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Dahlia
A quiet rumble traveled across the land that used to be Britain. A large rock emerged over a hillside near the Tradelands. It levitated just above the ground and moved at a relatively fast pace. Atop this rock sat Dahlia, flaming locks trailing behind her in the wind. She sat relaxed, with a smile on her face. Exciting things were happening. She was in the Wastes when the plane crashed. She left immediately, knowing that this was a big deal for the Rifters. They hadn't seen any outsiders in quite some time. And, chances were, that plane held something the hadn't seen in months.
She had heard a meeting called amongst the more prominent Rifters. While she was not necessarily a leader, she was driven by curiosity. She would make it into this meeting to see what was going on one way or another.
As she neared the warehouse, her traveling rock slowed and lowered to the ground. She hopped off, landing gently on the ground and let the rock collapse into the earth beneath it. As she entered the doorway, she quickly surveyed the others who were there already.
"I hope I'm not late." She said sweetly as she stepped inside. She recognized some of the others there. Ricardo she had obviously heard of before. He was much more handsome in person. But he was a bit too serious for her liking.
The monster of a man, on the other hand, she recognized right away. She flashed Twilight a quick smile followed by a wink before making her way over to the table and sitting down.
The woman in the room, she wasn't one hundred percent sure of, as she didn't tend to pay as much attention to women(unless they showed interest in her) but she thought she may have an idea who she was. Unsure of this girl's personality, she gave her a shy smile and a quick nod.
Nastasya
The night of the crash, Natasya had been sleeping in a shack-like pile or rubble she called her "home". It was only the next day that she overheard some other's in the Temporalzone talking about it. Curious, she made her way to the trade zones. She didn't plan on going to the meeting everyone was talking about, but she wanted to get some information.
Her first thought on the matter was that perhaps the Order was attacking. Upon hearing that the plane seemed damaged and had crashed, she thought otherwise. Either way, if anyone from the Order happened to be in their grounds, she wanted to know about it.
She had been to the Tradezones many times before to get food and other goods, so she knew the area. She came first to the marketplace. This was an excellent place to find out new information, as people were often busily talking and not paying attention to who might be listening.