<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>Confused<br/><hr/><br/>Fen's eyes narrow slightly on the redhead, having thought he heard... But no, no one has called him that in years, decades, centuries. What reason would some slip of a girl have to know him? He certainly doesn't recognize her, nor her name.<em>'What kind of name is 'Korey', anyway?'</em>, he gripes mentally. It certainly doesn't do him any favors recognizing her, not knowing any of her titles or who she is--was--to the Gaians. "Yeah well, as far as I know the Elysium aren't liable to banish people over real estate." The wolf deadpans, turning his head with an aborted eye-roll. "Doesn't really line up with, y'know, fearing I'll eat the realms." He gestures lazily, a negligent gesture showing what he thinks of that. If there's a hint of bitterness in his voice, his expression says not to mention it.<br/><br/>That the flighty one and the redhead are acquainted is interesting, but it's like he's trying to fit broken pieces of glass together. Even if he has all the pieces, the shape eludes him. He always did hate puzzles. He commits names to memory, grinning at Hermes. Maybe she's not too bad. "That's what I'm talking about. Look at me. Who'd want to get rid of this?" He waves a hand at himself, smirking, but even then there's something... almost sarcastic about it, something too sharp, edging close to self-loathing. He knows Hermes' type. Recognizes bits of himself in her, one troublemaker to another.<br/><br/>"Adan." Fen tries, no doubt mangling the way it's said. He gives the man a nod, thankful that at least someone was willing to trade titles for titles. Not that it particularly helps. Fen's habit of sticking to himself coming back to bite him, he figures, because fuck if he knows jack all about whatever the hell Adan just said. "Wait, back up a minute. Moving pictures?" He asks, incredulous. Who the fuck calls them that? "...When was the last time you were on Gaia?" He wonders aloud, almost cautious because seriously what the fuck. He<em>is</em>curious, though. "Any idea what they're called?"<br/><br/>The man's glance down pulls a frown of sympathy from Fen, knowing he himself feels naked without his Armament. The comforting weight missing just serves to piss him off more, though perhaps thankfully not at any of the people near him.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, they're getting off topic. "Right... conspiracy. Great." The wolf agrees, voice as dry as the desert they find themselves in. Snorting, he spreads his arms. "You're not wrong. None of us seem to match." He pulls at his hair, frustrated. "Is there<em>any</em>pattern to this bullshit?" Susanoo-no-Mikoto's introduction has Fen grinning again, never one to let the opportunity to make a smart comment go. "Niko, then." The wolf waggles his eyebrows suggestively. "I'm sure there's all<em>sorts</em>of things you could show me." Not that a fair bit of it wasn't already on display, considering the man's so-called outfit.<br/><br/>The Arbiter finally deigning to talk again puts a sour note back in the whole conversation, and he can't quite help the way he stiffens. Unfortunately, the bastard has a point. If he's not here to kill them... then what? Spy on them? But why be so obvious about it? He's getting a headache and he bares his teeth, steadily working back to annoyance. "If the fuckers finally had something on me to execute me for treason, they'd have taken it. And I'd have taken their heads for trying." He grunts, but it's clear he's at least listening.<br/><br/>"Yeah, speaking of. Anyone have any clue where in Gaia we are?" Fen is more the city type, and this isn't anything like what he's used to when he visits. That other things might be coming to hunt them is something he tries to ignore. One problem at a time.