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Neil Verdure

"Everything has the potential of growth, if only given the space."

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a character in “Broken Balances || The Seven Seals”, as played by legacy14

Description

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Elevation - Infected Mushroom


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❝Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.❞


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Full Name:
Neil Tyson Verdure

Speech Color:
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Gender:
Male
   
Age:
23

Being:
Sealer
   
Sexual Orientation:
Sapiosexual


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❝There is an immeasurable distance between late and too late.❞


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Face Claim:
Hazama - Blazblue
   
Height:
6’1’’ (~185 cm)
   
Weight:
190 lbs (86 kg)

Tattoos:
Tree of Life 'planted' in between his shoulder blades.

Oddities:
» His hair is green....Green....Hair....

» Neil also keeps his eyes closed the majority of the time, but tends to still be able to see perfectly clearly. He does this to keep from drawing attention due to the bright yellow color they hold.


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ImagePersonality:
Neil is calm, reliable, and the very definition of charming in most situations. He believes in the best of beings, both human and demon, and is an extreme advocate of "innocent until proven guilty." Though it doesn't take very much for anything to be proven... He is also quite chipper and is willing to crack jokes when the time is right to alleviate stress and lighten the mood, even at his own expense. His smile and charisma tend to make him more approachable than most and his easy-going manner makes new encounters more bearable in most cases.

History:
Little is still known of Neil's past as only bits and pieces have escaped him from time to time in subtle conversation. Rumors, however, surround the man everywhere he goes like a torrent of speculation, grasping for an ounce of the truth. Due to his style and mannerisms, it is thought that he comes from a very prestigious family, being the heir to some large business or something and escaping to forge his own path. While other whispers suggest he is some brilliant scientist seeking asylum and on the run for the secrets he holds due to his vast knowledge of medicinal and herbal applications. Whatever the case, Neil keeps to himself about his past as he secretly loves the mystery surrounding his persona. What is known, is the fact that he can be quite a dangerous man when stepping into the harsh reality of his bad side that is reserved for the most vile creatures that tread the earth.

Abilities:
► Neil can create, shape and manipulate plants, including wood, vines, plants, moss, and parts of the plants, such as leaves, fruits and flowers as long as there is soil present. The greatest effect occurring closer to his touch and sharply lessening with distance. In the same sense, he can cause plants to grow rapidly and revive withered or damaged plants the same. Unfortunately, death is beyond his reach, even with flora and he cannot revive plants that have already lost all life.
► He can also use his power for defense and support by growing plants from the ground and make them sprout seeds/fruits/berries, or even use plant chemicals to heal (or harm: poisons/toxins) people or objects or manipulate their properties for a wide range of effects.
► Adept Botanist, Andalucia Knife-fighter, and medicinal Herb Specialist


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ImageWeaknesses:
Fire/Extreme Heat | Ice/Extreme Cold
➢ Not immune to his own plant's effects
Nearly powerless in areas without plants or at least potential for plants to grow (infertile/barren soil)

Dislikes/Hates:
➢ Birds
➢ Intense temperatures
➢ Dishonesty, Disloyalty, and general neglect

Likes/Loves:
➢ Intellect
➢ Plants in General
➢ Books and the Written Word

So begins...

Neil Verdure's Story

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The first thing to return is your hearing - but there is nothing to hear except dead silence. If you wait for a while, however, you might hear the faintest of sighs as the others breathe. Your head is spinning. Questions like where am I, whats going on, and why is the bed so cold remain unanswered. Next to return is your sense of feel. The cold, hard surface suddenly makes sense. A stone floor. You blink open your eyes.

... A library? High shelves, filled with ancient books; the scent of dust; windows high above your head. Definitely a library. But how in the seven hells did you get to a library? The last thing you remember was falling asleep at wherever your home base may be, nice and comfy under the covers. But the misty quality the sunlight pouring through antiqued stained glass gave the place blurred the world around you more than it should. A dream then. None the matter, however, because you shouldn't be here. Dreams are vague recollections, scrambled creations of the mind. You have never been here, there truly is no place similar; not even on TV. The air is light and full of oxygen; but it's more than that. As your eyes cut around the room, you feel something quite strange about the place, something you have never felt before. As if it was the center of... something. Something important. No. It wasn't just the place. It was the people inside it, too.

You look around, seeing people beginning to wake around you. All are different. Different nationalities, different dispositions as their eyes dart around, searching, feeling the same strange power moving through the air that you do... and you realize they just might be like you. Is that the reason you're here? You've always felt different. Perhaps it was something you noticed. That you viewed the world differently, saw that good can be just as corrupting as dark. Others, the few who could see just how dark the world is, didn't realize that it went further. And maybe it was more. That you aren't quite as human as the rest. You can do
more.

Right so you're in a dream library, which seems to be some kind of center for the source of weird inhuman stuff power you can do, which seems to be stronger in the presence of these people who collectively disturb the currents. Ok then... what the heck are you supposed to do about it??

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Day 1...?

The air felt stale and congested, not to mention deathly cold. The floor was equally uninviting with its rough and hard texture, and faint light filtered down from above in prismatic, unearthly colors. Echoing faintly in the darkness were the gentle inhales and exhales of other people.

...but...how did I get here...?

Rubbing her eyes to shrug off any remaining sleepiness and to make sure she wasn't seeing things, the blue-haired girl finally had to accept it: she had ended up in a completely alien place. Propping herself up gently on her hands, she looked around, becoming more and more baffled with each moment. There were other people around her, all unfamiliar--at least, all she could see in this position. Tall wooden shelves, lined with hundreds upon thousands of books, crowded the room, radiating outwards from this circle of emptiness in which the people lay. The strangest thing, however, had to be the bizarre aura in the room...she didn't know why, but she could sense some kind of power filling this library.

The last thing this girl remembered was collapsing into bed in the middle of the afternoon, unable to cope with the unusually hot weather. How long had she been sleeping? How did she dream up this scene? Actually, was it even a dream to begin with?

Curiosity and fear killed all her remaining fatigue, and she lifted herself off the floor, walking towards one of the shelves. Her footsteps echoed in the dim light, as though they didn't belong. Taking one of the books and opening it, she didn't find any answers--the cover was old and breaking in a few places, and the pages were discolored and slightly crumpled. And the words? Some of them were fading, but she couldn't read any of them for whatever reason.

Is it a nightmare? Is some kind of monster going to sprout from the shelves just because I moved this book? Glancing around with even more suspicion--no, with even more nervousness--the girl carefully returned the book to its place on the shelf. With each passing second, she wished more desperately that her foil would appear at her side...

Her eyes scanned the room once again, trying to understand this strange place a bit more. There were six other people in the room, who either were sleeping or waking up from their sleep. However, upon a second look, she saw one of them was a short girl with pink hair, wearing a dark red jacket and a black skirt. Wait a moment...why is she here...? When all the others are people I don't know...

There were plenty of other questions, but she had a feeling nothing here could answer them.

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Alder blinked a bit, clearing the sleep out of his eyes... And realized that this was NOT the bed of that indie girl who had fallen for his animal magnetism. Rolling up into a haunched position, he stretched out ala wolf on a sunny day and stood up, his rather large frame becoming apparent to all others as he blocked out much of the light, his silhouette almost looking like it had canine ears and a tail, a beast ready to strike...

"Hey dere, everyvone!!" he said with a smile on his face and his Russki accent, instantly ruining the totally awesome setup I had going for him. Nevermind, I didn't expect to win this one anyways. "My name eez Alder Volke! How are all yoo today?" The choppy language made it clear that he wasn't used to speaking, despite there obviously being something in place so they could all understand each other. "Also, which you take me from pretty girl's bed? It warm and not leave me stiff!" He didn't catch the double entendre. As he spoke, his eyes danced around the room, instantly registering everyone and recognizing none of them. The blue-haired girl, however... "You sister or something?" he asked, tilting his head and pointing at his own azure hair.

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"Hey dere, everyvone!! My name eez Alder Volke! How are all yoo today?"

Utane had plenty experience with rude awakenings, more than she would ever have liked within her lifetime. However, this one topped the list. The blonde snapped awake, nearly bashing her head against a turned over desk right beside her. The voice which had just previously called out echoing across the dilapidated aisles of what appeared to be an old library. She quickly glanced around the room from her propped up position and noticed that it was not just her their, nor was it just her and the bulking man with the loud voice. Slowly counting off the bodies which she could see, there had to be at least ten of them. It appeared that, herself included, there were three people already up while the rest were still presumably unconscious.

She noticed the massive figure of the man, Alder Volke as he so eloquently introduced himself, walk towards the other female who was already scanning the shelves, bookshelves to be precise. It appeared that they had not noticed her having awoken just yet, to which she let out a very frail, silent sigh of relief. She knew nothing of any person in this room, and any one of them could very well be the person to which had placed them there. After all, she knew she never would come to such an age-old building as this through her own volition; rather, she'd never be allowed to go anyone on her own.

She recalled the end of a recital, herself walking off the stage into a dressing room. She remembered taking a nap, but... the rest from that is just fuzz. Shaking her head, she noticed her hand making a, rather habitual, grabbing motion but finding nothing. As one gets from noticing something important is missing, her heart rate shot up. Where is it...? She thought to herself, her eyes frantically darting across the room. It wasn't long before she found the case, hard to miss something that was decked with a bright yellow, which held her violin. However, it was well out of her reach, on the top of a shelf, just inches out of her reach.

She could definitely reach it, had she even the slightest boost, but even the desk just beside her looked as though it would give way if she so much as leaned on it. With about as much grace as a five year old, she ripped a coupled of books from the shelf nearest to her and through them across the room, the sound of them making contact with the wall echoing before landing on the ground. "The heck is this?" She muttered to herself. "The possibility of a kidnapping is at an all time high, but there's no motive. Sure, maybe I have some small amount of popularity, but I don't know any of this people. It just doesn't make any sense!" She barely raised her voice over a mutter. Like she said, she didn't know any of these people. Not to mention that there was this air of... uneasiness in the room. As though she were surrounded by people who could, for better or worse, do a lot of damage.

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Musty.

Not exactly the greatest place for a nap, but a nap was a nap. Refreshing and rejuvenating, even if suspect to rude awakenings. His, however, was pleasant, waking on his own time and immediately studying his surroundings with his eyes only slightly parted as he always did. Neil kept his breathing paced and resisted the urge to roll over towards the feeling of someone, or something, watching the people scattered throughout the room, no....the library.

Books reached every corner of the visible room, some haphazardly strewn about while most sat neatly lined among the shelves. Waiting was a delicate game, and one Neil was well versed in, but his luck struck when he felt, rather than saw, movement somewhere his eyes couldn't see as someone rose to move about. Then another, slightly more thundering awakening as the large man with astonishing azure hair rose from his hibernating slumber, shouting in a bellow that could only be described as guttural and unrehearsed. It was harsh on Neil's ears and he moved more out of reaction than thought.

With a sigh, he sat up, pushing himself from the lightly dusted floor. No point in forgoing the ruse anymore... he thought. His wince would have alerted anyone watching that he was not really still sleeping as he had feigned. The elevated position gave him a larger sweep of the room, of the people enclosed in it around him. It still appeared as he had first thought: a library. Books everywhere the eye could wander. Books, books, and more-----BOOK!!

Neil ducked quickly as one went flying past him, nearly developing a square-shaped brand in the center of his face. His peripherals had caught the younger-looking girl as he sat up as she tried ascending one of the stacks, focused on a bright yellow case atop them. It was from her direction the life-threatening book had flown from. Today seemed his day for sighing as another escaped his lips, ascending to his feet and dusting off his clothes and reshaping his fedora as he crossed the room toward her.

She was quite a bit shorter than himself, and he felt as if he was towering over as he neared her short frame and golden locks. "Allow me," he stated in a low voice, trying not to startle her with the sudden noise in the precarious room. His full height and long limbs were hardly necessary in full, completing the retrieval of the yellow case with relative ease and extending it out for the girl. With his task complete, Neil flourished his fedora slightly before planting it atop his lime green locks and tipping it to complete the look, smiling before returning his attention to the others still sleeping in the room.

"I suppose we should awaken the rest of them before we find some answers..." Kneeling next to the nearest sleeping person, Neil tilted his head back to the young golden-haired girl. "If anyone has any answers that is..." With a light touch, he gently shook the person he knelt next to in an attempt to wake them.

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Day 1...?

Before the blue-haired girl could think about or question anything else, a tremendous bellow shook the room--she was actually half convinced the books on the shelves above her would come crashing down on her own head. Muttering in annoyance, she figured the speaker--who appeared to be that goofy-looking man with blue hair--had no idea what was going on at all. She turned on her heel, and started running down the aisles, completely failing to realize a question was being directed at her.

However, no matter how far she ran alongside the walls of the circular library, she found only shelves against those walls to greet her. There were no doors, and the windows were set incredibly high on the ceiling--even more than the shelves, which already towered over her. It definitely would make anyone wonder how they could ever hope to get the books on the highest shelves.

There was no escape route, as far as she could see. It was getting harder for the girl to ignore her fears, and she found her pace and her pulse quickening far too rapidly. Forcing herself to slow down and give herself a moment to calm down, she tried to think of other ideas. Perhaps she could take out books and stack them up to reach the windows...no, that'd take too long. They were too high up.

Her thoughts were interrupted again when several books flew down the aisle, past her and straight into the shelves against the walls, before they fell down, taking several more books with them. ...the hell? She glanced down the aisle, and saw some girl with blonde hair muttering to herself--though she was too far away to make out that girl's expression. Not long after, a man with green hair walked over to her, exchanged a few words, and moved to one of the shelves, taking out something yellow.

Seeing these people with unusual hair colors caused the blue-haired girl to remember she was planning on re-dyeing her hair after waking up from this nap. Lifting one lock of hair which had already faded a little from its vibrant cerulean shade with her hand, she sighed. Clearly, her past self hadn't expected to get interrupted by a nightmare.

At this point, she could feel that her breathing and heart had returned to normal speed. Pushing off of the shelf, she started to run again--but this corner of the library was exceptionally dark, and her left foot snagged on one of the hurled books.

What followed was a shriek and a crash, followed by very faint groaning. Rubbing her forehead and elbows while muttering in pain and annoyance, the blue-haired girl carefully picked herself up, moved away from the pile of books, and resumed running.

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Something snapped. Internally, that is. Fey was in his feet and completely gone in an instant, having kicked up, taken the strange room and people in with a single glance, and dodged out of sight behind the closest bookshelf. Survival came first - questions second. Where he was didn't matter. Unless it was hell, then he might have a problem with it, but Fey kind of doubted hell would be a nice pretty library with stained glass windows that were very much not shattered horror-movie style.

Fey tensed the moment he became still, side pressed to a bookcase, expecting the hasty action of reacting so quickly to catch up with him. His eyes narrowed when it didn't - so, however had had ended up here, he hadn't been taken by force. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep - meaning that A, someone had put some sort of chemical-soaked cloth over his airways to ensure he didn't wake up, or B, someone had hit him with something very heavy before he could defend himself. But, with both options, moving so quickly would at the very least have made him dizzy, if not the repercussions throwing completely off balance.

Suddenly nothing made sense, so perhaps asking questions might really be the right thing to do as the first action, which in turn brought into question age-old survival habits that had gotten him as far as he was now.

... Nah. Asking questions would mean... socializing with these people. Unacceptable!

Judging from the fact that several others were passed out on the ground, except of course for the two with the freaky blue hair who were looking around, Fey was willing to bet that they would soon start asking for him anyway. Better to bide his time, observe, and establish who would be enemy and who would be neutral. Acting on the decision, Fey slipped further backwards towards the wall, into the deepest part of the shadows thrown by the wall from the sun flooding through the colorful windows, and made himself the most unnoticeable target possible by crouching down, prepared to spring up and away at any moment of course.

Sharp blue eyes raked the huge room a second time, noting the positions of everything there - bookcases, windows, and people alike, as well as any piles of books obstructing aisles that could become weapons or obstacles depending on whatever situation arose. Another thing he noticed was that there wasn't a single door in the place. No matter, the brick looked beyond old. Just tapping it caused parts to crumble away as dust. He wouldn't even have to try very hard to break though it. Just freezing it and flinging his weight at it would probably get him all the way though it. But that would be a last ditch effort - it was very possible that the walls were three or more bricks thick, as was the case with many of the ancient churches in the backstreets of his hometown. The protected center layer would take much more work to break, and if he only had seconds to spare, it wasn't worth the risk. No, better to climb a bookcase and go out a window. Should be easy enough - it wasn't like bookcases lacked handholds. But as he searched the windows, he felt some sort of suspicion come over him, only getting stronger, subconsciously making him tense and lighten his breathing. There was something wrong with the windows... No. The light. It was all wrong. It came in all the windows at the same angle... the same brightness, on all four sides. Like stage lights on sets, making the colorful shapes on the floor evenly spaced. The only way it could be as such is if it was high noon, but the light was the wrong angle for that. And even then it would mean that there where no buildings with chimneys or satellites on the roof nearby to block any light, which would mean they were high up, which was again an impossibility, as room this large to be in a tower and still stand at whatever age it must be... it would have collapsed long before now.

This place wasn't real. His mind and senses told him he was here, and real, but his surroundings told his logic that was false. And logic always won, as using it always led to survival in his experience. Except for when he froze water with a touch, which had no logical explanation that he knew of, so it was just better to go 'Hey, I can freeze stuff! It's impossible, but it means I can kill people in a tight spot and get away with it because no one would think I could, so better not to question it!' and move on.

Glancing back to take in the people passed out on the floor, he saw that more of them were starting to wake, and carefully took them in. The blue haired male looked incredible strong, and Fey could tell that he would be fairly fast as well. The only way to contest him would be with agility. The blonde girl? Not a threat, the way she was clinging to that violin case made it evident she was a musician, not a fighter. She earned herself a point for throwing books at people right off the bat, though. The one with green hair would either be a good ally or an enemy to be weary of. The blue haired girl that started running around and screaming, however, almost made him want to step out and talk to her. Not to calm her down, of course not! Ridiculous. If he actually did it, she would probably start shrieking even louder try to turn around, and run right into a bookshelf! The look on her face would be downright hilarious! Airheads like that were so much fun... Tempting. So tempting. Maybe she would even K.O. herself? Then the annoying, loud noise would cease, too. But was revealing himself worth it? ... Probably not. But definitely tempting. He needed another con... ah, the screaming probably made a good distraction. If the people got too close for comfort, their attention would be more on the loud noise and less on the shadows, enabling him to be able to slip away to somewhere else.

So, final decision, not worth it... but it was still tempting. So very, very tempting. And then, without him having to interfere at all, she did it anyway. Ah, airheads. That one's state of mind was definitely 'blonde'. Who else but a 'blonde' would dye their hair blue and run into a bookshelf, with no interference whatsoever from an outside source? He briefly wondered what her real hair color was. 'Blonde', he had found, was a state of being, not associated at all with the hair color... but he really wouldn't be surprised if she really was blonde.

Fey relaxed his tense posture slightly, settling in to watch what would surly be an entertaining show.

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Her arm was asleep, that was what woke Levinia. Not the noise or the crashing sounds, but the annoying tingly sensation in her arm. Slowly she flipped over to her back and opened her eyes the celling that greeted her was unfamiliar and when she thought about it the ground was hard as well. "Wrong. . . this is all wrong." sitting up she continued to try and work the feeling out of her arm. There were people milling about, some were still passed out as she had been, and still yet the sounds of running footsteps could be heard further into what was a library. A beautiful library in her opinion but still she had never been here and she knew none of these people so exploring was out of the question.

Once her arm had returned to normal circulation she could finally focus on the intensity of the energies around her. Her body practically vibrated from the flow of electricity she was picking up. "Ugh, it's too much." she said shaking her hands allowing little sparks to fall to the floor. Immediately she clenched her hands into fists. "Ah I better be careful, no need to set the place on fire or something.

Levinia stood and dusted off her skirt then cleared her throat. "Excuse me but does anyone know what the seven hells is going on here!?" her words echoed a bit through the library as she addressed those of the her fellow captives who were awake. She wasn't sure how long she'd been out and maybe they had seen or heard something that she hadn't. Either way she wanted to get back home and she hoped that her roommate wouldn't notice she'd been gone, it might freak her out just a little if she up and vanished.

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Day 1...?

After running around a bit more while searching for an escape route...no, apparently other people know my character better than I do, so I guess I must disregard my previous posts and written personality from now on and conform to what they write, since it seems only smart people trip over books and fall on their faces. No, I suppose I must be content with having my character running straight into a bookcase like she can't see a goddamn thing.

After running around while screaming in terror nonstop and crashing into shelves repeatedly, the blue-haired girl finally had to accept that she was completely out of ideas on what to do next. While that green-haired man in the fedora had been carrying something yellow that was definitely not a book, she hadn't seen anything else on the shelves that wasn't a book.

When she passed that place where the books had been thrown against the shelves agaub, she noticed the bricks that made up the wall were cracked and breaking down. But the idea of hurling herself against stone wasn't appealing in the slightest.

Worst of all, the air is incredibly dry here...I can't use those abilities now...unless I were to cut peoples' bodies open and use their blood, but that's a terrible idea. It was almost laughable...there was some kind of strange power filling this room; she could clearly sense it. However, in here, where the air was dry and unwelcoming, Sera Melike was just a completely normal girl.

Still, as Sera caught her breath again, she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. Being watched by someone with very, very bad intentions. But before she could think about dealing with that sensation...

"Excuse me, but does anyone know what the seven hells is going on here!?"

Perking up, the girl recognized the voice which echoed through the library. She's awake? No, wait...is that really her, though? Am I still dreaming? Standing up straight again, she ran back towards the center of the library. Surely enough, that pink-haired girl was standing up and looking around, as if impatient.

However, Sera slowed down as she got closer to the group, and she was deliberately trying not to look at an of them now. Eventually, her feet completely halted just behind a shelf, still mostly obscured by its shadow. "...Levinia?" she called tentatively, her voice coming out unusually quietly. "Are you..."

Sera's voice trailed off when she saw it. For a moment, faint lights appeared around Levinia's hands and drifted down to the floor. Those were sparks, weren't they? But then, didn't that mean...

"...you have that sort of power, too?" she finally asked, looking utterly astonished at this.

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Standing from his crouched position, Neil stretched slightly on his elevation upward to his full height. It was, after all, quite a long way. More people were beginning to wake and assess their surroundings in ways as different as hair colors seemed to be in the amassed group.

"Excuse me, but does anyone know what the seven hells is going on here!?" Another extravagant-colored head of hair awoke and entered the fray. Blue, pink, a raven-haired woman apart from the rest briefly studying Neil and the young yellow-locked acquaintance, and of course, Neil's vibrant green hair as well. It was all rath---

His peripherals caught the slightly insignificant flash that left the fingers of the woman with pink hair. Did she just...? His eyes studied those around closer and and reached out through the ground, feeling for that energy that sustained all things living. That energy that "Power...?" The young woman's word jolted him from his daze and his brow furrowed with a frown. Not at her assumption, that he knew something of all to well, but something was....wrong. Neil couldn't feel it. It still felt like if he tried, the act would obey, but the lack of actual feeling....

"I'm no expert at... social conventions," the young miss continued, "How are we to approach such a vulgar situation, Mister Green?"

At that, his grin shone through his thought process. "Mr. Green, huh? I like it." The smile that he presented was one of genuine emotion, he liked the sound of 'we', but he had a theory there was little basis to it in the room... "I believe we should test a theory I have."

Books lay everywhere in the room, and plucking one from the shelves, he hefted it slightly. Decent weight, not too thick. Brushing his finger along the spine, the same lack luster feeling, or lack there of, greeted his nerves. His eyes scanned the room once again, trailing the shafts of light as they poured into the room, pooling the floors and shelves, and extending back up to the windows. Closing one eye to block the images of the other windows spanning the room, he examined one, shifted his gaze to the next, and continued down the line. Odd.... Measuring the book's weight once more, he removed one of the two of his belts and wrapped the book in it to keep it closed. Reeling back, he stepped forward and hurled the book toward the window.

Neil wasn't exactly a professional pitcher, but the book turned over once or twice before smashing into the window, shattering it completely. As the glass shards fell toward the dust-covered floor, Neil closed his eyes for a moment before opening them once more as the sudden shattering broke the less-than-perfect silence. His vision quickly focused upon the window frame once more as the window reformed nearly as fast as it was broken. Neil frowned and ran a finger across the two belt buckles still sitting on his waist. Objects are easy and inconclusive.... Powers and spells are evident in this world, he knew this well, and manipulating objects was one thing, but people...

No doubt drawing a little attention, Neil ignored those around him for a moment more, reaching for the butterfly knife he knew would be waiting for him around the backside of his belt. A few flourishes, and the blade shone in the light of the unshattered windows as he brought the razor sharp edge to his palm. This will be terrible if I'm wrong.... With a quick swipe, he put pressure on his hand as the blade sliced through the soft flesh, revealing the blood underneath. He let out a sigh, as much relief as dismay, as the would began to close.

"I'm good with medicines, but I've never been this good." He stated aloud finally. "Ven como eres, deja como eres," he said to the young woman with yellow hair. "Come as you are, leave as you are....We aren't physically here I believe. Something like a dream perhaps?"

Whatever the case, dream or illusion of some sort, Neil wasn't fond of the game being played for their attention.

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Touch - Warmth. Cold. Sunlight and Stone.

Hearing - Voices, agitated. Something was happening.

Smell - Lots of oxygen and dry particles - dust - in the air. Plenty to burn. Not a place frequented by humans.

That other sense he had. The sixth one. ... ... ... WHAM. The sensation hit him like a ton of bricks, the raging energies churning unseen through the room, too suddenly realized to be differentiated or classified to one being or another, attacking or subdued. The result? Nyma shot straight up, already attempting to stand, and ran face-first into a desk, sprawling him right back onto his back and knocking several stacks of books down and right into his solar plexus.

Nyma blinked. Sight - books, books, stained glass, books, books, books, a few random people, books, books, brick wall and ceiling.

Lots and lots of books.

Was he dead and in Heaven? But, if so, then why was he here? He controlled Fire for the sake of chocolate! Shouldn't he be in Hell? ... ... Maybe it really was Hell? Were all the books blank or something?

Nyma blinked twice, decided he must have a concussion, and grabbed the edge of the desk to pull himself to his feet, hand on his stomach still as he struggled to regain the very important action of breathing, and looked at the... very colorful... people standing scatted around or unconscious on the floor. So. Were the others captives brought by force, or the captors in this situation? Because Nyma sure as heck was sure he wasn't brought here willingly.

"Er - Hello all. My name's Nyma. No, you cannot shorten it to Nim or Nemo. Mind telling me where I am?" He asked in a no-arguing tone. (If you want to know how to pronounce Nyma, I'm adding it to his sheet, because it seems it isn't obvious to others people, like it is to me).

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Alder's ears twitched when he heard someone mention powers. He turned around and gave the earth a quick stomp, causing two rocks to shoot out of the ground and into his hands as he lowered his body to get ready for combat.
"Who ees the power girl? Ees she the one who give me scars?" he asked, his stupid grin now gone and left completely serious. "We have fight to finish!" As no one responded, he dropped the rocks and proceeded to grin sheepishly, laughing a little. "Sorry, long story involving crazy demon woman." he laughed again, while sniffing the air. "But to tell truth, I not know what going on here. Last I remember, I falling asleep in preety girl's bed, and dees place smell like what left after I pull rocks, not natural. I think eet best guess we all dreaming together in communal thought." He sensed that some of them would be surprised at his rather elaborate guess, then explained.

"What? I not eediot, just not used to talkink to other people."