Foreboding Skies In The North (Mature)

[The Helper]

Call of the Siren

For the first time, the sirens throughout the school were wailing... wailing... wailing. Loud, low, something wrong. ".. All volunteers, please head off to the launch pads in back Babylos. This is not a drill. This is not a drill." An unfamiliar voice, perhaps Azrael Thantos? No, there was more of a rough undertone to it, not the sarcastic elegance that Azrael used. Nor was it kind or friendly, as Professor Byron. No.. this sounded slightly foreign, some sort of military tune to it. ".. I repeat, all volunteers, please head to the heavy blimp launch pads. This is not a drill. Briefing will start in thirty minutes." Barely, just barely, the sirens were slightly less loud then the speakers, but never once did they stop wailing. A state of emergency, it seemed the place was in. What sort of emergency, in God's name? There was a hush and a rush with all the students. Who would volunteer for this sudden crazy thing? Sounded important, but.. what was so important that they'd need such loud and noisy sirens for it? Something was amiss here..

* * * * * * * ....Elsewhere.... * * * * * * *

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".... So.... it's finally begun, eh?" came the black cloaked old man, his white, frosty beard picking up pieces of snowflakes, as he seemingly glided across the snow, of what appeared to be an army behind him. "... With this book, I could easily destroy that base.." came the eerie whisper, as he looked onto the Northern D-13 base. Snow. He looked up, as if, expecting to see someone watching him, his eyes, emenating with a flame-like light that rose from it, yellowish in color. [glow=black,2,300]"You must not fail, Mamolian.. resist destroying it, until they have come. The larger the blow against them.. the more glorious the victory it shall be. We have sent Donar ahead to... 'greet them'. We expect results."[/glow] came a voice from aside him. A completely cloaked figure in black, his features unseen. In a whisk of shadows, he disappeared. A subtle smile came from the Necromancer pulled the skull cape more tightly over his head, as he strode on. His ghouls licked their lips, eager... eager for the battle ahead, further away, a more dangerous army seen. Reinforcements were a few days away, due to their heavy proportions and instability. Their strike force would be enough, so long as the magical shields held. Part of the plan. His, skull-gauntleted hand went down to a book, at the side of his robes, as he opened it up with a quick flick of his wrist, the pages floating magically to the correct one, where words glowed, his left hand stabbing his evil-looking rod into the snow, casting his left hand, open, as if to block out the base from his own view.

"... Let the battle begin.. FROSTHOS!" as a shockwave of energy emenated from the ground, towards the base, spikes of ice shooting up from the ground, as it began to tear up into the base. Outlooking D-13 guards spotted this only too late, the snowy fog that emenated from this strange old man blocking out his vicious attack, as it began to tear into them, breaking apart bodies, spilling blood into the once pure-white snow. An alarm sounded, as the Necromancer closed his hand, turning it into a point, his ghouls ready for the word. He looked at them, at both sides of himself, as around fourty-eight undead things were ready to kill. A smile curled up on his face. "... All forces...."

... The sun went down, as night time came upon them all...

"..ATTACK!"

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"... Students. Why can't you send Kenji or yourself?" came a somewhat annoyed voice. Azrael Thantos snickered, slightly at this. "Students are expendable. They only become more useful if they gain experiance. As for myself, Kenji, Byron, and the Headmaster... we have nothing to gain, and everything to lose. Personally... I envy the students. This almost sounds like fun." Captain Bardy looked at him, slightly disgusted, his two soldiers standing behind him, looking at this man with a slight bit of fright. "... Fun indeed. We don't know what we're up against.. although, I suppose that does make sense, in some sick twisted way. You're sure you didn't have a hand in deciding this?" "... Oh, don't worry, Captain. We have a certain lug of a fellow who can jump in, if need be. In fact... he insisted, himself..." his lips curling into a cruel smile. Taken aback by this, Bardy just straightened out his D-13 hat, adjusting himself, waiting behind the hastily set up podium, with a line of about twelve D-13 soldiers behind the podium stand, aside from the two standing by him. The briefing would begin shortly, after a few students got here. Amazing what kids could do these days... Bardy could still scarcely believe it himself, as he gave a little smile.

* * * * * * * ....Off In Some Eskimo Village.... * * * * * * *

[glow=black,2,300]"... Well...?"[/glow] said one dark figure, nearby an eskimo's igloo. [glow=black,2,300]"The plan is coming together, perfectly."[/glow] said another, appearing before him, in a cast of shadows. [glow=black,2,300]"The necromancer Mamolian will prove... useful. At least with that book, hopefully."[/glow] One of the cloaked figures sniffed. [glow=black,2,300]".. This truly is the coming of evil.. isn't it? Wh-What in God's name are you still doing in there!?"[/glow] cried out one, peaking into the entrance of the igloo. [glow=black,2,300]"... I'm almost there! I'm the one and only cumming evil, bitch!"[/glow] came the gleeful response, as he continued to rape the wailing Eskimo woman, who.. really wasn't attractive. The dark figure looked up at the others, disgusted. [glow=black,2,300]"... I swear. Are we quite done yet?" "... Ahh.. Ahhh.. ahhh... God... Oh God... yes, we are so done here..."[/glow] as the wailing collapsed, and the woman fell to the floor of the igloo, an empty look of her eyes. Dead. The dark figure came out, dripping. The others shook their heads at him. [glow=black,2,300]"... I saw, I came, I conqoured.. this village."[/glow] There was a pause. They continued to shake their heads at him, and then, walked off into the snow. [glow=black,2,300]".. H-hey! Wait for me!"[/glow] as he ran off after them, his cloak leaving behind a suggestively smelling trail of bodily fluids and blood from overexertion.

[Phae]

Phae had been sitting in her dorm. Delana on her lap as she studied for her upcoming exam. Her sword up in it's holder on the wall the young teenager sat on her bed reading the large text book the tiny Jhereg in her lap squeaking happily.

It was then she heard the siren and her head shot up. Well hell looks like they needed help and she was all for helping this academy. They had done so very much for her and she had met Junpei here.

She set the Jhereg to the side and slipped in some jeans taking off her skirt because if this was a mission or some kind of fight she wasn't going in a skirt. Slipping on a cordory jacket of a white color and buttoning up across her stomach so she was cool now but later if need be she could be warmer.

Grabbing her blade off the wall she strapped it to her waist on a belt that hung loosely around her hips it's sole purpose to keep her sword accessable. Leaving a note for her fiance' incase he didn't go and came back to the dorm she sat it on his pillow. She picked up Delana and put her in the small bag on her hip.

Now it was time to run. Out the door and down the hall she ran. All the way into Babylos where the blimp launch pads where. She was there barely out of breath as she was very fit and she was ready. Jhereg and sword she was ready to fight for her school!

"Phae Weiss, reporting." she said happily as she waited.

[Sieg]

Sieg lay sprawled out on his bed, tinkering with some plans on his pds. More improvements he intended to make to Atticus eventually. He never seemed to get around to doing any of them because just as he got ready to implement one of his plans another popped into his head and he ran off to write it down and plan it out.

He almost fell off his bed as a shrill siren shook him out of his creative reverie. Emergency, what exactly was going on?! Sieg sat up immediately, gathering up his plans hastily and stashing them in the closet. If there was an emergency and they needed volunteers he would step up to the cause. He grabbed his pds and his pouch of mini-sects.

Atticus stood up, watching his master with a puzzled cocking of his head. Sieg side and hit a button on the pds, opening a chamber in the golem's chest. He grabbed some scrap metal from the corner and tossed into the chamber. There was a pneumatic hiss as the chamber closed itself and the golem started for the door after its master.

"Report to the blimp launching site...." Sieg murmurred as he and Atticus stepped out of the school. Sieg grinned excitedly, "Time to test out those wings old friend," he said as there was another hiss and a pair of large silver wings folded out from Atticus' back. The golem gave them a few test flaps and hovered in the air a few feet off the ground. Seemingly satisfied the golem shot forward, scooping up Sieg as it flew.

The pair soared through the air at incredible speeds as Sieg hastily scrolled through a map of the city of Babylos trying to find the launching sites the voice had spoken of. Sieg spotted them on a map and pointed to an area at the city below as Atticus changed course and dived for the launching site. There was a soft rumble as Atticus landed in a squatting sort of position. Sieg tumbled out of his grasp and shook his head a little.

"You'll have to work on your landings there Atticus," he said with a bit of a chuckle as he adjusted his goggles that were resting on his forehead and stood, "Uh..Sieg Rhinehart reporting, what's the emergency?" he asked, looked around intently.

[Robert]

He slowly slipped his leg through the hole, keeping his mind off of the siren. It didn't mean anything to him. However, the letter he had obtained only thirty seconds ago had. It commanded him of something in quite a short and simple way, yet ultimately, it was quite expected. He was the academy's tool. Their doll to use whenever something arose. It was only natural that he would be thrown into the crossfire when an emergency came about.

Robert slid his other foot through the second hole, pulling up the pants and continuing through the motions, unable to keep his mind off of what the letter said.

Go to the meeting. Complete the mission. Failure is unacceptable.

The words were hand written, or at least done with magic. it seemed they didn't want to type it up and print it. One couldn't blame them. It was ultimately quicker to write it than even start up a computer. Of course, they were all trivial matters. Unimportant in every sense of the word.

He withdrew the short-sleeved blue T-shirt from the drawer, keeping with his regular form. When he had finished, he was standing in navy slacks, black sneakers, dark blue shirt, open cotton jacket, and of course, a head of messy hair. It seemed... natural.

He placed the black gloves on the table beside him, taking a deep breath. He hated having to go through with this. The feeling almost hurt with the machine. But, he'd need it for the mission. So, he balled his hand into a fist for a second, and then let it relax, placing his palm against the solid black machine. Instantly the slightly tainted energy began to fill his body, his mind losing all trace of thought for the moment. The regular warmth filled him, but paired with it was the almost burning feeling of unpure energy. Nature's energy felt so much better, but one could not complain.

He let his hand fall to his side for a moment, eyes closed as the energy settled. Slowly it begun to relax, letting Robert continue and slide his gloves on, keeping him fairly non-lethal until he was to fight. It seemed he was already.

He looked back at the letter for a moment, quickly finding his eyes on the now fixed door. He opened it, quickly shutting it when he was out and beginning his run towards back Babylos. The meeting grounds.

...

Robert stepped onto the launch pads, tired and still breathing heavily from his long run. However, that would soon dissipate. For now, he just had to stand and wait for the briefing to begin. Hopefully, it would be soon. Truth be told, Robert had been thinking of a few new ways to manipulate the energy of inside of him. Maybe it would make this new turn of events more enjoyable.

[Ethan Yukimaru]

Quietly getting out of his bed, Ethan slowly donned his traditional robes and outfit this fine day, remembering to put plenty of strings within his robes. Today...seemed different for some reason. Though Ethan could not sense it, he slowly went down to his large kitchen and began to make breakfast for himself. While none of his butlers and maids were here, Ethan would be required to take care of himself...a task he was well to used to doing back in his early childhood...before war and greed tore apart his family. Regardless, slowly taking his time with breakfast, the man soon looked up in the sky as he thought of what was going to happen today. Though he could not sense it, Ethan just had a strange feeling, premonition really, that something odd and dangerous would happen. Regardless, the man soon cleaned up after himself and proceeded out in the living room. There, he picked up his scarf, tied it around his neck, and walked out side into the streets...a bit of empty due to it being this early in the morning. Regardless, as Ethan proceeded to head over to the Academy's training center the sirens yelled...a foreign voice over it....

"Launch pads is it?" The Weaver said to himself, quietly staring toward the back end of the flying island. "This should be most interesting. Indeed, it would be such a shame if i were to miss out on this, no matter no dangerous... It could provide ample training."

Slowly turning himself around, Ethan locked his large dorm mansion and quickly took to the streets, the winds of today blowing rather harshly against the Nobleman. His hair flung all back, save those in the tubes which signified his royalty.... To his family at least, while his scarf moved so far back, it was as though it was trying to strange Ethan. However, the man looked expressionless and emotionless as the wind continued to whip against him..... In his hand, hidden within his sleeve, Ethan had strings already in place....prepared to battle in case the opportunity arrived. While not truly a seeker of battle, The Weaver wanted to gain strength.... So that when he becomes head of his murderous clan. all would obey and respect him....

"Of course" He thought, the wind brushing against his figure. "Respect through power can only equal downfall... I hope in time my family can begin to learn and respect me."

Quietly going through the streets, Ethan soon came to the back of the Isle, where the emergency launch pads were. Looking around, he noticed all sorts of people entering. Indeed, many of them were children who, Ethan thought, must have been powerful. Indeed, Children can do so much these days, so much more then their adult counterparts. However, he, at the age of 28, shall show these children that elders still have skills with them. Of course, he was a bit concerned at how he was so old yet enrolled at the Academy while some people younger then him are teaching him...... "Non sense... I have nothing to worry about" He thought to himself, closing his eyes for a brief moment. With that, the Nobleman looked up, his robes still moving briskly in the wind as he approached the Launch pads....

"Hmm..I wonder what this is all abut" The thought to himself, never really asking himself why they were called here... Indeed, the reason why he went to the back in the first place was his sense of duty to the Academy....

Anyways, Ethan soon moved toward a Academy official in the area, staring him closely in the eye as he approached. Before, he had seen a person he met in the school... Sieg he believed the name was it. Behind him there was Atticus, moving to protect his master. Indeed, The Nobleman would be interested as to how Sieg would be able to fight. Back to the present, Ethan looked at the Official in the eye intensely, his nobility very apparent by his figure and what some would call "Aura"

"This is Ethan Yukimaru reporting" He said in a deep, as if commanding voice. " I have arrived and Am waiting for orders sir..."

It was funny, as to how he was speaking to a higher official, yet spoke as if condescendingly to him, yet just not enough for him to be ridiculed and punished by...

[Junpei]

The sound of metal on metal escaped from the courtyard of Arcane Academy, more than a few students watching as Junpei Taltos spun on his heel and came around for a round about slash on his target, himself. Another clang was heard as the twin blades connected and both Junpei's reeled from the attack. Junpei came up and came in with another sideways blow, the blade moving with ever increasing speed, once again the other Junpei met his attack and the two blades locked into another dance of strength.

The blade Junpei held was one he had received from Winklewood. a magical blade that used magic to defend it's user, but at a cost. Junpei had to wield the blade two handed, and even then it was a damn heavy blade. Even though it only weighed in at seven pounds the magic within the blade made it more sluggish, like the blade itself wanted the user to be worthy of holding this weapon. Junpei had started to wander if the blade itself was sentient, maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, it hadn't connected to Junpei if it was.

A swing and a dodge from both Junpei and both blades were stuck into the ground. Junpei brought the hem of his black tee shirt up and whipped off his brow, he was sweating pretty heavily and the Junpei across from his was sweating badly to, the both of them pretty warn out. Speaking of which, who was the other Junpei? It was in fact a doppleganger Junpei had summoned up for training purposes. Of course he wouldn't gain any real fighting experience, not in the least, but he would be able to work his body out, get into better shape to better handle this sword.

Already his arm strength had near doubled, holding the sword for hours on end just to train his arms to get used to the weight, it wouldn't be long now before he would be able to handle the ting one handed. However, for the time being he would have to hold it two handed, a small sacrifice to ensure his speed kept up. The small things with this sword seemed to be most important.

Releasing the doppleganger Junpei pulled off his shirt and let out a huff, a few of the female students blushed as the obviously well built Junpei took a drink of water from the bottle, to bad for them the two rings on his left hand told them he was taken. Smiling as Loish, his familiar, landed on his shoulder Junpei took a couple puffs from a mana inhaler, coughing as the forced mana entered his body. He coughed once more and took a deep breath, fresh air revitalizing him. Around him a few of the fresher recruits were still awestruck, Junpei was obviously well experienced around here as a few of the older students walked over and started talking to him. Junpei could only laugh a bit as they talked about his blowing off a dragon's leg.

"Yeah yeah well remember, I had a lot of help!"

A roar escaped as Loish puffed up his chest, trying to make himself look like an imposing and needed figure. Junpei broke threw the group to the outside, walking past a few newer recruits he gave them a smile and wave and then headed into the halls of Arcane. Quickly moving threw the halls he found a gym shower and got in, being sure to keep his clothes under Loish's watchful gaze. Letting the hot water run over his body he almost missed the siren tat wailed threw the academy, instantly alerting him that something was up. Shutting off the water he caught the words that followed and was out and dressed quickly. His hair was still soaking wet as he bolted down the halls of Arcane Academy, Loish clinging to his shoulder tightly.

Coming into the landing pad area Junpei spotted several students, but only one caught his eyes, Phaedra Weiss. He quickly moved over to her and gave her a quick kiss before turning to look at the others, several of them looked fresh, one was definitely older but he didn't carry the air of a long time academy student about him, so of course Junpei immediately had one thing come to mind.

"What's with all the rookies? Oh and Junpei Taltos, reporting as ordered."

Junpei now had something different about him that not even Phaedra would have seen, the sword. He had yet to tell her of it, figuring the best way to tell her would be to show her. Of course he wouldn't tell her this sword could kill him if he didn't use it right, no he didn't want her worrying over something like that. So strapped across his back right below where his left wing would appear and right over where his right would appear, he let the sword hang. It wasn't terribly tight, but it was in tight enough that should he take flight the sword would definitely stay in place and not be falling off.

Here he stood, sword cross back, dressed in a black tee shirt and black slacks, black running shoes, and with his one arm around his fiance's waist. He awaited the briefing that was to come, with any luck it would be an easy assignment, but if the sirens were wailing he doubted it.

[Wolf, the Joker]

(Wolf was resting up in a tree in the school's area. But soon heard something about an attacking being back or something like that. He didn't want to go but he had to go and make sure that the others will be safe. It was in his blood to help the others. This was the only place that he thought was home. Wolf jumps off the tree and places his right hand over his deck of cards. Holding tightly he lets go and fixes himself up a bit. he made use that his swords were in places before going anywhere. His side sword was all ready, but the new sword that he had gain awhile bit made his worry a bit, but he had to make due.

He only hoped that his new sword fighting style is good enough. He started to run into the area where all the students were at. He jumped up on to the roof and saw a few people there. He jumped down and walked up to the other. He heard what one guy in a black tee said about "rookies". Wolf just smiled as he walked up to the group.)

You shouldn't be calling anyone "rookies" here. Like they say, the one that barks the loudest has no bite. I hope in your case that is not the point. Oh, Wolf here.

(His red cape covered his body all the way blew his knees and the top part over his mouth but what he said was loud enough for everyone to hear. Wolf made use to hide his sword. But his other sword was on his back and the handle was showing. His arms were folded.)

ooc: My intro post is never my best posts ;D

[Xeryth Varson]

Laying back in bed, Xeryth's nearby desk lamp had been turned around to light the area he laid in. Comfortably, Xeryth curled up with a book, trying his absolute hardest to forget the fact that this copy of Zoroaster's works was the very book Phoebe had given him. He tried to read the words, but he simply could not fully appreciate them for what they were, he was so distracted.

Suddenly, a new distraction cut off his old one, which caused him to decide to stop reading altogether. Apparently, something serious was going on, as alarm klaxons went off all throughout the compound and a message from someone Xeryth could not recognize telling all volunteers to head to the landing platforms behind Babylos. Xeryth thought about it for a few moments, knowing that whatever it was, it was exactly the thing that could get his mind off of the events that had transpired between himself and Phoebe. Lately he had been absorbing himself in reading and training, mainly anything to keep his mind off things, but had been failing miserably. Perhaps, this way, he could not only help the Academy that had given him so much, but serve his own selfish ends as well.

As he closed the book, however, something caught his eye.

-To Xeryth, the best thing in my life. Love, Phoebe-

It was engraved on the front color, and it caused Xeryth to go even paler than before. Quicker than ever, he dropped the book and grabbed a grey hoodie, putting it along with an extra set of clothes, his usual drab greys and blacks, into a backpack and throwing it over his back, rushing out the doorway, getting as far away as possible from the truth he was trying to make himself forget.

---Minutes Later---

Xeryth looked out amongst all the other students who had come about, still too emotionally shaken to fully make much communication. The CO for the mission had come up to him, however, demanding his name. Shakily, Xeryth looked up at him, reporting as ordered.

"X-X-Xeryth Varson, sir. Reporting for duty."

[Onira]

Onira placed his hand against the rock, giving Saisho a grin. The alarm. Such an annoying sound. Something so annoying was no meant to be that loud. But, it did bring with it some interest. One had to admit it was quite an intriguing call that the person over the speakers had made. Whoever said person was.

Onira had been in his dorm at the time, as it seemed so many others had been. Just relaxing, really. He had kept Saisho with him for the last little while, in truth. The silver elk mostly just layed down and slept, anyway. Not like doing it next to Onira's bed was that big of a deal. The big lug.

Although he would never admit it, when Onira heard the sudden ring of the sirens, he almost hit the roof. Such a sudden blaring of sound was... unexpected, to say the least. However, what he had heard along with them had excited him quite a bit, which brought him to the large white boulder. Pretty much, the boulder was his stock of melee weapons. The only reason he ever went there was for a weapon, truth be told. Today, it was a katana. Been a while since he had used that specific weapon for the past while. Could be fun to pick it up again. Or so one hoped.

The familiar alchemic light filled the area, Onira's hand slowly being pushed back. Saisho merely watched and waited, apparently comfortable with alchemy being used around himself. Strange.

Onira caught the katana in his hand, giving it a few quick swings against the air. It was light, yet almost unbreakable. The reason it was so strong was because the stone that it had jsut come from was, in-fact, about as strong as steel. Oh yes, fun would be had.

Onira chrugged, giving Saisho another look before placing his other hand against the stone. The light shown brightly once again, pushing his hand off of the mineral for the second time today. He caught the newly crafted item, sliding the curved sword into it. His sword's saya (sheath). Now it felt more right.

He held the saya and sword combination in his hand, clicking his tongue once. Saisho stood up in understanding, Onira jumping on the elk's back. He grabbed the elk's neck hair/fur with his left hand, is other occupied with the sword. He pulled lightly, the elk turning in the corresponding direction.

"You ready, Saisho?"

The elk huffed lightly, Onira taking the familiar sound as the sign to go. So, he gave the elk a kick in the sides with his heels, and the two were off.


He pulled back against the elk's neck, the creature suddeny dropping it's back legs and coming to a quick stop. Onira flipped one leg off his saddle-less stead, giving Saisho a quick pat on the side. The two clopped through onto the launch pag, Onira giving a whistle at the area around them. However, the elk just gave an unimpressed huff.

"Spoil sport!"

Onira stuck his tongue out at Saisho for a moment, flipping it back into his mouth to give the Officials a greeting.

"Howdy!"

He waved to them, running up to the area where they stood, Saisho clacking along with him. He was interested to see what this whole thing was about, but really, if fun was had, it didn't matter too much.

Onira and the elk came to an abrupt stop, both of them looking at the people ahead. He didn't recognize any of them. At least, he didn't think he did. He knew some of the students, but not the Officials. However, one had to think it was the same for everybody.

"Oh, uhh... Riekana Onira reporting. As is Saisho."

He gave a smoewhat overly-serious sounding voice, the tone quite new to him. However, he figured he'd get used to it soon enough.

[Darian Dumonte]

"Darian Dumonte."

Came the soft voice as Darian stepped onto the transport armed to the teeth once more. He hadn't been this heavily armed since the Butcher's class back at the academy. He brushed aside his hair as he considered what he was doing and shook his head. This was something that had to be done. A massive black cat strode with Darian and sat near him as they both waited.

[Alastin]

"Your name?"

"Drake Sevnik," Came the russian-accented voice as Drake looked around and saw quite the company of others. Drake shook his head for a moment as he sensed that this would be quite the important fight. He stepped onto the transport ready for anything he hoped at least.

We can do this.

Just have to be careful.

Drake sat down in a seat as he studied the others.

[Kheldar]

"Remember Kheldar the Dragon Armor has barely had any field tests you'll have to be careful."

"Yeah yeah...."

"And remember it CAN OVERHEAT even in cold conditions."

So bothersome.

Crackle...

"....."

"YOU BETTER NOT BE READING A DAMN PORN BOOK AGAIN!"

Man what an ass....

He heard the comms in his ears and sighed softly as he took the controls and felt the canopy close. Bringing the systems online the Dragon took to the launch catapult that would take it in range of the loading talk and felt the Gs slam him back into his cozy cockpit seat and caused him to land at the destination needed. The heavy armor approached the loading station and Kheldar switched to loudspeaker.

"Kheldar reporting."

"Rodger Kheldar you'll be stashing yourself in the main part of the blimp with the tanks."

Kheldar had noticed a few people going on the blimp one kid with some fatass cat and a guy who looked like he stepped out of a Naruto manga going on there. Among a few other people as well.

So bothersome...

Why the hell did I get up for this?

Crackle...

The access area opened and the armor actually LEAPED up into it leaving the ground where it stood a tad charred. Kheldar moved the armor into the designated area and continued reading.

Crackle...

This is going to be dull...

[Shea]

Dancing. The smoothe strokes and the gentle movements and graceful turns. It was what was keeping Shea occupied in the studio the peaceful and beautiful music played out as she moved through her dance touching her jewels here and there to give the dance a bit of flare.

The siren cut through the music and she stopped listening carefully to the words that came over the speaker. She sighed for a moment and threw some jeans over her leotard and slipped her shoes. She grabbed a light green hoodie and ran. She would put it on when she got there right now the long sleeved leotard covered her upper body. It was tight..very tight but right now it wasn't important.

BELLA!

Allready waiting at the sight. she replied.

Shea smiled as she made it to the area where all the others were waiting and the giant white panther greeted her with a nuzzle on her leg.

Bet you fresh tuna that Darian likes what you're wearing. she said looking up at Shea.

Bella! This is not the time!

Nervous?

Shut it, Bel or it's dry bagged food for you!

That's just wrong.

Shea stepped onto the platform with the rest and took a moment to look around at the others. She slid her arms through her hoodie and shrugged it up on her shoulders before she zipped it over her stomach leaving the area from bust up unzipped to keep her somewhat cool. Her hair already went back she looked to the man in charge.

"Shea Donnovan, reporting." she said with a smile and moved over to Darian and stood next to him taking his hand in hers.

[Darian Dumonte]

Orchid being the clever cat that he was had saw Bella step on and gave a feline grin as he moved over and rubbed against Bella with his black-furred body. He moved over to a spot with her to where he could lay down and waited for Bella to snuggle up against him. Resting his muzzle on the back of her neck his tail swished now and then as the cat was without clever remark for once.

A rare occurence indeed...

Darian turned when he felt Shea take his hand and immeadiatly had to keep himself from going nuts. He turned all right giving a smile but, he saw her bust straining to be free of the tight outfit. Today's lesson?

They wiggle.....wiggle.....wiggle.......wiggle.....

Darian kissed her on the lips a deep simmering emotion in the kiss as he held it as he slid his arms around her. He gave a smile when he broke it and spoke softly.

"If this wasn't a serious occaison I'd say something clever right about now. All I can say now is you look incredible...."

He leaned forward so he could whisper in her ear.

"Sexy as well. I almost wish I wasn't busy earlier so I could see you move gracefully on the floor."

[Lanji Romano]

"FAITH SHALL GRANT US VICTORY!"

Lanji bellowed in a triumphant voice as he came towards the transport in full armor a cape snapping behind him. He strode with purpose and grace a helmet in his arm and a shield worn on his left arm. A massive broadsword hunt at his side and a crossbow hung snugly in the holster on the other side. He looked like he had stepped out of an old fairytale.

"To battle and glory we shalt prove ourselves just in the cause of God."

Lanji stated as he reached the platform and looked at the man.

"Lanjo Romano reporting, Sir."

He said respectfully as he waited.