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. âAh so sheâs mine then⊠Isn't that interesting, Lillian?â 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, âHey, arenât there supposed to be twelve of youâŠ? It seems that the March Warrior was mis-transported... Lillian, why donât you send word up to Ryou?â 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.