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[SirBlaziken]

James sees Lucille extend her hand, obviously meaning for him to shake it in greeting. He takes her hand and shakes it. Lucille shook some of the dust from James' hair. He looks over to the Duke, completely dumbfounded. Villiers obviously thought royalty still applied and just waited for someone to come to him. "My honest opinion on him," James points to Villiers, "Is that he thinks that everyone will come to him, because of his royal status. Being stuck up like that will get him nowhere. Sometimes, you have to reach out to the ones below you." says James.

Lucille seems like a nice gal. She's scrappy and can fend for herself. She and I will fight well together. However, she could be a thief, i'll keep my guard up.

[Wolstenholme]

"To tell you the truth, he isn't even a royal, just a friend King Charles'. I suppose he just misses being treated like the world revolves around him, I bet he's never slept rough even once." Lucille wondered how long they would be spending in this room if they were to all get to know each other, she felt like getting to know her surroundings and exploring this building but she also wanted to know everything about the different worlds and times of her new allies. Villiers seemed to have collected himself though and was stood about waiting for attention. He looked like some pompous bird trying to show off its feathers.

[SirBlaziken]

"I'd bet money on it, and make the government go bankrupt. I don't think any of us will go to him, so he had better humble himself, and fast." James said. "Well, you seem like a capable person, both outside and in your mind, so not all here is lost. I also think getting on the good side of the aztec," the soldier points to the Blood Coyote, "might be wise. He looks like he could be a good ally, and a dangerous enemy."

Hm.... She seems to like me. The Villiers person looks like an arrogant person, i'm not going to like him that much.

"I had to sleep rough for a long time, being in Japan. My team was ambushed and I saw a blinding light, I woke up here in this future place. Do you have any idea about this place?" James asks Lucille.

[kindtocrows]

Sidia had intended to try to get to know the others, but everyone aside from the "BLOOD COYOTE!" guy seemed busy talking to each other, and the coyote guy kind of made her nervous. She was missing her usual weapons and was sure she would not be able to take him in hand-to-hand combat, at least not without shedding her disguise and using her natural weapons, which she didn't want to do quite yet. Instead, she decided the next best idea would be to go back to the room with all the weapons and brush up on her skills. After all, being frozen for so long will take a tole on the body, and she wouldn't want to mess up on whatever mission they would be given tomorrow because she was "a little rusty".
She began to walk out and toward the room, but while walking down the hall she realized she couldn't remember where it was. The place was unfamiliar and her head was still a little foggy. She stopped for a little while and considered going back before she got lost, but then decided she would just look around for it. In a little while. For now, she'll just sit down and rest for a bit until her head clears.

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

Eztli looked at the man who stood up tall and...didn't seem to do anything. The one who complained about...something. He spoke of power and a place called in Britton. Power? That's what Eztli wanted to see. If these were warriors, strength and power were priorities and this strange man who smelled odd spoke of it. He certainly didn't look powerful though, perhaps he had great knowledge.

"You spoke of Power! Tell me your power." Eztli spoke to the man. His voice was slightly louder than it needed to be for speaking to one person.

[Kpyna]

"BLOOD COYOTE!"

Leon nearly jumped out of his skin. His head snapped to the attention of the over sized speaker. "Aztec People!" the man yelled again, in a slightly less booming town. Leon let out a deep breath, knowing that this was just some sort of strange introduction.

"Uh, hello, Blood Coyote," Wayleon said to him nervously, cracking a small smile. He definitely wanted to get on a man of that size's good side. He looked down the hallway, and saw one of the other aliens pacing the halls, not quite sure where she was going. There had been so many names, Leon couldn't quite remember hers. He decided to wing it before he lost the chance to talk to her.

"Hey! You down there!" he yelled down the hallway toward Sidia. "Sylvia! Or Sidia!" he guessed, raising his hand to the side of his head, as a signal for her to approach.

"You spoke of Power!" he heard the Blood Coyote guy boom. Leon couldn't resist rolling his eyes. Hadn't Aztecs ever heard of inside voices?

[kindtocrows]

She heard someone calling her name, or something close, at least, then her actual name. She turned her attention toward the caller, one of the human boys, oh what was his name? Most of the group was human and male, and compared to most of the others he didn't stand out too much. Umm, was it Leon? or something like that? Oh well, they had all just met each other, he probably wouldn't take too much offence if she asked, right? Well, might as well go talk to him. She really had no idea where she was going anyway. She walked back down the hallway to greet him.

"Hello, you're Leon, right?"

[The Shrub Dragon]

Pulchra blinked at the next person to introduce himself.  Damien.  Da-mi-en.  Damien.  He seemed flashy, but Pulchra didn't know what a rrrrockstar was.  Also, he smelled like post-execution body burning – a practise which Pulchra had never actually seen, though it had been described to her by her sister's husband many times.  Besides, there wasn't anybody she knew who hadn't walked through the centre of the city and caught the whiff of smoke and flesh and smoking flesh.  She was unsure of whether to edge towards him or away from him, so she settled for standing in the same spot and staring at him rather indiscreetly.

Her gaze was averted, though, when a rather invasive 'caw' ripped through the room.  She really did wish that the people she was with would exercise a little more sensitivity when... cawing.  She turned to the source of the noise.  A crow.

A crow, she thought, couldn't be criticised for cawing.  At least, she thought that for a split second.  Then the crow started speaking.  If a crow could talk, and use big words like compatriot, then it could think for itself.  If it could think for itself, then it would know not to make noises that loudly.  Pulchra glowered at it for a second, sure that it didn't even have to make such a noise – as if anybody wouldn't notice a talking crow!

The surprise of the crow's speaking quickly died down, and Pulchra watched as everybody fell into casual conversation with everybody else – the soldier and 'Lucille', and the Aztec and the Duke, and Leon and the girl with the 'S' at the start of her name.

And of course, the Aztec had to shout again. If he wanted power, he would love her pater.  He was one of the most powerful men in Tuscany.   She'd have walked over and told him so, if not for the fact that she both didn't know how to say it, and because he was so loud she was sure he'd draw attention to her, and attention was the last thing she wanted.  And so, she settled again for alternating her glare between 'rrrrockstar' and the crow. 

If not quieter, the group was certainly more interesting than her damn betrothed. 

[Cody999]

Garath turned towards the "Blood Coyote" man and the person with hair growing out of his face, the duke, the large man was demanding to know about power. Garath thought that if this so called duke had any real power then Garath had better get on his good side and if he didn't have any power than Garath would decide what to do later.

Garath approached the two mismatched humans with confidence, hoping that the Eztli fellow didn't mind. "Hello" he started out "I would also like to hear about your power if you don't mind." Garath then smiled, trying to look friendly.

[Danatales]

When no one so much as addressed Damien after his introduction, he frowned a bit. He was practically (almost, a little, on the way to being) famous, and no one so much as cared! He sighed, making a mental forgiveness. Everyone was just meeting now, give it a little time. Right now he had more pressing matters. Reaching in his pocket he gave a small sigh of relief upon finding the battered pack of cigarettes he was sure to keep with him always. Opening it, though ,he was frustrated to only find about four left.

If this is the future, they better have, like, super advanced cigs for me to try out, he thought, bitterly taking one of the white sticks and groping around his lighter. As he did, though, he happened to glance up and caught the sight of one of the girls in their group eyeing him for a moment. The one in what looked like  some kind of toga. A Roman? He smirked a little. She was pretty cute, abet pretty short too. He really dug what looked like the ancient eyeliner she was wearing, too. Damn, slap her in a miniskirt and some legwarmers and she'd be right at home on the Strip.

Taking a break in his quest for his lighter, Damien walked towards the Roman girl until he was close enough to address her directly. "Hey," he said with a another flash of a grin and a wink, "You see something you like over here?"

Clipper meanwhile, continued to blink and examine the larger beings around him. If any of them heard him, and he was certain they'd have had to, they didn't say anything. So, he decided perhaps individual introductions were in order.

Peering around, Clip's small black eyes fell on the young man in what looked like a uniform. A very old fashioned one, in his eyes, but nevertheless, he recognized the style and remembered when the young man had introduced himself. Another soldier, what luck! The crow clicked his beak before taking off suddenly and flapping his black wings until he could perch on Jame's shoulder.
"Hello, I hope I did not startle you!" Clip said as he landed, trying careful not to dig his talons into the WWII soldier's shoulder, "I just could not help but notice you are in uniform, and also a man of the military." He shifted and bobbed his head, "I am also a solider! Isn't that neat?"

[SirBlaziken]

The soldier feels something land on his shoulder, followed by an odd metallic voice. Hm... Name...name. Wait, easy one. Subject.... what's the number? 72? No... 79? Closer... 76! That's it! Then there was the other name. Clipper, pretty sure. James considers the crow's words for a moment, then replies, "Clipper, is it? Anyway, it's good to know that someone besides me has a military background. Then again, everything where you are from must a lot more.....what's the word? Right, advanced than what I had to work with. So, what you know, I likely don't."

James scopes the hallway out to find Blood Coyote and a...actually, he wasn't sure what was in the suit of armor, a whatever that was demanding to know what power the Duke claimed he had. The human soldier said to Lucille, "Looks like someone decided to talk to him after all. I do, however,  wonder what sort of power he has, if he does have some kind of power here. You never know what will happen, I mean, we were abducted into this future place, so anything is possible."

[Kpyna]

 "Yes, yes, that's me!" Leon said, glad that he had made enough of an impression for someone to remember his name. He smiled a wide grin, revealing all of his perfectly sculpted, white teeth. "And I got your name right the second time, correct? Sidia?" he asked, moving a few stray pieces of hair back into his messy bedhead. Wayleon crossed his arms cooly, and let the smile fade from his face. He glanced over to the side, hearing some commotion from the other guy.

He had a pretty good first impression of Damien. Being preoccupied with Garath, however, he didn't have time for an introduction. Leon immediately though of him as a brother of sorts: They were only about two centuries away, and in the scheme of things, Leon came to realize that was fairly close. He put a cigarette in his mouth. That's so cool. He really is just like a stereotypical band from the late 20th century. Leon's grandfather was a fan of bands like Nirvana and Pink Floyd. I wonder if he's heard of them? Wayleon thought, watching him put the lighter in his pocket.

And then Damien was macking on the cute Pulchra girl. His open, friendly mood took a complete one-eighty, as his face became marked with a scowl. Boy, there's just aren't enough girls to go around in this room... He better back off, because goddamn, I'm much better looking, and don't reek of over a hundred year old cheap cigarettes... Leon's glare in his general direction had only lasted a moment, but Leon realized it was probably enough time to make the conversation with Sidia begin to get awkward.  "Oh, sorry, I got a little distracted over there. So, what's your planet like?"

[Wolstenholme]

"His power? Ha, that's a joke." Villiers, from what Lucille had been told had been the King's closest friend before he died, apparently he had forced himself into many varying jobs in the King's court so that no one else would be more favourable than him. He had, however, a terrible mess with all he jobs and for all that he was powerful, he was equally hated. No one had really spoken about Villiers much since she was around fifteen, only five years after his death.

Villiers was visibly intimidated by the expectant glares of the Blood Coyote man and the alien. They stared at him, waiting for an explanation of his power. He considered the wording of his speech very carefully and replied slowly "My power  is not the same as your power... My strength lies more in my prey than in myself as, you see, I have the power to change what you think with my words and actions, depending on how willing your mind is to be changed." Vague, he had the others where he wanted them, doubting his credibility (or so he hoped). This was part of the inkling of a plan he had been formulating. He waited to see what the others would make of this.

((Yeah, sorry I didn't post all day and that not much really happens in this post, I've been out but we drove home in the dark so its given me a headache/made me feel sick so I wasn't really up to a decent post))

[kindtocrows]

"Yes, that's right," she answered when he asked if he had gotten her name right. Then she noticed he was looking elsewhere. She looked over to see what he was- oh. Though she hadn't spent much time on earth, one thing she noticed was that humans and her planets other species had very similar relationship customs. Though she couldn't relate, she still had a basic understanding of what was going on. Though it didn't look like the girl was interested in either of them, but then again, who was she to say? Still, if the girl- what was her name again? Pulchra, right? Ugh, too many names to remember at once. Anyway, if Pulchra really wasn't interested... poor girl.

Ahh, enough thinking about human relationships, they are too confusing and drama filled for her taste anyway. Besides, Leon was still trying to have a conversation with her, right? Ah, nope, he's still looking at the scene developing over there. Wait, never mind, he's back.

Sidia replied to his apology with a simple, "It's fine," especially since she had gotten a little distracted as well. Then came his question. What was her planet like? Better keep it simple or she might bore him to death. "Well, I guess the major difference is that my planet had two major species, whereas Earth only has one. One of the species was large in numbers, smaller in stature, war-hungry but not very strong without weapons, and pretty much controlled most of the planet. The other was pretty much the opposite, small in number, larger in stature, peaceful but a force to be reckoned with when threatened, and didn't have as much land, but were content with it. Other then that, they're pretty similar, from what I can tell."

That was too long. What happened to keep it simple? Maybe keeping it short would have been better.

[SirBlaziken]

((It's cool Chloe. Get well soon.))

"I thought that may be the case." James says, he overhears Villiers "power" explanation. "The power to change people's mind through his words and actions? If that's an actual power, we'd all be powerful." James says to Lucille. The soldier is still trying to take everything in and digest everything. So far, everything was nice. There seemed to be people he could trust, he just needed to get to know them more.

James considers what to say next and out of the blue just asks this question, "What was your time like, Lucille?"