Christian appeared beside Daniel in his bubble of warmth and responded to the casual recommendation. "If we were to do that they would no longer have the choice of joining us or not, they would need to accept to survive. They would then latter attempt to betray us... We have no need for such people in our group. Don't you agree?" He was right of course, but beating someone into submission while offering our cooperation the entire time wasn't that much better. It was unimportant now anyway, finishing this now would allow us more time to rest. His body felt heavier as the seconds went on but soon those outside won't be able to stand up to a slight breeze let alone the three of them.

"Hopefully Jennifer arrives here safely, I wouldn't want her body to become one of your beautiful statues." It would be nice to have one, but that would remove a lot of her actual appeal. He was somewhat worried about her, as she did mention her dislike of the cold, but she was able to move faster than everyone else. He saw her, once again with the backdrop of her thunderclouds and flashes of light, floating in the sky looking around, most likely for where the warmth would be. I'll apologize and make it up to her when we're done. Before she had seen them Christian pointed yet another person out to Daniel. This one was moving rather relatively normally for what the temperature should be. "He seems to not be bothered by the cold... Wonder who he is..." He didn't know but it was a little annoying to see some one resistant to his power, at least until he began to slow and stiffen.

Jen finally found them in the place she once stood and appeared behind them. Giving them a smile she uttered something most likely targeted to the person she was fighting. "Well no, actually, if you're stupid and climb a tree or something then it's totally not my fault." He had no idea what she was talking about but it was probably not too important. She rubbed the cold off of her arms and Daniel noticed the now clear sky. She sat down, or collapsed depending on how specific you need to get on the definition, and watched the people who should no longer be a problem. "Hey guys? Uhm, just so you know, if something hits this roof here particularly hard; it'll blow up. Just saying. So you might want to make sure Woody over there doesn't chuck some giant tree or something. That or completely demolish whatever's coming." That could of course be a problem. An explosive building did sound like a good idea, it was just a few hours late to apply it.

Turning to the girl, he gave a somewhat confused look. And considering how long it had been since he had dropped the temperature far below freezing, encasing everything in ice that had not already had this treatment applied by Daniel directly, he released his control of it. Allowing the cold to linger was just to be sure that there wasn't any aggression left. He sighed and offered his hand to Jen, regretful that this was keeping her from resting. "We probably shouldn't stay here then." Unfortunately his passed reassurance that the others no longer posed a threat was damaged; he heard someone that was definitely conscious, just not very coherent, hesitant even.

Anson attention was switched to the younger but with the Dragon. Anson had never got his name. Well maybe he had said it and Anson just hadn’t been listening. Still behind Christian, he held his spear tight, looking at the boy fly in the air. He seemed mad, angry....insane even. His anger seemed to be directed to the girl that had shot the bolt. Anson chuckled. It had looked painful...It was understandable that the boy was really mad. But it wasn’t a normal mad. It was a mad that didn’t give a shit about anything but hurting the person who hurt him. Anson listened to him talk. "I really disliked being crazy but did that stop anyone from locking me up or shoving pills down my throat?" Pills? So Anson’s hypothesise was justified. The boy was insane and he had been in a hospital of some sort in the past. He shrugged rubbing his eyes and yawning. Anson felt tired, as usual. Somehow using his magic made him really tired and hungry. He heard his stomach growl. He looked at his back pack and gulped. There was food in there. But he knew this wasn’t the time to eat. He gulped again. Moving as quickly as he could, he dropped, opened his bag, took a piece of dried meat and ate it in one shot. He then stood up straight, relieved no one had seen him.

Christian seemed to really want that boy in his group. Anson smirked as the boy replied. "And as far as joining you is concerned I'd like to consider my options!" Anson was sure the boy would join sooner or later. He looked up at him again as he cut himself and prepared to fight. All this time Anson had ignored Christian. He wasn’t worried because he knew Christian was focused on the boy also.

And then Christian responded to Anson. "I know what you're talking about, Zio Anson. Historically there have been many people who have tried to bring peace to this world with chaos and destruction... but they all had failed.” Anson nodded, remembering he had taught to his student a week ago. The Romans had taken over half of Europe. They had succeeded but in the end they had failed and lost their empire. “But you forget dear Zio, those individuals did not have the power necessary to bring forth their beliefs into fruition. We however do... Look around you Zio Anson, there is no one here who could stop us. Not even this countries mighty military could hope to bring about this much destruction with as little members as our group has... No, not even those who belonged to these defence forces could hope to kill us... They fell down and begged for their lives just as an animal would going to the slaughter house...” Anson smirked. Damn this kid was cock... talking as if he was a god. He was far from being a god. But Anson had another idea...a theory. The magic they possessed couldn’t have just appeared for their generation. There must have been people with the same powers in the past. Their ancestors...but Anson would keep that theory for himself....”No, we are not like those who had come before us, we are greater, and we shall bring forth the new world era which shall bring all nations to their knees crying for forgiveness... You shall witness that day to come, and I promise you that it will be a sweet victory for us...We shall rule over this world, and we shall bring peace to it. Even if our Utopia must become a Dystopia."

Anson sighed. This kid and his buddies really had a strange vision...maybe he was the only one who thought this way...Maybe he was the only one who had this vision. Anson shrugged. He would stop them...stop all of them. Hopefully with the help of other Elementalist that would arrive soon to help him.

Anson then shivered as the temperature dropped. He didn’t get cold easy but this drop of temperature had been sudden. Very sudden and it had made him shiver. Then Christian had spoken again. "Sorry Zio, I guess I can't play around with you for much longer. Allow me to show you one more technique of mine." Anson hadn’t realized what he had said before it had been too late. Christian hit him with his two palms. The hit had been hard and had made Anson stumble back. “You Bastard...” The attack had been quick and Anson had been lost in his thought, not reacting quick enough to stop him. He had actually dropped his weapon and grabbed Christian’s wrists but before he could have pushed him away his palms had met his body. Already Anson’s felt the poison run threw his body

"You might not feel it now, but in a few seconds your body shall begin to fall into paralysis, rendering you helpless. However someone of your power and prestige shouldn't die in such a way, and I had followed up by also applying that poison's antidote, which should start to work within an hour. Don't feel bad Zio, you shall live long enough to see our Utopia... I promise you at least that."

Anson struggled to talk. “Damn Kid...that hurt...a lot.” Anson coughed already feeling the poison make his body numb. “Power and Prestige? Thanks....I’m honoured” Anson coughed again, feeling his throat numb also.
“You gave me... the antidote also? How nice...” Anson coughed again and then Christian left, leaving Anson numb, unable to move and talk. Soon he fell on the ground, unable to move. He seemed to be sleeping, but his mind was still active. He hoped a friendly person would find him and protect his body while the antidote took effect...in an hour. Anson would have screamed. “That was a cheap shot!” he said in his head.

Cole Perked up as she sent more electricity at him and quickly blocked his chest with his hands and scalpel which acted as a lightning rod leading the shock into his metal filled gloves. His finger tips felt a bit charred, especially where they were touching hot metal, but at least she hadn't echoed a thousand volts through his heart.

"You're gonna die girly" He hissed as she retreated with her clouds and lightning shot down from the sky. As the lightning began to clear and his blood began to cool he first noticed the freezing temperature around them. His heart rate rocketed to a significantly higher rate than others and the increased speed of his blood flow worked to warm his core and muscles to keep them unaffected, he would get tired faster like this and be closer to going berserk but he could risk it if it meant staying warm and unaffected by the cold.

"Drake," Cole gained the attention of the dragon with a crazy look in his eye. "Go distract them, I have an idea!" He smirked and jumped off the back of the dragon to free fall to the ground bellow. While the invisible dragon joined the miss matched group on the exploding roof. The dragon landed with a loud thud, probably strong enough to explode the roof but maybe not?

Regardless, Cole free fell into a painful roll where he quickly tucked his body together on impact fractured his back bone and rolled into a crumpled ball a few feet from earth dude. Before even attempting to move his mind went to work calculating the bone structure and proper sizing of his left shoulder until the bone began reforming in a stronger state. He sighed as the final pop fully reconstructed the bone. He was breathing heavily after the fall, it felt so good to get hurt like that and then to reconstruct bone felt snapping, his entire shoulder molding and popping under his flesh it felt amazing!

Chuckling he rose and turned to the earth guy lying helpless on the ground. "You're not unconscious, I can tell that much. So what did the Christian guy do to you?" Cole approached the man who was pathetically defeated and lightly tapped the scalpel on the man's arm drawing blood. Licking the scalpel he tasted the spice of poison and the sweetness of an antidote, but it was more bitter due to its dormant state in the man's body.

"HA! You can't move! This is perfect!!!" Cole's eyes flashed a brilliant bloody red and he scrambled from his kneeling position besides the man to his feet. Smiling he made a few small incisions on both of the man's elbows and the backs of his knees then a final careful cut on the back of his head. They were tiny but enough to draw blood.

"Rise and Shine!" He smirked evil and gestured toward his new puppet. The small holes on his fingertips proved useful as blood strings formed connecting him and the earth elementalist. He twitched his fingers upwards forcing the man to stand up he didn't immediately rise and Cole was beginning to doubt if his new idea would work. He wanted revenge on that lightning girl so badly he was ready to do anything!

Victor Quincy
San Fransisco Airport.

Victor began to freeze up. Not just mentally, but physically as well. His exoskeleton wasn't doing well in the cold, and was starting to harden up. If this kept up, he would be forced to let it recede, and then be humiliated by these complete strangers. That wouldn't be good. He might then want to take back his question. If he could remember what the words were. He was about to speak when he realized everything around him: There was a guy on the ground, behind the man that he heard from another dude as Christian. He then realized a guy screaming at a girl, yelling about how the man on the ground couldn't move and just overall sounding like a jackass. It wasn't until the dude started making cuts in the man that Victor quickly turned away.

It was times like these that he wished that his bipolar kicked in so he could feel extremely happy and just say anything. But with his luck he would just get angry, or stay the way he was - scared, shy. He looked at the Christian guy and wished he could just disappear. But then he remembered that these people may have been the ones to get him out of this city, and that coupled with the fact that his music was still playing gave him some strength.
"Um.." He said again, but then gained a little confidence to speak a little below a normal talking voice. "Are you the ones that destroyed the city? The ones that are those 'unknown' faction the governments are freaking out about?" That was all he could say before he clammed up again. The cold was starting to really piss him off. And that scared him. And pissed him off. He wasn't sure which emotion would come on top. Either would be bad.

What made Victor confused was what they were doing. What was with all of this random fighting? Where they practicing, or going all out? He couldn't tell which one, because the fighting looked extremely serious. With his luck he would get hit by something.

"We probably shouldn't stay here then." Surprise and shock registered in Jen's face for a moment before she grinned and took Daniel's hand to rise. Huh. He's not angry? Just as she stood she felt an unnatural gust of wind blow by, almost as if some gigantic machine or monster was very, very close and about to land. Wait, about to land? You can't be serious-- Turning on the spot, Jen created a translucent white barrier under them just as the entire roof exploded, the energy blasting her upwards as the makeshift wall began to crack. Catching herself from flying off a couple feet into the air and quietly floated in place, Jen waited while the debris cleared off. Well. That teaches me not to rig an entire roof. Hopefully Christian and Daniel are okay.. At the very least, they shouldn't have fallen into the building, my barrier took care of that part, if anything. The crystal-like thin barricade was now thoroughly cracked everywhere, but not falling apart. That only happened of they tried to whack it extra hard one more time. The roof itself was only partially destroyed even now, Jen hadn't put all that much power into it anyway. The only difference from before were small holes in random places. Hey, crappy wall comes in handy in desperate situations.

Now convinced that her friends were most probably safe, Jen sighed and flew farther up into the air. A relatively tiny storm cloud materialized for a moment above her, sending a thunderbolt racing through her body once before completely dissipating. She just didn't have anymore energy to waste in keeping it around. And that makes the third time today. I'm halfway to my limit already. This is sad. If only THIS particular elementalist would just give up. But no, he has to make me run him through. Landing on a destroyed remnant of an airplane half a mile away from bubbleman and the others, Jen painstakingly crafted six arrows out of the broken metal shell. Taking a deep breath, she then evenly distributed all the gained raw energy she had taken from the lightning bolt just half a minute before into the six heavy steel projectiles. If the roof had this much potential, it would've shot us way more than a couple feet into the air. And half the building would've been vaporized. But hey, that's all six together. Shaking her head desperately to clear off a sudden wave of dizziness and spots, Jen rose slowly into the air while calling another bolt of lightning. Now it's only completely safe to summon one more. Wonderful.

She flew back and arrived just as bubbleman magically finished whatever he meant to do to Woody. Jen shrugged and addressed Bubble, ignoring the mysterious other for the time being. She had other things to worry about, for now. "Hey Bubble, I really, really wish you would just awesomely back off. I mean, it's not like I intentionally shot lightning at you without you provoking. It was meant for Woody over there. Really." She paused for a second and pounded the arrows with lightning through her hand, therefore letting them later ride along an electrical current with ease. "I'd even say sorry, but since you're so obviously blinded by something that was just as much your fault as mine..." Smiling and holding out her arrows, Jen seemed like she was about to give the guy something. Or use telekinesis, which she couldn't do. But that misconception lasted for only a second, for then she moved like lightning and ran a full circle. At different angles of this circle, six separate bolts of electricity and arrows shot inwards to make contact with Bubbleman (Or Woody, if he were in the way). If he survived the lightning, he'd have to deal with the arrows at the same time. These arrows would, of course, blow up as soon as they hit something. They were blunt, and would only burn a hole a couple inches in flesh. Then they'd disappear, like all Jen's creations did.

This all happened in a second, almost without warning. But as such an attack was so large-scale, Jen could already feel herself slipping into unconsciousness. Panicking and not wanting to be defenseless in front of Bubbleman (if he ever survived enough to do anything), she quickly called a last bolt of lightning down on herself and flew a couple miles away. There, beside a road at the edge of the airport, she lay down and created five dome-shaped translucent barriers based inside each other around her with the last of her energy. Then, on top of some rock or other, Jen fell asleep again like a rock and would stay that way for hours, or until a good night's sleep. If anything, her barriers would give some protection, until they were broken.

As Anson lay on the floor, he cursed at himself. How could he have left some guy hit him like that. Hardly able to speak, Anson was only able to make a loud rumbling noise with his throat. What had it been....10-20 minutes? Anson cursed again. He moved his eyes, which was the only part of his body he could move. He scanned what was in front of him. Nothing. Well apart from the fallen buildings and cracked streets. He closed his eyes.” Why did I have to fall facing the other side” he thought. Behind him he could hear the Kid and that lightning girl talk. They were fighting that; was obvious. That blood kid really hated her. He started thinking what he had learned to kill time.

These people meant business. They had goals and were planning to kill a lot of people to achieve these goals. Once he was free of this damn poison, Anson would search for other elementalists that would want to join his gang of “Good Guys.” Anson would have laughed....but he couldn’t. Good guys...funny thing to say. Just like in the movies. He also knew that these people knew each other. Even if they didn’t necessarily like each other, they knew each other and would probably defend one another....probably. So Anson made up his mind. He would go in hiding and find others like him who would want to fight by his side. Then Anson opened his eyes. Anson’s eyes widened. “How stupid can I be?” Anson had totally forgotten one of his powers. Closing his eyes, he imagined a specific plant. This plant was used to heal paralysation from snake bites. When he was sure he had the plant, he blew on the ground. In a matter of seconds that plant came from the ground but then died a few seconds after. These plants didn’t grow in San Fran so they died fast on this type of earth. Anson would need to act quickly. He would need to sniff some of it pollen. And even with that he wouldn’t be able to move one hundred percent. Christian’s poison was probably ten times stronger then normal snakes bite. He breathed as hard as he could. He tried multiple times and finally got some in his nose.

Then he heard footsteps close to him. "You're not unconscious, I can tell that much. So what did the Christian guy do to you?” “Great...just what I need. Can you just give me a minute for the pollen to do its thing?” He thought. He looked at the man walk over him. The first cut had not been painful. But then the multiple cuts all around his body had been. Below his knees and in back of his head. They were small...but small enough to hurt. He looked up at him. And then Anson felt things pull on his cuts. Strings? What the heck...that was probably one of his powers. Anson slightly bent his fingers. Perfect. Closing his eyes, he moved his fingers. That was all he needed to make his plan work. The blood kid was having trouble moving him. Still on the ground, Anson grabbed some earth with his hand and transferred some of his energy to it. Letting it go, the small handful of earth grew larger and took form until it became a small earth Gollum. The Gollum’s sharp claws sliced at the strings and Anson was free to get up. Moving his body with difficulty, he leaped back and stood, facing the blood guy.

“I would fight you....but as you can see...I can hardly move....let alone talk” What he said was well understood but it sounded as if he had a potato in his throat. He needed to get out of here. He looked around and saw someplace. He would use his teleport technique. It wouldn’t bring him far...but his enemies wouldn’t know that right? He would hide, mask his scent and wait until he could fully move. Which would be soon enough. Smiling at the blood kid, he spoke “Later bloody” With that he vanished.

He reappeared not too far away in what was left of the airport. He seemed to be in a small room. He sat down in a corner and masked his scent. He would wait here a while and then start looking for others like him. “Damn...what a day this has proven to be...”

Drake was sent falling off the roof after getting hit with the main force of the blast. Fortunately the dragon, being a uniquely solid figment of imagination, just shrunk to its harmless form and soared back to Cole's shoulder where it proceeded to tattletale on the lightning girl for her explosion.

Cole was pissed off as the Lightning bitch decided to show her face again, boy she didn't know what she was in for, After electrocuting him and blowing up his dragon she was as good as another blood spatter on the wall. He twitched at the blood strings some more commanding the earth man behind him to get up and crush her. Yet he was still showing resistance, Meanwhile the lighting attack was forming and coming down fast. Cole turned around to see the Golem the man produced slash the strings sending a rocketing pain up his arm. He had hoped to use the man as a human shield but that wasn't going to work now. He didn't even have time to brace himself.

They all hit at once, the lightning, the arrows, the explosions, everything. Instantly the electricity coursing through his body paralyzed him to the oncoming arrows that exploded on contact ripping away solid chunks of flesh. Electrical burns formed at every crater in his skin where the arrows had hit. Miraculously the arrows disappeared and were not lodged into his burn skin or causing further pain. Luckily his senses were numbed by the initial shock but the pain was still coming in waves, he fell to his knees and slouched to the side. His face hit the ground on its good side, a arrow hit him right above his neck on his right jawline a good chunk of flesh was missing from the jaw and his right eye seemed to have taken on a milkier blue color. That was probably the worst damaged part considering the other hits were on fleshier parts of the body mainly they hit his arms, one hit his chest, and one hit his back.

He was a mangled mess lying on the ground, if he had to go out with a bang, he was glad it was that one. he closed his left eye but his right eye remained open due to the lack of muscle movement or senses on the right side of his face, he couldn't see out of the eye anyways so it didn't matter. The pain was starting to sink in all the burning sensations ripping through his skin, the lack of skin, the blood and pus oozing out of the wounds as his bloody powers rushed to mend his broken body. There was too much pain for him to concentrate on healing anything so he just lay there and savored every ounce of the pain, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, too bad at this point he was sure he was dead.

Heh...well this is an interesting scene, though Christian. He wouldn't usually watch his fellow members using their powers, he thought that there was no point in it, as long as they did their job it was fine. But now he knew he would need to remember their powers, and create stratagem based on them, because he knew they would need to fight more people like them. As Christian was watching the fight between Jennifer and her assailant, he had noticed that the young man was now lying down on the ground, in an almost dead state. "I should probably ask him to join us now... Right Daniel?... But I'll wait a little, he seems to be enjoying himself." Christian smiled and looked towards the area Jennifer had gone down, he then said to Daniel, "You should probably help her out... I don't think she would like her first sight to be me when she awakes... Give her this..." Christian placed a rose in Daniel's hand. "...Tell her that we will be going to headquarters, we need to rest for a while... Also I shall be picking up a few new friends for us... Will meet up with you later, Daniel."

Christian then at that moment walked towards the invisible being which had landed on the building. "Mind if you take me down to your master? I promise not to hurt him." The invisible being then picked me up and dropped me in front of the young man, it growled as it did this. Christian examined the man, he had suffered multiple wounds, a lot which were self inflicted. Christian knelt next to the young man and picked him up and placed him on the invisible being as he said, "Don't miss read this, I am not kind and I do not agree with you attacking my subordinate. However, my offer still stands, if you wish to travel with us I shall accept you and the others will also, eventually. Just don't try and kill us when we are a group..." Christian grabbed a wallet inside the man's jacket pocket and looked for an I.D. "...Cole Drake, you're welcome. If you decide to not join us then that is your decision... but we will not be back here... You can possibly find out where we will be in the news though." Christian then whispered some words into the invisible beings ears and then he walked towards another person.

The cold was starting to get to Christian now, he had forgotten about it, but he furthered his ability to stay out in the weather by heating his own venomous black blood. He walked towards another young man who's body did not seem to fit his inner self, Odd... thought Christian. He than began to address the young man, "Good evening young sir, and what find business brings you to San Francisco's International Airport? Looking for a flight? Well most of them are cancelled, due to entire flight crews are now traveling on the River Styx. However you can still have some complementary peanuts, I'm sure you can find some in some of those planes. Just a random question, but young sir, why is it that when my eyes look upon your body, I don't sense a person. Not that I'm saying you're not human it's just, when I look at you I see... Have you ever looked at an Iron Maiden before? When a person is entrapped within a case which is shaped like a body... I get the same feeling when looking at you... Am I wrong to believe so?" Christian smiled as he began examining the young man, he knew something was off about him but he couldn't put hit finger on it. "No matter though... Do you wish to join the group I am in? If you haven't noticed the majority of the people who were living in San Francisco are dead, and we are responsible for this. Seeing as you are an interesting case I believed that you would wish to join us... Am I also wrong in this? You will be paid handsomely of course, and another bonus is that we won't need to kill you... Now that is a great deal now isn't it? My name is Christian Cassidy by the way... Follow if you wish." Christian then began to walk away towards Maxi, he thought that Maxi would need to be told of the new developments, the oldest in the group should know what is happening. Clutching his katana in one hand Christian then begins to hang the blade as to leave a trail in the ground for which the young man could follow. I wish I could sleep, trying to organize everything is hard, he thought.

Victor was bothered by the man that was walking towards him. He seemed to have a weird way about handling himself. As if the world could all burn and he would still sit there and drink his coffee. He liked that. It was... he couldn't believe he was saying this, but intriguing. Good evening young sir, and what find business brings you to San Francisco's International Airport? Looking for a flight? Well most of them are cancelled, due to entire flight crews are now traveling on the River Styx. However you can still have some complementary peanuts, I'm sure you can find some in some of those planes. Victor had to laugh a little at the joke. This man was quite funny, even if the humor was quite sadistic. He shook his head though, and was going to speak but was bantered with another question.

Just a random question, but young sir, why is it that when my eyes look upon your body, I don't sense a person. Not that I'm saying you're not human it's just, when I look at you I see... Have you ever looked at an Iron Maiden before? When a person is entrapped within a case which is shaped like a body... I get the same feeling when looking at you... Am I wrong to believe so?" Victor's eyes widened. He couldn't believe someone could see through his skin. It couldn't be possible. How can you see me?! He wanted to scream at the man, but he bit his tongue, restraining himself. When he mentioned 'Iron Maiden' Victor got slightly confused, believing that to be a metal band from the 70s.

No matter though... Do you wish to join the group I am in? If you haven't noticed the majority of the people who were living in San Francisco are dead, and we are responsible for this. Seeing as you are an interesting case I believed that you would wish to join us... Am I also wrong in this? You will be paid handsomely of course, and another bonus is that we won't need to kill you... Now that is a great deal now isn't it? My name is Christian Cassidy by the way... Follow if you wish." Victor gaped at him for a while. This so called man named Christian Cassidy wanted to recruit him? As a weapon? The idea repulsed him and compelled him at the same time. The idea of destroying things was terrible, yet... He had wanted to know who destroyed the city, and here they were. In reality, they were his heroes. And they wouldn't know it. Cause Victor didn't plan on telling them. Cause with his luck they would kill him anyway. Besides, he didn't want them to know about his skin. They would laugh, and he would be forced to act. Or they would blackmail him if they knew how much he hated it. He thought for a bit, and then said something as Christian walked away.

"I will join you. To destroy things. But don't ask about my skin, okay?" The last part of his sentense came out quite shakey, as he was filled with resentment and self loathing. "Or I will melt you alive."

Daniel had been watching Jen use up what must be the last of her energy, not moving much considering the unknown stability of what he was standing on and his own fatigue. When she disappeared, everyone amongst the battleground was lying on the ground or had left. "I should probably ask him to join us now... Right Daniel?... But I'll wait a little, he seems to be enjoying himself." Christian gave a smile and looked off into some direction, he didn't really care enough to follow his sight. "You should probably help her out... I don't think she would like her first sight to be me when she awakes... Give her this..." When he turned towards him to answer, a rose was placed in Daniel's hand. "...Tell her that we will be going to headquarters, we need to rest for a while... Also I shall be picking up a few new friends for us... Will meet up with you later, Daniel." He walked off to whatever had detonated the explosion and traveled to ground level with it.

He scanned the surrounding area for a sign of the target the self-appointed leader had given him. He spotted what looked to be a pretty clear indication of where she was; a rather distinct dome could be seen near an open road, it was just a few miles away. He used some of the remnants of ice to conserve energy and gain momentum from the top of the building. It wouldn't take him very far and then he'd have to walk. Seeing as how no one was around and he would be walking for some time he began to talk to himself. He decided to take this time to respond to all the times he had been denied before. "It's great that you can still go on with such energy, but considering I froze half of a major city I'm quite tired. No don't worry about it you're right, no one wants their first sight to be you when they wake." He remembered the flower he had been holding onto between two fingers. He twirled it around his middle finger with the assistance of the others. "Yes Cassidy, I can go get Jen. No Cassidy, I don't deliver flowers." He let the rose fall to the dirt.

When he finally approached the dome, he wondered what he should do. "It's such a waste of energy but it would be best to sleep in a bed rather than rocks and rubble. You'd probably agree with me if you were awake." He rationalized his next action and placed his hand upon the barrier, shattering it and its subsequent kin. She was exhausted and completely asleep, and he wasn't going to be the one to wake her from something they all needed. Using his ice he lifted her and placed her on his back. From here until unconsciousness come she would stay there because he didn't have enough energy to use magic for awhile. "Sorry if I wake you, but the arrogant prick wants us back at headquarters." He laughed at the last word, mostly due to it being incredibly improper for what the place actually was.