<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Leto</span></span><br/><br/>Leto, even if she had disappeared to Lilith, in reality she was right behind her, staring up at the taller woman, smirking playfully. Oh, the joys of being a Lampad. Humorously, sooner or later, this girl would go insane due the effects of her disappearing-act, but since she was apparently of a different race of human, the madness-driving effects that go along with it, but that's only because it gives the person they're near, the feeling as if they're being watched yet the source of the unknown gaze would be impossible to determine.<br/><br/>She then danced around her, staring at the confused and pissed off expression plastered to Lilith's face. She just about touched her when Leto mentally slapped herself, remembering that physical contact released the mental fogging. Even after 72 years of knowing her powers, she still forgot some of the basic rules of Shading. She then decided she'd have some fun with Lilith's uncertainty about Leto's location or even the general direction.<br/><br/>Making a mischievous grinâ€”one that was barely noticeableâ€”she bent over at the hips, keeping her knees completely straight (an example of her People's flexibility), picked up a decent sized rock and then chucked it over at the nearest wall, making an extra attempt at having it making it create a loud clatter.She then ran about ten or so feet away and then picked up another rock, but this time, it being no bigger than a small pebble and then with precise aim, she threw it right at Lilith's head, just to make her even angrier. Leto then ran again, stopping only three or four feet away from Lilith and then threw yet again, another rock, yet having it hit the wall right behind the Siren.<br/><br/>This should make an interesting game.<br/><br/>~<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Roland</span></span><br/><br/>He took another shaky inhale and then exhaled calmly, his eyes closed. He hated remembering his experiences back on Earth. Sure, they were freakin' amazing, but they brought tears to his eyes every time due to the fact that all of them were gone, and the memory of his sister was the worst due to the fact that had witnessed her death personally, and that image of her terrified face before being eaten alive by a wave of flame would haunt him for the rest of his days like a bad, repetitive song that you can't remember the rest of the words to.<br/><br/>He felt a small, gentle had placed on his shoulder reassuringly, and looked to see â€œMimiâ€ staring at him inspiritingly. He managed to show a thin smile before coming to a screeching halt, stopping in front of an old hut that seemed to have been abandoned for quite a while. Rusted metal walls and a falling-apart roof adorned the sad excuse for a shelter, but the truth was that it was better than nothing. Roland crawled out through the top, and hopped off the top, landing on the ground with a<span style="font-style: italic">thud</span>.<br/><br/>Taking in a nostalgic inhale and exhale as though it had been years since he had returned when in reality he had only been here a few hours ago. It was nonetheless good to be home; it gave him a sense of security. He didn't like be out in the open. He then turned back to Mimi and smiled, his fists on his hips; his composure looked like that of an old, cartoony superheroâ€”cheesy smile and everything.<br/><br/>â€œWell then, this is my humble abode,â€ He said sarcastically, acting as if he didn't realize his â€œhumble abodeâ€ was in fact a piece of falling-apart shit. He then walked through the door that surprisingly still hung onto his hinges even when he roughly shut it. He looked around the three-room hut and saw that it was honestly, well-kept (well, as clean as it could be; roof-pieces and crumbling floor were kind of unavoidable). All he did was clean off the couch against the west wall and flipped the cushions since they were kinda grimy and no one likes to lay on a gross bed, no?<br/><br/>Now then, to make it tidier for his new guest.<br/><br/>~<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Mordecai</span></span><br/><br/>Mordecai was utterly confused when the girlâ€”Tsura as she called herselfâ€”shot the guy behind her with her eyes closed. That was a bit odd, seeing as he was A: behind her, and B: Her eyes were closed! She was an odd person, and on top of that, she had a weird marking over her left eye. Exotically coloured eyes, and bizarre tattoos were not something he saw in all, or even normal people. He gave her a confused stare, cocked his head, and then heard her question, though it was more of an assumption. He did help, and being guided; he had no fuckin' idea where they were...<br/><br/>He removed his mask, and rubbed his eyes with one hand, an the scratched the back of his next ashamedly. â€œUhm, well about that...â€ He began nervously. He didn't want to piss off this girl, she seemed angry enough at him as it was seeing as he was just some random guy that all but thrust his own problem unto her, expecting her to solve it. â€œI don't care how pathetic this makes me seem, I actually do... I came out here hunting Spiderants, and then the Crimson Lance appeared and I ran. I honestly would be able to make it back in the canyon I was previously at, but in all truth, I don't even remember where<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>it...â€ He replaced his face mask, and adjusted it slightly, and then sighed.<br/><br/>Mordecai honestly didn't like taking directions. He was kind of a lone bird; he liked being alone and independent, but desperate situations call for desperate measures, and he would only ask someone for help when he was desperate and trust me when I say that desperation was not a normal thing for him to be. â€œSo, whatdya say, Miss Tsura, mind helpin' fellow man with a little problem? Don't mind me; take me to Fyrestone, and it'll be the last you'll ever see me.â€ He gave a nervous grin, awaiting her response.<br/><br/>He started to walk away before he realized she was even<span style="font-style: italic">slightly</span>interested in knowing his name (which she probably wasn't), but it at least gave him hopes that she didn't think of as big of an oaf as he probably made himself look. "The name's Mordecai, by the way."