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Wayne Johnson

"I fly the skies freely. No one takes away the air below my feet."

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

Description

Name: Wayne Johnson
Age: 17
Elemental Type: Air
Personality: A high-soaring spirit. Wayne wants to make the most of any situation. He's a legitimate free bird. He's adventurous and wants to go out and do stuff.
Appearance: Wayne has blonde hair and blue eyes. He likes to wear light colors, his favorite being Sky Blue. He has no markings on his skin and is tall, but lanky.
History: He discovered his power when he was seven. Taking full advantage of it, he taught himself how to fly and to manipulate the wind to blow strong enough against enemies. Not like he's ever really had a bully. He was compatible with almost anyone and is daring enough to try anything.
Motto: Ah, this'll be a breeze!
Theme: Can't Hold Us by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis
Extra: His favorite hobby is wind surfing and sky diving (or rather flying)!

So begins...

Wayne Johnson's Story

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Ah, now this was the way to travel...

Wayne thought of the other elementals and wondered how they were getting there. A cramped car, a nerve-wrecking plane? He was brought back to reality as he looked around and only saw white. He laughed as he carelessly flew through a cloud.

He flew up more and spotted the blue sky once more. The sun was beating warmly on his face. His blonde hair was whipping uncontrollably in the wind. His blue eyes sparkled as he looked at his GPS and realized he was almost there.

He spotted a plane off in the distance. Oh, why not one more time? he thought as he flew closer and closer, keeping up effortlessly. He looked through the windows and found a kid sitting next to one of them. He tapped the glass and then ducked below the kid's sight. He waited a few more seconds before flying up a dntapping the window again. This time, he didn't move.

Meanwhile, a ten year old boy was on his way to Toronto. He was smiling, enjoying being on top of the world. There was a tap on the glass. He turned to the window, but found no one there. Shrugging, he turned back to the book he was reading. Turbulence, maybe...he thought.

There was another tap.

The kid turned back. Only this time, a teenager was staring at him through the glass. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and was sitting on the wing of the plane! He cried out and pushed the call button above his seat. One of the patrons came to his aid. "Is there a problem sir?"

The kid pointed towards the window, but the teen was gone. Had he been dreaming? WHat the hell was going on. "Nothing, it was nothing..." the kid responded, turning back to his book.

Meanwhile, Wayne was flying below the plane, laughing. That doesn't get old. He turned to his GPS and found that he was flying off course. "Oh shit!" he cried out and began flying towards the Earth Temple.

Twenty minutes later, he arrived at the weathered down place. Everything was made out of stone, the corners eroded away making it look extremely old. Wayne looked around. It appeared that he was the only one here so far. He shrugged and continued to look in disgust at this place. Much like how water and fire were opposites, earth and air were the same. He, personally liked the fire elementals the best. You couldn't have one without the other. That's how he saw it. It was a mutual relationship: help me, and I'll help you.

He watched a cockroach scutter across the beaten cobblestone paths and sighed. Why couldn't they have picked a better place to meet, like the Air Temple? But he knew the answer to that question. "Now we can't go climbing a mountain just to please you, can we?" Yes you can... was what he though, but he replied politely.

He stood at the front, waiting for others to arrive.

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She states like that for another half an hour driving whilst drumming her fingers against the wheel. Nezzera had never been a patient girl and knowing the other elements would soon be in her company made her even less patient today.

She pushed on the gas and forced her head back into the headrest she wasn't on the edge of anything now just what seemed to be a boring road. The scenery was stunning but Nezzera couldn't of given a fly about the scenery in this mood.

After 32 Hours off bitter thoughts and driving Nezzera was there and a big stone temple towered of her she smiled when she saw the flying wind boy. what a boring element If it didn't inflict immediate pain or make someone scared she didn't care for it at all and wind was one of those things that Zara didn't see as harmful or scary so she hated it quiet simply.

Her blonde hair was down and straight and her eyes decorated like smoke with thick coats of mascara and dark grey shadow and eyeliner she was some sort of rock chick Goth, but she'd simply describe herself as darkness which irritated many that she was that struck on being evil and destructive. Under the make up and leather clothes she was actually kind off pretty but you'd need good eyes to see her through her mask.

She looked at the guy with narrowed emotionless eyes that would remind one of a hungry snake when it had found its prey. She was thinking a million things but no words left her lips not even a mumble or mutter of sound just the occasional shallow brush of air that left her with every breath.


Zara remembered her first meeting with another person when she was three and at the park. A kid looked at her from across the sand pit and she'd just looked back at him until eventually she threw sand in his eyes for being rude. The temper isn't a new thing either.

She pictured the boy's eyes bloodshot as he cried in pain in his mother's fussing arms. I was told off by my mother but couldn't understand what I had done wrong, Mummy punished me when I was rude and he was rude so he had to be punished.
((I won't post again I'll let everyone else get a post in first maybe I should of left this one out but hey I just wanted to get her there and ready.))

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Ah, of course it'd be one of the dark ones to get here first.

Wayne watched as a car pulled up. A woman was driving and he didn't know anything about her yet. But he sensed the aura the moment the car was within sight. "I'll kill you for breathing." was what the aura said. And it oozed out of practically every vein in her body.

Wayne would try to be nice, but any false move by her and he would go on the offensive. She may be surprised, but wind could do some damage. Even if it couldn't do nothing on it's own, he could generate wind strong enough to pick up other items, like a dagger or that car that just pulled up. He thought of it as natural telepathy.

He gave a small, friendly wave and put on a thin smile.

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Zara gave a tight smile but it was clearly forced. Apparently she didn't like social gatherings. She didn't respond to his wave straight away just looked past him at the temple it was impressive but she couldn't care less. She just wanted to see if there was another darkness elemental around anymore.

She turned her attention back to the boy and reappointed her smile which had been lost when her attention first turned to the temple.

"Hello," Her voice was surprising. Her image made you expect her to have a harsh sharp voice but her voice was soft and almost sweet like an average teenager but no one ever thought of it much after they heard her talk a bit.

She couldn't lock the car because it was hijacked but she pushed the door shut and walked around to sit on the bonnet too distracted to stand and stare at her surroundings.

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"Hello," the girl had responded, no name, no description, no complaint. She just said a simple greeting, forcing a smile and sitting down. Man, she did not want to be here.

Her voice was surprisingly deceptive of her nature her aura eminated. But it wasn't like he was expecting a voice from the girl from "The Exorcist". But she wasn't expecting a soft, sweet voice either. Yeah, she could very well sweet talk anyone into doing her bidding.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden light in the distance. Wayne had to squint before he could barely make out a belching fireball in the distance. The smoke was beginning to rise. "I think one of our fire friends are here," he said to the dark chick, not knowing or caring how she would react. He could've more or less been talking to himself.

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Cole had finally made it, but as he was approaching he saw two people, that he might have to talk to. He tried to avoid any form of conversation by avoiding eye contact and keeping his head down, he hoped that neither of them decided to take interest and try to speak to him, that would be extremely awkward for him, because he would barely say anything to them, like he usually did.

Inside the Earth Temple was amazing, or at least that was what Cole thought. The tunnel he was in had some foliage along the walls and was fairly bright, despite being fairly deep into the side of a mountain. Cole needed a rest after walking for all that time, so he decided just to sit down, lean on the side of the tunnel, and promptly fell asleep.

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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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Param Nair


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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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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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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Dani Smith


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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"There are much more entertaining ways to dispatch such irritating little sparks," Param supplied nonchalantly in response to her offer, obsidian eyes flicking from the blonde before him to the pair that had disappeared into one of the cavernous tunnels lining the mountain, the occasional spark flaring into the air to remind him of their presence. Irritating was a small word to describe the feelings fire elementals brought out in him; if this one continued to act as irrationally as he had thus far, Param would be adding another tattoo to his arm by the end of the next day. He'd consented to this gathering out of curiosity more than anything, but every second was reminding him why he had spent so long avoiding the other elements and making him wonder why it'd been so long since he'd added to the sleeve inching its way across his arm.

A sudden shadow overhead caught his attention and he peered upward through the fringe of his hair to see a banner of starless black spanning the sky above their heads. "Nearly what I wanted," he muttered to himself with a shrug as he once more ran a hand through the shaggy pieces falling into his face, "I suppose I should be a bit more... specific." His instruction disguised as an inquiry hadn't gotten the specific reaction he'd desired to see, but her actions had proved to sway his opinion at least a little in her favor. To complete the task he'd hoped her to finish, Param's fingers flicked into the air. Instantly his eyes clouded over into pure blackness as a shadow the same shade washed out to wrap around the remaining sparks and extinguish them into nothingness. Once its job was finished he released the shade into the atmosphere, vapors of it smoking away to wrap around the body of the wind elemental before the fading into the night. Had the darkness of the sky not arrived when it did, he would have allowed the shadow to stay as a comfort to himself and the other night dweller; however, since the stars now shone above them he let it go its own way.

The familiar click of weapons caused him to turn from the slowly lightening sky, only to be greeted by a slender man who had appeared to offer a self-introduction to the small group he'd entered into. Just the scent of the new comer made his nose wrinkle in disgust and his fingers inch toward the handgun stuffed in the back of his grey jeans. He forced his hands to remain still- reminding himself of the "diplomatic" arena in which he stood- as he faced the light bringer feet from him. "A pleasure," Param offered with a sardonic grin to the quiet man before him, "I'm sure it is for you, at least. Lucky we met here." In all his nearly seven centuries he'd not had a single peaceable conversation with a bearer of the element naturally opposed to his, and yet here he was breathing the same air as one- without even a weapon in hand. The thought of weapons reminded him that he'd caught sight of the blonde arming up in the corner of his eye, so when she appeared again he shrugged, "Well nothing too important... Killing mostly."

Dark eyes turned from her dismissively as she appeared to have her attention drawn to something else. Param wasn't surprised when she detached herself from them and disappeared into the night, he'd known more than a few of his kind that were irresistibly drawn to being close to the blackness above. Now alone other than the light elemental and the new arrival- a woman encased in blue who stood beside a sleek black metal beast-, he allowed himself to sink onto a nearby rock to wait out this strange meeting.

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Wayne opened his eyes to the bright blue sky, the sun shining in the east where it had recently risen. He smiled. He'd slept well last night. Routinely, he climbed out of bed and began to walk when he realized where he was.

So that's why he had slept so peacefully. He was in his natural habitat. He saw a cloud flying over his head sometime after he'd performed his little tricks. He decided to rest there. He smiled, chuckling at his decision. It felt like he was sleeping on air because he was sleeping on air. It was laughable.

He pulled out his GPS to take a look at how far he'd drifted in the night. Not very far at all, only about fourty miles. He could fly back in less than five minutes. He took a look at the ground, far below him. He smiled, then took a leap of faith, diving into the sky below him as if it were an olympic swimmer diving into a pool.

He pulled up at the last second and was now hovering above the ground, almost gliding above the earth above him. He sped across unfamiliar landscape, his only guide being the GPS. He saw the temple right away, and flew slower and slower as he approached. His feet touched the ground as he entered the temple where people were waking up.

"Like sleeping on air," he joked, grabbing a protien bar and taking a bite. "How are y'all today?"

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I walked around the big cave. It was amazing. I decided to go check out some of the rooms. Each room had a torch in it and a thing made out of earth that represented a bed. I decided it was time to go get the others.
"Guys! Hey! Guys! I found something!" I yelled as I ran down the tunnel and out the opening and nearly ran back in the tunnel from how bright the sun had gotten. "Damn, it's bright" I said blinking a few times and noticed how hot it was, so I took my jacket off and noticed I was wearing a white tank. My arms were covered in various tattoos meaning various things but most of them were old tattoos from the war times that I had gotten for my fallen friends in the war. They might have only been humans, but they were my friends nonetheless. I ran my hand through my hair that was all pushed down from the hood but it was now it's normal spiked up style with all the colors of a flame.
"Hey, guys! There's a opening at the end of this tunnel that leads to some big cave that has rooms in it!" I yelled at the group who was now in various places.

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I didn't want to go inside, I didn't trust that kid one little bit. I'm staying right here. If I trusted the stupid brat I still wouldn't go inside because the entire building looks ready to collapse. I smiled sourly and got out my car. I had no alcohol or food what so ever and it was making me feel claustrophobic with all the recycled air.

I looked around for something I could do but failed so I walked around in and out of view as I pleased. I wished it was darker then this summery bright blinding sun was making it, hell this sucked.

I'm always in a bad mood in the mornings because of three things.
1. It's always too bright.
2. Nothing seems to compare to my 'happy hour'
3. I have to socialise with these idiots.

I should of packed scrabble and cabbage and gone to my grandma's would of been much more entertaining then this, at least she hates everything and agrees with my views.

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Wayne wasn't entering the Earth Temple, not now, and hopefully not ever. He hated the earth and prefered the fresh air. Who know how long the air's been floating in the Temple, it probably was stale.

And just as he was thinking this, a new arrival, stepping on a freshly generated rock path. And here she is... he thought, grumbling under his breath. He'd much rather have a hundred Dark Elementals surrounding him now that to be in the situation he was with an Earth Elemental coming.

Sighing, he leapt on top of the Earth Temple. The air wasn't as hot as it was down there, close to the ground and the farther he got away from the group at this point, the better.