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'My lady, your mother has requested that yo-' a maid dressed in traditional black and white chased after a girl with strange Light green skin
'Oh hush up Melanie! Mother can stuff it, she always tells me what to do but never gives me a chance to do what I want to do' said the light green skinned girl with dark green hair. She seemed to be looking for something in her room
'My lady you mustn't go, The queen will be furiated'
'Oh pish posh, like I said, she can stuff it, now where the hell is that comm device' her dark green bangs fell over her eyes as she looked around
'But princess Sienna what am I to say? To lie to the queen is treachery, if she finds out...' The maid lost herself in her vivid thoughts 'oh please princess, you mustn't leave'
'Oh, here it is' said Sienna, her brown eyes looked at the picture of her trainer on her phone then said his name out loud before the phone replied
'calling Victor Montgomery'
'Yes hello, Victor I'll be out in a few' Sienna said into her phone before tucking it away into her white jeans. She adjusted her tight light blue top and made for her window 'I'll be home quickly, don't wor-' she was cut off by a soldier from the space army who barged in to her room, the maid was afraid and slipped through the soldier and the door frame
'Sienna Belmont, you're under arrest' he said pinning her agains the wall and binding her with thenium cuffs. Thenium was a new kind of element found on sector C, the metal; found in large pockets is practically indistructable but able to be melted at 1000 degrees.

'What, why am I being arrested!?' Sienna argued struggling with the guard to no avail, she gave up and followed his instructions
'I can't say, but everything will be explained to you soon' he lead her out onto the roof of the palace, it was like any traditional earth-like palace but with a few futuristic touches to make it feel like it was up-to- date, it had elevators that would float horizontally between platforms through sensory beams, a dream room that made any thoughts come to life into physical, unreal forms but Sienna had no intentions of living her life easy. She trained all the time and provided for those who needed it, going against her step father's wishes each time. Both her parents watched, tears in her mothers eyes but a scowl look on her step-father's
'this time Sienna, we can't help you' the King said as she stopped in front of him.
'It's ok, it's about time you realised I wasn't as easily tamed as mother, I know where I came from, my poor family roots, I help those who were me and mother. You watch with your nose held high, this is why I will never show you love' she hissed at him, the soldier pulled her into the ship then closed the cargo door, Sienna's face turned from anger to saddened as she looked at her mother before they completely vanished behind the thick black door.

Sienna was designated a room, it was basic military standard, grey black and white colour pallets it seemed 'psh, typical' she said looking around as she was sat on her bed. They removed her cuffs and allowed her to move around the ship as she pleased only where she had clearance, the arrest was merely a front for her parents but it seemed there were four other people that were around, all the same age as her, around 18. 2 boys and 2 other girls, she spotted them around the ship and they stood out because of the different type of clothing they wore.

(Que other characters, I've decided to keep the Rp in small chapters to keep it going and stop it from dying, this chapter is about them being introduced. Please try to end your characters with being arrested and being on the same ship as Sienna )))

Alright, yes, he had manipulated a few people, but it was only for one thing and that was fun. People have lost their jubilance and traded it for money. The magician was simply trying to bring back this trait despite the realists out there, attempting to find everything possibly wrong with his works, but truth be it that none of it was fake.. To them. Toss up a few cards, make them burn to nothing, then make the whole process undo itself. All of it was real to them. Nelís made it real for them, but only for a maximum of five minutes. It wasn't easy to control a mind, that being added to his own, however, that all ended so abruptly.

He never thought he would ever have to mention or even think of this: he had been arrested. Perhaps it was karma. He did recall getting a few gentlemen arrested, but he couldn't be accused, it was for good cause. The world would be in more ruin if he left those sort of people to wander about. Now they were arresting him and he was beginning to wonder if he was a threat against humanity... No, he had too many fans to be a possible threat, so why was it that he had his hands cuffed behind his back with very thick handcuffs? Everything he'd ever done wrong had a sense of right. Ah, no worry. He'd find a way to break out if he must. It only took a little bit of manipulation and five minutes was more than enough time for each guard on the ship he was being boarded on. But before he would do all this he praised himself, Nelís you are brilliant... You were brilliant.

A second later and he was shoved into a room- thank God the handcuffs were taken off. In the very tasteless room he saw three others, none of them he could recall, but he could only assume that they were all there for one reason. Evidently, the all come from different places as told from the way they're dressed. The magician took on the more formal look. White dress shirt with a splash of maroon on his double breasted vest while he wore black dress pants and shoes. If he was a prisoner he sure didn't look like one and he wasn't going to suffer to silence.

His mouth opened to speak as the door was opened again, spitting out another girl from the outside. "Alright.. I'm sure everyone here is wondering why we're here," he grumbled, his voice a surprising deep baritone although he looked to be a undeniable tenor.

It started out as a normal day for Synthia. She'd been practicing with one of the other members of the Queens Guild. Er, if by practicing, you mean, beating him to a pulp to teach him to defend himself... then yes, it was definitely practicing! He was one of their newer trainees and thus far he'd been rather irresponsible and slacked off, while having a particularly rude and cocky attitude. The trainee, Derek, had gone so far as to suggest he could beat someone as strong and well-trained as Synthia, the 'Light' of the guild. Naturally, Synthia was assigned by one of the leaders of the guild to give him a proper ass-kic- aahhhh initiation.

After the third time of being knocked flat on his face, he seemed to be catching on that he wasn't going to be beating Synthia any time soon unless he actually trained himself. "I yield... I yield..." He groaned.

Synthia set the wooden pole she'd been using aside. She hadn't used her sword since she didn't want to accidentally gut him while he was being clumsy and not maintaining proper form. Extending a hand to him, she helped him to his feet. "Meet Gillian here tomorrow. He'll train you. In a few years, maybe we can rematch." Even in victory, Synthia never gloated, simply smiling and shaking his hand gently. Followed by her turning and leaving, taking her leather gloves and steel wrist guards off to give her hands freer range of motion.

Satisfied that her work for the day was done unless someone came to hire mercenaries from the guild, she headed back to her room. Once there, she took off her heavy armor in favor of lighter weight clothes that she could actually breathe in. She took several minutes to polish her sword and make sure the power crystal in it was at full charge, before strapping it back into its proper place on her belt. Naturally it wasn't a sword in the medieval sense. It had high tech upgrades and could do things that only Synthia knew about. As she was putting on her leather gloves again, she heard a knock on the door to her room. "Come in."

The door opened, to reveal several soldier, who she didn't recognize at all. "You're under arrest." The tallest one said, and they stepped into the room, two grabbing her arms before she could grasp her sword. But they underestimated her. She flipped herself, kicking the one standing in front of her in the face, before twisting rapidly in the grasp of her captors, loosening their grip enough that she could slip free and launch herself into the air and land on a rafter in the ceiling. This was an advantage of mercenary training, you not only learned to fight, but also learned to evade enemy soldiers in creative ways to avoid capture.

Her evasion of the soldiers served only to frustrate them, one of them firing his gun at her. The shot hit her arm, startling her, because he fired from behind her. She fell forward, and right into the arms of one of the soldiers. In a blink of an eye, they had her hand cuffed, and for safety reasons, they cuffed her legs, too. With that, they carried her out, one of them bringing her armor and such with them. Struggling, she tried to escape, but couldn't. The rest of the guild was powerless to do anything, forced to watch as one of their brightest and best was taken from them with no explanation as to why.

They dragged her to a ship that they'd landed at the docks a mile away from the guild's building. Once on board, she was released. After that, she was dragged to the ship's infirmary to have her arm patched up. Her armor was put in a military grade room, where they escorted her after her arm was patched up. Then, she was left to do as she pleased. Naturally, she wandered around, trying to figure out what in all of the universe was going on. Finding herself in a room with other people around her age, she folded her arms over her chest, deciding to wait here, and observe.

York lived in a newer sector part where the main city was surrounded by mostly huts and tents of the Emperors people, York's father Haru York hated him. He was the reason that the empress was dead, so the father had no problem shipping the boy off when he was asked too. Fortunately the emperor had been assassinated only a few months ago and the sector had been grieving but Rams wasn't he had been thrilled his abusive horrid father had finally died. So for now a counsel decided the fate of the sector and Rams was able to sit in on the meeting since he was too young to actually take the throne yet.

But Rams would not be taken so easily, he often sat on the castle roof high up near the guards tower watching and feeding the birds that made this place their home. He noticed a knight coming down from the guard's towers, he struggled to stand it was extremely apparent that the armored man was scare of heights. Young Emperor! The knight called to him, strange enough he didn't recognize this man, Please come back inside or I'll have to take you in by force! The knight drew his sword and the brat punched his fists together, "I don't think so!"

Ramsley's abilities were a strange one with strange rules, by focusing his power he could turn into any animal for up to five minutes. Between transformation he had to return to his human state and he had to wait almost a minute to turn into another beast. But what was funny about Rams was that his human form had a pair of ram's horns and so when he transformed into something his animal forms always had these horns as well.

An explosion of feather occurred and he became a falcon flying directly at the knight. As stated the falcon had the horns which came in handy a lot like when the swordsman swung his weapon the boy had been so focused on attack he forgot to defend. The sword struck his horns and he hit the brick. Changing back instantly by any attack that caused major pain he was now back to normal.

Feeling accomplished the knight put the young emperor boy in a leather sack and carried him back. Once downstairs the sack began to shift a bit before ripping open a rhino now stood before the knight and threw him into a wall with his rhyno horn. "Who is next?" The beast growled before a tranquilizing dart pierced his bum. Darkness filled his eyes and he shifted back into a human and passed out.

White lights in a bland room came into vision as the door slammed shut, he had been capture by someone but who? He was alone, and then one person was added to the room, then another. Finally the room was filled with children, who were they? Who captured them?? And where were they going???

She had decieved many, but not in bad ways, but rather mischievous ways. She always seemed to be playing pranks, small or large. Always messing with people until she had pushed all their buttons, and ticked them off, then she left them alone, and usually moved onto someone else. Older people could call it what they wanted. Some called it immature and without a place in this world, and others reffered to it as child's play for children alone, but she didn't mind. She found joy in it, and just a couple hundred peoples opinions wouldn't change that about her.

It had been a merely boring day, and Demonica wandered about town. Seeking something, anything to do, but nothing seemed of high interest. Nothing was going on. Her eyes scanned the area, it was just like any ordinary day. Not much ever seemed to change, but rather stay the same. A tunnel with no end would be a good comparison. Maybe she was missing something though, maybe more thins changed, and more things went on then she was aware of. It was a great mystery, and she did not have the answers. She sighed quietly in both annoyance, and boredom. Why couldn't the world just throw something at her!? But she was completely unaware that the world would make her regret thinking that.

Her gaze went astray, and she decided to go 'home', or at least to the place she referred to as home. Walking around looking for something wasent helping cease the boredom, but on her way home someone tackeled her two the ground from behind, "ma'am, you are under arrest," the man said to her, "for what!?" She demanded to know, and when he didnt answer, she tried to escape- and managed to at first and tried to make a run for it. She didn't see why she was being arrested, so she wasent going to follow, but she got tackeled down again, and he simply handcuffed her, and got her off the ground. The man and his little friend took her away. They didn't explain why side was being arrested. Maybe they had no reason to. Maybe they figured she knew, or would find out in time, so they saw no reason to explain it to her and waste a breath. Leaving her just forced to follow.

They walked for what felt like forever, until they arrived at a ship. They took her aboard the ship. They checked to see if she had any weapons on her, but didn't really find anything that they qualified as a weapon and so they took her to a room, unlocked her handcuffs and shoved her into the room, where she fell to they floor. She lightly shook her head, trying to make sense of this. What was happening? She started to stand up, and that's when she noticed everyone else. She Blinked lightly. Who were these people..? ...She was so confused..

Sienna blinked at the others, not a clue why they were being held and who in god's name these people were. the were sat in what seemed to be a conference room, it looked pretty much the same as any other in terms of colour but was larger than most. Sienna looked around the room before her head snapped in the direction of a tall bold man in military grade armour.

The door slid shut behind him 'hello' the man said, arms crossed as he looked between them, unlike the rest he smiled at them 'My rank is Colonel and my name is Reynolds' he said as he approached the head of the table ' ll a ya, siddown' he said in a commanding posture though his tone was friendly. For some reason Sienna subconsciously did as he asked. His smile was graceful and his tone was also but his posture was commanding and confident.

he leaned forward, both hands slowly placed on the table as he looked between all of them 'take it all in because you kids wont see home in a while'
'but we all have families and things to do' Sienna said in a quiet, shy tone. His presence was slightly intimidating to her.
'in a few months time there will be no family or things...'

The wizard eyes darted to the man who walked in though nothing about the wizard's gaze was menacing, it was curious rather. Not often did he find himself feeling unease since he was accustomed to being secure with his own magic waiting for use on the side. It simply kindled his curiosity as to why he was brought to a place such as this with others who looked as if they had come from an entirely different dimension.

When he asked them to sit it sounded a bit more toward a command than a request though it was probably as it sounded. Nelís didn't return his smile, but, as was asked, he took a seat, his elbows perched on the edge of the table as he settled into his chair as he listened to Reynolds continue.

Nelís's mind wrapped around the last phrase and he found himself leaning forward, "What do you mean no family or things..? You don't mean extinction do you because I don't see at all how that can be possible."

The entrance of the Colonel didn't serve to make Synthia any less confused about why they were here. She, of course, sat when he told them to sit and kept her arms folded, staring almost dangerously at him. If looks could kill, he would probably spontaneously combust into a human firework. A rather fabulous one, Synthia imagined. After all, there is a lot of energy in the human body, and transferring that into light isn't too hard.

Now, she wasn't necessarily a malicious person, but when someone did something that was questionable and possibly unethical, it did make her want to do things that she knew were less than pleasant. But all of her thoughts were not reflected in her expression, which remained calm and collected throughout listening to the Colonel and two of the other people talking.

The idea of mass extinction made her feel more than a little bit perturbed. "How exactly would that happen?" Multiple planets and sectors? Destroyed so easily? That didn't entirely seem possible. But if it was possible, she wasn't happy about that possibility.

Composure and self control aren't the friends of an angsty animalistic young emperor. York refused to sit instead he glared at the man walking in, this man had sent him goons to sedate him! In Rams eyes he was a coward who didn't confront him himself, "who the hell do you think you are?" Rams didn't care much about the far off parts of Sector C let alone the other sectors and planets. Apart from his city, his domain his counsel had told him not to worry about the others since there was enough poverty in the tent district of Far C. So sending help to every other sector who started whining was a waste of time.

Being only around sixteen Rams didn't know any better then the knowledge, guidance, and teachings of his appointed advisors. "Do you even know who you cared to kidnap? Ramsley damn York, young emperor of Far C!" In his mind his people would be coming to rescue him any minute, he had no idea the counsel had agreed to this transaction, if they had they would have told him!

His fist clenched if he wasn't given answers soon he'd turn to an alligator and bite this fools head off. Rage swelled up really easy in the head of this angry teen, he was a bit off the handle when he was made mad. Any who could blame him, puberty on top of the genetic DNA for over a hundred animals coursing through his veins. "So what do you gotta say to that old fool?!?

The girl made her day to her feet, and looked back hearing the door open behind her once more. Seeing a man there. A tall bold man in military grade armour. How did he even have the heart to smile. She wouldn't be surprised if all of them here were like her. People minding their own business to a certain extent, then next you know your handcuffed and thrown into a room with a bunch of strangers you never even seen before. Well, this sucked.

When he requested that they take a seat, she was deeply hesitant to do so, but in the end she did as he requested. Just as everyone else was one by one. She didn't trust this man, and she had no reason, no, no intention of doing so. Unlike the rest of them she did manage to keep her mouth shut. They all seemed to be saying the things she had to say, leaving her with known words. Though deep inside, she did wonder if this man had lost his marbles, thinking thing such as 'in a few months time there will be no family or things...'

'I'm sorry you're here under the terms that you are but please, I ask for you to forgive me. The lives of my comrades and the lives of your sectors are under threat of extinction by a race called the Furions' he pressed a few buttons on his wrist device that brought up a little screen in the middle of the table they sat at 'all of you possess powers that could save lives' he was cut off by Rams which really did grind his gears, he showed respect to those who showed it and those who deserved it but not to those who demand it.

Reynolds didn't even blink, he looked at Rams with daggers in his eyes, the grace of his smile lost as well as the smile all together 'old fool?' His tone steady with a hint of anger 'I know exactly who you are, a little baby who thinks himself higher than all those around him' he pressed a few buttons on a keyboard on the table.

Behind him, images of far sector C were playing as a slide show. Images of piles of bodies, burning homes, crying children and mothers 'YOU CALL YOURSELF A ROYAL SON!? A SOON TO BE EMPEROR!?... Son you never had the power to change this, so don't call yourself an emperor. Don't even think of yourself as help. Your father had the power to fight back but he never did and no one even asked why... Those people died without their army protecting them, they didn't have a force to fight against the threat that we all face...' Anger in his eyes strong enough to burn down Rams into a mere cinder 'sector C is YOUR planet' he thrusted a finger into Rams' chest 'Where were YOU when they needed it? Being educated, treated as royalty and fed, whilst they never even had a wooden spoon to be fed with... So sit down, and shut your bloody mouth or so help me GOD, I will throw you into space...

Nelís didn't mind further questions to add to his, nor did he mind York who was quite the intolerant one. He was unmistakably young and though not all young people are stubborn he was as stubborn as a rooted weed. To add to the young emperor's fortune the magician didn't send a single glare his way, but he did wield an alluring grin. The boy's little illusion of his own world was foolish and inconsiderate, but he wasn't to blame. He was raised spoiled, most likely. Fed with a silver spoon and had parents who spoke with golden tongues, breakfast, lunch, and dinner; and everything in between. What a lucky little boy.

"I don't mind that you like to drown and soak in your riches, but, lad, we're here for something that's bigger than you," Nelís held an outstretched hand towards Reynolds. "Don't be quarrelsome, I promise to get on my knees and kiss your feet when we're all done." Was he being sincere? Perhaps.

Nelís knew the world well from it's suffering to it's riches. He'd been on both sides of the river though he never acted as either. He was more than willing to listen what the man wanted to share, and furthermore how to stop what is approaching. The Furions as was named. "Let the boy alone, he'll surely get a first eye look on all this soon," he said to Reynolds, his grin disappearing into an intent stare directed to the device on his wrist.

The childish and irrational yelling of the wannabe emperor grated on Synthia's nerves. Royalty or not, he wasn't behaving all that royally. Unless 'royally obnoxious' was the phrase of the day. His implying that his sector and his title was more important than the lives of all the people of all the sectors made her sick. She observed Reynolds rising to the boy's bait and then the other man in the room speaking rather condescendingly to the boy. Their verbal attacks on the boy only semi-satisfied her desire for justice. With a swift motion, she was on her feet, caught the boy by his ear, and dragged him forcibly towards an open chair. If he protested, she ignored it, shoving him into a seat. Scowling at him, she spoke coldly. "If you insist on behaving like a child, we'll treat you like one." Then, she returned to her own chair, folding her arms, sending the occasional threatening glance at the young emperor.

Syntia didn't accept rudeness as a form of communication. It was high on her list of punishable offenses. Up there with murder, rape, uncalled for violence, foolish arrogance, and stupidity.

York's ear throbbed as he cussed shouting at her likening her to a female mutt. Upon being placed in his seat and hearing her words he was quiet. To be honest if she hadn't taken some of his rage away from the military man Rams would surely have had more to say to that verbal sludge that dripped from the man's mouth as he sat upon his high horse. This man knew nothing of York or his struggles! Had he be thrown out of a castle's highest floor? Or locked in a dungeon for weeks at a time?

Emperor Haru York abused Rams, he was 'testing the boys power'. The Emperor would have guards beat the boy until he turned into a tortoise or and armadillo, then to test his durability Haru would have them whack him with swords. He tossed the boy out of the castle after he got out of his transformation to see how long it took to recharge. Broken bones and dagger words replaced the silver spoons people thought he had feeding him.

The old emperor even starved him making him go days on end without food, even buried him alive to see if he could get out. Rams scoffed, no less defeated then he had been before his capture, and thankfully his ego was in tacked. If these bastards only knew his life they wouldn't send him the same looks, but he was quiet now. Silenced by stubborn pedants who didn't know who they were dealing with, not only a young emperor, but a survivor.

Young Demonica watched as this little 'scene' erupted before her, all because of a stuck up kid. Or has the boy reffered to himself as: An Emperor. A young Emporer. To her he was just another kid who would complain if he didn't get the things the way he wanted them. In a way it was a little humorous. Mr all high and mighty getting told by, well, just about everyone. She may not have showed that it was humorous to her to a certain extent, but just the thought. It was a riot. Just a little..

For a moment she had forgot to consider all the facts. Maybe like her, he had it rough growing up. Though she did agree with all if them that he was being a child, to a small extent she pitied him. Just not much. It wasent him to blame completely. It was the surroundings he grew up in, and who had raised him.

She stayed quiet, there wasent much for her to say. Despite what she wanted to just stand up and say, she kept inside. She wanted to bet she'd be treated the same. Sit down > shut your mouth > and pay attention and just quietly sit there! -Geez in a way she almost considered thinking of them as childish..Stern, and strict, but childish.

Sienna watched, it was like a one sided war, though he did start it, she got up and made her way to the young emperor. She held her hand out, small roots pierced the skin of her palm as they emerged. They entwined into a stem as they stretched into a beautiful red rose 'you asked for it, but here, we don't mean anything by it, just keep your head on' she smile, the boy looked practically the same age as her. She slid the rose into his hand and sat back down opposite him.

Reynolds eased off, his temper did get the best of it but he wasn't apologising to him, he demanded respect but won't get it unless he works for it 'I know your all kids but I want to tell you one thing, the reason why you all can do these special things is because you were gifted by a celestial being... Some even call him god'

With a glance towards towards the rose Nelís was a bit more than slightly intrigued. He would question the talents of everyone who joined him in the room, positive that they all had something unworldy about them, but first he'd have to sit through this and listen with keen ears. If they were all brought for something big then it would be very unwise to disregard anything. A lack of information would be as good as an open wound.

The magician leaned back until his back met with the backrest of his seat and his elbows perched along the arms of it as he listened in. His head tilted at a miniscule angle in being called a kid, however it was no offense. It highlighted that everyone in the room was young, looking as though they range from teens to young adults. Was it coincidental that they were all near the same age? If that wasn't true it wouldn't be a lie to say that they were all youth.

Being cursed at was nothing new to Synthia. She'd endured her share of verbal abuse, since she'd grown up poor as dirt in a city where the poor were frowned upon. Observing the gift of a rose to the emperor, she pressed her lips into a tight line. She didn't necessarily agree with it... but she supposed smoothing things over wasn't a horrible thing. Folding her arms over her chest, Synthia listened quietly. Her attention finally shifting from the immature emperor back to the Colonel.

So they all had special abilities. Well then. She had just witnessed the one girl create a flower, so that only told her that the girl probably did something related to nature. So, making a mental list she organized her thoughts and guessed for herself which person might do what.
Green girl - Nature stuff
Not annoying guy - ?? No clue
Annoying guy - Dear lord, let's hope it's not something strong. Maybe his power is just being incredibly insufferable.
Other girl - ?? She's sort of red.... maybe fire?
Synthia - Light

God, huh? Synthia didn't entirely believe in a god. Where was 'god' when her mother died young and left her child and spouse on their own? Where was 'god' when she was forced to say goodbye to her father? Where was 'god' when she went to find her father and found out he'd been dead for over a year?

She pushed the thoughts and anger away, settling on one thing. If there was a god, she hoped she'd get the chance to punch him in the face.

Rams hadn't eaten, he was incredibly hungry and this green haired girl had just handed him a snack. "Thanks," he muttered, but to be honest it wasn't a lot. She couldn't have given him a head of cabbage? Or if she could only make flowers, a full bushel. York took a bite of the flower, not bitter, actually really good with crunchy thorns. He bent the stem in two and finished the snack looking at her and smiling, green pieces of plant lodged in his teeth showing he did enjoy the gift even if it was just a single flower.

Hunger mildly settled he left his anger and sad thoughts behind and shifted into a more comfortable position in his seat. Ready to listen to the big idiot in the room. He glanced around the room knot icing that each one of these kids were in their own ways extraordinary, his eyes met Synthia's and he stuck out his tongue before going back to listening to the end of life shpeel. If it really was ending why gather a bunch of children, that didn't make any sense unless these four were the only other people this side of the galaxy with powers like this. In any case he was a stupid old fool...

She looked over at the rose the green girl slowly manifested. Only then was it occurring to her they may all be special. She knew her own ability, and she knew her ability was not a rather...peaceful.. one. Maybe thats why they were here. She looked down and crossed her arms. This was rather bothersome. She just wanted to go back home and get out of this place, she didn't know these people, and she felt no reason to be amongst them. But no, she just had to get arrested. Oh, she would get the man leading this little 'meeting' back later on, but for now, she was stuck with this.

She looked up and looked back at the others. Skimming over each of them. She could guess a few of their abilities. But some, some were just completely ominous. Some appeared like they would have good abilities while others like little miss nature girl, seemed rather weak.

As she thought over some things, there she sat quiet. The only person who had yet to say a word in this room. She had no intention of speaking to them. Or the man.