely move! PLEASE!" But no one listened... And the three were soon gone, leaving Randy to the mercy of the law for his crimes...

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"I want most of this incident covered up... Like who The Chaotic look like." The figure said as his two unusual lackeys followed. "Of course, master... We are at your command, as always. Anything else?" He asked. "Yes... Make sure Walter begs for loyalty... And as for Rodrick, well... He is a normal man now - he will be able to fit in The Following just fine. Everything is turning out nicely..."

~ End of Andrew's Introduction. ~