<div class="floatleft">(https://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/11990054/934full-diego-barrueco.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Fen Ylfingr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805158#msg14805158)<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>The Group<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gaia, Arizona, Phoenix<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://i.imgur.com/U5yYYEE.jpg)<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Talking, flirting, and wondering what the fuck is going on.<br/><hr/><br/>"Ramzi." Fen mouths to himself, a bit disgusted. Imagine, calling the executioner by his name. A lot like calling a cobra by 'kitten' if you ask him, but whatever. Better to keep the peace, he guesses. The information offered is at least something he listens to, for all the use it turns out to be. "So don't expect any help, trying to traverse the realms might kill us, and going back might kill us." He sums up, rolling his shoulders. "Yeah well, much as I like Gaia I don't intend to stay here. I got people back home to look after." He makes an annoyed face, as if he hadn't wanted to say that. "Gaia is a nice vacation and all but it isn't<em>home</em>, and it gets awful boring, awful quick." Sure, he'd used the place to hide out, and yeah he enjoys their books and other shit but... come on.<br/><br/>Korey interjecting turns his frown on her, and he shakes his head. "People like us, lady. Though I don't mind if you call me a star." He waggles his eyebrows, forcing himself to affect a better mood. Fuck it, no point in worrying about what he can't help. Just one foot in front of the other, and after that... after that he'll see. Though her words end up leaving him somewhat flatfooted. "So you'd, what. Be happy never going home?" Fen asks, incredulous. "Nothing or no one you'd miss?" Shaking his head, that's besides the point. "And what, just let Them win?" He pushes further, looking between Ramzi and Korey. "Give up? After everything I..." He cuts himself off sharply with a grunt, picking up his pace. Whatever, they obviously don't get it. "I might not be fond of where I'm from but it's still<em>home</em>, lady. I leave on my terms, not anyone else's." He tosses over his shoulder, falling into a brooding silence.<br/><br/>Adan seems... if not on his side, at least somewhat understanding. "Pretty boy's got a point." Fen offers, pulled from his musings. "Weird that we were exiled, yeah? Don't your kind usually get sent to put us down like, heh, dogs instead?" He directs the last towards Ramzi, though for once doesn't seem to mean anything insulting by it. "Your... Tectpatl?" He stumbles over the word, focusing back on Adan. Better to focus on him than Ramzi. "Oh, your..." He trails off, hand going to his side. "I wonder what they did with mine. Destroyed it, probably. Too much a sign of my resistance." His smile is more grimace, but he shakes the mood off easily enough this time. "If you know me you know the story of my binding, so there's no surprise there. But what was your Tectpatl like?" He's genuinely curious, never really having had the opportunity to ask others about their artifacts.<br/><br/>At the casual dialect coming from such a well dressed form, Fen snickers and throws an arm around the man. "I'll get you to loosen up yet." He adds under his breath with a smirk, "In more ways than one." Hey, a little flirting never killed anyone. And Adan hasn't exactly proven to be unreceptive. Niko bringing the mood down sours him a bit, but then, Niko seems a bit all over the place. Disentangling himself from Adan, he throws a<em>look</em>at Niko. "So what, we just wait here and hope they don't decide to finish us off when they're bored? I don't know about you but I don't like the idea of just waiting and looking over my shoulder forever."<br/><br/>In the discussion they've seemingly come up upon Phoenix, and Fen swears if he ever gets out of this mess he's burying supplies in every city on Gaia. He has a few here and there, but who the fuck goes to Phoenix? "An ally. Great. Fat lot of good they seem to be doing us now." Fen snorts, crossing his arms even as they cross the city boundaries. Shuddering, he stops, hackles almost visibly raised as he tilts his head up and inhales, head scanning the street. Ramzi going rigid isn't unnoticed, and his gaze snaps to the man. "You feel it too." His voice is rougher, more gravelly. "Know something I don't, Ramzi?" The name is drawled, drawn out, Fen ever inclined towards suspicion.