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Aidan

"Watch it burn..."

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a character in “The Elemental's”, as played by HypeR

Description

Name: Aidan
Age: Appears to be 19 years of age actually around 200 years of age
Elemental Type: Fire
Personality: Aidan isn't the kindest person you'll meet. If anything, he'd be the angriest and most destructive. Just a plain bad aditude in all, though he wouldn't admit it, it's because he's just confused on the whole reason why the elemental's are fighting in the first place.
Appearance: Aidan is about 6 feet tall with a lean muscular appearance. Usually, he'll wear a leather jacket with a hood to cover burns he has on the right side of his face (right side to him, left side to us while looking at him), baggy jeans and old sneakers. While influnced by the element, Aidan appears to be consumed by blue and orange flames.

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History: Aidan had the opposite of a normal life. He family never hid the powers of the flames from him. He grew up around it. Unlike most of the other elemental's in the world, Aidan grew half of full control by the age of 7 gaining full control by the age of 13. At 14, a war had started between the water and fire elemental's and Aidan witnessed the death of his father and mother. This sent Aidan down the path of destruction where he learned just how much fun it was to set whole villages on fire and watch everything and everyone burn before him.
Motto: "A ligean ar dul suas i flames" Translation: "Let's go up in flames."
Theme: Been To Hell by Hollywood Undead
Extra: As a child, Aidan had a dog. Sadly, when he was still learning to control his abilities, he burnt the dog alive.
Aidan holds a strong dislike against the water elemental's, though that might have to do with the fake tat they're his natural opposites. Everyone else has a purpose in his book and he can actually see him being friends with the rest, if they weren't in the giant world war that is.

So begins...

Aidan's Story

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Over 700 years ago, the world was split not by race, color, or age, but by element.
There was the Air Kingdom to the North.
The Fire Kingdom to the South.
The Water Kingdom to the East.
And the Earth Kingdom to the West.
The kingdoms lived in harmony with their people under the combined name of Eilimint under the great leader that recognized the combined greatness of all the elements.
Years passed before the new element was created.
All the elemental's blamed each other for the creation of this horrid element and the elemental's that came with it.
As the kingdoms fought, this new dark element took it's place in the world, making it's kingdom right in the middle of the world.
Luckily, with darkness comes light.
And so an other element was created.
The element of light.
All the element's blamed Fire of the creation of this light element.
But Fire raged on and fought along with all the other elements.

Before long, most of the elementals died off.
Water took out Fire.
Fire took out Earth.
Earth took out Air.
And Air took out water.
All hope was lost and light and dark still fought.
Shortly later, most of the light and the dark was gone.

After a few hundred years later, elemental's for these elements became to resurface.
They stayed within family and learned all they could about their history.
No, in this new modern age, we have among us these elemental beings that keep a balance in the world.
Sadly, they all wish to fight again in fear darkness will triumph and all of humanity will fall.
The light realize this and is trying to make all the elements realize that fighting isn't the answer and that they must work in harmony. Fire with their raging flams, Water with their flowing waves, Air with their gentle breeze, Earth with their strong stricter, and Light and Dark with their contrast of night and day.

Who will win?
Will Light convince the elementals that harmony is best and save humanity?
Or will Dark convince the elementals that they're too different to harmonize and turn the world into chaos?


"Lame!" I say as loud as I can. "That's a whole bunch of bullshit!" I saw as I stand up. It's crazy the things people in this day and age will believe. I've been around for a long time and this was the craziest bullshit I've ever heard. Now, I know it's all true, but all of humanity doesn't need to know. They're not apart of it. So, let me explain. My names Aidan. What's my last name, you ask. I don't have one. I don't need one. I'm 200 years old and look 19. No, I'm not no fucking vampire. I'm a fire elemental. I've fought in two great wars (each time on a different side) and many other wars as well. No, I've never shot a gun in my life. Yes, in war I've killed many people. Yes, those people were elementals. I would go off by my own and track down some water elementals along with my father. Once, we were ambushed. It was two of us against six water elementals. I had killed about two of them, but the other four got my father and drowned him when there was no sign of water anywhere. They made it appear in midair and forced it down my father throat. And I watched. I had hid in the brush and watched then followed them back to their village. It was a crummy little village, sad really. But I didn't care. I went all crazy and turned into some scary fire beast and took out the whole village. A few lived though and made a whole goddamn lake appear out of nowhere and nearly drowned me.
"All this shit is just stories. Ain't one good minded person gonna believe the shit you're filling these youngsters heads with!" Old in age, young in appearance, that's what I am. Over the years, more and more people I've talked to tell me I sound like an old man sometimes then they laugh. I fake the laugh because they have no idea how right they are. After I finish yelling at the people in the children museum, I walked away and go out side. It's a bit of a cold day here. Where am I again? Oh yeah, I'm in Chicago. I've been here for about three years now. "Time to move." I saw to myself and head to the place I was told to go to a long time ago. They said I am to go there on todays date. I believe it's suppose to be a meeting of the elements in an old earth temple on the side of some cliff. Great...earth...and heights...and other elementals...what a dream come true.

Here's what the earth temple looks like.
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I ain't gonna even explain how I did because you'll probably guess it was that I used a little fire here and there which wouldn't be a lie at all. Now, I ain't gonna say I stole a plain, I just borrowed it and it's pilot for a little while. I had found one of those skydiving places where they take you up in the plane and yeah. Well, I used the help of a little counterfeit money and rented out a whole plane and driver. After the plane had lifted off, I got out of that goddamn jump suit and put my jacket and jeans back on and headed to the cockpit. "Hey, buddy." I said as I sat down in the seat behind the driver. "Wha-! What the hell are you doing up here, kid?" I laughed when this old guy, maybe 80 years, called be kid. He just don't know, do he? "Bro, you're like, what? In your 80's?" The guy nodded at me with wide confused eyes. "Dude, I'm like 200 years old. I'm old enough to be you goddamn great great great grandfather, and you're calling me a kid?" The guy passed out after that and, though the plane started heading downwards, I dragged the guy back to where the parachutes were. I strapped a parachute on the guy and opened the plane door. As the propped the guy up to the door, he came back and opened his eyes slight. "Wha-what are you doing?" He asked. "Oh, I'm gonna fly thise here plane and you're about to jump out a plane." I said smirking. Before the guy could even say "what?" I shoved him out the door. "Don't forget to pull the rope!" I shouted out at him. I then headed back to the cockpit and sat down just in time to see I was about to crash the goddamn plane into a goddamn mountain. "Fucking mountains need to get out of the goddamn way!" I shouted like I was talking to the mountain and gently started stirring the plane in the right direction.
After a while, I finally saw the temple in the side of a cliff and I saw a few people by it. I looked for a place to land but didn't see anywhere. "Oh well." I said and locked the stirring lever then headed back to the door of the plane. "This better not mess up these jeans, they're my favorite jeans." I said to myself as I looked out the door to the temple, to the sky, to the ground, then back to the temple. Just as soon as I shoot out of the plane like the Human Torch from the Fantasic Four, the plane crush into the side of the cliff. The crash didn't do any damage to the temple, but it hit hard enough to cause a small earth quake and knock down the people by in the temple that I saw. As they were picking themselves up, I came down like a flaming fire ball and landed infront of them. Once I landed and patted the flames down, I started laughing at how they all fell. "Hey, I'm Aidan!" I said with my award winning smile and pulled my hood back over my head as I smiling cheekily at the people.

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"Jesus Christ, people are making quite some entrances today, aren't they..." Wayne laughed.

Although the quiet one entered just about unnoticed and the dark girl had arrived in a car like a normal person, there was something on fire randomly out in the distance and now this guy had just crashed a plane into a friggin mountain. As he observed further, his research before-hand told him that Aidan was a Fire Elemental. "Or should I say Fire Elementals make exciting entrances..." he corrected himself, chuckling.

He approached the only one showing a somewhat positive attitude. "Hey, I'm Wayne. Can I ask how you managed to get a plane. Are you that rich or something?" he asked, still laughing.

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Gentle strains of lowered Rock music floated through the nearly empty bar, the only sound other than the soft tinkle of the glass in the bartender's hands as he casually ran a rag over the reflective surface. At eight in the morning the pathetic hole-in-the-wall joint consisting of holey dartboards, sagging stools, smoke-scented pool tables, and a heavily dented bar was not a popular place to be; in actuality, given by the lack of clientele from the night before, it was very rarely the place to be. Of course the owner would have contended that a Tuesday night was hardly the exemplar to judge the success of the bar from- much less a Wednesday morning when closing came in less than an hour. However, the fact that only one patron had graced a singular stool for the entirety of the evening until this point in the next day spoke for itself.

This single guest, who had occupied the same space of bar for the last ten hours, was the only living soul not earning money to be there in the entirety of the building. Despite this, the bartender and the sole waitress had done their best to avoid any interaction with the man seated at the end of the long metal counter- or had after the flirtations initiated by the waitress upon his entrance had been met with a cool dismissal and a disturbingly empty stare. Although not one to usually turn down an opportunity for a good spot of entertainment- especially when provided by a cougar in overly tight yoga pants- Param just wasn't in the mood for anything remotely resembling communication today. Instead of toying with the woman, he'd selected a swiveling chair at the very end of the bar, ordered the bartender to keep his glass of whiskey full, and hadn't said a word since.

Now the man clad in various shades of sable was still seated in his shadowed corner, gaze cast down at the amber liquid that sat stagnant in his glass. The only movement that came from him was the casual play of a slim blade flicking across his knuckles as he contemplated the alcohol. Although the drinker had not been keeping count, the bartender had him marked down as on his fortieth glass of the strong liquid- a number that he would have questioned had he not been keeping tally after every cup slid down the bar. The man behind the counter had contemplated cutting him off twenty drinks ago, but as his intimidating guest hadn't shown any signs of drunkenness or alcohol poisoning he'd decided to let it go. However he continued to keep a close but wary eye on the raven-haired stranger, and was now beginning to wonder if he'd made the wrong decision in letting him drink as he wished due to the fact that the other man had been staring down into the murky liquid for nearly an hour.

Just as the employee had plucked up his courage to inquire as to the man's condition his worries were assuaged. In one quick movement, the man at the end of the bar tossed his blade into the air and swept up the glass. After he'd drained the contents in a single swallow, Param caught the falling stiletto between two fingers and slid the empty drink back down the bar. The bartender's gaze swept from the man just long enough to catch the glass, but when he turned back to ask whither he aught to pour another the seat that had been occupied all night was empty. In the man's place was the the thin, silver knife pierced through a pile of bills.

Hundreds of miles away, Param leaned against the smooth stone wall of a carved alcove- the aroma of stale cigarettes and beer still clinging to his person. Despite spending the night attempting to drink away the coming obligation that had brought him to this ancient monolith, he'd still been unable to bring himself to ignore the call. Of course it didn't help that his particular set of skills kept him from getting drunk and so instead of ending up blacked out on some street corner, he was completely sober and standing exactly where he didn't want to be.

Dealing with elementals on the battlefield or in a dingy back-alley was one thing, meeting them in broad daylight at an Earth Temple of all places was quite another. Not to mention the fact that the slowly growing group of element wielders below him consisted almost entirely of new chits that had barely taken off their training pants. Param's head began to shake side to side unconsciously as he muttered to himself in a barely accented baratone, "Why am I here....?" Even though he knew the reason- it was nigh on impossible to ignore a summons such as this- he couldn't resist the urge to rebel and disappear into the shadows to pop up somewhere much more interesting, like the center of a volcano.

Sighing heavily at the group below, the majority of whom were either pushing themselves upright or still sitting on their rears for some reason unknown to him, Param eased himself languidly off the stone framework and into the shadows behind. In the blink of an eye he was striding forth from a similar archway on the ground level. Ebony eyes flickered across the group, sizing up each one, as leather-clad arms crossed across his chest to reveal a right arm decorated in abstract tattoos. With the one quick assessment he could tell that those gathered were all of different schools- the three nearest him being a flame-head, wind-rider, and another child of the darkness. The last one caught his attention and he attempted to catch her's in return, his dark eyes settling heavily on her blonde hair. Ignoring the two men near them, the smoke in the distance, and the ephemeral aura emanating from a tunnel to his left Param stepped toward her. A small grin that didn't quite reach his eyes playing across his lips, he inclined his head, "I see our race has yet to entirely die out...."

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This is starting to get boring I thought and walked off to the edge of the temple and looked down, seeing the shattered pieces of the crashed plane I had crashed into the cliff. "I wonder if that guy made it." I asked myself quietly. Not many people were talking, mostly they were just chilling by themselves like the chick that had joined the group not to long ago and kept quiet. It's one thing to come in without introducing yourself, but it just puzzled me. Here I am, surrounded by a group of other elementals, and no ones fighting or using their element or anything. Guess it's up to me...again. I thought as I walked over to the entrance of a tunnel that resembled an old arched door way.
In the entrance there was a few sticks and twigs that must have fell down here somehow. I grabbed them up and put them into a small pile on the ground in the middle of the doorway. Before I sat down, I used one of the sticks and drew the accent symbol for fire, an upright triangle pointing to the pile of sticks in the dirt on the ground. I throw the stick back in the pile and wiped my hands on my pants. I took a side look back to the group with a smirk on my face. "Let's do this." I said quietly. At that, a loud blast of flames flowed out of my hands and onto the pile of sticks.
The flames blasted out of my hand but seemed to flow gently around the pile and flew in streams of brilliant shades of red, orange, and slight blue. I decided to give the group a show. As the flames flowed gently around my feet and the pile of sticks, gentle streams of flames rolled out and around the group. I turned around to face the group and hand my arms out with the flames gently flowing out and around. To give them more entertainment, I had a few flames shoot up and what happened next surly amazed them.
The flames created living things. The first was a brilliant flame rabbit created out of small continuous streams of orange flames with blue flames creating it's eyes. It hopped around like a real rabbit, going up to the people in the group and then jumped back into the flowing flames around them and disappeared. A moment later out jumped a flaming cat created mostly out of small streams of continuously flowing orange flams. Is walked around and meowed at a few of the group and then jump a foot away from the flowing flames surrounding them and dissolved back into the flames. Then, going a bit bigger, out of the flames stalked a flaming leopard and a flaming lion both made by burning orange flames. They came out of separate ends of the flames circling the group and went right after each other and fought right there. They were like separate beings as they fought. Eventually, the lion chased the leopard back into the flames. The lion walked slowly with his head up examining all the people of the group then he roared loudly like a real living lion and, in a gust of flames, the lion was gone and in its place was flaming dragon. It circled around the group and shot up into the sky. It roared loudly with even more orange flames flowing from it's mouth and then it busted into what looked like a firework with the flames dying out. As everyone looked to the sky, I turned back to my little fire. It was night now and the only light was my little pile of burning sticks that I looked down to with my hands holding each other in front of me. I would never admit it, but my hands burned slightly from what I had done, but it was fun as hell and I would do It again if I could. I stood there, now on the inside of the entrance, looking down at my little fire and looking up and the surrounding area and the group of elementals standing before me. The ground was not hurt by the display, there wasn't even a sign of burning. That was a good sign. A very good sign.

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Amethyst snickered, watching the man stumble around and enter the tunnel, as if a drunken fool unsure of what to do next. Oblivious to her dependent observation, pondering over his curious actions. The night became a festivity for silence and current watchful eyes over one another. Suspicion. Loving. Hating. It was all a matter of time before one element starting beating the other with their own fists, or mauling them with claws. She hated it when woman threatened to harm people with their fingernails, when all they did was be ignorant brats with no capability of fighting. After that thought, Amethyst looked down at her bitten nails. Dealt with foolish anxiety and hypocritical entity, she had a tendency to always bite her fingernails. She didn't bother painting them either and other woman always questioned her. Amethyst had stated it makes her nails feel fake, but then she also bit them anyway, so it wouldn't matter because she'd be ingesting pounds of nail polish if she even bothered to paint them.

Their was a brisk amount of forming heat rising from the tunnel. It stroked her arms like a dry breeze, hungry for the sudden urge of adrenaline to come powering through her. Amethyst knew that feeling too well. The goosebumps that patterned her legs and arms, her pupils dilating to become pinpoints of black, and just that urge to have it worked amongst her fingertips and palms of her hands. It was fire. And then, all the fire roared out of that tunnel like some cavernous wind emptying its blossomed form into the emptied perimeter of the land. It came with flaming animals, different sizes, different textures of the flickering flames. Amethyst bit down her tongue, already wanting to have her hands play with the embers of the constant light. It was like a hunger performed in the arts of magic.

It was the largest of all the damn creatures. That man must be crazy, his craving for the power and greed of action and attention. He was just like Amethyst. And he was especially the other fire element. Fuck it. Amethyst hopped down from her ledge and entered the tunnel, not even previously thinking of how his reaction would become. The dragon was still looping through the skies and clouds like a jet. It was beautiful, but she needed to get the impression of how this greedy bastard estimated himself as.

"Hey. You. Fire guy. What the hell are you doing?" She quickly overlooked him. T-shirt. Jeans. Brown hair becoming a reckless mop of differentiating hues. He was alright, but Amethyst could quickly deceive him as a homeless being if it weren't for his position as an elemental.

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Watching these people that have fought each other so long ago and are now talking to staying clear of each other was a form of entertainment in my eyes. I was just about to sit down when one of them starting walking over to me. It was the kind of quiet girl that had gone basically unnoticed by the rest of them, but I noticed her. It was something about her. I don't know what though. Then she went and asked me what the hell I was doing. That's when I realized I must have smelt her bitchyness. That must have been it.
"Hey now, calm down, honey. I was just having a little fun. Waiting like 240 years to see a bunch of elementals again gets boring after a while, ya' know?" I said calmly and slowly. I have no idea what elemental she is but she seems alright passed that whole bitchyness shit. Once you get passed that, she ain't that bad looking either.
"Now, cutey, how about you tell me your name, huh?" I asked with a small smile and a wink at the girl and nudged her twice with my elbow. I let out a small laugh and went back to looking at the fire with a smile on my face. She fine.

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Wayne was starting to get bored. The other elementals weren't doing anything. They kind of sat around and waited. No one but Aidan seemed like they wanted to be here. It was strange.

Finally, it was Aiden who would start off the party. It was obvious that he was a fire elemental from the neat pictures he kept making with the fire he spawned. What could he showboat to the crowd?

"Hey. You. Fire boy. What the hell are you doing?"

Wayne turned in annoyance to the other fire elemental. He sighed. But Aidan didn't take it as a hostile thing. He actually kind of looked at her like she was hot. Wayne sensed some heat between the two, and it wasn't because they were fire elementals.

A soft breeze blew across his face, getting stronger with each second. He smiled when he remembered that he could Wind Surf. Without warning, he pulled out a tiny disc and pushed a button from a remote in his hand. The disc enlargened, now the size of a beach ball.

"Check this out!" he cried as he leapt the disc in the air, jumping on top of it as he did so. He felt the wind pick up, only under his feet this time. He gained momentum, the disc moved forward faster and faster. He was air surfing. He did it by lightening his own weight to where he was as light as the paper disc he was flying on.

He decided that that wasn't enough. He had to pull some tricks. He decided to start with one of the hard ones: an aerial. To pull this off, he had to leave the wind current he was riding on and get back on it once more. It requiredstrength, balance, and some agility if you wanted to really showboat it. He grabbed the disc from under him and lifted it up, him still riding it. He was out of the wind current, rising only slightly, performing a front flip at the peak of his incline, then started falling down. He placed the board under him once more and caught the wind current once more. He yelped in triumph.

And then he sensed it. He could barely contain his excitement and luck. It was a whirlwind, something like a typhoon in water, only in the air. This was the perfect stunt area. He steadied his disc and began to fall into the spiral of the current.

He decided to do another trick, this one requiring a lot of strength and reflexes to showcase. Using his feet, he launched the disc in front of him, back-flipping quicky, and barely was able to catch the disc before it was out of reach.

Pulling the disc back under him, he stood up. One more, he decided. And he knew what his final trick was going to be...

The handstand. He needed concentration and agility for this one as well as reflexes. He front-flipped, taking the disc with him under his feet. His feet touched his hands, transferring the disc. He landed on the disc, hands first. He had to shift his weight a lot to keep the balance. After a few seconds, he realized that he was getting awfully close to the center of the whirlwind. An idea struck his head, an idea he never had before.

He held the handstand a little longer instead of retaining and dismounting, like he intended. He reached the center, felt the sudder of the board, and knew what was happening. He was being launched extremely high in the air. Luckily it was a small whirlwind or he would've accidentally caught one of the higher wind currents and it was hard to dismount from those.

His grand finale. He front-flipped a few times in the air. The board started to drop. He changed the weight in his body barely, so he could fall faster. Would he catch up to it.

Yes! He landed feet first on the disc and started gliding back down to the fire, where everyone was at. He changed his weight back to normal right before he touched the ground. He picked up the light disc, pushed a button, and the disc shrank to the quarter size it was from the beginning.

"And that's how you wind surf, folks," he smiled and bowed.

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Amethyst sighed, speculating the boy who wind-surfed with a grace full of exceptional power. She sat down next to the other fire elemental, as he asked her questions with a determined posture, and a grin decorating his face.

"I'm Amethyst. How about you fire boy?" She watched the man, diving in the air with a simple disk, some pathetic, arrogant bystander of the other man's fire show, executed with perfection and simplicity, now igniting a greedy attention himself. She could not state that she was impressed, because she couldn't be impressed by two pathetic acts. Birds passed in the sky, lowering themselves to the ground to possibly look for a late dinner. They must be ravens, their cries depicted into horrifying screeches, echoing across the barren fields. Amethyst rubbed her eyes, fatigue dawning across herself from the previous nights of insomnia. No fucking sleep.

Amethyst looked at the sky. The ink black sky, patterned with the distinct lighting of stars, overshadowed with thick clouds. She leaned backwards, her elbows becoming crusted with dirt and grass stains overtime. So tired. So damn tired. She yawned, her reclined position doing no positive affect to her tiring mood.

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She's young. The thought floated to the forefront of his mind as the woman perched on the front of the machine responded emphatically to his statement of greeting. This encounter could go so many various directions, and during the course of his lifetime he'd experienced them all; unfortunately her youth did not bode well. When thinking of all the positive experiences he'd had interacting with his own kind, those involving the newer recruits very rarely made the list- although in their defense, the list was not overly long. Six centuries and he'd yet to meet another of his kind he could stand for more than fifty years or so, if they lasted so long. Of course, more than half of them had been lost to the cause, but that still left a large number he'd parted ways with under less than favorable circumstances.

Recollections cut short by the sound of creaking metal and shifting fabric, Param turned obsidian eyes back toward the blonde only to find her sliding from the metal beast onto the black asphalt that stretched beneath his feet. "I'm Nezzera or Zara for short." Well, at least this one had the decency to introduce herself. Uncrossing his arms to slide a hand through long, raven locks, the ancient elemental offered her a sardonic grin before his own introduction. "Param. Param Nair," he supplied in a voice accented more heavily than that he had used to speak moments before. When speaking his own name it was difficult to affect the unaccented English he'd perfected as the language had become more prominent within the world. To cover up the obvious flaw, Param hurriedly added a smooth comment, "I won't be overly offended if you find it difficult to pronounce." It wasn't just a rouse, however, as he had found that his name often proved a challenge to the current generation who had little exposure to languages of Asian origin.

Their conversation was interrupted by the roaring of air being set alight, followed by a strange luminescence that flowed all about them. "Ah, so the hotheads have arrived," he sighed as his gaze lingered on the woman before him. Param need not turn his head to see the whirling light show playing about the sky, obviously ignited by one of the fire benders lurking somewhere within the temple. Flamboyant displays such as these always seemed to arise whenever those with flames in their hands were involved, as if it was inherent to their element. Cockiness and foolhardy behavior. They never grew up.

His hand once more returned to his face- the tattoos fanning across his wrist twisting in the light of the flames- this time to press the heel of his palm into his forehead. "Would you," Param drawled without looking at the blonde before him, "mind doing something about that?"

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Cole woke up, rested after his long walk, he looked towards the exit of the cave and saw more people there. I guess I should introduce myself, to get it out of the way, Cole thought as he got up and started walking in the direction of all the people. I only hope that they don't expect me to have a conversation.

Cole walked up to the group as he heard someone say their name "Param. Param Nair." Param Nair? Hmmm... Cole cleared his throat as he entered the crowd, and spoke in a rough voice, that probably hadn't ben used for a couple days "Hi, my name is Cole Williams" and with that Cole was quiet.

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Smirking at the group, I couldn't help but be amused by the way they seemed to interact. They I even smirked and laughed chuckled slightly when Wayne had decided to do his own little show that he ended in saying it was wind surfing. That identified him as an air elemental, obviously. I decided to show my respect for the lad and clap a few times once he was finished. Then I sat down in front of the fire and looked at the girl who had already sat down and said her name was Amethyst. I smiled and gave a nod as she said her name.
"Amethyst. That's a pretty name with a good meaning. And it's a pretty stone too. You know, your name means not intoxicated?" I said, starting up one of my short rambles usually filled with useless information I've learned over the decades. Before I continued, I looked back to the flames and just stared at them, becoming deep in thought. "The stone itself is a brilliant shade of purple. The Greeks and Romans wore the stones and made glasses out of it to drink from when drinking for the belief it'd prevent intoxication." And the ramble continues. I looked back at Amethyst with no real emotion showing on my face, then I gave a small smile. "I'm Aidan." I said to answer her question. Then I watched her.
She looked tired. Like she hadn't slept in days. I knew exactly how that feels. I just grew used to it over the years. "You look tired. Maybe you should try and get some rest. If you're having trouble sleeping, you could just lay down and rest your eyes. I could stay up to make sure you'll be alright if you like." I said this all quietly with the slightest hint of a the realest caring smile I've had in years on my face. Just something about her.

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Amethyst shook her head, smirking as her hair fell in front of her face.

"Oh, look at you being such a charmer." She said, letting her elbows slide out from her declination in her slouched posture of sitting upright. Amethyst hugged her torso, positioning herself to the side to face Aidan's hip, her eyes continuously looking upwards to examine him. He had such a stern look to his face, embroidered with a green hood, adding color to his eyes, such a dark coloring. She shook her head, having her backpack being a replacement for a pillow, she could not subdue herself into a heavy sleep without Aidan coming into her head. She did not love him, nor have any feelings for him. He was just another boy, wielding another element, having nothing more but a conceited attitude and a large ego. Yeah. That sounds good. Amethyst inhaled a heavy breath, trying to relax her nerves which now jumped with tedious excitement from the day.

The sleep called her. It's cool darkness enveloped her vision, swallowed her body into a cavernous width of shadows, to only be envisioned of fantasies and horrors, intermingled into a singular moment of dreams.

The wooden table sat in front of her. Knife. Pistol. Sword. All weapons. All murderous objects. The blood, boiling in the metal pot in the far corner of this dank room, lighted by a flickering light shrouded by flies. The light suspended lowly, dangling by a rusted chain, spotlighting the weapons. Amethyst's cool hand reached for the knife.
She found herself standing in the midst of a tunnel, a man anchored to the wall by a rope, becoming broken by every tug, every scowl and screech. He was a filthy man, spewing spit and blood. He had bitten his lips, chewed on them to exhaustion from insanity. As Amethyst walked forth towards him, she realized it was a woman with her hair pulled up. Green eyes. Pale skin. Black dress. Leather jacket. It was her.

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A brusk wind screamed down through the branches of the trees, settling the leaves to rattling furiously, before flowing downward to wrap itself around the forms lingering on the side of the two-lane road. The chilling blanket lay itself across the stalled-out retro Impala, its hood open to the cold, as well as the car's driver, leaning against the front bumper. Although the metal vehicle remained impassive to the sudden breeze, the woman was not so fortunate. The chill cut through the thin fabric of the azure dress concealing her slender frame, sending fabric flapping around her legs in waves and pinpricks of goose skin crawling up her arms. In any usual situation, she would have instantly fled to the comfort of the old leather interior or at least crossed her arms in an attempt to retain heat. This, however, was not any sort of normal and as it was, her hands were needed.

Hovering inches from the open interior of the hood, the driver's hands fluttered minutely with the hum of power flowing through them. Around the outstretched palms vapors of heat swirled, and beneath them a vortex of silvery watery spun. Although it was a mundane use for such a splendid gift- one that many of her kind might frown upon- it was a useful one. The car was a prized possession of her's, and despite its long list of defects she couldn't stand to give it up. When she'd spotted the sleek black vehicle parked in the dealership, brand new off the assembly line, she hadn't been able to resist. Of course that had been nigh-on forty years ago and the Impala was no longer the specimen it had once been, but she couldn't bring herself to let it go and besides, retro was coming back into fashion. So, no matter how many times the once magnificent vehicle left her stranded on the side of the road, heat radiating from beneath its hood, she wouldn't send it to the scrap yard.

Surely the queerly-garbed, petite Asian woman standing before the slowly smoking classic muscle car was an odd sight to the cars that passed by on the road, but at this point in her nearly two hundred years of existence- Dani was content to be viewed as irregular. Not much had changed since the late eighteenth century some aspects- surely there was the advent of the car she stood before as well as the cellular device pumping pop music into stale atmosphere which lay across the front bumper- but people were always the same, never quite accepting what was different from them. Which was why she was now standing on the side of a nearly deserted high way in six-inch heels and a chiffon dress, alone and unaided.

After what seemed an eternity, the vapors began to abate- and not just because the wind had blown them off into the atmosphere. A sigh escaped her, as Dani retracted her hands- the globe of water swirling around and between her fingers. With a gentle flick of her wrist the energetic flow of liquid slid it's way down her arms and into the open canister hanging from a strap across her shoulder. Time had taught her more than the ability to cool an overheated engine. Another small motion sent the top swirling home, a thin trickle of the water closing the cap with no physical contact required. Shutting the hood of the engine, however, was not so easily done. Even with the extra inches adding to her petite frame, Dani was forced to leap upward repeatedly before her fingers could grasp the lip of the metal. Stilettoed feet hanging far above the ground, for a moment the young woman cursed her lack of body-mass. Grunting in an unlady-like manner, she swung her frame repeatedly downward until the Impala gave in- it's metal hood creaking shut with a vengeance.

"Finally," she crooned as she patted the ebony hood on her way back to the driver's seat- gravel crunching beneath her prancing heels, "Thank you Baby." Now she could continue on her projected course. Arriving late was better than not arriving at all, she could only hope her small detour didn't make her the last member of the party to show. Nothing drew more attention than walking in when everyone had already been introduced.

The classic car crawled its way up the side of the mountain, its driver wary now of sending the car into another bout of engine trouble. As she drove, Dani's dark gaze lifted from the road and caught sight of duel columns of smoke rising ahead of her- one much closer than the other. Instantly her eyebrows dropped and her foot pressed down upon the gas more firmly. Within minutes she had turned a curve to find a smoking pile of wreckage. Had she not been in a rush, she would have paused to assess the source of the damage and see what could be salvaged. Instead she chose to manually role down the window and lean out as she passed, her hand stretching out to fan downward. Within seconds the fires were being quenched, smoke swirling upward to meet the heavy showers that descended solely upon the flaming wreckage.

Ignoring the storm that raged behind her, Daniella continued to drive forward foot by treacherous foot. FInally the obsidian automobile rolled its way into the crowded area spanning the front entrances of the Earth temple to which she'd been called. The Impala crunched to a stop beside another vehicle, parking a foot or so back to leave room for the pair of elementals standing before the bumper of the other vehicle. Once the engine had gone silent, she slid out from behind the wheel to gaze awkwardly at the people before her.

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I smiled at Amethyst and what she said. I don't know why, but it was...nice? Ehh it feels weird. I watched as Amthyst laid down and got a small smile on my face. After she closed her eyes, I went back to looking at the small fire in front of us. I slowly and gently put my hand right in the small bonfire. I watched as the fire seemed to dance. No normal human could see what I see in fires. All humans see is the hot burning flame. They don't see what I see. I see life. Humans fear fire and run from it. I on the other hand am attracted to it. If someone was to see a burning building, they'd run to the nearest phone and call the damn firefighters. Me on the other hand would go into the building and look. In the fire as my sat among them tiny creatures formed and danced around. It was quiet a sight. Before I knew it, I could see the sun starting to show in the sky again off in the distance. "An other sleepless night." I said aloud to myself and started to calm the flames of the small bonfire down a bit.

((OOC: I decided to speed the RP up a little bit so now the sun is starting to come up again.)

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Amethyst awoke, rubbing her eyes as the sun had it's heated rays tenderly brushing yellow hues at her ankles and calves. Her hair was pasted to her cheeks, from saliva running out of her agape mouth and amongst her backpack. At least the color of her backpack was black, so her saliva would not be as noticeable as when laying in her bed, having stained her pillowcases too many times. She sat upwards, slouching forward as she grappled at the cool ground to lend her support. She turned her head, seeing as Aidan had not noticed her awakening.

"Did you not get any sleep?" Amethyst asked, yawning, unto furthermore silence. She stood upwards, extending her arms and having her left arm retract over her right forearm, arcing her back. Ah. That's better. As she looked forth towards the horizon ignited with the orange fire from the raising sun, she saw another being had arrived. It was a female. Amethyst only shrugged. She had forgotten how strange the current economy was, being locked up in filthy motels, too cheap to afford their own water. It was a tempting thought to go back to sleep, but she assumed they would have no predicted sleep further in the evening.

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I was watching the flames dance among themselves. They were so beautiful and amazing. I had looked up to see the sun beginning to get higher in the sky. The Sun. What an amazing thing. It's cool to think that all the sun is is a great big ball of raging fire that never goes out. That would be amazing.
After a moment of me just staring off into space, I heard Amethyst ask me if I got any sleep. I glanced over at her to see her stretching. It might be normal to stretch in the morning, but it made me smile. Before I answered, I looked down at the small pile of sticks that substituted as a poor bonfire. The flames had gone down quit a lot through the night and now all that remained was a few glowing embers of the disintegrated sticks.
I shook my head slightly. "No sleep." I said quietly as I shook my head then looked at Amethyst with a small smile before I felt my face heating up in a way I haven't felt in a very long time.
I turned my head and looked back at the group. That's when I noticed the new girl that had arrived. Just by a look at the girl, I knew exactly what she was. A damn water elemental. Gotta stay clear of her. Don't want any trouble...yet. I thought and started messing with the embers in the fire. Picking some up and rubbing them. Making them pulse like a heartbeat.

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Amethyst sighed, walking towards the entrance of the miniscule tunnel and having herself rest against the arc.

"You should go to sleep, Aidan." She turned her head, blinking repeatedly to get rid of the light impairment from gazing in the bright glowering of the morning sun. Amethyst walked before the pile of embers, flickering with a remaining life that only signaled the end and resolution of a quitting fire. She licked her chapped lips, the taste of iron settling in her mouth. Disgusting. Her clothing was covered in mud and grass. She patted at her torso, trying to diminish the stains.

Amethyst took off her shoes. She felt the cool rock and grass slip between her toes, and she closed her eyes. She inhaled the earthly essence and a simple euphoria overcame her, before she opened her eyes and found Aidan still sitting there, still staring at the embers. She slipped her feet into her shoes, and walked to the back of the tunnel, brushing her fingers through her snarled, dirty hair. I must look like shit. Amethyst walked back towards Aidan and tugged at her ear lobe, a habit. Her heart. It was a fast organ. An organ that beat. An organ that transferred blood all around the body. Oxygen and carbon dioxide. All a combination to make up the matter of the body. And as she looked at Aidan, she had that one emotion that she hates, that flourishes through all human beings, and creates one damn Hell in the end. Her heart beat. Fast. And she felt the heat rush to her face. She turned her head. A move too noticeable for anyone to contrast as looking around. This was not a friendship.

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As I messed with the embers, I heard as Amethyst walked around. It was weird to me for some reason. Last night she was out like a light and now today she was restless. I looked up at her as she said I should get some sleep. I smiled slightly and shook my head. "Not tired."
I listened as she walked. I washed her as she patted the dust and grass off her. I smiled slightly and looked back down at the fire fast when she licked her lips. Damn idiot. You a damn fool, Aidan I thought shaking my head slightly as Amethyst walked took of her shoes. I looked up at her like she was crazy. See had her eyes closed so I looked down at the embers again just in time. She had put her shoes back on and walked to the back of the tunnel. I turned slightly and watched her walk back with a small smile on my face. Then she turned back and started walking back. I felt like I was too late to look back so I just watched her and she was messing with her ear lobe. After an awkward moment, she turned her head fast.
"You okay?" I asked her as I stood up and came to stand about a foot away from her. I stared at her for a moment then started looking at the wall of the tunnel that had old drawings on it that I hadn't noticed before.