<span style="font-style: italic">Ko'Gisha - Ris</span><br/><br/>"Come on you pussy!" Rian called, holding out a hand. The vibrant individual was currently settled on his rider just a foot away from the edge of a tall building.<br/><br/>Halieu looked at the hand uncertainly. He'd known the individual for only a month or two, but they'd already become good friends. The flyer had just recently learned that he'd never been on a rider before and was trying to take him on a test ride. Perhaps he'd be a bit more willing if his friend was less adventurous in nature... or didn't want him to have his first ride ever starting three stories up... or if he wasn't so liable to die if he got scared or excited.<br/><br/>Halieu shook his head, "I really don't think this is a good idea."<br/><br/>"Come on, you might like it! You'll never know if you don't try."<br/><br/>Halieu sighed. That was true, but... "I just don't see why we have to start three stories in the air."<br/><br/>Rian flashed him a white-toothed smile, "If you start on the ground, you'll stay on the ground. I'll keep you from falling, promise." Another smile.<br/><br/>Halieu sighed. He knew by now that Rian couldn't be swayed once he'd made a decision. Still with great hesitation, the caster came forward slightly and held out a hand for his friend to take. It was grasped firmly by the ex-pirate's strong hands and he was given an encouraging smile. With a cautious glance down Halieu edged one foot closer to the edge of the rooftop. He took a moment to breathe and try to calm down then tested one foot on the rider.<br/><br/>Surprisingly, the hovering craft didn't budge. He'd expected some sort of dip at the added weight, but the machine was perfectly secured in the air, if that were possible. Rian smirked at the surprised look on his friend's face and waited patiently for him to come fully onto the rider.<br/><br/>Halieu gripped at Rianâ€™s shoulders and pressed up against him once he was no longer in contact with the roof. The rider probably wasnâ€™t made to hold two people and he was worried about scooting off the edge.<br/><br/>Rian understood that Halieu was in danger here, besides the improbability of falling off the rider, but he still didnâ€™t want to be clutched the whole time they were riding. â€œWhoa Casanova,â€ the dark-haired individual said, prying the caster off of him. â€œRelax. Youâ€™re not gonna fall off. Look, itâ€™s really easy, and to make it easier, Iâ€™ll start off really slow, okay?â€<br/><br/>Yeah right slow. Because a snail can totally travel at 35 miles per hour. Good god, Halieu thought, taking deep breaths to try and keep himself from freaking out to much. Despite Rianâ€™s protest, heâ€™d gone right back to clinging on him.<br/><br/>----------<span style="font-style: italic">Koâ€™Gisha - Ris</span>---------<br/><br/>Busy. It was too busy here. The raven-haired individual sighed and swiped her bangs out of her eyes. Several people in the swarming crowd appeared annoyed that sheâ€™d stopped moving. She probably seemed like nothing more than an obstacle in their<span style="font-style: italic">oh-so-busy</span>lives. Looking around, even if there were some obvious villains around, she wouldnâ€™t be able to slay them in such a large crowd. This was absolutely useless.<br/><br/>Having affirmed herself that she was merely wasting time here, Reina went off to a less crowded location, where villains were known to loiter. Every city had alleys of course.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>â€œUseless!â€ Reina cried out. Two idiots whoâ€™d tried to mug her lay at her feet and her sword was drawn, leaning against her shoulder. â€œThis place is full of idiots! Where are the real bad guys, Huh?!â€ The warrior leaned against a way and let out a groan.<span style="font-style: italic">I canâ€™t get stronger if I donâ€™t fight bad guys, but it hardly makes a difference no matter how many of these losers I take out. To make matters worse, Iâ€™m hungry and bored.</span><br/><br/>Her stomach gave its own groan. â€œFine,â€ she sighed, swiping her bangs out of her face again. â€œI guess itâ€™s time to get something to eat.â€<br/><br/>---------<span style="font-style: italic">Glissade â€“ Outskirts of Mos</span>--------<br/><br/>So close, but stillâ€¦ noâ€¦ itâ€™s too blurry. He could zoom in butâ€¦ No. He was out of time. Lelouch shot up and immediately wished he hadnâ€™t. Pain instantly shot to his skull and he clutched at it. He was pantingâ€”hard. A rapidly cooling sweat covered him, making him both in pain, and uncomfortable.<br/><br/>Frahlah sat in a seat at the opposite side of the room, though it was rather narrow. When he noticed Lelouch come out of his daze he leaned toward him slightly, though continued shuffling the cards heâ€™d been occupying himself with. â€œDid you see anything interesting?â€ the boy asked.<br/><br/>Lelouch winced. In the cave-like dugout house they were in his voice echoed, and the sound angrily assaulted the seerâ€™s throbbing head. â€œI did,â€ he responded after a moment. His bony shoulder blades hurt a bit from laying back on the little out-jutting of rock serving as his bed. Theyâ€™d thrown a blanket over it, but it didnâ€™t help muchâ€¦ and Sarah absolutely insisted on keeping the only cushioned bed to herself. Oh well, it was her house after all.<br/><br/>About three months ago, he and Frahlah had met. They became friends and eventually started talking about moreâ€¦ confidential thingsâ€¦ like the pressures their families were putting on them. They decided to both run away from homeâ€”somewhere their parents couldnâ€™t find them. Theyâ€™d found Sarah, whoâ€™d been willing to take them inâ€¦ on the condition that they used their powers to help her eliminate the Burin race.<br/><br/>As far as Lelouch could see, Sarah really didnâ€™t have much of a reason to hate the Burin so muchâ€¦ he supposed she just really wanted to kill people, but felt wrong killing her own race. Well, whatever. He had no reason<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>to kill them. Besides, she was offering them food and shelter for it, so why not? She specifically wanted them to find some messenger. Apparently, there were rumors flying around about some divine messenger who was still alive. Lelouch wasnâ€™t sure exactly what Sarah was planning here, but it had to be something nasty.<br/><br/>When Lelouch didnâ€™t continue voluntarily, Frahlah gave him a slight nudge. â€œOh? Care to be more specific?â€ he said offering a smile.<br/><br/>Lelouch looked over at the green-clad shape-shifter. He did look curious about what heâ€™d seen, but the way he was constantly shuffling those cards, and how his hands were shaking just slightlyâ€¦ it was obvious he wanted to play a game. Lelouch sighed. Sarah refused to play games with Frahlah because he always won, so that left Lelouch as his only game buddy. He liked the guy, and he didnâ€™t mind loosing so much as long as it was only a game, but jeez! He had to have played at least a million times. Sometimes he felt like heâ€™d barf if he ever saw another deck of cards.<br/><br/>Oh, but now his thoughts were wandering again. Lelouch could see Frahlahâ€™s mouth opening to give another prompt, but he interrupted. â€œI saw some people talking with each other. It wasnâ€™t casualâ€¦ some sort of meeting. I usually see things that are going to be important, but the vision was too blurry for me to see their faces closely enough.â€<br/><br/>â€œWhat does that mean?â€ Frahlah asked, â€œIf your visions are blurryâ€¦ what does it mean?â€<br/><br/>â€œWellâ€¦â€ Lelouch started, â€œfrom my experience, it usually means either Iâ€™ve pushed myself too hard, or Iâ€™m going to meet the people I saw in my vision.â€<br/><br/>For a moment, Frahlah actually stopped shuffling. â€œMeet them?â€ he asked, resuming the motion. â€œDo you have any idea who they were?â€<br/><br/>â€œLike I said,â€ Lelouch went on, shrugging slightly. â€œI couldnâ€™t see them clearly so I donâ€™t know.â€<br/><br/>Sarah, of course, chose that moment to walk in. â€œCouldnâ€™t see them clearly?â€ she inquired, one silver eyebrow raised. â€œArenâ€™t you supposed to be a seer?â€<br/><br/>Lelouch put his head on his hand. â€œIâ€™m not the saviour; Iâ€™m not omniscient.â€<br/><br/>â€œObviously not,â€ Sarah said, â€œor weâ€™d already know where that messenger girl is. Honestly, how is she so hard to find? Itâ€™s not like sheâ€™s a shapeshifter.â€<br/><br/>â€œWell anybody can put on a disguise,â€ Frahlah put in. He smiled, â€œSheâ€™s better at blending in than some clansmen I know.â€<br/><br/>Sarah narrowed her eyes. â€œThatâ€™s not something to be smiling about.â€ She turned to Lelouch and said curtly, â€œTry again,â€ just before storming off, probably to go do some hunting in the woods with her â€œpetsâ€.<br/><br/>Lelouch sighed, clutching his head. â€œI donâ€™t think I can do it again for a while.â€<br/><br/>Frahlah held up his deck, smiling ear to ear. â€œHow about a game, to relax for a bit?â€ A game? More like a hundred.