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Wondering a lethargy inducing forest hardly bode well for the up coming journey. There were worlds to be crossed and dangers to be over come, before the real mission could even start. And what was he doing? Trying to stay awake while he waited for a group of confused abductees to arrive. What better way to start such a crucial mission. Mind you, all these thoughts remained safely confined to Arador's head. He was hardly one to complain, or question orders, but that was easier done when a purpose was insight or an obstacle had to be over come. Given these lazy hours to contemplate the last five years didn't do his inner complexion any good. It gave his mind the time to recall and reminisce, and analyze all that had happened since he arrived in Lore'Ella. The resulting thoughts were mostly bitter and cynical. Despite all this his face remained passive, motions calm and confident, stride not broken for a moment. He still had to reach the glade after all.
If there had been a sun he would have glanced at it, but for lack of time telling device, Arador distracted himself by adding of up the various amounts of approximated time he'd spent since this morning. The minuets were getting into the high hundreds when he finally lost count. All was well though since, as he said to himself, he was right on time.
On entering the glade he could see the reality rippling outwards from some central origin. The travelers, or abductees as Arador called them in his mind, would soon be falling, and he did mean falling, out of the rift. For, you see, in the real world rifts to Lore’Ella always originate at the most unexpected and inconvinent places. No one simply "walks" through a rift to Lore'Ella. You are almost garneted to falls, or trip, or dive head first, into the rift. This makes some very amusing entrances, ones which Ardor was all too happy to sit back and wait for.
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Nothing.
He had just fallen from solid ground, through the sky to a completely different solid ground without the former solid ground anywhere to be seen. By what magic was this? he stood up making sure he was uninjured by testing the pain. There was nearly none he surmized as he stood so he assumed that nothing was broken, sprained or anythiong else. Tyris then took stock of his surroundings. there seemed to be an endless supply of trees here. More than he had ever seen in his life, all with that same strange bright colorings. But as he scanned the area his eyes fell upon a man sitting by a large tree.
Tyris loosened his sword in it's scabbard under his cloak as he approached this man.
"What is this place and who are you? Are you the cause of my sudden appearance here?" The words flowed out of Tyris' mouth. So many questions, so little time.
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"Sirs, please. Weapons away. Your comings here are not from any malicious intent on any party’s part. But intent aside you are both here, and most probably have the same goal in mind, mainly how to get back out, and if you would give me a moment of your time to explain, I can assure you all your misgiving will be put to rest. Now, that will never happen if my brains are splattered against a tree trunk. So I would advise you both again, to please retract your claws and pay heed to what I am about to convey to you both. If at the end, you both still feel the need to still stain this forest redder, I will make no move to stop you. With that said, if you would be so kind as to put your adrenaline on hold for a few moments all your questions will be answered."
This was said in one very long breath, he didn't really want to give anyone time to interrupt. He would have like to wait a little longer, but the intensity of the situation prompted action now.
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"As if you'd shoot. I see no benefit in it for you. All you're doing is getting in a fight that you would lose." Tyris then turned away from the arrival and continued walking toward this man sitting against the tree. That new man just seemed like an arrogant snob. Thinking he could just wave a gun around and everybody would obey him. He had no idea what strength was. Tyris again smirked to himself. He doesn't even know who or what I am,how can he even begin to judge my strength?
"So first question. What is this place?"
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He smiles suddenly, then puts his gun away, "You're not even worth my time..." this realization was enough to make him return his attention back to the man with the answers, or so he said.
He asks. "So, what are we doing here? And how do we get back?" Looking around at this place called Lore'ella, wondering if, maybe...
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"Are you two quite done?" Arador was losing his temper as he continued to contemplate what useless underlings he'd been dealt. "If so, I'll finish answering your questions." Sighing and running a hand through his hair Arador responded to the demon's question. "Yes, more should be coming. About two or three hopefully. They should arrive any minuet, but if it starts to grow too late we'll begin moving and they'll just have to catch up. Now, if you had been listening to the Nazi with cat ears, you would have heard me tell him that I can not divulge why you, or anyone else, are being summoned here. You will find that out when we reach Pax Castela." Slumping lower on the tree trunk, Arador blew a piece of hair out of his face. This was growing tiresome; he hoped one of the people coming out of eth rift next would provide some better conversation.
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Then he remembered, he remembered what he had been doing before, and this realization hurt him, it hurt him more than anything ever had. He tried his best to hide it, turning away, and walking casually until he found a tree to lean on.He begins thinking to himself, not caring what the others thought at the moment. He had to get back, he had to. There were no if's, buts, or hopefully's. He had to get back. To her.
He turns around and looks at the 'leader' of the group. "So, how long will all this take?" His eyes never leave him, he ignores the bratty demon for now. Maybe someone more sociable would show up. But that wasn't important, not now...
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In that moment of contemplation, someone began to appear through the rift. With a little more grace than her predecessors, Ishtar fell out and onto the ground. Ishtar had tan skin, sandy blond hair and aquamarine eyes. Arador couldn't help to be captivated when his own eyes locked with hers. Ishtar's immediate expression was that of confusion, but it was soon replaced with hard, calculating defiance. Something told Arador that this young woman was no stranger to weird happenings.
"Good afternoon." Arador's voice was casual; at least this one wasn't attacking him right off the bat.
"What's going on? Why am I here?" Ishtar's voice was authoritative, but not hostile. Arador sighed; this was why he'd wanted to wait to explain. But it couldn't be helped, so he began to recite everything he had just told Tyris and Wolf.
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