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Im interested but what kinda player base are we talking?5-6 or more?

Order Screams would quickly being as Order arrived to scenes of violence, the blinding bands of light and sudden appearance was enough to diffuse most situations. Perhaps it was something about the core concept of most religion pushing that the divine are shrouded in light? Some however had the audacity to not only continue their violent actions but to attempt to harm her as-well! One of which was a fellow conduit, Clearly not a the brightest bulb, it attempted at first to attack her with a gust of dust? Calling it an "attack" was a bit of a stretch, all it managed to do was mess her hair and attire. With this in mind she raised a brow and released a focused wave of light, Bright enough to sear the Conduits retinas. While the man stumbled about trying to heal his delicate eyes Order sighed, "A weakling like you hardly counts as a conduit." The man ended up tripping and falling just in front of her. "Do you know about reapers? Or at the least know someone who might?" The man whimpered but managed to hold onto a bit of his masculinity as he cursed in her general direction "F*ck you!" To which her retort was a demonstration of how much more things hurt when you can't see it coming, in other words her cane jabbed into the mans forehead. "Such language is hardly needed, a yes or a" The conduit summoned up a wall of red dust and bits of stray brick and made it smash wildly in the dank little alleyway. Order grimaced dodging a brick that came at her from behind with a simple tilt of her head. Her cane glowed vibrantly before slamming into the mans head with enough force to make a stomach churning crack, a normal human would have likely been cleaved from such a blow. "Tch, you couldn't even defend yourself and you had the gumption to attack me again?...." Order allows her disappointment to show "Similar to the bricks it didn't take much to break you." The feeling of warmth on her exposed skin hinted at the suns light, meaning it was time to head back.The night's exploits had been anything but a effective usage of her time...aka a waste of it. She couldn't help but shake her head as she paced back and forth, seeking shadows is something light does however shadows are adept at avoiding it. Aside from the expected violence that comes in the night, it was much quieter than she had expected. Was this plan from the "Reapers" just a ruse to rile up the masses? As she sits at her rather rustic table, she grabs a remote from the center of it. With two clicks a radio began to cycle channels, after about a minute of random cycles later she ends up on a local news station. One that was covering a growing crisis, that clearly needed to be brought to order. "Washington street, thankfully I haven't showered yet." Order stepped up to the roof, unlike last time where she simply searched through the light she had a destination. In one Flash of light that would make a blue dwarf envious she was above Washington, but the light pollution forced her far higher than she would have liked. She barely managed to dodge the blades of a helicopter that had been beneath her, even hundreds of feet up she still could feel trace amounts of sand and ash in the winds. The distinct click of her cane was the only sound of her landing, not that it could be heard over the rather prominent sound of chaos that was all around her. Fire, screams, and general mayhem...Order found herself oddly calm, no a better word is comfortable. It is not that she derived pleasure in it, but more that she knew that she was going to bring it too an end.

Holy heck 22 ic post? What did I miss and where?! I don't know how but I missed the story progression post p.q I apologize!

----Michael---- Eden, Haiden and a short sighted redhed. Quite a collection of interesting opinions, well more like impulsive answers but at least they had responded. This Haiden person seemed a tad bit hostile, but he is right in a normal setting one does introduce yourself...But Michael wasn't trying to make friends merely look for an opinion on the situation and gather from a small group a reference for the overall feeling of this legend. Michael was wearing a smile, his hesitation was rather obvious as he lifted a brow and said his name. "I am Michael...A pleasure to interject into your conversation. I had thought this open for conversation as most of the auditorium is in a tizzy. If I sho-" The words of the cryptic girl fill his thoughts. While a voice in your head can be alarming to some, Michael acclimates to the situation rather well. His willpower fights against his urge to allow his smile to grow wider. "Eden was it?" Michael lowered his head slightly as if about to bow. "I will gather that it is a senior student simply making us out as targets for a prank, do not let this rattle your cage." Michael looks over at Sal, noting her indifference, then back to her younger friend. "Haiden, I hope I can make up for this rough first impression. To you as well miss, I had no intent of being rude." The words echoed in Michael's head. Nayru smooth feminine voice washed over his thoughts, "Why do I feel like you are already enjoying this?" Internally Michael had smiled at her, and laughed "You make it all sound sinister, I simply enjoy having a purpose again. In addition its all so eventful and unpredictable." Nayru's tone matched Michael's intrigue "You are one to ride the currents, but only so you can go faster....So curious." --- Sal (for once) stayed her tongue if only due to her desire to really gather info, perhaps some other will be more helpful than her anarchist drake. Rather she knew they would be. Haiden seemed a tad on edge, and seemed even more so when the strange girl came up talking trash! Well it wasn't really trash, but calling Sal a kid felt like a stab at her height. "I hate poetry...." Sal muttered before her brow betrays her growing irritation, nothing is more maddening than a pop quiz. Sal looked up at the three, "Haiden shutup." She then glared at Eden "I like Christmas, stop hatin'. As for cryptic BS I ain' about to waste time thinking about some Shakespeare orphan says." She flipped her hair and tried to act like Michael wasn't there.

Well that was indeed a short read, ah well. I await the next round with jitters as well....but that may be because its like 50 degrees in this apartment...the things I do for interwebs.

I now have nets, so I have to play post catchup.

I'm mid move, my webs not on...i cant really post till tomorrow at 9...assuming he shows up on time

You should post this in the interest check, most likely overlooked it

Sal was lost in her thoughts, well more lost in conversation. **_"Wait what?! More than one? Yo you know about this?"_** In her thoughts she stood in her dream-scape once more, perhaps because of where she associated the dragons existence. The dragons condescending laugh was the prelude to his arrival, **_"Impressive mortal that one, crazed madman or historian? Well it matters not, hes correct yes you are not unique. Well your the best of your non-unique competitors."_**The dragon was clearly boasting, Sal was unsure if this is comforting or a terrible sign. **_"Soooo I am killing monsters and other people?"_** Her mental self crosses her arms and glares at the dragon. The dragon is practically hysterical with his laughter, **_"Would you rather submit and die?Oh come now little soul you know it'll be the highlight of your short life!"_** Her foot slams hard enough to shatter the ground in the dream-scape. **_"tha'hell did you think that I planned to just roll over and die?! I just asked for clarification you flameblasting F*ck!"_** the magma gushes to add a matching intensity to the rage of the woman. Her Flame casting drake exploded both into laughter and blaze.His massive face reformed inches from her, making his massive form all to obvious as her body did not even measure to the size of his grinning eye. **_"Good! We shall have such fun! Lets hope the battle reforms the landscape, burn away it all! Ash! Cinders! Hahahaha!"_** Just as she goes to retort to the dragons laughter, the voice of Haiden interrupts her. **"What?!"** Those around the pair turned to look at Sal who quickly sent them a Glare, annnnd they all resume their own conversations. Her cheeks glow a slight pink, it would seem that even she can feel a hint of embarrassment. Her glare moves back to the anxious kid, who is all but immune....A sigh escapes as she thinks about what he had just asked. **"You are over thinking it, just like the rest of these brats. Hes probably talking old folklore, and being inspirational! Stop being stupid, dragons and Gods, next your going to tell me that angels exist because your sister is constantly compared to one."** Sal stretched as she trailed off in her lack of caring fashion. **"I think its fascinating honestly, The look on the mans face suggest this legend is more than just that. At the very least you should be on your guard."** The voice was unfamiliar, but for some reason her Sal had been irritated by it. **"Oi, don't feed his imagination, the youth are impressio...."** As she turned to see who said it, she lost words her nerve. It was the man from prior to the event.. **"I would say the youth is the one that needs freedom in thought, as they can find the truth on their own they will be more confident in adulthood."** The young man retorted as if she had finished her sentence. Sal rather than finish threw her hands up in a whatever fashion and looked back, straight ahead. The young man looked to Haiden,an oddly friendly smile on his face **"So you have our opinions, I would like to hear yours." **

Groovy, I just moved into a new apartment, so the web isn't set yet..and my furniture got sent to the wrong state, itll be another week of floor sleeping. XD(DX)