Jaster got a rude awakening from Razzly as she shook him.  "Raz, I'm okay. Raz, you can stop shaking me, please..."<br/>He opened his eyes and squinted, because the sun was shining down on him from his position.<br/><sub>"Finally! I thought you'd never get off of me!"</sub><br/>"What the, where'd that voice come from?!"<br/>"<sub>It came from ME! The little thing you were laying on!</sub>"<br/>The voice was coming from what looked to be a pixie or a faerie of some sort. She wore a greenish jumpsuit-like outfit and had big green eyes.<br/>Jaster blinked in surprise as he looked at the sprite/pixie/fairy in front of him.  "Okay Raz, maybe I'm not okay. There seems to be a fairy scolding me for laying on her...."<br/>----------------------------<br/>The paramedic nodded to the newcomer. "At the moment, we're severly understaffed to handle this kind of situation especially since whatever happened affected us paramedics too.  If you could go around checking on people, that would most definitely be appreciated. Let them know we'll help them as we get to them, but don't try anything yourself, leave it to us trained professionals."<br/>Turning his attention back to Aria he said, " Now let's take things slowly. If I hold up my hand, how many fingers do you see? If you can't tell, please let me know what you do see so I can help you better."<br/>--------------------------<br/>Deep underground, in a circular chamber, a meeting was about to commence.  In the center of the room was a large, round table.  Stationed equidistant from each other were nine chairs, six of which had been filled already. The remaining three were all situated next to each other at the northern end of the table.  Above the table, hanging from a rock ceiling was a technical setup that had an as-of-yet unknown purpose.  Stationed at the four cardinal directions were various monitors and screens, positioned at eye level on mechanical arms.  A low murmur came from the gathered people, all of whom were wearing dark robes that hid their features.  The murmur was replaced by the hum of machinery as the overhead setup started up.  Holographic images of the remaining three individuals filled their respective seats.<br/>"The council of nine is all accounted for. We begin now," said the leftmost hologram, apparently a woman by the voice, with a tone that could only be described as, 'cold' or 'icey'.<br/>"The event took place as promised," said the rightmost hologram, apparently an elderly man.<br/>"Indeed.  I thought I knew what power felt like before, but now I'm positively wired. When can I use my abilities on someone, asked one of the seated members eagerly.<br/>"Be patient flame. We await our leaders orders. Then, and ONLY then shall we strike."<br/>"You're no fun at all. Light, why don't you tell your twin sister how stuck up she is?<br/>"I concur with my sister.  You're way too eager. Perhaps your promotion was a bit...premature, she replied<br/>"What'd you say?!"<br/>"Enough! You would do well to listen to your superiors Flame."<br/>"Hold on. We may be able to use his eagerness.  Perhaps it's time we give him an assignment worthy of his talents? At the moment, we have no idea how many shards are out there, but we need to recover them all. To do that, we need the Seeker.  When we've found the whereabouts of the seeker, we can let him retreive it. By force if necessary.<br/>"Very well. In the meantime, we need to recruit new members. Our proclaimers did a good job of stirring up the populace. Now that we've successfully predicted the event, it will be a simple matter of convincing them of impending disaster. We can gather more recruits, and use the populace to gather the shards<br/>"I'll help sow the seeds of fear, volunteered one woman.<br/>"And I'll gather the recruits." volunteered a young man.<br/>"Then it is decided. Wind and water shall make contact with the populace and convince them to help us.  The rest of you shall continue your tasks as before. That is all."<br/>With practiced efficiency, the gathered group dispursed to carry out their tasks.