<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, Unknown<br/><strong>?Wearing:</strong>This (https://i.imgur.com/U5yYYEE.jpg)<br/><strong>?Mood:</strong>Moving, enjoying himself despite the situation<br/><hr/><br/>Ramzi being quiet is disconcerting. It's not like he knows the man, but he expected... something. He's practically the Boogeyman of Celestials. 'The Arbiter' they might call him, but 'Executioner' still fit better as far as Fen was concerned. Even being near the man makes him shiver, which just pisses him off more. It makes his<em>teeth</em>ache, until all he wants to do is grind and snap and tear. Releasing a breath, he does his best not to think about the man; though that doesn't mean he turns his back to him.<br/><br/>Wait, what? Greece? Blinking owlishly at the flower girl, Fen can only sigh. "Yeah, no. We're uh. We're a ways from Greece. Greece is..." He holds up his fingers, counting. "We're talking, on foot, like thirty turns of the Gaian sun to get to Greece. We're in the borders of America, I guess you'd call it." Echoing Korey's grin, he's at least pleased that for all she might not be familiar with Gaia, she seems to be entertaining. Especially with the way she talks to Niko. There's definitely some wit hidden in there.<br/><br/>And ah, Niko. What to say about Niko. Fen isn't quite sure what to think of the man, truthfully. He seems to go back and forth on topics nearly as fast as Hermes, just with less sass. "Home isn't defined solely by it being somewhere you stay." He can't help but point out, hunching slightly at the looks he either sees or at least imagines he does. What, he can be deep too. "Reside fits better, I guess." Fen continues, somewhat begrudgingly. "We're certainly stuck for the moment. Not like any of us have any great ideas." Maybe once he gets a better idea of where exactly they are and what city they're going to... Putting aside such thoughts, he tunes back into the conversation just in-time for Niko to conclude what was seemingly a fantastic soapbox moment. Really, he'd applaud if he knew the man better. Fen can get being passionate, but seems an odd time for a rant on warmongering. Sometimes a little bloodletting is nice.<br/><br/>At least some of them are sensible. Fen likes Adan, even with the wariness crossing the other's expression. It makes Fen bite his lip, want to press and see what other expressions he can make the man make. Almost visibly shaking himself like a dog, he does his best to stay focused. Now is not exactly the time. "What are they like?" He asks, curious. He doesn't think he's run into them, at least. Certainly not if they were as distinctive as Adan himself. Even his manner of speech is a bit too refined for Fen, mostly resulting in a deep-seated desire to ruin it. Idly, he wonders if the man even curses.<br/><br/>"Heh, I'm happy to lead." Fen volunteers, especially as Hermes and Adan, even Ramzi, seem less than inclined to pick up the position. "I don't know about the rest of you, but staying here isn't really an option. We can figure out more shit when we're in a city. Only so many plans we can make with our current resources, anyway." Scratching his chin, he tilts his head to look at Ramzi. "Hey, Elysium fucktoy. Make yourself useful if you're not here to kill us. What can you tell us about the sort of threats we might run into by trying to make our way back?" That they would try is, to Fen, not even a question.<br/><br/>As Hermes flutters off into the distance, Fen looks around at the group, shrugs, and heads off after her. He's not even sure what city she's leading them to, but it can't be worse than sitting in the middle of the desert all night going round and round. Picking up his pace, he settles in next to Adan, hands in his jacket and staring up at the sky as he walks. At least the view isn't bad.