Snippet #1356641

The wounded girl got on her feet, insisting that everybody back off a bit. "I knew it" Zumi said to himself, accidentally letting out a slight smirk at his own self-entertaining thoughts. If there was one thing Zumi had it was a very strong intuition, that often led him to be right about such things, so he knew her injury wouldn't be too serious. She began to introduce herself and claimed to have some explaining to do. Zumi's brow raised as he thought to himself "Explaining..? Who are these people?" he knew by now that they were "unique" like him, but had they been some sort of tightly-knit organization, like the X-men? Were people like Zumi getting together, practicing their powers and having a grand ol' time without him even knowing?

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.