"I realize this," Ice says softly. She smiles at him and raises her hand. Snowflakes begin to dance around in them and she watches them. "But the clothes seem fitting, don't they?" She grins at them and closes her fist. "I'm Icilane, but I was called Ice when I had friends." She frowns at the ground before looking back up at him. "Who are you?" She narrows her eyes suspiciously. "You aren't a Blade are you?"

**"What an ass,"** Violet said in response to the man on the intercom or so had Ronan reckoned. He was too busy stoking the fire to really care. The smell of rabbit wafted through the air, making both of them all the more hungry. **"Yer tellin' me."** He had supposed that the peace wasn't going to last forever. Well, considering their hellish conditions, it wasn't _exactly_ peaceful, but it was a lot better than being dead or booted to another era in time. Both could happen at any time and both equally terrified and excited Ronan. Though he knew his obligation was to take care of Violet, despite not knowing her connection to him. _He had no right to ask._ **"Hey, Ronan,"** Violet started, hugging her knees next to the fire, **"What do you think will happen if anyone comes across us?"** What kind of question was that? _Oh._ An innocent one, he supposed. **"We kill 'em. . Well, I mean, if they mean any harm,"** he looked up for a minute to see a certain sense of sadness and maybe even fear in her chocolate brown eyes, **"Cheer up, kiddo. I'm sure we won't have ta. Nobody will find us, ye hear?"** He wasn't so sure if he could trust his own words anymore.

John looked at Ice and raised his palm so it was facing the sky. A small sphere of light appeared in the center, casting a slight glow. "Nope. Lucky for you, I'm 100% Outcast," he said, extending his hand out towards her. It was nice to talk to people again. He'd pretty much been alone since the barrier came up and Lily was forced to leave.

Ice eyes his hand warily. She doesn't trust new people right off the bat, but this guy seems alright. She reaches out warily and shakes his hand. "Nice to meet you," she says politely. "So what exactly is going on?" she asks. "With the intercom thing. Do you know?"

Shade slowly continued walking in the random direction he had choosen before, hoping to God that his mind remembered the path he was taking....but he may not have to with all the noise and destruction he was causing so far. *Someone is bound to hear you at this rate. I would advise finding a place soon, and out of the way too.* (I would, but I'm currently trying to DRAG MY FEET AFTER ALMOST 18 HOURS WITHOUT SLEEP!) **Geez bro, ya need tah calm the fuck down. Jus' relax, i' ain't like ya likely to come across no one at this rate.** (Please, Tempt Fate more. I beg of you to!) *Now now, there's no need to beg. We're more than happy to make your life a Living Hell still.* **Agreed!** (Oh fuck my life. We're gunna get into a fight like this soon....) As Shade had his mental argument/conversation with his other parts, he soon started hearing voices nearby, and started smelling smoke. A lot of smoke. The amount of smoke one would make from a campfire. (Well, we definitely found people. Good job assholes.) **Heh, All in a fien dayz work bro!** *It was only innevitable.* Shade leaned on one of the trees next to him, and stepped on a falled branch. It made quite the racket. He'd probably have company soon then. And company in this city was never a good thing for Shade.

Danny "Oh right, also, nice little side-note." he said, his mocking tone echoing through-out the island "I may or may not have a plan to kill off every kike loving commie-scum blade member inside our lovely protective wall. Thought you'd like to know. If your interested, meet me under my flag. Or one of them at least.You'll find a two-way radio with a channel scratched into the back. Contact me and I'll find you. End transmission of tonight." He hated the persona he maintained on his station, but it caught people's attention, and that's what he needed.

Midnight walked outside looking around at her surroundings, she wondered where that message came from. She felt her stomach rumble meaning time to find something to eat. She focused on any dead corpses but it wasn't hard to find many since every step she takes death has already marked his spot. She kept sensing the corpses as she walked around her every senses on high alert.

The branch snapped and Ronan cringed. He could feel the intensity of a soft glare on the side of his face and brushed it off. **"As you were saying, Ronan?"** Such a smartass. She had to get it from Ronan, assuming they really were related. Though he had dealt with plenty of strange situations in his life: the idea that they were related was far from the strangest. Without another word, Ronan stood up from his spot on the ground, dusting his hands off. He was getting too old for this. **"Man the fire for me, darlin'. I'll go have a look."**' **"Like hell you will!"** She snapped back, standing up beside him. Well, he couldn't exactly tell her to beat it: she was almost of age. And sooner or later, she'd have to deal for herself. As far as he was concerned, she was more fit for survival than he was. This was likely because her ability was actually useful in terms of a confrontation and didn't screw her over each time upon usage. Though his face was feigned with disappointment, he was smiling a bit inside. **"Alright, alright. C'mon then,"** and away from their fire they went, moving only a few feet into the forest. Surely, the individual had heard them. Had they readied a trap? Where they with the Blades? So many questions ran through Ronan's head before he stopped in front of a boy, no older than Violet, with white hair and dressed in black. **"And who the hell are ye?"**

John shook Ice's hand and then looked up at the sky, listening to the next announcement. "Jesus. That's an angry Outcast. But at least he's angry at the Blades and not us," he said, turning back to Ice. "So do you have a place to stay nearby. I'd rather be gone when all the killers and what not come out to play.

Midnight hummed a quite song as she looked around for anybody close to hurting her. She felt a tug on her shirt which was a single Timothy made to make Midnight know he was still there with her. Midnight whispers softly "Go see if there is food anywhere Tim." She didn't command but said kindly. Tim nodded and disappeared to find her something to eat. So Mid stood there ready to summon the dead if anyone dared to come close to here

Shade stared at the man who'd walked out of the brush. he was obviously older, a little over mid-age probably by the looks of things. **The Bastard looks like he's younger than dad ever was. And he was Pretty old!** ....So that meant above mid-age, less than 50. 40's obviously, and by the sound of things, a damn unhappy guy at that. *He sounds like the derranged Psychopath we have to keep us company, does he not?* **Hey! I resent that! He completely isn't as amazing as me!** (....and I have these two idiots to keep me company, right....) Shade sighed quietly to himself as he examined the man, currently ignoring the girl next time him for now. It wasn't the time to get sidetracked from the one speaking to you, even though he could faintly feel a....spark? Static. Hey shadow was staticy. *Her Ability must have something to do with Electricity then.* **I ain't pickin up whatever the hell this guy's got for tricks.** *Likewise. Strange. Be wary of this one.* (Noted. Anyways.) "....You know, it's only polite to introduce yourself before asking the name of another." Shade quietly replied. His usual quieter tone often getting lost in the sounds of others. Like a Shadow. (Heh, that actually makes a lot of sense when I think of it like that). *Indeed.* "As well, if you plan on trying to attack me, please do not be so obvious in your intents. I can clearly see your support right now, and by seeing her- the likelihood of my being intimidated is lessed....not that you would have somehow intimidated me anyways. Though, I'd be suprised if you did...." Shade did his usual ramblings to the outside World. It was the way he came across usually, and the only real way he probably ever will....to anyone that didn't meet him in battle though.

Ice nods. "I have a place, but you may not like it." She jerks her chin back toward the abandoned city. "I was staying in one of the lesser broken down houses. It isn't exactly a good hiding place up above, but there's a bomb shelter down below. We could stay in there until the Blades head back out. Sound okay?"

Blade I keep sprinting, I'm a forest runner, it's what I do. I get paid 25 pounds every mile I run and on nights I kill or track an outcast I make time and a half. I switch to heat vision, seeing three bodies standing nearby, and what looked like one sprinting straight in my direction. Danny "Fucking Move! Blades, we got a forest runner!" He roars as he runs past Ronan and Shade, sprinting straight for the cluster of human genomes. Blade -Is he headed towards..?- "Holy shit, Report: We have an A.O. I repeat, aggressing outcast! I'm at quad. 416.0723, send backup asap, I repeat, I need bac-ACK!" Danny He was saying something as my fist connected with his adams apple

John nodded and smiled. "Sounds great. I've been searching these woods all day for something that may or may not exist," he said, adjusting his messenger bag and stowing the piece of paper that kid had given him, safe until he needed to see it. He gestured in front of them, "Lead the way Ice," he said, flashing a smile.

Shade watched with impassive eyes as a guy who apperently was into killing Blades whurled past him and his current social aquantices. **Dumbfuck's gunna start a fight with a Blade way out here? Muthafuka!** *This is entirely a stupid descision on his part. Especially because now Blades will come out here to search.* (....Annoying....).

"Something that may or may not exist?" she asks, beginning to walk back out of the forest. She heads back toward the town, seeing her very small, broken home against the horizon. It had taken her about fifteen minutes to walk out here, so that should be enough time. "What do you mean by that?"

Midnight could hear something fall to the ground, she whispers for timothy to come back to her as she ran to the scene. She stopped when she saw people and felt her heart tighten. It's been so long since she saw people. Real people. She then climbed a tree and jumped to the next silently making sure she wasn't heard. She watched as she stared at a Blade on the ground looking like he just got punched in the throat. Which probably explains the bruise she saw that was starting to show on its neck. "Tim can you get down there and see what they are saying." She whispers where she can only hear and Tim can hear it. Tim appeared looking at the scene his body turning into its ghostly form as he listens in.

Violet blinked and stared at the boy for a few moments. Ronan was doing the same, until without warning, he placed his hand rather roughly onto the boy's shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze. **"The hell are you goin' on about, boy?"** While it was aggressive, Violet noted that it was moreso intended to bring the boy back into reality before anything else. **"We aren't goin' to attack you. Unless you want to attack us. And, if that's the case,"** Ronan's sarcastic and gruff laugh erupts, **"Then start runnin'."** He let go of the boy's shoulder with a double pat, **"Now, I don't want to ask again, boy. What's yer name?"**

Shade was....unimpressed with the man so far. He seemed too laidback and unprepared for a fight. He showed no readiness, and lacked any sort of air, aura, or understanding of how a fight between them would go. Thus far, Shade would say he'd win. Easily at that. "....I am Shade. And still, you seem to lack understanding to what I said....No matter I suppose." Shade continued, using his monotone of the *Unimpressed* to speak for now. **I say we show this bitch who's da fuckin man 'round 'ere!** *Shut up Psychopath.* **Make me Robot. I fuckin' Dare ya!** (SILENCE!) [....will fall.] (No.) [....Fine....] **Good, go back tah sleep ya weirdo.** *....Useless.* "Who, are you?" Shade awaited the mans answer to his question, and wondered if the girl would speak at all. Not that he really cared, but he did have important things to do. Like sleep still.

Sensing no further threat, but simply an ego complex, Ronan turned around and began to walk away. **"My name isn't important, kiddo."** Violet looked at her companion walking away, turning to Shade once more. **"I'm sorry to have bothered you. We'll be going now. Have a good night,"** she spoke in a soft tone, though not without determination. It certainly wasn't helpless either, that was for damn sure. They would retire for the night and hide away, hoping that the eager idiot would not bring the Blades into their camp. Now _there's_ someone that Ronan would not hesitate to kill. After all, there was nothing the Outcasts hated more than the Blades. Why wouldn't they?