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Dorian Roberts

"No. No, I do not want to go on an adventure."

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a character in “Birthstone Spirits: The Great Escape”, as played by usernamesareadrag

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Name:
Dorian Roberts

Age:
Eighteen-years-old

Month:
March; he has the power of wind

Home:
New York City, New York, United States of America

Height:
6'2

Weight:
165 pounds

Eyes:
Gray, sharp, and admittedly slightly intimidating, almost as if he has a perpetual glare on his face.

Hair:
Black and cut short to avoid the messy curls that tend to take over when his hair grows out

General Appearance:
At first glance, Dorian cuts a rather intimidating figure with sharp features and a perpetually serious expression that leads one to believe that he either expects that you're an idiot or is quite convinced that you are. It's not an active act of intimidation on his part, but rather a rather unfortunate "resting face". That being said, when a smile does break free or his emotions get the better of him, transforming him into more than a cold expression, it's quite the sight to behold for those who haven't really interacted with him. His clothing leans towards the simple but most likely expensive, dark colored sweaters, button-up shirts, coats, usually a pair of slacks. Not only that, but he, quite unlike most boys his age, actually likes suits which make him look more like a young businessman than a teenager in his last year of high school. Due to years of Tae-Kwon-Doh practice(his single father's attempt to protect his only child when he can't be around), his body is lithe and covered with wiry muscles which would give any pick pocket looking for an easy score a rather nasty surprise.


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Personality:
Contrary to popular belief, Dorian is not a terrible person. Yes, he's blunt to a fault and skeptical by nature, not one for mincing words or playing around with false flattery to get on anyone's good side. And, of course, he's quite the introvert, not one to willingly do anything that involves the word "team" and much preferring the company of close friends and family to, Heaven forbid, strangers who he'd actually have to make dreaded small talk with. He's also not good with his own feelings, often keeping them to himself until they're ready to burst and his stress levels have hit meteoric heights. It's all a part of a facade of control and perfection that he tirelessly keeps up, remaining the good boy, the perfect student, anything to not be a burden to his single father and those around him. He is held and holds himself to high standards, and with that comes a relentless attempt at self control to the extent where he doesn't really allow a lot of time for fun, and even then that "fun" doesn't involve a lot of typical teenage activities. However, he is a hard worker, seeing things through to the end and not one to shy away from a task just because it's difficult, and he's painfully practical in that he's willing to go with the flow instead of argue a moot point. That's not to say that he's passive by any means, but he knows when to stop pushing his own point. He's also rather sharp and intelligent, something that his more taciturn expressions do a good deal to hide. Dorian has an appreciation for the finer things in life, but an intense respect for those who work hard, something that comes from his own childhood.

Quirks:
Dorian is enamored with most forms of music and talented in playing the cello
He can't hold his alcohol. At all. Don't let him drink any. We mean it.
He's easily embarrassed when flirted with.
Dorian has a bit of an addiction to pastries, especially of the chocolate variety.


Equipment:
Dorian is never without a simple silver bracelet with a single aquamarine attached. Otherwise, he carries a pocket knife, his beloved cellphone, and his wallet.

Song Reference:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KyHfUkaNWOc

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So begins...

Dorian Roberts's Story

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Tallyho made it to the end of the path and was relieved to be so close to her yellow beacon of hope. She held her hands our towards the portal—it’s soft glow enveloped her body, lit her face so much that her cheeks seemed as full as a cherub’s. When she began to step forward, to lean into her motherland, she felt a force snatch, or rather push, her away.

Tallyho’s mouth gaped open and she furrowed her brows.

“What is this?” she pondered.

Why couldn’t she return home? She bowed her head in thought but it was rather hard with the kids from earlier yelling at each other and carrying on at the other end of the path. Their voices were booming echoes against her eardrums.

Right. All or nothing, but—oh—why was he yelling so fucking loudly?

Tallyho spun on her heels and began a slow pace towards the others. Her foot work quickened and soon she broke into a sprint. The stars below her were frozen fires beneath her bare feet. But she did not feel them for at that moment, her anger transformed her into a burning goddess of fury, her emerald glare was precise, hardened, and focused on the last one to speak—the yodeling one who sashayed towards that blue hell hole from which he was born. She barreled down the star lit path, and maneuvered around any miscellaneous people in her way before landing inches away from the yodeling one, throwing her arm back with all of her might, and making a firm attempt to deliver a slap to his stubbled jaw. Whether she missed or not, she offered a bold, stern look in his eye before offering her two cents on his behavior.

“First of all, I don’t know what a movie is, but it sure isn’t this. The fact that you have just reduced my motherland to a simple fiction is disgusting. Do you not have any respect for your fellow human? Probably not. Because if you did, you would at least take into account the fact that this is a real situation. And what a child you are to be so miffed over something as simple as a little authority and leadership.”

She gestured towards the soulless one, “Did he not just save your life? Did he not just kill the cyclopean as you buried yourself in the putrid waters of your planet? If you do not agree with him, at least have the decency say thank you. You may very well be ripped to pieces on my planet, but you will definitely be ripped to pieces on yours because let’s face it, the cyclopean are there. You saw them. Your ability to survive does not weigh differently between our worlds—a weakling on Aires, is a weakling on—on—on Earth too. So as far as your survival is concerned, you have nothing to lose, so come on.”

Though Tallyho struggled to remember the name of the blue portal world, she kept a straight face during the majority of her rant. She refused to give him a choice because as far as she was concerned, he didn’t deserve one. If she was going to make it home, he was going to have to be forced. She took a grab at his shirt collar, and granted she actually managed to get a grip at him, began a long tug towards the yellow portal. Tallyho, a petite girl, certainly had a little more strength than the average person would grant her.

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Character Portrait: Kyle Keaton Character Portrait: Dorian Roberts Character Portrait: Harper Calloway Fields Character Portrait: Tallyho Abel Character Portrait: Autumn Jones
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Kyle was still trying to make up his mind about following the blond girl who headed directly for the yellow portal, while a loud boy kept ranting about attempting something without knowing if it will work. That was getting on his nerves. "Idiot, that's just life! Nothing is certain, nothing except death. If you don't try to do anything, you've already failed at everything." He swallowed at a frightening thought, but they had other stuff to do.

Apparently the black-haired guy also was sick of the loud guy, and started digging everyone about being cowards and talking about following conscience. Well Kyle already knew he wasn't a coward and the other blond girl who mentioned protecting people already piqued his conscience. At least for him, the scolding and orders weren't necessary. Without thinking about it, he reached up to slap the black-haired guy on the back, saying, "I'm with you, bro." His decision made, he did walk towards that yellow portal.

On his way, he met the first girl in her feisty march back to loud, annoying guy. She didn't even notice him when he offered to help. Kyle raised an eyebrow, and grinned slightly. He could like her, and maybe even this unplanned trip, if they could get moving.

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The slap stung the lower half of his face, causing him to bite his tongue, both literally and figuratively. He had been slapped by girls before, but never this hard!

If it had been a guy who slapped him, Harper would have certainly returned the favor, and then some. But he didn't hit girls, so instead he just stood there, stunned and in pain as this blond girl, the one who had fallen out of the tree and undoubtedly caused all this, lectured him further on what an asshole he was and how immature he was acting and how unreasonable he was being even though everyone else seemed to have no regard for their own lives. Basically, things he already knew. In fact, the only thing he was really thinking about, besides feeling angry, was that the monster was called a cyclopean.

Some other guy pitched in, calling him an idiot and preaching about his philosophy on life. Seriously, these people all looked younger than him, from what he remembered. And they were lecturing him?

"I'm not an idiot!" he shouted, but before he could continue he felt the collar of his shirt yanked forward. He yelped, not just because he was now being dragged towards the wrong portal by a girl much shorter than him, but also because his necklace had slipped past his shirt and onto his bare skin, scalding him.

"Stop, you...crazy...bitch!" Harper hollered as he tried to undo just the pearl ring. The cord was still wet and he had already forgotten about the small knife in his jacket pocket. Giving up on his necklace, he tried to pry the girl's fingers off his shirt, but her grip was strong. Finally, two feet away from the portal, he leaned backwards as far as he could, planting his feet in front of him and slowing down her progress as he applied more resistance.

"All of you...are crazy!" he panted, "You know, two can play this guilt game. You all are what, high school students? You wanna talk responsibility? How bout rent to pay? Food to buy? Jobs to work? You guys probably live with your parents still and don't have to worry about that shit, but I do. Anyone gonna pay for all my new shit once I get evicted because I haven't paid my rent? Anyone gonna give me a new job once I get fired because I haven't shown up? Anyone gonna explain to my sister how come I went missing all of a sudden? And speaking of, how long do you think we'll be in this stupid mythical lord of the rings world? A day? Weeks? Months? If everything's in real time, do you really want your parents or whoever your loved ones are to worry about you for that long? What if it's some inception shit and one second in there is like a day on Earth? Huh?!"

Harper glared at everyone as best he could before finally spitting out, "You guys are just kids. You think I'm the selfish one? You guys don't even pay taxes. Look at all of you. So eager to "save the world." This isn't Avengers. You guys all have frikkin superiority complexes or something."

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Character Portrait: Skylar Grayson Character Portrait: Kyle Keaton Character Portrait: Aria Delaine Character Portrait: Dorian Roberts Character Portrait: Harper Calloway Fields Character Portrait: Tallyho Abel
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Damn, this girl was good...

He had been formulating his own comeback and eventual dash back to the blue portal while the girl had talked, but once she mentioned his sister...

The part of him that thought the cyclopean was fake tried to reason with him once more, but that image....he imagined the silver chain with the cello charm she often wore ripped off and covered in blood. He had been planning on taking her to his apartment in Boston, which he would have turned into a shelter. But...if he kept up his current track record and failed once more...if a cyclopean broke through and attacked...

The disappointment he imagined on Sadie's face in a few hours by the ice cream parlor killed him, but the image of her being dismembered before his eyes was something he couldn't handle.

"I hate all of you," with a hard swallow he glared at the blonde girl as intensely as he could manage. "Fine...bitch...I'll go through this stupid portal. But don't you think, and don't any of you think" he shouted to the rest of them, "That I'm doing this for any of you, or because you guys told me to. As what's his face said so eloquently, I don't give "two shits[i]" about any of you or who you think you are. I'm deciding for [i]myself whether to go in or not, and that's for one reason only."

He turned back to the girl, and narrowed his eyes even further. "Only one reason," he hissed. Fists clenched, he turned his glare to the yellow portal and stomped through.

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If Dorian had been expecting a verbal assault, which he most certainly wasn't, he would never have guessed that the thing someone would find issue with was his telling them what to do. Obviously the other boy, whose maturity had been so beautifully represented as he covered his ears and"lala"'d with all the grace and dignity of a grouchy three-year-old before nap time, had heard him but not actually listened. So, staring dully down at the other boy who ranted and raved, marching over to him with all the fake wisdom that comes with young adulthood, Dorian could only pay him the same respects. As the adrenaline began to wear off, the pain that was his bloody face came back ten-fold, now accompanied by a rapidly developing headache as the shorter man continued his pissy rant. Did he know how movie things worked? Did he even believe that had been fake? His rant was nonsensical to Dorian now, and he couldn't decide if that was the headache talking or the general insanity of the afternoon.

That was when whatever God or Goddess was watching over them at the moment decided to be merciful and offer Dorian a reprieve and a show all in one while he got what he thought was a rather undeserved slap on the back- he hadn't wanted to make a grand speech, he'd just wanted to get this show on the road. The girl from the tree was back- hadn't she left already?- and promptly marched over to them and slapped the other boy across the face before delivering a speech of her own with words so masterfully sharp and cutting that Dorian vaguely entertained the idea that they may, in fact, physically wound the combative New Yorker. Personally he didn't want any thanks for the whole monster thing (in fact, if he made it back to New York, he was going to do his best to repress said memory) but it seemed like the blonde had the boy on the ropes, especially as she physically tugged him along towards the portal to Aires. She had ever reason to be upset, of course. It was her world first, after all, her world that would be damned if one smart-aleck youngster decided to back out and leave.

That was, of course, when the boy with the apparent inability to feel anything akin to empathy opened his mouth once more and Dorian, who liked to think of himself as a neutral person in the grand scheme of things, felt just a little bit of the annoyance he held for the other man turn into hate. It wasn't anything new, people spouting off that no one understood them, that no one had it as hard as them. And maybe he was right, right now. Dorian lived with is father in their nice little apartment in New York, went to school, didn't have a job. But life hadn't always been easy, and he loved his father more than anything, but he knew- he knew what his father would want him to do and the idea that- Oh, God, the idea that he was letting his father down, making life hard for him again, hard for everyone, and even hard for another planet… Dorian felt physically ill, and it had nothing to do with his nose or headache. that couldn't- that couldn't happen. He could never see that look of disappointment in his father's eyes again.

But the girl from Aires was having none of this and with the most precisely worded verbal smack down that Dorian had ever witnessed, eviscerated her opponent's argument. And it felt like a victory because he almost shut up before hissing one more pissy comment that Dorian couldn't really be forced to care about because he was reasonably certain that everyone else felt the same way. What a joy he was going to be for the next however long they were stuck here.

"Wooo. Go team." It was said with such a dead seriousness that it was almost funny. Dorian folded his pocket knife back up, slipped it into his coat pocket that was now covered in drying blood, and trailed behind his new best friend. Except he hadn't expected the portal to hurt as he was physically torn from the Core and was slammed onto solid ground not a second later. He blinked in shock and looked around dazedly. It was pure wilderness around him, tall trees and small bushes, foreigns sights and smells to the eternal city boy. He didn't see anyone else, not the others who'd gone through the portal, not a living soul. Just dense trees and the calls of some bird foreign to his own ears. He sighed, lying back down on the ragged grass beneath his body. He ached, pulling himself into a fetal position to alleviate the pain, and now, now he was thoroughly lost. On another planet. With no one he depended on to help. Fabulous.

(See OOC before posting anything like this)

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Character Portrait: Skylar Grayson Character Portrait: Kyle Keaton Character Portrait: Aria Delaine Character Portrait: Dorian Roberts Character Portrait: Harper Calloway Fields Character Portrait: Tallyho Abel
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#, as written by rikura
Jason rubbed the back of his head as the whole fiasco played out. When the first blond said something to the annoying guy, he'd stopped and turned back. She's right. We all have to go.

As the dark haired guy and the annoying guy started going at it, he felt his blood start to boil. Who the hell does this guy think he is, talking like he knows everything? It's freaking annoying. But, whereas Jason made a decision to go to this other world on a whim, not really thinking it over, they're words made him think it through carefully. Overthink it really. . His hands balled into fists, emotions clear on his face like always. His ring was on fire, and he was seriously wanted to break that annoying guy's jaw if he didn't shut up.

Why the hell were they all being so freaking serious and arguing about this, huh? Everything was a clear black and white here, there weren't any gray areas. The pain from his ring and the "pull" he felt towards the other world were definitely real. And the whole deal with the cyclopean things... How could any of them ignore it? Not feel it?

Who cares if there's a possibility that they could fail? That this was impossible? What's the harm in trying? If they try and fail, that just means they got the same result as if they didn't try. Everyone dies. But if there's even the slightest possibility that they might succeed, might stop these things, even if they're only able to suppress them... Isn't it better to try and reach for that one little possibility rather than not trying at all? Giving up gets you nowhere.

He sighed. All of this should be simple. Besides, if you think about it, the voice said the stones chose them because their souls were compatible or something. If that's the case... do they really have a choice, or is having a choice here just some fanciful delusion?

The arguing was really starting to get on his nerves, and the annoying guy was acting like a kid yet calling everyone else the kids. Jason was about to say something, but stopped as the tree girl ran past him and slapped the annoying dude, following up by making him see reason and what he thought as her putting him in his place. He shook his head as the dude stomped by him into the portal, followed by a few others, but smirked a bit thinking of the guy's surprised expression when she'd slapped him. With a glance back at the others still present, Jason walked through the portal more relaxed than he should be.

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Character Portrait: Skylar Grayson Character Portrait: Kyle Keaton Character Portrait: Aria Delaine Character Portrait: Dorian Roberts Character Portrait: Harper Calloway Fields Character Portrait: Tallyho Abel
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Tallyho pulled herself from the palm of the valley—warm and grassy. She looked a short distance to see a spot of yellow on green pasture.

“My basket,” she huffed, “as she rose to her feet, tip toeing and leaping over the other teens that were sprinkled in the grass like a scattered set of marbles.

The blonde bent over and hooked the edge of the basket with her finger, flipping it over. Brown apples toppled out onto the grass and she wrinkled her nose at the stench.

How long was she gone?

She idly wandered over to the group, scanning their faces to see if they were awake.

“Ok…Well…I guess I’m going to town now,” hummed. Her voice trembled with uncertainty, mostly because she wasn’t quite sure if they were dead or not. Maybe their earthly lungs were too fragile for the air or something.

“Well uh… If you aren’t going to wake up…” she hummed as she took a few steps back.

“You’re not leaving that easily,” an unfamiliar voice echoed.

Tallyho looked around hastily to find the source of the voice.

“Over here,” he said.

Her gaze ran up to the top of the hill—where a mysterious ginger was perched, squatting and gazing down into the valley like a predatory bird—and wasn’t it ironic that a fine white owl sat at rest on his shoulder? It was almost a little patronizing, like some sort of socioeconomic portrait. Here was this man on a high hill, well composed, quite handsome, and well dressed, looking down into the valley at a flushed-faced vagabond, who was shoeless and had a record of stealing sips of liquor in taverns.

He stood up straight.

The blonde eyed his fine back pants, and his golden embroidered admiral trench coat—heavy with medallions and gold encrusted buttons. His fine jacket hung over one shoulder, his thin cotton blouse an elegant contrast. He pulled a smoking stick from his mouth, tossed it into the grass, then ground it into the dirt with his polished black shoe.

His bright eyes swam through the valley of bodies, like a shark weaving and wavering this way and that, looking for the right sea lion to snatch.

“Well that was a very dramatic show back there,” the redhead rasped, a slight chuckle escaping from his lips.

Tallyho offered her best poker face a technique she nearly mastered.

“What are you laughing at?” she finally asked.

“You people,” he hummed as he regained his composure, and calmly made his way down the hill. Tallyho moved a step back as he came, not pausing until he made a complete stop.

“You are all so melodramatic.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“’ You wanna talk responsibility? How bout rent to pay? Food to buy? Jobs to work? You guys probably live with your parents still and don't have to worry about that shit, but I do,’ ‘Nothing is certain, nothing except death,' ’A weakling on Aires, is a weakling Earth,’ honestly, you people are really made for each other. But for future reference, don’t take so long in the core. If it’s open for too long, the universe might collapse, you're welcome.”

His laugher faded and he idly reached to scratch the back of the owl’s head.

“Okay so who are you supposed to be again?” Tallyho asked, eyebrows straight, poker face still valid.

“Now how did I forget to introduce myself? My name is Haru Karokav, the first guide on this journey of ours.”

“Guide… What—“

Without asking, Haru Karokav drew close and took a hold of Tallyho’s amethyst. Though his approach was gentle, Tallyho nearly choked herself because she drew back sharply and he never let go.

“What are you doing?” She huffed as she rapidly lost her cool—beginning to wonder if he were some pervert or jewel thief—or both.

But the expression on his face was quite serious as he observed. He dropped the stone back collar bone. Then he drew back.

“Ah so she’s my kid then… Isn’t that interesting, Lillian?” he hummed as he stroked the owl once more.
“Hey, aren’t there supposed to be twelve of you…? It seems that the March Warrior was mis-transported,” the redhead sighed, “Lillian, why don’t you send word up to Ryou?”

Tallyho stared at him, her jaw slightly open.

“What?”

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Autumn winced as an argument broke out. She didn't expect people to start yelling at each other. This wasn't her fault, right? It couldn't be. Still, she couldn't help but feel a little badly. Biting her lip, she watched as the blonde from the tree slapped the man. Frankly, she thought he deserved it.

The argument lasted longer than she had hoped, making her a little uncomfortable. Finally, though, people started to get moving. It was about time. She turned back towards the golden portal, fully prepared to step through and be done with this mess. There was, however, one person in particular who didn't seem to be going anywhere. Come to think of it, had he even said if he was going?

She walked up to him, a little hesitant due to the reaction of the abrasive young man whom she had tried to convince earlier. Tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention, she asked "Hey, are you coming?" She almost wanted to say that there was no pressure, just so she wouldn't be yelled at.

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“Well now we head on into town, get you all rested, fed, and then I’ll give you a little orientation to the situation,” the redhead hummed.
“What were you saying before?” Tallyho asked. “What do you mean by ‘a guide’?”

“What do I mean by guide? Well to answer that I must continue to introduce myself. I’m Haru Karokav, yes, you know that. But I failed to mention that I am one of the 12 chosen guardians. The guardians are… Eh, hand-picked by the goddess to assist the month warriors, and protect them. If anything happens to any of you, then it’s our responsibility. I just so happen to be your guardian—the guardian of February. But this is a team effort. Even though your own guardians haven’t shown up yet, it is my responsibility as the leader to be a guardian to all of you.”

He frowned. “Well I’m not sure when the others will be showing up… It could be months, maybe later, even. Either way, you’re going to have to trust that you are in good hands with me. I will provide you with all of your housing, your food, and the proper training. All you really need to do is try not to piss me off, as I’d prefer to stay pleasant this early in the game. Well! I think that we should probably get to the nearest village and get to an inn. The sun will be setting soon and we wouldn’t want to risk another cyclopean attack.”

Haru turned sharply and began to walk away.

“Wait,” Tallyho called. “So you’re a guardian but… You don’t look very… Well, you don’t look like a seasoned fighter at all. I’m not sure if—“Tallyho paused when Haru made a discreet movement—a slight flick of his coattail revealed a fine sword mounted on his belt.

Despite how easy it was to get swords on Aires, the better swords were usually reserved for those who knew how to use them well.

“We guardians are… A lot older, and a lot more experienced than we look. If you have any more questions, you might want to learn how to walk and talk,” he hummed.

Tallyho hesitantly followed. She wanted to hear what he had to say about the prophecy, and what did she have to lose by following him? He offered free meals, and she was certainly starving. They didn’t move very far at all before Haru began to feed them more information about the situation, a subtle bait to lure any of the kids who weren’t too sure about following such an unusual man.

He began by explaining guardians some more.

“Believe it or not, we guardians are in a sense, beasts. Each of us has the ability to change into a certain animal. I suppose the goddess gave these forms to us based on our personalities—“

“A rat?” Tallyho hummed under her breath.

“A cat—smartass—a cat,” he hummed, although his voice held no malice. Perhaps because he didn’t feel like it was the right time to get serious and intense.

He stopped.

“Oh right, I saw that you all failed at introducing yourselves. I’ll do it for you,” he said. He pointed at each warrior in the order of their month followed by a synopsis of their ability.

“This is Gwenneth Yuan, the warrior of January. January can manipulate the force of life. Healing, and in extreme scenarios, revival.

Tallyho Abell is February, a manipulator of electricity and lightning. However, it’s ironic that she’s from such a low-tech place like Aires since she could really be an effective technopath.

Dorian Roberts—your friend who has been misplaced—is the warrior of March and holds power over wind and storms.

Kyle Keaton is April and a manipulator of water—specifically fresh water.

Skylar Grayson—the warrior of May—can manipulate plants, animals, rock and soil.

Harper Fields is June, and like Kyle, he is a man of water. However, he takes to the sea and salt water instead.

Aria Walker— is the warrior of July and has abilities over fire.

Jason Carter—August—controls illusions of light: Conjuring very few, dopplegangers of a specific form. These illusions hold quality over quantity; and therefore they have close to the same strength of the original figure copied. August can also use their illusions for mirage like effects.

Falke der Herrscher is the warrior of September and manipulator of Telekinetics— the ability to access to the mind, create mental forums, mental barriers and travel into the subconscious of others in order to gain information.


Isabelle Gentile—the opposite of Jason—is October. She controls shadow Illusions: Conjuring massive amounts of dopplegangers of a specific form also, but her power values quantity over quality. The illusions are significantly weaker than the original figure but can over power with numbers. She can use her powers to conceal also.

Autumn Jones—November—has connections to the Spirit world, can manipulate energy force, and can communicate with the dead. And she has a thing for tarot cards too.

And then there’s Lux Adair—the woman of December—snow and ice.

Now that you are all best friends, let’s go ahead and get to the inn, today is going to be one of the rare nights where you get to bond like normal teenagers,” he said as he marched towards the village’s entrance arch.

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Lux had woken up to grass under her feet and others waking up as well. It appeared that the Asian teen that she had dragged through with her was awake as well, a small sigh leaving her. Everyone was here except... the male with the knife that had killed the cyclopean and saved their lives somewhat. Allowing her nutmeg hues to flicker across the landscape, Lux slowly stood and strolled forward.

Tossing her hair over her shoulder, the actress let out a deep sigh. The air here was pure, almost burning in fact, compared to the clogged air of the New York City landscape. Her interest was peaked as a general-like figure appeared before them, explaining things to the blonde who was stuck in the tree. At the mention of the others names, a guardian, the seventeen year old could barely try to hide the coy smile that curled up her lips once more. "Pleasure to meet you all." She greeted the moment Haru had finished introducing the group.

She could barely feel her feet against the soft green grass of the valley as she sped walked to keep up with the man's pace. The entrance arch intrigued Lux some, but what was the best was lay beyond it. And to be honest, she was ready for that stay in an inn. Her whole body was aching from the landing, and she was definitely growing tired.

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After all that arguing in the space-bridge or whatever that weird voice said it was, Kyle had a headache and for some reason the rest of his body ached something awful too. He tried closing his eyes against the pain, futilely because the loudmouth jerk had a total shrieking meltdown that made Kyle's headache worse and he groaned. "Just shut the hell up already," the short blond mumbled, not expecting the jerk to hear.

After a minute or two, he slowly opened his eyes to look around. Well, it looks like they made it. They all... He stopped the thought when he noticed someone was missing, the black-haired guy that saved their lives wasn't here. He just opened his mouth to mention it when a well-dressed redhead encountered them. He made another speech about month warriors and gave everyone's names. The missing person was Dorian and that loud, annoying jerk was Harper. Well, Kyle would never forget that name. The redhead also warned them against spending so much time in the Core, so that's what that space-bridge place was, but the universe could collapse! He anxiously looked back over his shoulder. What if that's what happened to Dorian? It was partly Kyle's fault, but Dorian didn't seem to be in the best shape when they finally got the idiot to move. What if he was dead, and all this effort was worthless? The blond shook his head. He couldn't think like that right now.

Since this redhead, Haru, acknowledged Dorian was missing, Kyle assumed he would start looking for him, and then when he did they'd find out that he was still okay. That's right, Dorian will be okay. Haru didn't immediately go looking for Dorian though. Instead he led the rest of them into town, bought a couple rooms at an inn and laid out some rules, rules about Aires and what Haru himself wanted them to do. Okay, Kyle couldn't let this be.

While Tallyho, the feisty blond, went upstairs to bed and Haru finished talking to the lady at the desk about the owl, Kyle tried to pull the redhead away from the desk to be as polite as possible. The lady at the desk didn't need to know their problems. "Mr. Karo...Kuro...Karu...Haru, I need to talk to you. It's important."

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Haru raised an eyebrow and turned the face the shorter male.

“If you want me to repeat all of that, could we tackle it a little bit later? We both know that it is a mouthful.”
He turned back towards the desk briefly before looking back at Kyle again.

“If you’re asking about the other warrior, Dorian, I have that covered. The portals only dump people in empty spaces like valleys and clearings. I’m making arrangements for a contact of mine to locate him as it’s impossible for me to do it since I need to handle this group and taking you out on a wild goose chase wont prepare you for anything. Time is limited.”

Haru was a fast talker. He barely gave the boy a silent moment before he was heading out of the door.

“Tell your people to get ready to eat and come to Mackal’s Tavern across the quad. I’m going to go pay for dinner in advance. See ya,” and with that, Haru sashayed out of the inn towards the busy tavern.

Tallyho rolled her eyes at Harper. She had already seen too much of his personality today, she wasn’t really interested in seeing much more. Her contemplation of jabbing him in the throat was interrupted by a few kind words from a brunette girl from the tree incident.

The blonde was surprised to say the least. She hadn’t expected any of the earthlings to offer her a passing glance.
She wanted to elaborate on the Harper incident, to tell her that he had it coming, but with him in earshot, maybe it wasn’t the best idea. Instead, a sly, crooked smile washed over her face for a brief moments at a time.

“I’m Tallyho,” she said, “I’m… From here, I suppose.”

She wasn’t sure what to say after that. But she felt obligated to keep the conversation going.

“I uh… You people dress funny.”

Her voice wasn’t very sharp, and she didn’t really mean to sound malicious, but honestly, Tallyho couldn’t get over all of the pairs of tight blue pants.

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"It's this way!" Autumn called out as she walked to the portal, hoping that the boy would follow. She didn't want to spend any more time here then she needed to.

She woke up to soft grass tickling her cheeks. Groggily, she stood. There was a man before the group, a white owl perched on his shoulder. From the looks of it, he seemed to be rather important. Autumn rubbed her tired eyes, just to make sure this wasn't an illusion. It wasn't.

The man grabbed Tallyho’s necklace, making a claim of sorts to the girl. If Autumn wasn’t so tired, she would have said something. As he dropped the stone, however, she felt less compelled to speak out. Maybe that was just the custom here. Probably not, given the other blonde’s reaction, but Autumn was willing to let it go. She stretched her muscles in hopes of waking up a little more. The whole situation was a little hard to comprehend, though she did understand that one of them was missing. If she remembered correctly, it was the black haired boy who had saved them. She could only hope he was alright.

As Haru began to explain the situation a little more, Autumn found herself waking up a little. She was relieved, really, to have a guardian. Someone protecting them really did make the whole ordeal seem less dangerous. Hopefully, her own would show up soon.

As he continued, Autumn couldn’t help but wonder what hers would be like. If this man was a cat, what would hers be? A bear perhaps? Before she could wonder too much, he started to introduce everyone. Everyone seemed to have their own powers. Fire, wind, electricity, they all seemed amazing. Perhaps it was a little silly, but Autumn was almost excited. Connections with the spirit world sounded amazing. Here she was, trying to do that all her life, and now she was finally able to. No EVP's, just straight up talking. At least, she assumed that's how it worked.

Finally, they made their way into town. It was bustling with activity, far more than Autumn had thought she would see. Upon reaching the attic, she collapsed on a bed near the door. She let out a tired sigh, looking around the room at the others. “Well, this day has been crazy.” Ignoring Harper, she turned her attention to Tallyho. “Hmm, yeah. I guess this is just in style back on earth. Dresses and aprons, though? I don’t think people on earth have worn that in centuries.” On earth. It sounded weird to say.

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Falke remained silent, weary but thoughtful and honestly a little annoyed, throughout and after the yelling demands and hissing insults floating about amongst members of this so called 'team'. Destiny by itself was one rather hard pill too swallow on it's own. But another, well, being stuck with this lot of likely and undoubtedly insane lunatics wasn't a very appetizing thought to stomach either, especially considering how easily and quickly they went at one another's throats. Given that, he wasn't keen to voice his own thoughts or a possible decision on the matter at hand, mostly to keep the fore-mentioned 'hounds' at bay and save him the trouble of tripping over himself attempting to argue in a language that was still unfamiliar generally to his tongue. While it seemed that his given silence seemed to be working in his favor in the long run, because no one seemed to notice him standing there off in the back and too the side alone, and no one had come up to bother him about his own yet to be made (verbally, or not...) decision. But of course, his luck had run out and the supposed 'peace' he felt didn't last for long...

His shoulder's jerked as a twitch ran along down their length in response to a gentle, but rather unexpected tap on his shoulder blade, and a surprised hiss escaped his lips. Falke had already taken two harried steps backward in flight, before her voice, well he assumed a she because of how she sounded, interrupted his 'escape' and asked him a simple, almost hesitant question. "Hey, are you coming?" Was he? Good question. Blearily he scanned his surroundings, focusing on the general direction the others echoing, then abruptly disappearing footsteps, were heading, and then focused or well, attempted to focus somewhere above where her voice had come from nearby - but for all he knew he could be looking in an opposite direction. "Yes, I-... I was just thinking." He hummed softly in response. His thick German accent was heavy with a brassy touch, and seemed to be mauling the words a little as he spoke but it all still intelligible enough though still. Alright, fine. His decision had been made, though he necessarily didn't fully agree with it, but he put it out of his mind for now (it would do no sense in chewing cud over it). The stone trapped in the bounds of the ring on his finger, came to life with a faint, barely noticeable glow - likely a testament to his rather what could be called a wishy-washy decision at best, or to be simply be nice about it. While his decision was made, he still hesitated before following 'blindly'. "I'll follow after you," He added, before she could ask if he needed help. She agreed, turning around and lead the way, Falke reluctantly following behind like he said he would. She slipped through the portal to the other world, and paused momentarily before doing the same - allowing him to be the last left in this cold, empty, in-between place. He frowned, eyes narrowed as he sightlessly tried to size up what was just in front of him, the golden portal. The humming was louder now this close and that he was facing it, an odd queasy feeling came from it rolling around in his gut. "Here goes nothing..." He muttered to himself. Confidently he stepped forward, the light seemingly liquid pressing tightly against his body, and then nothing for the second time that day...

The second time he "woke up", he'd landed on his back, and slowly he shoved himself into a sitting position with a low, nearly inaudible groan. Okay. He really could deal with a little less of this brain meddling, teleporting, or what ever you'd call it, nonsense. Blinking, he glanced around. Nostrils flaring. He felt soft greenery tickling between his fingers, very overgrown grass. The air seemed cleaner, gentler. Well, where ever they'd ended up this time, it wasn't anywhere close to Central Park, or even New York for that matter. Aires then, alright. And then there was the matter when his brain finally caught up and was able to process what his ears were hearing from a man named Haru, Falke just sat there, not bothering to get up just yet. Trying to process all the information he was getting, with some success. In sort order, himself and the others (minus a missing Dorian), following this supposed guardian, unwilling mostly except for the promise of food and shelter, and hopefully to figure out more of how this all worked...

He didn't mind Haru's noting of names, and powers, and certain quirks or items they possessed. It was interesting in the scheme of things, and he wouldn't be one to ignore any information given (especially considering the mess-, situation they were now in). And all though it would be harder for him to start putting names to "voices", it was nice to have the names at least starting out. They continued into town until stopping at the inn, and that they had the attic available for then teens - the other room he assumed was for Haru, and his owl. And while some of the teens cringed at the thought of an attic, the spider-webs, dust, etc, that were often associated with an attic, Falke more so mentally cringed at how many flights of stairs he'd need to climb to get up there. Stair's were his bane; he tripped going down them, and going up them. But despite his worries, he made it up all three flights, without a trip that would send him to break his fool neck. And upon coming into the room, the first bed he quite literally ran into, he just claimed as his. He sat down, uneasily. Seemingly attempting to watch everything and everyone at the same time, with his wide, veiled eyes, without the ability the focus on anything. He remained silent, not honestly one to break any ice, or talk in general pretty much...

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The owl twitching about on the ginger man's shoulders, seemed just as fine-feathered as the clothes the man wore. It's basic build to be something like that of the North American Snowy Owl: Its wings (a grand 5-foot wingspan) seemed a little to large for its smaller albeit lean seeming body. A beak of rough gold, and talons the same hue, glinted eagerly in the sunshine, it's own natural weapons of a sort. His feathers were a fair and pure white mostly, but tarnished honey strips and stripes clashed across it in an interesting display. Frightening, if only because of the intensity they held, gray-blue eyes (odd for an owl to have, instead of the normal yellow/orange) unnervingly focused on each member of the group, seemingly assessing them, as it's owner walked confidently down the hill to great them. When Haru began laughing, a soft, but particularly merry, cooing sound echoed from around it's beak, laughing in it's own way right along with him. When he stopped laughing and reached up to rub the back of it's head, the owl's "laughter" ceased but it's lids dropped over it's haunting gaze in pleasure of the scratch. When he moved forward suddenly, one of it's great wings flashed out to kept it's balance on it's moving perch, lids snapping open and intently focused on the the girl's who's necklace he held clasped in his hand. Prepared when he moved back, it's balance not bothered, it crouched slightly and leaned forward, alarmingly as if trying to get a good look at the girl itself. “Ah so she’s mine then… Isn't that interesting, Lillian?” Haru had mused to her, and Lillian, now named, hooted in confirmation. She moved back to her original position, her assessment done, standing quite regally if eerily silent. Her head tilted listening, as Haru continued, “Hey, aren’t there supposed to be twelve of you…? It seems that the March Warrior was mis-transported... Lillian, why don’t you send word up to Ryou?” Lillian twittered softly in response, almost as if she was that she'd be back as soon as she was able too. Spreading her large wings, she confidently leapt off Haru's shoulder. With heavy flaps she rose slowly as close as she was to the ground, until a gentle breeze caught a wing a spun her farther upward - swirling a few times in a circle above the rag-tag group to gain further height and her bearings, before she got a well-moving current of wind. Flashing off, and was but a distance speck of white in moments. Going to the person, Ryou, Haru had named, to fix the issue with Dorian's mis-teleportation.

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As soon as a dark haired young man stabbed the armored beast, everything changed. The world seemed to disintegrate into a white void, before that too was ducked in until there was darkness. Utter and complete darkness. Aria couldn't tell which way was up or down, or whether she was sitting or standing. Then an ethereal voice, which dripped with wisdom, narrated a story. It was one she hardly believed. They were supposed to go to this weird place called Aires. The weird girl with the blonde hair seemed to know what that place was. Then, she began to think, trying to make a decision. An argument erupted around her, the source of which was Harper, but she just ignored everything. Finally, she stepped into the yellow light and was whisked away.

Everything after that happened in a blur. Her and the others suddenly landed in a field. They were introduced to a fire headed person named Haru, who was the owner of the mysterious voice in the void. He somehow already knew their names, and listed their month and power. Fire? Aria looked down at her hands for a moment. Was she really capable of something like that? They were all taken to an attic, and she gingerly chose a bed as close to the back as she could. Next thing she knew, everyone was heading to the tavern. "Might as well... she thought.

Aria headed to the tavern and was met with a wall of noise as she stepped in. It was full of bustling people, all very lively in their chatter. She was used to this; it reminded her of New York. Aria didn't realize just how hungry she was until someone came over to their table to ask what they wanted. After ordering, she turned to examine the others. So they were a team, huh? One by one, people started to introduce themselves. It was started by the girl named Skylar. In no time, harsh words were being sent back and forth again. Great team they were. Aria let out a laugh at Kyle's comment. He had been pretty silent throughout the ordeal. It was amusing how quickly Harper could instigate arguments, he certainly had a gift for it.

“Let’s all just calm down, alright? I bet that after some food and rest we’ll all be happier.” Aria was glad Autumn was trying to calm them down. To change the subject, Aria decided to introduce herself too. "I'm Aria, and I've lived in New York my whole life. Oh, and I'm currently studying law at Columbia." She smiled meekly.

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Jason, turning red, was about to say something in response to explain why he kept getting lost in New York, but then the blond boy commented. It kind of took him off guard, so there was a split second where he completely froze, and could almost hear an audible switch in his mind and an unwanted visualization. Now he was really just trying to hold in his laugh. Harper's response to the blond almost pushed him over the edge, so he covered his face with his hand and pressed his other arm into his stomach, trying to get his composure back. Even after one of the girls spoke about calming down and getting food and rest, he was still struggling to hold it in, but recovered... sort of, and let out a breath.

"Rest. Yeah. Rest would be good."

Jason, feeling way more carefree, still not fully recovered, smiled when he heard another girl introduce herself as Aria, "Hey. Kind'a like Arya from those Eragon books, huh? Definitely an awesome name. Mine's kind'a boring, but," he shrugged, "eh, who cares?" There were suddenly lots of questions he wanted to ask people on his hype, but they were too muddled in his mind to get one out verbally, so he shook his head, leaning back into the chair.

Suddenly remembering something Haru mentioned, asked, "Did Haru say one of you had a talent for reading tarot cards? How does that work?" He'd always been curious about that, but never enough to look into it for himself.

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“Ahh… sh—“

Haru paced back and forth for a few seconds.

“Okay.. No Gwen, no Tallyho, Lillian’s got Dorian… Kyle’s there, no Skylar, Harper, Aria, check, check. Jason? No Jason. Falke, yes. Autumn, yes. No Lux. Okay. I’m going to go back in there and get the others. Please, just stay right here. This bar fight definitely wasn’t a part of my plan.”

And with that, the cat guardian went through the door. Once inside, he squinted through the chaos to search for the missing warriors. He called their names multiple times in hopes of getting their attention.



Tallyho struggled to hold her bag.

“I think that they would be fine. As long as they listen to Haru,” she hummed.

When Gwen offered what Tallyho assumed to be an indirect request for her name, the blonde obliged.

“Tallyho Abel,” she said. She didn’t offer much else; instead she stared at the alley floor. Though she looked uncomfortable, she really wasn’t. The silence humbled the excitement of the night and pushed her into a reflective state.

“I’m not at fault if I won the money on a fair deal, am I?”

The question wasn’t so much for Gwen as it was for the moment. She did feel a little bad about her victory starting the fight. But she couldn’t tell if it was really all her fault or not.

Then Gwen asked a question about Eastwards.

“Eastwards? It’s sort of a rude saying,” Tallyho said as she drew circles in the dirt with her toes. “It refers to people out in the East, people from Nomansland, Eastern Isle, and Ira, you know?” she paused, “No… you don’t know. I forgot.”

After a moment of silence she began to speak again.

“You look like you come from there, Eastern Isle I mean. They probably said that because of how you look. They don’t really know about Earth and Earth people.”

Tallyho dropped the bag before her own toes.

“Hey,” she said, “did you eat? I didn’t get to eat my soup cause of the game and the riot. All that beer I had is making me a little dizzy. I know a place that makes little sweets at late hours like this—lady’s nice—would you like to come?”

She picked the bag up again, “my treat.”

She didn’t really smile when she offered the invitation, but her voice certainly wasn’t as sharp as it had been for the past few hours. In fact, she was pretty exhausted.

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"Clothes, food, water, hygiene… I'd say that's a good plan if I've ever heard one." Despite the cacophony of the market as people wandered, bartered, and (on the odd occasion) stole, the words of agreement cut through the noise, easily heard to the group of young men clustered closely together. It wasn't a harsh voice, nor particularly loud, but its tone commanded attention like a natural orator taking the stage. None of this would have been particularly odd- people, unfortunately, do tend to make a habit of eavesdropping and adding their own unwelcome and unnecessary two cents to conversations, and those gifted with speaking skills were not so rare as to raise an eyebrow- if not for the fact that the speaker has suddenly appeared within the ranks of male month warriors and one guardian without any warning. Not that the speaker seemed to mind surprising those he'd so rudely interrupted. If anything, the broad grin pasted across his face would indicate that he was very pleased to get the jump on them.

At a first glance at the man, the first word that would come to mind is "loud". Well, in terms of color scheme, that is. His long, shaggy hair was the color of gold with twinkling, mischievous eyes to match, contrasting rather dramatically with his tanned skin. He had he beginnings of a beard, more from an unwillingness to shave or a simple lack of caring rather than a fashion statement, stubble decidedly absent on the thin, pale scar that carried on from the top of his left temple and down to the left of his chin. If the scar didn't clue the casual passerby into the fact that he might, in fact, be something of a threat, his build and choice of clothing just might do the trick. He was tall with a muscular build that could only come from constant training and heavy lifting, and he wore what would be recognizable to even the Earthlings as a forest green martial arts gi with a small staff attached at the hip. However, despite his warrior-like looks, the look of amusement plastered on his face alongside a beaming grin made him seem much more mischievous than threatening.

"Of course, you are forgetting something incredibly important," He continued on, words almost rushed like a person trying to get to the punchline of a hilarious joke. "Not to worry, though. I've got just what you need.." With a tug, the man pulled someone else into the group, someone who was actually recognizable. Well, a little bit. They hadn't known him for that long, after all, and he'd been covered in blood the last time they'd seen. It was, in fact, Dorian Roberts, once missing and now found March month warrior. He looked more than a little worse for wear, dark circles under his eyes, bruises littering his body like a mosaic painting, and a cut on the bridge of his nose from just two or so days prior. He didn't look pleased(he never did) but maybe a bit relief showed on his rather scary face, and he was already dressed like a native in dark clothes, apparently his colors of choice, and with a nicely constructed leather bag bulging with purchases.

"I've brought my little lost sheep, back to his flock," The man cooed, beaming at Dorian with a look that clearly stated it was something of an inside joke between the two. Dorian's responding look (see: grimace) stated, in reply, that he was already sick of whatever joke that was but was trying to be a good sport about it.

"You're lucky I was in the neighborhood when I got your note, Haru. How do you do anything without me?" The man said, now turning his gaze fully on Haru before making a quick move towards him. It was so sudden that it could very well have been the beginning of a brutal attack on the one acting Guardian, but ended up in a big bear hug instead.

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A deeper and rougher voice than any of the others he's heard so far startled Kyle. His smile faded and he gripped tighter to Jason, but he wasn't sure if he felt a need to protect Jason or have Jason protect him. Startled was too mild a word. It scared him, and neither did the strange accent help. He could only understand half the words, if that. When he realized that it was the other blond boy, he let go. Kyle hadn't even known the boy could speak.

Before he could fully recover his composure, they had another surprise. A scruffy man with a scar on his face apparently understood what the quiet blond was saying and decided to put in his own two cents. Kyle didn't say anything to the stranger, but he did pay attention when the man pulled Dorian forward and grinned widely. Kyle appeared completely immune to the intimidating glare. "Dude! You made it!" Pushing and weaving through anyone in his way, he hurried over to again slap Dorian on the back. Afterwards he paused to look him over. "What the hell happened out there?" Kyle again spoke without thinking, but this time he didn't catch himself either.

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For a good long moment, Harper considered just staying in that little pond while everyone else left. It seemed perfect. A little water here, always sunny, food everywhere, and his chair...he could make it work, he was sure. It would be easy compared to Boston.

Yet he knew that the others wouldn't let him. They all had to 'stick together' and all that bullshit. Still, he waited till the absolute last moment before getting out of the water. Stragglers would have seen him in all his naked glory as he grabbed his discarded clothes, flipflopping over to his horse where he pulled out his jacket bundle to finally don his speedo/underwear.

In no particular hurry, since it was difficult to miss such a large group of people traveling on horseback, Harper redressed, clambered back onto the horse, situated himself, and trotted after the group. He stayed in the back, feeling refreshed from the water, and made vocal potshots at whatever he managed to hear, way in the back. There was one guy he didn't recognize...but considering he looked to be around their age and his face emoted relative confusion, Harper figured he wasn't a native. Or, he was a native, and was just confused at the number of people on horseback. Still...with that getup....Haru had mentioned they were missing a couple warriors. This was probably one of them. Harper felt like a right Sherlock Holmes after that deduction, and grinned stupidly to himself as they neared another town.

"What's this place called again?" Harper asked as they arrived at an inn, dropping down from his horse, "Marlboro? Like the cigarettes?" He hauled his chair and clothes up to their designated room, a lot nicer than their old one, and dumped it by another random bed in the middle. He ran down the stairs, stomach grumbling lightly, a warning to find food within the next hour.

He was still lingering in the back of the group of boys with Haru, although this was more due to him looking around. This place was a lot busier than the other town they were in. You could almost call this place a city...although it really didn't compare much to NYC. Or even Boston.

What gathered his interest back to the group was a demand to pick out a bag. They all looked the same to him, just leather, vintagey, American Eagle looking stuff that vegetarian girls in crop tops and high waisted white shorts and headbands around their bangs would wear. Harper just pointed to one randomly, and was tossed it as Haru paid.

He only vaguely listened to the guys discussing what to get next as he examined the bag. Nothing really. There was one pocket inside it, and it closed via drawstring, but other than that it was very simple. With a shrug he slung it around his shoulder, smiling at the different accents within the group. The quiet blond one finally talked and Harper's grin tugged wider. He sounded extremely German.

Before they could really go anywhere, what looked like a pirate suddenly joined the group. That...or a ninja. No, a pirate. Pirate ninja. There.

Next to him was a face he recognized: that one guy...

And then the pirate ninja bear-hugged Haru. And then Kyle hugged that one guy. Bromances. Bromances everywhere.

Harper snorted at the sight. "Is this another guardian person?" he asked loudly, before turning to that one guy, "Is this your guardian person?" Finally, he said to the group overall in an even louder voice, "Let's go look at knives or something. Or food."