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Rillian Yelst

"The world's crumbling to pieces. Who's going to fix it back up?"

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a character in “Code: Instincts of Survival 2”, as played by Furry Dragon

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BASICS
”This is just the candy's wrapper."

-Nickname: Ril
Age: 17
-Gender: Female
-Species: Genetically Modified Human
-Role: Child of the Abyss 2
-Motivation: Survival and a want for peace.


APPEARANCE
”Looks are only skin deep."

-Eyes: Yellow-gold
-Hair: Shoulder length and brown. She sometimes wears it in a ponytail.
-Height: Five feet nine inches.
-Weight: 70 pounds.
-Skin Tone: Moderately tan.
-Build: Rillian is lean and wiry. Her body is lacking what pueberty gives a girl.
-Body Markings: On her right arm the number 8-2-9-3-5 is tattooed. She received this when she was being genetically modified.


MENTALITY
”This is the stuff that really matters."

-Quirks: Rillian has a tendency to clench and unclench her hands when she is stressed. She also talks to herself out loud sometimes, especially when she is nervous.
-Fears: Dolls, being alone in the dark, needles, loud noises
-Likes: Swimming, fish, heavy blankets, spinach, books, birds, cooking
-Dislikes: Peanut butter, jello, winter, wet clothes, broken fingernails
-Personality: Rillian is a cautious person in most cases. She thinks actions out before she does them and is usually one to think of a backup plan. She remembers when she makes a mistake (especially a social one) and she doesn't make it again, or at least not in the same way. She speaks without tact and thought. Although she remembers when she was aware of doing something wrong she doesn't always know what's wrong about it and what is right in the situation. Thus she can excarbate circumstances without meaning to easily. To make up for it she tries to be kind when the situation isn't sour.

Rillian adjusts quickly to new situations. She would rather act once something is decided on than sit around and wait. Once she has a plan of action or orders she will follow them as quickly and efficiently as possible. She doesn't like to wait for anything whether it be something good or bad; if it's something good you might as well experience it while you can and if it's something bad you might as well get it over with.


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EQUIPMENT
”Some things matter too much not to have."

-Clothing: She usually wears t-shirts and sweatpants. When it's cold she prefers coats to sweatshirts, partly because they're easier to slip out of.
-Carried Items: Rillian wears a sharktooth necklace that was her father's. She also carries a small notebook full of sketches and notes from her mother.

-Main Weapon
‱Name: Kyolet
‱Type: Dirk
‱Made of: Steel
‱Length: One foot
‱Weight: Roughly 5 pounds
‱Description/Info: Kyolet is a blade of multiple uses. It can be thrown, parried with, used to stab someone, and chopping up vegetables. Kyolet doesn't like being used to prepare food, but often times it is the best knife to do so. Kyolet prides itself on keeping a keen edge and rarely needing sharpening. It likes to kill and wound, especially for justice.


COMBATIVENESS
”The world is a violent place. Fight it."

-Natural Talents
Talent 1: Rillian is a fast runner and has good endurance.
‱Talent 2: Rillian can jump high due to her lightness.

-Skills
‱Skill 1: Cooking. Rillian can make a meal with almost any ingredient (or at least try to).
‱Skill 2: Ship shaping into an osprey. She can also mimick bird noises extremely well.

-Weaknesses
‱Weakness 1: Rillian has a fast metabolism and needs to eat more than a normal human.
‱Weakness 2: She is light so she isn't much of a help when trying to tackle someone or shove something aside with weight.


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HISTORY
”Everyone's got a past. Not everyone's willing to share it."

-Life
‱Martial Status: Single
‱Family: Her parents are dead. Some notes in the book from her mother hint at a sibling, but Rillian doesn't know much about this person.
‱History: Rillian was born to a constantly changing world. The goal of life was to keep living. It didn't matter how you lived as long as you did so comfortably. Of course she wasn't always comfortable. When she was two she was experimented on genetically, giving her bird-like qualities and later the ability to shape-shift into one. Her parents died when she was five, leaving her to face the worlkd by herself. She joined the Lost eventually, finding safety in numbers.

Other: I read everything.
Rillian has no sense of smell.

So begins...

Rillian Yelst's Story

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Rillian absentmindedly ran her fingers down the worn, once serrated edges of the sharktooth on her necklace. Today seemed like it was going to be another day that the Lost would sit around in their latest hideout. Not that that was exactly a bad thing, but it wasn't really that good of a thing, either. Sure, they weren't out risking their necks on a raid but heck, it was boring!

Her mother's words came to her mind. Boredom is a choice. Rillian knew of this message because of the small notebook her mother had left her. Her mother left other bits of wisdom, too, such as Make sure you have a positive attitude and Advocate for yourself. Things that seemed obvious but weren't always apparent. Various phrases weren't the only things in the book. Sketches of plants, recipes, and journal entries were in there, too.

She brushed her hair behind her ears. Morgan, the leader of the Lost, stood up and left, walking towards the control room. Rillian wordlessly watched him leave. When he exited the room she interwove her fingers and played around with her hands, examining the various shapes she could make with them. Her fingernails were longer than the short stubs most other people kept theirs as. Maybe it was partly because of the fact she was birdlike. Her bird form had talons, why shouldn't her human one?

Taking a deep breath, she stood up. It was time to do something else other than sit around and do nothing. She walked over to Oryn and saw that he was drawing something. "What are you drawing, Oryn?" she asked softly. She usually found it easy to talk to Oryn; he was a bit childlike and gentle most of the time. Not always, probably not even most of the time, but pretty close to it.


Vernigen Soletra


Vernigen woke up to find that the suffocatingly hot water he was under was actually a tangle of blankets. He had been dreaming again. Drowning dreams were semi-frequent for him. They were his most common bad dream, although they weren't the worst. The worst had to be the dreams of him reliving being sent away from his family. That had happened eight years ago and he hardly cared to conciously remember it but his subconcious wouldn't let him forget.

He dressed, putting on a navy blue shirt and a pair of khaki pants. Casting a glance at Tlys, he decided he didn't need the staff, at least for right now. I should see what Nekria wants me to do, first. No guarantee she wants me doing some fighting today. "Tlys, I'm leaving you here for now. I might pick you up later," he said. Not that the weapon cared, it was just that Vernigen thought it was polite to tell the staff what he was doing.

If worst came to worst and unfortunate circumstances found him without a weapon he was still alright. Hand to hand combat was his second best fighting skill. He had never been too interested in slicing people up with swords or whatnot. Why make such a bloody mess when you can just beat your opponent senseless? A staff or a pair of hands required less maintenance than a sword. There was no reason to saddle yourself with the tasks of sharpening a sword or worry about it rusting when you could have a staff that simply needed a washing every now and then.

He made his way to Nekria's office and knocked on the door. When she admitted him he entered and asked, "What are my orders for today, Lady?"
Standing up straight, it was all he could do to withstand from making a mock salute. That would be disrespectful, even if it was meant for a joke. It was better to be formal than personable, especially when talking to your superiors. Especially when you cannot lie.

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Character Portrait: Oryn Caitedeora Character Portrait: Rillian Yelst Character Portrait: Morgan Character Portrait: Fleur Lhydderch
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Oryn held Calcie, the toy rabbit, before sitting him opposite to him as he lay the small notebook in his pocket on the floor. It did take him a while to find the pen, but after he did, he started sketching really lightly and brought his knees to his body, curling up. He sat carefully, the lines traced with precision, and yet like a child, his drawings still looked rather mediocre and, well, rather cute. He vaguely registered Morgan walking past, he thought, but didn't bother looking up. Did Fleur walk past too? He wasn't sure anymore. Oryn was almost done with his drawing anyhow, and he was just finishing off the ears. "It's really weird Calcifer." he said to the red rabbit plush, glancing up to check he was still there. "But I just can't draw this part." Oryn looked at the ears, before he smiled. "Oh well."

What are you drawing, Oryn?" Oryn jumped, looking up suddenly with a small hint of fear in his eyes. However, he settled down when he saw it was only Rillian. He looked from his drawing to the girl, and he hugged the small book to his chest, as if hiding it. As most knew, it was bad to suddenly confront him with speech as he didn't really have time to think about what to say, so he just looked at her for a few seconds, staring at her with bright green eyes.

After a while, words filled his brain. "B-bunnies." he said quickly, before thinking a bit more. He needed to calm himself, to stop stuttering. Oryn really was a bit overly shy sometimes. "You know, the bunny-bombs I make? It's a concept idea, I think." he brought a small one out of his pocket. Being reasonably small, he showed it to her with a smile, before he giggled slightly. "You can see if you want." The picture he'd drawn looked like a cute rabbit in a field, not at all like the small robot in his hand. The blonde showed her his picture with a childish smile, picking up Calcie and hugging him close. He couldn't even remember which of the Lost gave it to him, but he was well and truly grateful.

Looking at Rillian, he smiled calmly. "How are you? What have you been up to recently?" He flicked the pages backwards, looking at some notes. "Do I need to thank you for something I've forgotten? I'll remember next week, I promise."


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Character Portrait: Rorian Character Portrait: Nekria Character Portrait: Oryn Caitedeora Character Portrait: Vernigen Soletra Character Portrait: Rillian Yelst Character Portrait: Randle Ludak
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Rillian nearly slapped the butt of her hand against her face at the suprised look Oryn gave her. He had some... issues when it came to talking, especially when approached right out of the blue. She should have remembered that by now. Digging her fingernails into the palm of her hand, she made an attempt at an encouraging, friendly smile.

"B-Bunnies," he stuttered after staring at her with wide green eyes. "You know, the bunny-bombs I make? It's a concept idea, I think." He pulled a bunny-bomb out of his pocket and showed it to her. It was small, making Rillian think of how young Oryn seemed to be at times. Small sometimes equated young in peoples' minds. How old was the concept of that particular bomb? Oryn giggled, saying, "You can see if you want." He showed her a picture of a bunny in a field. It was a cute, cheery looking drawing. Rillian decided he had a pretty good imagination. He couldn't have seen grassy fields too often in his life.

"How are you? What have you been up to recently?" The blonde boy flipped through his notebook. "Do I need to thank you for something I've forgotten? I'll remember next week, I promise."

"I'm doing well, thank you. A little sick of all of this sitting around and doing nothing, but good nonetheless. What have I been up to? Well, thanks to you I've been looking at some cool artwork," she said, tapping his picture. "Recently I have been cooking. When you have the food needs of a bird you need to eat quite a bit. I'd really like to go flying, but it's too risky right now. I wouldn't want to betray the location of the Lost." She genuinely grinned at Oryn's closing statement. "No, you don't need to thank me. Unless I've forgotten, too. Which in that case, it doesn't matter."

"What about you? Have you been busy?" She snorted. That was a stupid question. What was there to be busy with? "Maybe a better question to ask would be how have you been doing."


Vernigen Soletra


"Please, Vernigan, there is no need to be so official around me. Think of me as family. You wouldn't treat family so stiffly, would you?" Nekria said, a sweet smile on her face. Vernigen refrained from answering, deciding instead to go with a small nod. He wasn't sure how he would treat his family after they had sent him away. Maybe he would still be on a good foot with Roger, but heck, he hadn't seen them for eight years!

"Come, sit with me. I just might have a use for you today." Nekria said, patting the seat beside her and making room. Vernigen sat down beside her, taking the spot she indicated. She handed him a water bottle and he held it, unsure if she wanted him to drink or not. Probably not, he decided, so he continued holding it. "Vernigan sweetie, today I would like you to check up on Randle. After that, I would appreciate if you went ahead and took your mission to the outside. I haven't heard from Tallen in too long. Perhaps she is in need of assistance on her mission. However, if she dismisses you, accept it and return. I trust her skills."

Vernigen nodded, accepting her orders. "I will do that, then." He said.

"Before you do any of that, however, I want you to fetch me Drean and Rorian, if you wouldn't mind."

"Of course, Lady," he said, calling her the title out of habit. He winced as the word left his mouth. Rude, rude, rude! He shouldn't call his superior something she didn't want to be. Especially when that superior was Nekria!

"That will be all. You are dismissed." Nekria said, making shooing motions.

A muffled voice could be heard through the door. "My Lady Nekria, that will be quite unnecessary." Rorian walked into the room. "I am here and at your disposal, Lady Nekria," he said, bowing. He even gave Vernigen a bow.

Vernigen inclined his head to Rorian, not wanting to show greater respect to Rorian than he did Nekria. "I will work on my tasks. Good day, Nekria and Rorian." There! He had called Nekria by name. The down side was that he had called Rorian by name too, and he wasn't sure how that particular Noble would like that.

He left the room. His first task was to check on Randle. To tell the truth (like he could tell anything else) Randle creeped him out a little. The guy was a big hulk of rage that needed to be sedated for half of the time. Randle scared Vernigen a little. Randle had brute strength and a beserker's rage that would last for long periods of time. He was unstable and unsafe. He supposed Nekria had a reason for the beserk-knight but it wasn't apparent to Vernigen.

He made his way down the halls, walking with a quite step. He reached the place of Randle's room. Cautiously, he opened the door and barely refrained from letting out a sigh of relief. By the looks of Randle was still half-sedated. Vernigen walked a couple steps into the room. Hopefully he wasn't too close to the behemoth, but one could never be sure.

"Hello, Randle. It's Vernigen. How are you?" he asked, unsure of how much Randle really comprehended. "Nekria wanted me to check on you, so here I am. Do you need anything?" It was a good idea to get on the good side of people. Unfortuantely, Vernigen wasn't sure if Randle had a good side. It was still worth trying, though.

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"I'm doing well, thank you. A little sick of all of this sitting around and doing nothing, but good nonetheless. What have I been up to? Well, thanks to you I've been looking at some cool artwork," Rillian tapped his picture and Oryn flashed her a big grin. "Recently I have been cooking. When you have the food needs of a bird you need to eat quite a bit. I'd really like to go flying, but it's too risky right now. I wouldn't want to betray the location of the Lost." She seemed to grin back and he suddenly went a bit shy, twiddling with his thumbs. "No, you don't need to thank me. Unless I've forgotten, too. Which in that case, it doesn't matter."

Oryn nodded, but if the two of them had forgotten and he remembered later on, was it still alright to thank Rillian? After all, she seemed not to want to be thanked for whatever he might - or might not - have forgotten and he didn't like leaving the thanks behind. Well, whatever she wanted, Oryn guessed.

"What about you? Have you been busy? . . . . Maybe a better question to ask would be how have you been doing."

The young boy grinned widely. How has he been doing, exactly? To be honest, it was hard to put into words. "Well, recently, I've felt like my head was going to explode and I don't know if that has to do with being a half-complete, or rather, failed experiment or something. But yes, I've been having a raging headache and I feel like I'm going to rip something apart. Other than that, I've felt rather happy." Oryn said quickly and shyly with a small smile on his face. He brought out two small sweets, yellow of colour, and unwrapped one quickly using only his small pinky finger and thumb, though it seemed rather impossible (especially since he threw it up in the air for a split second at one point), and balanced the other on his middle finger in front of Rillian. As he did this, he grabbed his red toy rabbit closer with his free hand.

"Have one, if you want." Oryn looked directly into the girl's eyes, green eyes sparkling happily.


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Character Portrait: Oryn Caitedeora Character Portrait: Vernigen Soletra Character Portrait: Rillian Yelst Character Portrait: Keir Craig Character Portrait: Drean Montréal Character Portrait: Kyveli
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Orryn grinned at Rillian. "Well, recently, I've felt like my head was going to explode and I don't know if that has to do with being a half-complete, or rather, failed experiment or something. But yes, I've been having a raging headache and I feel like I'm going to rip something apart. Other than that, I've felt rather happy." he said.

Rillian kept her face in a calm smile, although Orryn's admission bothered her a little. He had such a headache and he was smiling about it? I guess I should be used to it by now. Orryn is unstable. We all are, but he is more so than the rest. Not that unstable meant bad, at least not all of the time, but it definitely meant unpredictable.

She watched as Orryn took out some small candies and unwrapped one with a curious display. He balanced one precisely on his middle finger, holding it out in front of her. "Have one, if you want," he said. The boy looked into her eyes with a happy expression.

"Thank you, Orryn," Rillian said, taking the candy. She popped it into her mouth and felt a gush of saliva. She swallowed, careful not to down the candy, too. She had been getting hungry, after all. It was annoying that she had to eat more often than others but she couldn't remember anything different. She weighed far less than most other people her age, too, but it felt like it had always been that way. It was creepy how one could become so used to being changed.

Rillian saw Kyveli, the gasmask girl, sitting alone on the other side of the room. "Do you want to join us, Kyveli?" she asked.


Vernigen Soletra


"...Thirsty..." The lone word came out of Randle's mouth as if it wanted to escape.

"I'll get you some water," Vernigen said. He kept his face neutral and bland, not betraying the unease he felt when in the presence of the behemoth. Randle's arms were bound to the wall along with the rest of his body, meaning Vernigen would have to pour the water into his mouth. That's not safe. Still, I have to follow orders. He went over to the place where Randle's food and water was stored and took out a plastic cup. After filling it up with water he walked over to Randle and stood on the tips of his toes, gingerly pouring the water into the giant's open mouth.

When he was finished giving Randle water he washed the cup and his hands. He was glad the only part of his mutation was the inability to lie. Sure, it wasn't some flashy power, but at least it wasn't some mindless primal insanity, either.

Now he had his next mission. He had to find Drean, too. Where that Noble was could be anyone's guess. Drean had a tendency to want to blend in with the crowd. He seemed to want everyone to think that an armored robot was him, but Vernigen knew better. For the sake of simplicty Vernigen ended up telling the robot that Nekria wanted it instead. He figured the robot could record information and tell it to Drean while Vernigen kept an eye out for the strange Noble.

Now he had to find Tallen. He decided to leave Tlys behind for now. A weapon would make him stand out in the crowd more. Tallen was somewhere in the city, looking for the Prince of the underground and Morgan, the errant leader of the lost.

Vernigen walked out of the Noble's complex and blended into the crowd. People walked from place to place. It was sort of sad and funny at the same time that they all looked somewhat different but had one thing in their hearts: fear. That was what the Nobles had wrought. That was what Vernigen hoped to be able to mitigate somewhat. If someone was going to serve Nekria, it might as well be someone who was willing to do some good.

He spotted Tallen's purple hair and began to walk towards her. She was confronted by a red haired man and it happened that someone had fallen down in between her and the man. Was that Drean?

Vernigen rushed over and helped Drean to his feet, whispering, "Sir, Lady Nekria wants to see you." Then he turned to Tallen and said, "Sorry to interrupt, but do you need help with your mission, Knightmare?"

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"Magnificent!" A crowd of clapping covered her ears, as she stared, bewildered of what was happening. She just saw her "town" being blown up... and these people were clapping as if it was a joyous party. "You truly are a success cyber girl!" She blinked puzzled and shocked as she backed away. Her black hairs melted to a soft blue and her red eyes burned into a matching color. Then everything was black.
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She got thrown against a wall and she tasted the taste of iron. Blood. She Assumed and hoped, before sprinting off to the other side of the room for safety. Those insane scientist trapped her in a room with a failed, monster! It stared at her with raging eyes that seemed inhuman. Though she can tell it was..human, its limbs close to an arm and its legs tattered but had the characteristics of a human foot. Stitches ran across its face and was close to splitting, causing whatever food left in her stomach to rise. Swallowing the bile, she ran around dodging the monsters attacks. Tick tock. She heard, hearing a distinguishable sound. A horrible sound. A timer. She was running out of time! The horror of the end came to her thoughts as she felt her mind race against the clock to think of an idea. If it wasent for the time, she'll probably be out of this situation. With her intelligence, body and all! The ideas of what will happen in the end of time scared her to no end, bringing her off course. Feeling the claws of the monster, she ran near a computer and by instinct jumped into its screen. Her body appeared to be a body of electricity and soon everything went black.

Kyveli eyes snapped open as cold sweat formed against her brow. 'It was a dream...a nightmare..just a nightmare..' But it was more like a flashback. Breathing slowly, she caught her breath, and felt the beat of her headphones against her ears [comforting her in the meantime], as she rest against the wall comfortably. But despite this, she had keen ears and heard things out of her muffled ears. "Do you want to join us, Kyveli?" She looked up from her feet and stared at her comrade and family member, Rillian. Giving a second to think, she nodded considerable, and kicked off the wall to walk toward them. But she wasent sure if this was a good idea.. she had no real way to make a conversation..she was unsure on what to say, and she didnt really like to chatter either.
Though most of her little "family" should understand her, and understand her issue with talking. Ever since she escaped that fake world...she lost her enthusiasm of talking... It wasent the same. And because of the trauma, she had trouble to talk causally.

Morgan seemed to understand her pretty well though, which is why she joined this little group. Stopping near the group, and started to scan the others quickly, before slipping off her headphones, leaving them hanging around her neck. A rush of noise hit her ears, and she felt her spine shiver, but she merely ignored it. "....."
Stuffing her hands in her pocket, she shuffled around hesitantly and opened her mouth to speak.
"T-thanks for inviting me..." Kyveli thanked in a hushed and monotone voice. Though it did have a wisp of gratitude.

Being in a corner isnt really a way to live. Hiding most of her face behind the mask, she glanced around for her leader and the rest of the crew. But, sadly, saw none. 'Probably talking about the "nobles"...' Kyveli assumed, almost belching at the word, "nobles" So to distract herself, she lifted her fingers to her face, and closely examined them. The skin on the tip of the forfinger seemed to go transparent and a light layer of blue was seen.

Electrical webs danced against her digit until they disappeared into nothingness. She was still not used to that... but she had to anywho. Looking at rIllian and ORyn, she glanced between her fingers and to them, wondering about something. Though, she merely let her arms down from her face, and focused on having a "good" conversation with them. Rillian did invite her over after all. "Are y-you two alright.. or good?" She struggled to come up with the words, and hoped to sound casual. Not like some stupid robot..
Glancing at the two, praying for a good reaction, she looked downward at her gasmask for reassurance. She must have sounded stupid, oh how she wished to put on her headphones, but she couldnt that would be rude. Wouldnt it? 'Great, I lost my sense of etiquette.." Whatever happened to her after the realization of her fake world, she lost many things. Like her ways of speaking.. and now her politeness. 'What else am I missing..' Thinking of the possiablities, she found herself puzzled, and hoped it didnt show on her face. But it probably didnt, her face showed no real expression either, it's usually stuck. 'Oh I lost my expressions too...' Kyveli thought and fought the urge to grumble.
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DEONNE WILL BE ADDED SOON

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“Uh . . . um, it’s not my place to . . . but, t-the Underground . . . ?” Clyde's eyes darted to Fleur's face, his lips tugging down into an unsatisfied frown. What? Was there an issue with his perfect plan? What would she know? Obviously, if she had any objections whatsoever, it was only because she had no idea what it would mean and obviously didn't have the adept thinking skills that he definitely had. He was so far superior to her tiny mind that he was surprised her moon wasn't rotating around his planet. Tft. “I-I’m sorry, but I can’t keep myself from saying what’s in my head or else it’ll drive me batty!” He rolled his eyes and waved a hand before shoving them both in his pockets. He'd already decided at this point that despite her being a color she disagreed with him and therefore, he did not care for whatever she had to say from this moment onward. She could be calling him every insult under the sun and it'd probably go in one ear and out the other.

“The Underground had itself settled into some really dangerous and unsavory stuff—I know we’ve gotten into our share of danger and other stuff too, but still, would aligning ourselves with them, or even associating ourselves with the group b-be. . . .” Is she still talking? Ugh. “W-Would it be for the best? We could wind up marked, hu-hunted. . . .” Clyde let out an exaggerated sigh, not caring if it seemed rude to do so in the middle of her little...whatever she was doing--in the middle of her whole talking thing. He looked around and realized he could see some people up ahead but he didn't care enough to bother focusing on them. “I-I don’t want to see any of us like that, in so dire danger, I’ve been hunted by people before, and i-it’s . . . horrible.”

Whether she was done talking or not, Clyde was a hundred percent done listening to her. "Yeah, yeah, that's nice but--"

Morgan stopped. "There's no way in hell I'd ever go back to the Underground. There's a reason I left, Clyde. And it wasn't easy, getting out. I doubt they'd welcome me with open arms anyhow. The Prince would more likely execute me on sight. He's one of the few who know exactly how to kill me." Clyde felt a little hurt by Morgan's tone, his frown deepening as he gave his leader much more attention than he'd bothered giving Fleur. Morgan didn't agree? Obviously, they couldn't agree on everything, but on this? And he'd thought it was such a good idea, too.. No, screw these two. It was a great idea! ...But that didn't mean he was going to go out and follow through with it. If Morgan said no, then that was it. It wasn't exactly that Clyde feared Morgan because, honestly, he didn't. He wasn't afraid of anyone. But he respected Morgan and would do as he said.

The details on this issue were vague, even to Clyde. He knew bottom line that Morgan and that Underground Prince priss were not on good terms, but...so what? Who even cared about some stupid disagreement or whatever, right? Clyde believed there was strength in numbers. The Lost were good, but...the Underground was great. And the two of them together and all four leaders with their heads together? Plus the kind of talent they could get their hands on? It was a good idea! Annoyed, unable to complain, and now bored with everything, Clyde decided to take his silent frustration out on the nearest object: a small, red rabbit sitting right next to one of the blond kids. If he'd stepped at a different angle, he probably would have stepped on the kid's hand, but he missed the hand and stomped right on the rabbit's head. He glared down at it, not moving his foot for a good few moments as he debated on whether or not he wanted to snatch it up and set it on fire, before giving up and moving on. He hardly glanced at either of the three people sitting around, even the blond boy who owned the toy, before grumbling about something under his breath and moving on to catch up with Morgan.

"Where are we even going? You make it sound like there's somewhere we actually gotta be at," he said when he got there. He adjusted the headphones around his neck so they'd stop rubbing against the skin. "If we're just wandering around without a purpose, then I've got places to be you know." Okay, so that was a bit of a lie. He had nowhere to be. In fact, if Morgan told him he could leave, he'd just end up doing the same boring thing he'd been doing before.

Nekria

Nekria had decided herself finished with outside contact with anyone aside from those she had requested, so she almost immediately gave up any attention focused on Vernigan and went back to what she'd been doing prior. "My Lady Nekria, that will be quite unnecessary." Ah. So he finally decided to present himself. Nekria did not look up, but merely glanced over at the door as Rorian entered the room. She did not allow her expression to waver any as she inspected him, making sure that he was presentable and, as usual, he didn't let her down in that aspect. "I am here and at your disposal, Lady Nekria." She nodded to him in greeting as she waited for Vernigan to say his parting words and leave. Rorian was an older gentleman and therefore she found it unnecessary, and un-ladylike, to use the motherly disposition on him.

Once they were alone in the room, Nekria took a small sip of her water and leaned back in her seat with one leg crossed over the other. She glanced over again at Rorian, head turning with the motion this time to give him more of her attention. "What is it that's humoring you today, Rorian?" She allowed the slightest upturn of her own lips even though she didn't quite believe in using the same tactics on Rorian as with most of the others. It was unfortunate, but easy to make due with. "Have you carried out your requests? Is there anything that needs tending to?" She paused as she took another small sip of her water, her gaze turning back to face ahead of her rather than on the nearby man. "Have any more children been admitted to the ranks?" Another pause as her tone threatened to drop, but continued to be as even as always. "Or is there any news on the rebels?"

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Oryn looked up at Kyveli, a small smile on his face. "I think we're both okay, but bored." Well, that was what he had gathered from talking to Rillian. He decided not to mention his on-growing headache and he glanced up as Clyde walked past. He looked pissed, and obviously proved it by stomping on Calcifer. Oryn, instead of getting annoyed, smiled brightly away and began muttering to himself about how he'd stomp back on him after he'd ripped his head off, though almost inaudibly and to Calcie as he took the soft toy and held him close. His smile turned into a small frown and he then grabbed Calcifer close to him. He sighed and brushed the small bear down, crossing his legs and setting the rabbit in the triangle-shaped gap between his legs. The boy sighed once more, before looking at the small bear. He sat it on the ground and it began to twirl around in midair in front of the boy. Oryn blinked, as though he hadn't realised he was using his powers, before looking up.

"'Ello." he said quietly to Fleur, a little smile on his face before he looked back at Kyveli. "Vellie." Oryn looked at her, his voice hardly more than a whisper. It was his own personal nickname for her. "How are you?" The plush span in the air quicker as he looked at it and he suddenly grew angry at Clyde again, though he only grabbed the thing and held it close, looking away from the two with a mature look on his face. It was only at times like this where he acted his age. His green eyes drifted to the floor and he went shy again at the silence. He smiled calmly and patiently at the two, sighing.

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"Are y-you two alright.. or good?" Kyveli asked in her near monotonous voice. Rillian thought that something about her was... lacking, maybe? Kyveli hardly had an expression on her face and her voice was usually pretty flat.

"I think we're both okay, but bored." Orryn said brightly.

"All in all life is good," Rillian said. Just a little lackluster at the moment.

Morgan, Clyde, and Fleur walked into the room. Something was biting at Clyde. He had a nasty expression on his face. Viciously he stomped on Orryn's bunny, Calcifer. Rillian watched as he did it with a horrified expression. Families don't ruin each other's prized possesions! Or maybe they did? Rillian didn't have much experience with families. No, it can't be. How would they work together if their too focused on destroying each other's things and getting revenge?

She watched Orryn to see his reaction and was relieved to see he wasn't openly fighting back. Clyde was another very unstable person and it would be catastrophic for the two to fight. Instead the blonde boy was playing with his toy with his powers, muttering about something. Things could be much worse at the moment. Clyde really didn't have to do that. What is it that he's upset about now?

Orryn greeted Kyveli and Fleur, asking them how they were. Rillian trained her attention on them too, looking back and forth between the two. She rubbed her arms. When she went without flying for too long her arms started to feel stiff, which led into pain when left unsolved. I hope we get to do something soon.

To Kyveli and Fleur she said, "Done anything interesting lately?" It was unlikely they hadn't done anything interesting. They were in a group of rebels, after all.


Vernigen Soletra


"Knighttruth...no, I do not need any assistance. But I could do with the company." Tallen said. Vernigen nodded. "That is assuming, Ser, that you'll be alright making your way back on your own?" she said to Drean.

"Ah no I think I'll be just fine," Drean said. "Actually Vernigen, a difficult situation arose and you were unable to get a 'hold' of me," he said, bending over to tie his shoe. Vernigen looked at him with a puzzled expression. Drean was there in front of him, Vernigen had managed to find the Noble. Maybe he meant-

Whatever it was that Drean meant was to be undecided at the moment. The Noble stood up and flung dirt in Vernigen's face and dashed off into the crowd. Vernigen was blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision. That definitely wasn't a noble trick! When he could see again Drean was gone. That was unnecessary. It wasn't like I would have manhandled him to Nekria's office. Or at least I probably wouldn't have.

"That was a dirty trick," Vernigen said to Tallen, smiling a little at his rather lame joke. His hands flew to his head as sudden splitting pain tore through his body. This hasn't happened before, I don't think. "I'll stay with you, then, Knightmare," he said to Tallen, his smile a little strained by the pain. The pain quickly receded, leaving him wondering if he had really felt it. I hope that doesn't happen again.

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When it was that Morgan stopped moving ahead, after it was she’d given her input on a matter that really didn’t need it, Fleur ceased moving. Even if she didn’t know much about the people s regarded as her family, their pasts that is, she knew enough to know that now, Morgan was definitely not a happy camper~ Clyde, honestly, the fact that she disagreed with him and his idea, it probably didn’t faze him in the slightest. If it was someone didn’t care for what he was saying, more often than not he seemed to entirely just shut it out and ignore it, as if the opinion didn’t exist. That was something she’d figured out in the last two years. And, she definitely wasn’t fond of getting friendly-friendly with the Underground. Sure, she didn’t know everything about them, but with her flawed understanding of things and the world, she knew what it was she felt, and she felt like that was just a no go. Or, that it should’ve been.

At Clyde, Morgan snapped, probably not really intending to so much snap as he did, “There's no way in hell I'd ever go back to the Underground. There's a reason I left, Clyde. And it wasn't easy, getting out. I doubt they'd welcome me with open arms anyhow. The Prince would more likely execute me on sight. He's one of the few who know exactly how to kill me.” Fleur kept herself quiet as the Leader of the Lost spoke, part of her was really relieved that it was he didn’t want to take part in what it was Clyde had suggested, really. The Lost, seeing them put in needless danger, hunted and placed in the center of something . . . she didn’t want that. She’d been through that sort of lifestyle before, hunted, hated, wanted dead. . . . It wasn’t something that anyone needed to get involved with—that she didn’t want them to get involved with.

He left them . . . ? Okay, so yeah, new information there about our Leader. . . . Of course, it’s not like I’d know anything about anyone’s past around here since no one really talks about it without slipping up over it in front of me or something like that. Of course, I’m no different. But, I guess I’m not surprised to hear that Morgan used to be involved with the Underground. . . . Fleur intertwined her fingers together over her chest in a nervous fashion, maybe it was obvious she felt out of place at the moment, having been there to overhear something said to Clyde that she probably shouldn’t have. And why? Because her lack of direction had bested her again, and led her into a place that was not her domain. The Ice Queen continued on tailing behind the Second in Command and the Leader, her head turned down as it was she kept a quiet and thoughtful expression upon her face.

Eventually, the ‘common’ room of the steel complex was reach, the area that Fleur had intended to wind up all along. Already, the others were there. Oryn, Kyveli, and Rillian, the rest of the Lost Children, like herself. Without saying anything, she observed the interactions and the happenings for the moment between everyone—Clyde stomping on Oryn’s rabbit, before it was Morgan chided him a bit, grabbed him and began to literally drag the Second in Command away before more or less telling her she was on her own at this point. Fleur gave to him a nod, she was fine now, and this was where she’d wanted to be after all. Her morning routine hadn’t been typical, the usual of her struggling and wriggling around with her blankets and sheets to gain her freedom, and then it wound up with her getting lost, and winding up in a not so typical situation with what she heard with Morgan and Clyde. . . .

Something was up though, of course, she was no expert on reading people . . . even those people she’d been with for two years, but the whole thing with Morgan dragging Clyde away like that. It made Fleur sigh as she dropped her hands back to her sides, her head drooping down, those two. . . . A blasĂ© expression carrying on the teenager’s face, she couldn’t help the idle, wandering thoughts of hers. I don’t know a lot, but I know enough to guess that those two are going to be doing something dangerous. And potentially stupid, but that’s not any newer than my apparent lack of direction. I already know that they are going to do something, and they aren’t going to spill the beans on what that something is. They’re going to go off, leave us in the dark, get themselves into God knows what possible trouble. . . . That was to be expected with how Morgan and Clyde acted though—they did stuff like that sometimes.

Whether or not they knew that they weren’t so surreptitious as they might think. . . . They went and did who knew what at times, and it always worried her. They were strong of course, Fleur didn’t doubt the strength that either Morgan or Clyde possessed, but even with that power of theirs, she still couldn’t help her worries—the two of them were still mortal even with powers.

Another thought for another time. she reckoned, turning her head away from looking in the direction the two had gone as it was Oryn greeted her and Kyveli.

“Ello.” he spoke, and it caused Fleur to look at him a bit surprised before she gave the boy a smile. “Vellie.” he looked to Kyveli as well, voice quiet, “How are you?”

Rillian also drew her attention over to herself and to Kyveli while she rubbed her arms, before speaking. “Done anything interesting today?” she asked.

To this, Fleur gave a shake of the head, and another of her smiles. “No, nothing interesting per say, just the usual morning antics of getting myself lost in trying to get here from my bedroom, Llian.” She answered, before turning her eyes over to Oryn. The blonde didn’t look too thrilled at the moment, probably upset with Clyde again for having stepped on his toy. He was holding it close to himself. “And Oryn, thanks for asking how I am. I’m doing fine.” A smile lit up Fleur’s face at properly responding to the boy’s inquiry.

Her hands went to her hips for a moment, as she seemed to lose herself in thought. Part of her mind was musing over what to now do . . . she was where she wanted to be, and Oryn, Kyveli and Rillian were all there now. . . . Looking up into space it seemed, Fleur’s dark eyes suddenly trained upon Kyveli, who had yet to speak. Well, she’d speak when she felt up to it, Fleur wasn’t going to force something out of her on the spot—the girl was there, and that was something enough as far as she was concerned. Taking her hands from her hips though, Fleur stepped over toward Oryn—taking note at last that she still donned her pajamas. Yep, a part of her had forgotten about that. Stopping before him, she knelt down and gave Oryn a smile before she asked, “So, is Calcifer all right? Clyde’s little hissy fit stomp didn’t hurt him, did it?”

Though she was honest in inquiring about the state the boy’s toy had been left in, a part of Fleur’s mind was dwelling on thoughts regarding what it was Clyde had suggested, and the fact that she had a sinking feeling that Morgan and he were going to be up to something dangerous again soon. Despite what it was Morgan did say, I got a gut feeling that he’s going to act on Clyde’s idea in some way, we might find ourselves involved with the Underground. Keeping a comforting smile on her face, Fleur kept herself knelt down in front of Oryn. I wonder if . . . maybe I shouldn’t say something to the rest of the Children . . . ? It might just be a suspicion, and saying something could get me in trouble or irk Morgan and Clyde, but, their choices concern us too, they’re what brought us together as a group—as something of a weird family.

She didn’t know for the moment, and hopefully, that uncertainty she carried wouldn’t be something any of the Children picked up on quite yet. If she didn’t know what to do, she didn’t want to be forced into having to make a forced-decision yet.

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"How are you?" Oryn asked. Kyveli felt a smile pull at her lips [or it felt like it], as she was pleased at the response. "I'm..okay.." Maybe she didnt sound as bad as she believed she did.. But her smile vanished as she noticed the change in Oryn as Clyde entered the room. And maybe it was just her..but he seemed pissed. But when Clyde, her superior, stomped on the poor and helpless toy, Calicifer, it confirmed her suspisoun. As expected of Clyde.. luckily enough it wasent her headphones..
Though, dispite her emotionless and flat self, she felt a bit of..anger? Or was it guilt. Her fist clenched tightly, and she barely noticed.

Kyveli always wondered about Clyde. People told her that she was related to her somehow, and they got that how? Probably from the headphones he constantly wore, just like her, but even so she saw no other relation. With a small nod toward her surperiors, she turned back to Oryn, hoping to comfort him. Sadly enough, Fleur beat her too it. “So, is Calcifer all right? Clyde’s little hissy fit stomp didn’t hurt him, did it?” Her eyes softened at that, and she fingered the cord of her headphones in comfort.

"Done anything interesting lately?" Kyveli turned her attention towards Rillian, while jealousy seeped through her skin. She always looked up to Fleur..for her abilties to speak, and to express herself in general. Kyveli never got to that.. well, after the incident. Though, her emotionless self did serve a purpose. It hid weakness, and pain, so it wasent as bad as she thought it was. Shaking her head towards Rillian, she gave it a thought about the past. They never really did anything without their leader's permission...and she wasent given any mission in awhile.. so nothing really.

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Fleur confessed that she wasn't doing anything special lately, other than getting lost again. A small grin played across Rillian's face for a moment. Everyone in the Lost had something special about them, and Fleur's thing was getting lost. It sort of fit her. She was in a rebel group called the Lost and she got lost often. Irony was funny.

Morgan dragged Clyde off to the back and the two continued talking. Rillian was curious but she knew better than to disrupt the conversation of the leader and his second and command. Maybe they were planning a new raid. That would be exciting and a break from the monotony. Even if it was dangerous. If there was a good enough plan danger could be reduced.

Kyveli shook her head at Rillian's question. It was true there wasn't much to do but there had to be something people were doing in the meantime. I guess not. Nevertheless, it was good to try at conversation, even if it fell flat. In a raid things could be planned to a certain extent. People guarding things would have orders to do certain things and act certain ways. They had an objective in mind: to keep whatever they were guarding safe. In a conversation no one had orders or directions. It was much harder to predict how people would react. You couldn't even tell what they wanted unless they straight out told you. Even then they could be lying. Sometimes raiding was much simpler than talking to people.

Morgan and Clyde left. Kyveli would probably be in charge in their absence.

Rillian rubbed her arms again. The feeling they had was honestly unpleasant; they felt sort of asleep. "I need to fly. I'm just going to head out to the roof and change. I won't be long."

Rillian stood up and left the common room. She took the stairs to the top of the roof and changed shape. She looked about with her keen osprey eyes. The run down city wasn't much to look at, especially for a bird of prey, but at least people were not inclined to look at the sky in it. Launching into the air, she couldn't surpress a screech of pleasure. Flying equated freedom, even if there were some risks to it.

The rivers of air were buoyant enough to support her. Rillian slowly spiraled upward, surveying the city from her height. Some movement at the base of the mill caught her eye. Someone was milling about, probably looking for an entrance. What the heck was he doing? She angled downward and circled about aout ten feet over his head. Landing on a window ledge she rapped the window loudly with her beak twice, the signal that something was going on outside. She looked down at the man. He didn't look like anything special, but that could easily be a disguise. Rillian fluttered down to a lower perch to get a better look at him. There was nothing that out of the ordinary about him, but he did carry a pack with him. Could he be carrying explosive? Another screech, a warning this time, warbled out of her throat. If this man tried anything funny she would defend her home and friends.

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Vernigen Soletra


Vernigen followed Tallen to a sewage pipehole. With brief words she told him her plan and he nodded. He decided to stay out of the way unless she needed help. Tallen seemed to be fine with that. Vernigen went to a pile of rubbish behind some garbage cans, pretending to be fully absorbed in trying to find something useful in the junk.

Sooner than later he heard a male voice explaining the attributes of members of the underground. Then Tallen said, "I'd honestly hoped you'd be a bit more of a challenge to catch, Kishitora...but thank you. You've provided me with the Intel that I need about the underground. It will be easy aprehending the Prince now."

Kishitora? That was the code name of the Knight Morgan before he left and formed the Lost. So Tallen had him. "You are the one known as Clyde, no? Your number...what was it...ah yes, I remember now. 0-5-1-3-7, and your power...a minor type of Pyrokenisys. Family of two other siblings, both male, one deceased. Parents deceased soon after your younger brother was born. No, you are not on my capture list, you may go," Vernigen's fellow knight continued.

Vernigen heard a faint cracking noise. He slowly moved over so he could see what was going on. He would be visible to others now, but that could help Tallen if she was in trouble. There was strength in numbers. He saw two orange haired males confronting Tallen, one of them being Morgan. Vernigen hadn't actually seen Morgan in real life before but he could recognize the once-Knight from pictures. Morgan had apparently broken through Tallen's power.

"I take it...you're a Knight, correct?" Morgan said.

Vernigen took a step forward, about to announce himself, when he felt a shiver of pain brush up against his body. It was gone in an instant, but it made him stumble. In his haste to regain balance he stepped on an old, brittle metal can, the resulting crunching noise horribly loud. With more graceful steps he made his way to Tallen's side. There was no chance of a surprise attack now. What was with the pain?

"Yes, Kishitora, we are Knights. This will be easier if you surrender now." Vernigen said. It wasn't a walk in the park to say a truthful statement in this situation. His mutation was an annoyance. Vernigen desperately wished he had his staff with him now. Oh well, hands would have to do. "What say you, Ki-"

Vernigen gasped as the pain hit him again. This time it was hot, raging hot, and shot throughout his body. He crumpled over and curled up into a fetal position as the pain continued. It felt like every nerve was being burned, electrocuted, and jabbed with needles all at the same time. Normally it would have been embarassing to be curled up like a small child in front of enemies but at the moment Vernigen could care less. He couldn't think of anything other than the pain. His breathing rate accelerated and he became totally unaware of anything else. Thankfully unconciousness enveloped him like a soft, dark blanket that shut out the intolerable, mind numbing pain.

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Although he was unaware of it Vernigen's body changed. It lengthened and stretched. Clothes melted away. Red and blue wings sprouted from his back. His skin changed to a blood red and his entire body became serpentine. His alternate body and personality had taken over.

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Veritas found himself lying on the ground. He quickly rose and opened his eyes. His surroundings were blurry at first but they came into focus within seconds. The last time he had emerged he had been in a different place, one with far less people. No people, in fact. This time there were other beings, sentient beings, who were present. Of course, he had only emerged once before, so he had little idea of the surrounding area. He was weaker then. He wasn't used to having a physical form at the time, and still probably wouldn't have perfect coordination, but he was more ready for true life than before.

He looked at the people around him. One was a female with a white haze about her that had streaks of the dark blue color of caution. There was a male with an eyepatch and orange hair who also had dark blue in his aura but he had a more curious blend of determination's stone grey and anger's burnt orange. Another oranged-hair male had a fiery red aura of bright-as-blood recklessness.

It looked like some sort of fight was going on, or at least a conflict. It probably would have been easiest for Veritas to just leave the scene, but that would have been cowardly and undignified. Instead he stretched his wings and let a growl rumble out of his throat, just to show the humans that he was not to be taken lightly. He was terribly outnumbered and slightly unused to a body, but they didn't need to be reminded of that. What they did need to know was how impressive he was.

"I am Veritas," he announced, his voice a little raspy. What should he say past that? He wasn't sure, but something would be better than sitting around and looking stupid. Perhaps something awe inspiring or threatening? No, that wouldn't be the best idea. He was outnumbered, after all. If he was perceived as too much of a threat that would be just as bad as being viewed as a weakling. He flicked his tail uneasily. Veritas couldn't really control when he emerged, and now definintely was a bad time to have done so. Oh well. He couldn't take that back now. Who knew when he would have another chance to live? "What is going on here?" he asked.

Probably not the most eloquent of questions, but it would get information flowing. If the situation turned sour he could still turn tail. He found himself mot wanting this, though. He wanted to pick a side amongst these humans. The world was empty when it was lonely. Without telling them he decided this would be a time for them to try to win him over. Although he didn't know it, Veritas was going through a sort of imprinting stage. Like a baby bird to its mother, he would imprint on a living thing that he would acknowledge as a leader. This could be changed, but it wouldn't be easy to break a first impression. He was still rather new to real life instead of being an experiment induced fragment of conciousness.

Veritas looked expectantly from human to human, wanting an answer and wanting it soon. Why were they taking so long?

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As it seemed that Oryn was keeping to himself again, Fleur simply gave the boy a smile, hoping that Calcifer was indeed all right, and that Clyde hadn’t managed to do any real harm to the stuffed toy in his hissy fit. A part of her was still dwelling on the whole weirdness she inwardly felt about what it was Morgan and Clyde were up to. Even if she were directionally impaired and something of a major ditz, she knew when things were up. Fleur looked up when it was that the Second in Command slipped back through the room, hurriedly, seeming to be gearing up for something.

A sigh escaped from her, as she knew her thoughts were confirmed, he and the Leader were going to be up to something, something potentially dangerous, as usual it seemed. Great, looks like I’m going to be nothing but a loony worrywart until it is the two idiots get back from whatever in the Hell secret mission they’re setting out on. She shook her head, a visible frown formed. Honestly, those two were reckless, whether or not they were the leaders of a rebel group, of the Lost; Fleur really wished that they would find it in themselves to be more careful.

Fleur’s eyes went to Kyveli, as it was the girl gave a shake of her head to Rillian, answering her question of whether or not she’d been up to anything interesting. With both Clyde and Morgan out of the mill, gone doing who knew what, Kyveli would be left in charge of the Children, herself included. Of course, Fleur had no qualms with that at all, the girl was definitely worthy of that, as she herself wouldn’t do well trying to be in charge of anyone or thing on her own. . . . So, it was that she gave a smile to the pigtailed teenager before she got up to her feet, which were still very much bare. Right pajamas still, I need to change my clothes, er, or actually get into them. she thought to herself, shifting her gaze from side to side.

She was the only one of the Children still in their sleepwear. Rillian was rubbing her arms again, Fleur could only guess that they were hurting her. “I need to fly. I'm just going to head out to the roof and change. I won't be long.” she informed them, a sort of desperation was evident in her voice—having the need to do something like that was not a sentiment Fleur was familiar with. But, she gave Rillian a nod as she got up and left the room. The girl had to do what she had to do, after all.

With her worries about Clyde and Morgan still gnawing away at the back of her mind, Fleur set her hand on the back of her head as the other came to be placed upon her hip. Those two, whatever they were up to . . . if it got them into some serious trouble, she was so going to chew them out, whether or not they were technically her superiors—so what if they were above her? Honestly, even if they are above me, they sure aren’t acting like it. Our leaders, and they go and act like they have nothing to worry about, they keep secrets from us and go off on these little suppose to be hush-hush operations where they could wind up in some serious dilemmas or even dead. . . . as she thought to herself, a weary sigh slipped from her mouth. Did any of the other Children get tired of how those two acted, or was it just her . . . ?

When a loud, but happy sort of screech filtered through the walls of the steel mill from the outside world, Fleur lazily looked upward, knowing that was probably Rillian, vocalizing her relief and joy to be flying. “It’s nice to know that Llian’s a happy camper. It must be wonderful to be able to fly like that.” Fleur mused aloud, her voiced thought wholly different from the ones flittering about within her skull. Inwardly, she was still mentally ranting to herself about how irresponsible Clyde and Morgan tended to act when they were supposed to be those that were relied on by the Children, herself included. Turning on her heel, Fleur stretched her arms out above her head with a groan, standing there silent a moment afterward, drawing her hands down behind her neck.

Tired of keeping it quiet, she spoke her thoughts, whether or not they actually mattered. “Y’know, while I get the whole ‘they-are-our-leaders’ thingy, Morgan and Clyde’s random vanishings and such are kind of getting old.” Even if Morgan had expressed relatively clear dislike for the plan Clyde had proposed regarding them associating themselves with the Underground. . . . He and the Second in Command suddenly leaving right after the whole matter had been drudged up more or less told Fleur what they were up to, whether or not they were trying to be surreptitious. “I swear; I’m going to age twice as fast as I should because I spend so much time worry about them. . . . I’ll be forty by the time I’m twenty.”

Taking a step toward the hallway, a lazy look passed over her face, “Anywho, soooo, I’m gonna go change and all that. It’s probably not best for me to wander around in a tanktop and spandex shorts all day when anything could happen, right?”

With that, the Ice Queen took to the halls of the mill again, attempting to seek out her room. Although she had managed to get herself lost earlier that morning, having wandered down to the basement while trying to locate the common room, it seemed like it was always easier for her to get back to her room than to get anywhere from it. She didn’t know why that was, but that simply seemed to be how it went. After taking a few turns here and there through the dim corridors, her thoughts settling themselves into merely making it back to the small and tiny little room that was suppose to be her private haven, the whole bit with Clyde and Morgan beginning to annoy her with how they were acting slipped to the back of her mind. Oh, that’d come up again, but for now she would lay it to rest.

One of her hands found its way to the knob on the door that led into her room, and she entered into the little square, heading for a box placed in the corner of the room, she pulled the tops up and open, dragging some wrinkled clothing out from within it—green military issued pants, a jacket and some boots with a wedge heel on it that pushed her height up by a good two and half inches. It took a few minutes for her to dress herself, along with a few moments and incidents of her tipping and stumbling around her room while trying to get her pants and shoes on. Pulling her jacket on over her tanktop, a weary sigh slipped from the teenager’s mouth. “Even my clothes have it out for me . . . first my sheets, and now this, I wonder if all fabrics have decided that they want me to suffer.”

Stepping back out of her room, shutting the door behind her, Fleur looked from side to side, blinking as a confused look came over her face. “Common room . . . common room, damn it, which way did I come from again?” she mumbled to herself, unsure of how to get back to where she just came from. Shaking her head, she shrugged, “I’m never going to figure it out if I just stand here, lollygagging.” With that said, she took to the right . . . keeping herself quiet in her idle wanderings until it was she heard it, the sound of something rapping against glass rather fervently. Of course, the noise was muffled, but as it always did in the mill, the sound carried through the halls. Ceasing her movements, Fleur stood silent. What was . . . ? she thought.

Then she heard yet another screech, a warning call, again it was muffled. Rillian. . . .

Without giving it a second thought, she took to running through the mill, taking random turns whenever they came up until, finally, she found herself again in the common room, by some make or miracle, she hadn’t managed to get lost that time. She didn’t take the time to stop from running when she managed to return into the room, nor to speak to either Kyveli or Oryn, instead, Fleur merely made her way toward the door that led to the outside. Rillian wouldn’t have tried to warn them of something if she didn’t think it was important, and if she were outside, alone with whatever she was trying to convey a warning about, then she could’ve been in serious trouble. Without warning or hesitation, Fleur suddenly exited the mill, outside, “Is everything all right?!” she called out, meaning to address Rillian, however Fleur resisted using her fellow Child’s name.

Within her line of sight was an unfamiliar person, a male who, while looking ordinary and harmless enough, was a definite stranger who was out of place, wandering around outside of the old steel mill. Fleur kept her mouth shut, a cautious expression having taken root upon her features.

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Oryn stayed silent to Fleur's inquiry, still slightly ticked off. If anything, he wanted to forget it as soon as possible. Well, for him, that wouldn't be especially hard, but. . . . He'd have to wait for a while. The blonde blinked slowly, eying his soft toy, before twirling it in the air with a soft expression on his face. He glanced at Rillian as she spoke. "I need to fly. I'm just going to head out to the roof and change. I won't be long." Oh, how he wished to cling to her and go flying too; he imagined the sensation would be rather exciting. But he just nodded and suppressed the urge to leap onto her back as she left.

“Y’know, while I get the whole ‘they-are-our-leaders’ thingy, Morgan and Clyde’s random vanishings and such are kind of getting old.” Fleur said. Oryn smiled in agreement, but his eyes drifted more to Calcifer floating in the air. Suddenly, he dropped and Oryn found himself slightly short of breath, using his telekinesis for too long. Luckily though, he caught the rabbit before it tumbled to the ground. “Anywho, soooo, I’m gonna go change and all that. It’s probably not best for me to wander around in a tanktop and spandex shorts all day when anything could happen, right?”

"Oh, have fun then!" Oryn said cheerfully, grinning up at Fleur. Of course, changing wasn't exactly an exciting activity, but Oryn always had fun finding new clothes. A few minutes later, he heard Rillian's cry (which he forgot was the warning call) and after a few minutes, Fleur was racing through the common room, going straight to the door. Oryn's eyes followed her before he jumped up and beckoned Kyveli with his hand which wasn't holding his rabbit.

Fleur was already at the door, shouting to Rillian. “Is everything all right?!” Oryn rushed to the door, expecting to see Rillian in trouble but not much seemed to happen. No, there was a man. . . . A random stranger. He seemed to mistake Fleur's call to Rillian as addressed to himself. Oryn only stared at him with evil eyes as he spoke to Fleur.

"Everything is much better now that I have caught a glimpse of your beauty," he said, and Oryn grabbed Fleur around the waist like a small child protecting an older sister. "Pray tell fair maiden, what is thy name... also you wouldn't happen to know of any gangs that might possibly be staying round here? I have something to discuss with them." Oryn blinked. Gangs? Oh no, no, no! Have they found our base? Shall I rid us of him? Unconsciously, far out of the man's view - due to him and Fleur both being in the door - Oryn was raising all the things in the common room behind him slightly, but he noticed quickly and they hit the ground with a clatter. Oryn glanced up at Fleur, before closing his eyes tightly. He didn't mean to and he was apologising quietly, repeatedly, in tiny whispers.

The blonde glanced up at Fleur. "I didn't mean to, I promise." he whispered, clinging to her even more as he shook his blonde locks quickly. Oryn looked over to the man; his eyes were glaring darkly but he smiled sweetly. "I believe that you should offer your name first, before asking for another?" Oryn straightened up fully, and though he was still short, shorter than Fleur, he was pretty sure he could just not answer the man's question, so he then did not lie. Or. . . . he could forget it! Yes, just forget it. Oryn closed his eyes for a few seconds, and bam! the question was already gone from his mind, just like the incident with Calcie and Clive, or even having a conversation with the others in the morning.

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Kyveli eyes glassed over as she was lost in numbers. Literally. Being an ION girl had its kinks and this was one of them. If she was unfocused for a period of time, she would fall under a trance of information. Why this happens? She doesn't know, but she calls it a little glitch.
Luckily enough for her, it wasn't so bad, so she could hear Morgan saying something. Something mentioning her name. "We need to go now. I have a hunch the Underground hasn't moved yet, they were growing too large to just up and run without notice, it would take time, a lot of it, so if we're lucky...they'll be right where I left them. Leave Kyveli in charge while we're gone, tell them it's recon, but don't say anything else. Fluer can be Ky's back-up. I trust the girl, but never her sense of direction, god help her. Get your gear and meet me back here. Odd enough, the entrance to the Underground isn't very far into the city." 'M-Me..?' If it wasn't for the glitch, her eyes would have widen a centimeter, for having a responsibility like that made her swell up in..shock, pride? Some emotion along the line, But without a thought more, she felt herself being pulled by a hand, as she was under the trance, which she was grateful for she didn't want to be left behind. "T-Thank...3425- you." She shook her head back to earth, and her eyes melted back to its still- emotionless self.

Looking around, she saw herself outside which was alright if they weren't going to catch any attention, but sadly they already did. "Pray tell fair maiden, what is thy name... also you wouldn't happen to know of any gangs that might possibly be staying round here. I have something to discuss with them," She rose a brow at his direction, confused on his ways of speaking. 'Strange..? Gangs..?' Kyveli scanned the man, taking in his electric signals and such, knowing for a fact that he wasn't one of them, but then again who was he? The headphones around her neck whispered 'Danger..caution..' But she choice to ignore it when she heard the sudden clatter of items from- she assumed Oryn's power. This signaled stress and it was obvious too, until the memories were pulled right out of Oryns systems. 'This man might cause trouble..' Doing a head count of their members, she nodded a bit, and started to calculate plans if anything were to happen. 'He might not be alone.'
The first rule in her book was to show no emotion, fear, weakness, and remain calm. but Honestly she never did have a choice on this rule, although she didn't think too much of it, for she had better things to think about.
Glancing at Fleur, she watched for any signs of suspicioun or caution, because Kyveli had no idea on how to react to this man, seeing how he held no real threat...but he was a stranger after all.
'Better safe then sorry.'

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Remaining in the doorway of the mill, she kept her eyes glued to this stranger, a serious look kept over her face, who knew what might be expected when it was a stranger managed to show up on the doorstep of their current home. They were the Lost, after all, a rebel group, they were wanted and had two headstrong idiots leading them, so danger was a definite concern, caution much needed for the sake of safety. No matter how harmless someone looked, and no matter how it was Fleur wanted to regard people, anyone, she knew well enough that for the sake of those she loved, for the sake of her family, she couldn’t act open and warm to everyone, especially not when things began like this. A random guy just showing up where it was they were hiding was . . . just something that couldn’t be overlooked or taken lightly, and even if he looked like one of the most unassuming people in the world, and even on the lazy side, Fleur would dare to think as much, he could not be regarded as not being a potential hazard to herself and the other Children.

Morgan and Clyde had gone out on one of their escapades again, which meant that the Children had to fend for themselves, even if Kyveli was named leader in their absence, she was still as much a Child as herself. I swear, if something bad happens while those two hotheads are gone, and I die, I am so-o-o-o-o-o going to haunt them until they go insane and join me in Hell.

Fleur could sense a presence hovering around behind her; Oryn had come when it was she’d called out before. Before anything more could be said though, the seemingly ordinary man spoke himself, seeming to have assumed that the question she herself had posed was directed at him. . . . “Everything is much better now that I have caught a glimpse of your beauty,” A visible frown formed over Fleur’s face at that line, well, it was something of a frown crossed over with a deadpanned sort of expression.

Okay, so we have a wannabe Casanova. Before the weirdo continued, Fleur felt arms wrap around her middle, tightly, protectively. A questioning look formed over her face and her dark-eyes flickered down, to see Oryn clinging onto her like a younger brother would to an older sister, to keep her safe from this strange man.

A soft smile formed over her face from the boy’s action, and she set a hand on his head before stripping the smile from her features to look back to wannabe-Casanova with a solemn look as he droned on. “Pray tell fair maiden, what is thy name... also you wouldn't happen to know of any gangs that might possibly be staying round here. I have something to discuss with them," So, he wanted her name, and he was speaking of gangs . . . damn, that was not at all good. The man spoke cheerily, in a way that Fleur would almost have deemed airheaded. She still had a hand settled upon the top of Oryn’s head, while she just stared at this guy, thoughts processing.

So, someone’s onto where we’ve been hiding. Now, if that’s the case why wouldn’t this guy just up and maybe assume that we weren’t the ‘gang’ he was looking to talk with? Her thoughts continued, while it was that Oryn caught her attention, there was a something of a sinister air to him, an aura that bespoke of definite danger. Fleur knew what was up . . . he got like that anytime any of the Lost came under potential threat. A couple of seconds after looking at him, there was a montage of noises from back inside the mill, all sorts of things seemed to have gone clattering to the ground all at once She knew what that was, Oryn’s powers. She could hear him apologizing, rapidly, repetitively, whispering it out in a panic. He looked up to her, seemingly uncertain of himself.

“I didn't mean to, I promise.” he apologized to her, honestly sounding regretful, as if he’d done something truly wrong, before his grip around her diaphragm tightened a bit more, causing her to squeak a bit in surprise while Oryn shook his head. She knew what this was leading into. A sinister glint shone within the boy’s eyes, though he smiled in a lovable, and seemingly kind enough manner before it was he spoke, and Fleur kept her hand on the blonde-boy’s head, ”I believe that you should offer your name first, before asking for another?” he asked, tone of voice not indicative of Oryn’s usual persona in the slightest. This was the side of the boy that only showed up when it was that he felt like the Lost was under threat or was in danger, but she knew what to expect next.

Just as suddenly as Oryn had shifted into dark-mode, he just as quickly came out of it, he stood to his fully height, shorter still than her, he let go of her middle and squeezed his eyes shut. He’s forgetting. she thought with a sigh, turning her eyes back to the white-haired man, her thoughts going back to him, though her hand remained on top of Oryn’s head despite his change in attitude and in position. Okay, so, what to do about wannabe-Casanova there . . . ? Fleur thought, remaining quiet as she tried to think—the guy knew something about the Lost, and there was no way a normal person would just up and be wandering around looking for them at all, no that wasn’t right. For someone to be seeking them out; there was a motive there; something that Fleur knew was not at all good.

Kyveli was there, watching over the situation, probably trying to figure out what to do, just like she was. What do we do? Even if I don’t know who this guy is working with or for, or anything, it’s obvious enough that people are onto where we’ve been holing up. It doesn’t help that Idiot Leader One and Two have decided to ditch us for some covert rendezvous with the Underground.

It was at this point that Rillian decided to intervene herself, and so she glided on down from where it was she’d been perched before, and changed back into her usual spindly self, behind this guy, looking every bit as serious as Fleur herself and Kyveli. She spoke, “Whether everything is all right or not depends on you, Mister. And what interest do you have in gangs? I'm thinking whatever it is it's unhealthy.” While it was she was trying to seem maybe confident, intimidating even, Fleur managed to overhear the bird-girl’s stomach growl from where it was she stood, still in the doorway of the mill. Following a moment of silence from her, Rillian continued on with before, trying to compose herself it seemed as it was she tapped on the bag the man hand with him, “What's in here?”

A sigh slipped from Fleur as it was she went back to thinking, I swear, Morgan, Clyde you two are so . . . gah, you two are so stupid sometimes, leaving us on our own, just to have to deal with this when you poof to do whatever. Putting her gaze back on this guy, she tried to figure out what to now do. So, he flirted with me, or tried to majorly, even if he was really bad at it, I think I can take him as a sucker for women. . . . Something to use.

The man smiled a normal looking smile at Rillian when it was she poked at his bag, inquiring of the contents. He pulled from it what appeared to be a bag of chips, offering them up to the bird-girl. “Hmmm, I dunno if it’s such a great idea to talk about gangs and stuff out in the open, I mean if someone over heard they might think I was trying to join a rebel's gang and mark me as a traitor, who knows what kind of horrible punishments I would get for such a thing.” he rambled on, seeming to try to get at the fact that he didn’t want to discuss this out in the open like they were beginning to. Fleur got that much, but there was no way she was going to let the guy inside the mill, what he had said just made him someone to hold caution toward even more! “As for my name, I am happy to give such a thing to two beautiful ladies but I dislike such a rude man as yourself hearing it. You can call me 'Cid'... 'Cid Valentine' and now that you know my name I would be honoured to know the names of two angels such as yourselves,” God, she wanted to gag.

He was hesitant in giving his name, enough so that it was obvious it had to be an alias, as far as she was concerned, and he was still trying to flirt. I’m sticking to addressing him as wannabe-Casanova. a rather blasĂ© expression graced Fleur’s face. Keeping in mind what she’d deduced before. . . . Though it sort of sickened her to even consider doing so, much less actually acting on the notion of it . . . Fleur got the idea that it might not be the worst idea in the world to proceed ahead with, maybe, an attempt at half-flirting back with this weirdo. If he was indeed a sucker for women, as his poor attempts at flirting seemed to show, then going through with the idea of it could well get wannabe-Casanova off their trail and keep them safe. God, I’m probably going to make myself sick by doing this, but it’s for the sake of my family. . . .

Fleur cast a glance to Kyveli and Rillian, one that more or less begged the two to not judge her for this, and to never mention what she was about to do again. . . . Disregarding what it was that Oryn had said before, and the caution Rillian had used in addressing the stranger, she removed her hand from the blonde boy’s head before it was she took a step forward, a rather playful smile forming over her face. “Lia, Ryn,” she started, referring to both Rillian and Oryn by shortened forms of their names in order to maintain some semblance of anonymity for her family. “There’s no need to be so suspicious of everyone who shows up around here, y’know? It’s not like we’re hiding anything after all~”

She stepped toward ‘Cid,’ hands behind her back, fingers laced together, still smiling. Stopping short of him, a small laugh came from her throat, “Now, Mister Cid, while Lia there may well be something akin to an angel, I must say that I’m nothing of the sort. And, I must say that you’re wasting your time here, and I’m sure that your time is precious. My sister, my brother and myself have no knowledge of gangs or anything of the sort I fear, all we’re trying to do is to survive . . . so we took up residence here since the place was far more inviting than many other places in the area.” She tilted her head to the side, smiling sweetly, tone of voice light and airy. “I’m not sure, but there’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing, is there?”

“Anyway, I’m sorry to tell you that we’re not aware of any ‘gangs,’ or anything of the sort around here.” Something of a questioning and regretful look formed on Fleur’s face, as it was she tapped an index finger on her jaw uncertainly. “Then . . . we’re not really out and about a lot given things, so, if there is anything up, then this would definitely be the first we’ve heard of anything.”

Morgan and Clyde are so going to pay for the fact that I have to act like this while they're off being nimrods. . . .