<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=73430.msg3251290#msg3251290">Quote from: Zarazel on 06-07-2010, 20:33:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As she drove to her appartment she noticed the people fighting with what seemed magical powers?. She groaned and stopped as she saw the two people fighting dead ahead. She groaned and tried to move pass them out of a corner. If she did she would rush to her appartment and lock herself inside until she can figure out what to do. She always had good locks on her appartment so she did not had to worry about someone braking in.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The two people were too engrossed in fighting each other to notice Mikoto. In truth, it seemed like they weren't doing it out of spite, and were actually just having dangerous fun, though there was no way to tell for sure.<br/><br/>--------------------<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=73430.msg3240646#msg3240646">Quote from: cmpuncle on 04-07-2010, 14:52:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well I'm glad to hear that you're ok.  I've already been helping out the paramedics quite a bit, unfortunately it's about time for me to go meet with my client, they'll be expecting me soon.  If you wouldn't mind taking over for me I would be much appreciated.  Most of the people here just have small bruises and cuts, no one seems to have any serious injuries so for now they just need company to keep them from going insane with panic.  Farewell and good luck."<br/><br/>With that he disappeared quicker than most people could, almost seeming to blend in with the darkness, a specialty of his which had developed out of both his work and his preference to move about at night under cover of darkness.  After about a half hour he knocked on his client door, who after a few minutes opened it and asked him to enter.  He made his way to their living room where he sat on the couch and waited for them to explain the job they had for him.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Shroudblows client looked to be an ordinary man, though something seemed different about him. Perhaps it was the way he carried himself, or the ripples of heat that radiated from him. Perhaps it was the fact that his house was relatively spartan, compared to most of Shroudblow's clients. Whatever it was that set him apart, Shroudblow would have to figure it out later, as the client began to speak.  " Well, it certainly is good to see you in Eden, though I wish it had been under better circumstances. Before I begin, care to tell me your thoughts on that strange meteor shower? Perhaps anything out of the ordinary you've observed since then?  The reason I ask is because all of this is tied intricately with the mission I've planned out for you..."<br/><br/>----------------------------------<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=73430.msg3239712#msg3239712">Quote from: Skystomp on 04-07-2010, 07:02:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jacobs back went up in defense almost right away. He didn't know why. Just... something was off and he wasn't sure what. Nevermind that the whole scene currently being played out in the park was off. "No no I'm fine. I'm fine. Some of these other people don't seem to be doing so well though. Looks like a lot of them are panicing over something. Best if we checked with the paramedics and see if there is anything civies like us can do to help out." He ran through his mental checklist. The guy was only trying to help. There was an unexplained burn through his shirt but he felt fine. better then fine truth be told. So what was it about this guy that was putting his back up. He was keeping it in check for now... maybe it was becuse he had been singled out. Maybe... no. He would worry about that later. First he'd see what he could do to help. Then he'd look at the weirdness of today and figure out where to go from there.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Out of the corner of his eye, Jacob could see some kind of trouble brewing down the block at what would normally be a busy intersection.<br/>--------------------------------------<br/>Razzly shook her head, "Well Jaster, if you're not okay, than neither am I because I see the fairy too."<br/><sub>"I'm not a fairy. I'm the physical embodiment of his power,"</sub>the little fairy replied jabbing an accusing finger at Jaster.<br/>"What power?"<br/><sub>"aya! You really are stupid aintcha?  His power over wind of course! Don't tell me you didn't know.  I bet you don't even know you have the power to control fire!"</sub><br/>Razzly crinkled her nose in indignation. She didn't take kindly to being called stupid.  "Last time I checked, neither one of us had powers like that. Then again, last time I checked, fairies didn't exist either."<br/><sub>"I told you, I'm not a fairy! If you don't believe me, then watch this. Jaster, try to use the wind to blow her skirt up. And you, miss 'I think I know everything,' why don't you try to create a fireball,"</sub>she said with a mischievous grin.<br/>Donning a cocky grin, Razzly looked at Jaster. "Okay Jaz, go ahead, try it, I'd like to see you do it."<br/>Jaster smiled uneasily, "okay, but remember, you asked me to."  Moments later, with a little concentration, Razzly's skirt flew up, much to her embarrasment. She quickly pushed it back down. "why you!"<br/>"Hey, you said to try it..."<br/>Razzly, in her temper, summoned a fireball into her hand without meaning to. "ooh. Okay, so now we have these powers...what do we do with them?"<br/><br/>