Zara brought Armada to the forefront quickly as the wave rippled through the grass. His scowl cut swiftly through the unseen force as it hurtled towards her. The woman shifted her stance and dug herself deeply into the earth. Her grip on Jade wavered slightly but she held.<span style="font-style: italic">Impressive</span>, the huntress thought silently to herself as her infinitely deep-azure eyes slowly dropped from the others down towards a man on his hands and knees just inches away from Armada's imposing figure. â€œHello,â€ she said in a calm even voice watching what many hunters would see as a mouse running frantically from a hawk in a clover field. While she may have not intended to be intimidating; the scar down her cheek and the war glaives in her hands did little to reinforce her intentions. There was not even a flinch of emotion as her eyes burned into Jared.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Movement and rustling from the world around him drew his attention, and by proxy his own actions. With a relived sigh his hands found his glasses which he hurriedly picked up, taking but a moment to brush most of the dirt from them before he set them on their proper place upon his face. As the world became clear again Jared instantly wished he was still blind as she stared into the eyes of a rather scary looking woman, with a knife. "OH! Look lady I am not here to cause trouble! Um...I just want to go home....please don't kill me....." he rambled on in a panic filled voice, "If its money you want you can have my wallet...not much in there but a couple of dollars but its yours....just please don't kill me!" Jared shamelessly begged for his life as he knelt there trembling on his knees.</span><br/><br/>Zara raised one solitary eyebrow, slowly setting her spine one vertebrae at a time upright. She moved her right hand behind her; latching Jade back onto her set on Zara's back as Armada loomed in her left. She tilted her head in contemplation. â€œYou have a deal. I have no reason to kill you. I can always use train fare, as it were,â€ she replied in the same unchanging, cool voice, and held out her hand; silently amused.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Jared hastily fumbled for his wallet, "There is even a me...met...metro card in there for you" he stuttered as he handed her his wallet with a shaky hand. "Its good....for the um week...." adding the extra info out of nervousness, not that he actually thought she cared about how good the card was. "So...I...can...ggg...go?" he asked <br/></span><br/>â€œMetro card?â€ she tilts her head slightly as she goes through his wallet. She pulls out his ID and reads the information a bit concerned at the unfamiliarity. Then again, she had been summoned like this once before; she had heard the tales. Either way, it was not something she necessarily concerned herself with. There was a bit of urgency as she tucked the wallet safely away within her cloak, silently noting there wasn't anything much of use. However, when someone freely offered something, who was she to pass it up? It could be worth something in trade. The merchants raved over foreign objects and oddities even if they truly had no inherent value. She looked back at him.<br/><br/>â€œCan you go? I wish I had an answer for you on that one; but given your surprise I'm assuming you were pulled here just like I was. I was just like you the first time I was recalled, however far less clumsy and with 20/20 vision. The decision whether you go or stay isn't mine,â€ she shrugs nonchalantly. â€œBut I thank you for the gift.â€ Her eyes scan the horizon once more. No, no sign of the one she was both hoping and fearful to see. Perfect. It was a perfect scenario to escape an encounter she both wanted to have and avoid at all costs. The immediate thought looming in her mind was that the only reason she had been summoned; was for them to reclaim what she had stolen. That fate was one she was decidedly against.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><br/>Jared sighed and sat back on his ass feeling relieved and yet not at the same time. Now without someone threatening him with a knife he took the time to look about, of course with his glasses he saw more now. Another guy, on his knees and another woman with hair that reminded him of fire; lets hope they did not want to mug him either, he had nothing left. Looking up at the sky he stared for a bit, at the two suns. TWO SUNS!Â <br/><br/>"Wait! Where are we?!" he asked as he lurched to his feet, though he instantly regretted it as the injuries heÂ sustainedÂ from the car crash came to the for front of his already panicking mind. "Oh fuck! Ow! Shit! Um this is not happening....not happening.....its a dream....not real....I am in a coma from the accident...." he closed his eyes and tried to will himself somewhere else like he always did. He felt the sensation of moving like always, but when he opened his eyes he was just standing down by a lake or something. "Oh come on! For once have some fucking pity on me!" he cried out to the universe as he closed his eyes and tried again, ending up next to the woman who mugged him.Â </span><br/><br/>â€œHave pity on you?â€ she scoffed slightly, but her voice was as nonchalant and cool as ever. â€œCruelty is softened by fear, not pity.â€ She was fingering through the wallet feeling the warmth to settle on a picture. She tucked it out of it's hiding place and glanced downward. Her fingers ran over it almost sensually. â€œWhy would someone pity a man who had someone like this in their lives that treasured such a mutual feeling as to know just how to make your spaghetti.â€ She shook her head, turned, and tucked the picture into his shirt in a swift movement. â€œYou should hold onto that. It wants to stay with you. Although I must say the rest has no vested interest in your future..â€