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The barbell slowly moved up and down, Michael quickly pressing it off his chest, holding it out in momentary ecstasy until it descended once more. Each repetition grew more difficult, more straining for his eighteen-year-old body. Each time two hundred and fifty pounds pushed towards the sky more energy was lost. Nevertheless, it was all worth it.

A loud clang signified his completion, and he sat up, slowly watching a bead of sweat trickle down his nose and fall off its tip onto his shirt. Vincent, his older brother, made him lift weights, but Michael would have done it regardless. He liked how it made him perform, he liked how it made him look, but most of all Michael liked how the adrenaline felt rushing within his once-small frame. He was a new man, transformed into a cut, physical fighting machine much like Vincent was. Michael smiled; he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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Kame’s head shot back upright, his eyes exploding open once more. Casually looking around, he realized that Felicity hadn’t even noticed. That girl could talk for hours, Kame told himself, and it was hardly an exaggeration.

“What do you think, Ka?” she asked. Blinking and ignorant, Kame stared back at her with a stupid look on his face.

“I...I don’t know,” he replied, trying to be as vague as possible. Felicity hardly cared about his response. To her, Kame thought, discussion must be nothing more than a necessary evil.

She babbled on, pointless word after meaningless phrase, cliché after cliché, and Kame once again retreated into the shadowy depths of his own distorted subconscious. It was a far more interesting place, and besides, he should have gotten laid by now.

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“What’ll it be today, little lady?”

Adina scowled. If she had been a man, she was pretty sure she’d still hate merchants. The bastards rarely sold anything less than their souls, and they had told her time and time again how much they coveted hers. As a woman of substantial beauty and feminine attractiveness, she detested the dirty pigs which regarded her as nothing more than the trophy beast of the hunt. Still, she’d be damned if she asked for help. She could take care of her self, as she had proven time and time again. This time would be no exception.

“Five thousand rounds, fatass,” she replied, laughing inside at the unoriginality of her insult. To the merchant, she appeared completely stoic.

“Isn’t it time you found a husband?” the bastard asked, to which she shook her head.

“I don’t see you with a wife,” she snapped back.

“I’m married to my work,” the merchant replied.

“Ugly bitch she is too,” Adina said, the scowl still etched on her otherwise splendid face.

“Watch your tongue, woman,” the merchant ordered.

“The ammo...” Adina demanded, returning to the subject at hand.

“How are you paying?” the merchant asked, a sky grin spreading from cheek to cheek.

“Vories,” Adina replied, noting the standard currency of the wasteland.

“I don’t take...money...” the merchant snickered, implying the obvious. Swiftly, a gun cocked from behind his head.

“I doubt you take shots to the head either,” the voice behind the pistol said, freezing the fat merchant in his place. “But I’m willing to give them to you regardless.”

Surprisingly, Adina seemed more upset than ever. This was her job to handle, and once again, Vincent had tagged along, following her in some misguided attempt to protect that which didn’t need protection. From there, the transaction went along perfect, the Arkan clan receiving the necessary mana of war in exchange for Vories, just as Adina had suggested and Vincent had enforced.

“I had it under control, asshole,” she snapped once they were outside of the marketplace. Vincent gave her the same odd look he always did in these sorts of situations. This was hardly the first time. “I’m sick of being your goddamned damsel in distress.” Vincent merely shook his head as they made their way through the dirt and sand, towards their subterranean home base. Adina was a piece of work.

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The devilish sun was setting on the wasteland once more, casting haunting shadows across the broken terrain. Unphased, Vincent smiled upon his homeland as he stood in the doorway, patiently waiting for what was to happen. A droplet fell, slowly passing by his eyes before it crashed onto the ground, splattering in different, microscopic directions. Quickly, it grew in intensity.

The rain of the dead poured down upon the living, tattered souls drenched by those already torn. Meaningless wanderers with no destination, they are content with the damned existence they led. The descent was swift, inevitable yet illusive, as mundane routines were completed beneath. Memories, nearly forgotten, raced down to the surface, glaring at lives not unlike their own.

The arid land seemed surprised, as it always did, at the onset of rain, much like Vincent had been when he parents were taken. He knew not why they left, only that they had to. Now, as the scorched earth choked on the water poured upon it, Vincent closed the hatch to the Arkan lair, quietly wishing he was content with the life he led.

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Vincent Warrick - Adina Clovis - Michael Warrick - Felicity Shaka - Kame Kanika

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Dekker could be seen wandering the outskirts of their little hideout. He was flipping his knife into the air and catching it in its arch to earth. "You can come out now."

The shadow that he was passing through shifted and the slender hand of Alicia caught the knife out of the air. "Dekker, you need to stop being so paranoid."

Dekker grabbed he wrist and pulled his face close to hers,"Look, you remember what happened to the other Midnights. If that happened again, there wouldn't be any of us left. It is my job to make sure that doesn't happen again."

Alicia gave him a quick peck on his cheek and pulled away. "Ah, you're worried about me." She smiled and melded back into the shadows, leaving Dekker to continue on his way. He scowled as he looked up at the sun.

Jack was sitting on a barrel. This warehouse had been once been used for production of something, but now all that was here was barrels, boxes and broken machinery. He had been trying to practice his melding, but he just wasn't all that skilled at it. He got his hand to meld, but he couldn't keep it there. "Damnit."

Aeris looked over her shoulder at Jack. She was busy cleaning her rifle. She treated the rifle like it was a direct member of her family. She had named it William. "Jack, just keep on practicing. You'll get it. Like Alicia over there."

Jack looked in the direction she had indicated, and saw faint movement on the other side of the warehouse. "Aeris, you're more hawk than human." Aeris grinned and went back to the rifle.

Alicia walked up shortly and sat down next to Aeris. "Dekker's in one of his moods again." Jack laughed a little. Dekker only had one mood, and that was it.

Jack stood and walked away into the shadows of the warehouse. Alicia and Aeris looked at each other, and giggled a little. Jack and Dekker didn't get along too well. They had fought several times. Plus, Dekker had bullied Jack when they were kids. They had a long standing rivalry.

Jack opened one of the doors at the back of the warehouse. Even though only he and Aeris used ranged weapons, they had a fairly large stockpile of weapons and ammunition. The stockpile had accumulated over the years of raiding by the Midnights before they were wiped out. Luckily, the Midnights attackers hadn't known where to find their weapons, so the remaining members had managed to smuggle the weapons from their old location to their new one, several miles away.

They had learned from past mistakes, and now the members of Stalker Midnight only moved in the shadows. They were extra careful to remain in the shadows at all times, even when they were not out in the rest of the city.

Dekker remained outside. He was standing on top of the warehouse in the shaow of a water tower, surveying the city. He knew that there were hundreds of people out there, and at least 80% wanted him and his group dead. They hadn't made many allies over the years.

He looked away and disappeared into the shadows. He came back down in the warehouse. He walked past the girls, not saying a word. He was going to sleep, so he'd be ready for the coming night.

Outside, a storm could be heard.

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Dekker - Alicia - Jack - Aeris

(I like your beginning. Very movie like.)

Ronan Kinlaigh sat beside the small garden pond, carving a piece of wood with his old knife. He stared into the ponds waters as the wind caused small ripples to glide across the surface. The building that The Exiles had the look of a former home improvement warehouse. There different sections to the building, gardening, electrical appliances, everything; though, the building was near empty when the tribe found it. Only the gardening section seemed untouched, which is where the tribe decided to take up shelter.

The Exiles had made some changes to their new home. They had used the marble tiles to lay out a flooring throughout most of their claimed area, and planted the trees and bushes in different spots of the area, fed water through small ditches that were dug to keep the plants from dying. Surrouding the pond, though, rather than the marble tile was cobble stones and two willows, the two only willows at that, being the hardest to keep alive. A quiet oasis in the middle of a desert wasteland.

Ronan liked this new life in the gardening section of an abandoned home improvement warehouse. It was a lot better than his old life at least. He sighed at the memory of his past. Living the life of an exile on the run, always moving while trying to raise his son and granddaughter. Then, with the death of his son, it was just him trying to look out for his granddaughter. Ronan glanced up from the pond at the low hanging branches of the willow just across the water. Yes, He thought. It is much better this way... His thoughts were interrupted as another clansman strolled into sight on the otherside of the pond.

"Why 'ello there ole Ronan," said Jack Fahls cheerfully, giving a quick wave before walking onto the cobble stones surrounding the pond and kneeling next to the willow.

"Good day," said Ronan, a bit disappointed that his quiet time of thought had abruptly ended. "Steal anything of use for once?"

Jack put on a mock expression of hurt. "Steal? Now Ronan, I don't steal anything, things just happen to lose themselves and I find them." He grinned. "But now that you mention it, I did find something of use. Some bullets."

He reached to his belt and grabbed one of numerous pouches and tossed it over the pond to have land with a jingle beside Ronan. The old man opened the pouch and dumped its contents on the ground at his side and picked through sixteen rounds.

"Finally, something that won't serve as a simple trinket," he said, examining a bullet. "Yes, these will do. We can add the gun powder to the bolts, give the crossbow an edge, this metal can serve some other purposes." He glanced up to see that Jack had already disappeared.

He shook his head and went back to carving away at a piece of wood. Ronan might not approve of Jack's methods of finding items, but they were useful none the less.


Outside the building, on the beaten sidewalk were the other three members of The Exiles. Enli O Feargaill leaned back against the brick wall, keeping to the shadows as he sipped from an old bottle of water. Beside him was Deirdre Fahls. Both were taking a breath after the sparring match between swords. They often sparred, being one of the only ways to pass time in this desolate wasteland.

"Woah, nice shot!" said Enli, watching as Jenna Kinlaigh let loose an arrow into a target set up a hundred yards down in the middle of the abandoned parking lot.

Deirdre nodded. "You really are good with that bow, Jen."

Jenna grinned at the praise. "Well...I try. Here's another one." She grabbed an arrow from the bundle at her hip and lined up a second shot. She let out a slow breath, then let go of the arrow. It swiftly cut through the air and pierced straight through the target, all the way to the fletching on the rear of the arrow.

Enli whistled. "Man, I wouldn't be down range of her bow."

"I'd better get those arrows back, Grandda wouldn't what me to waste the arrows he makes."

"No probaly, wouldn't..." said Deirdre, remembering the last time Ronan lost his temper over her losing a sword he had made.

Enli took another gulp of water before setting the bottle down on the sidewalk as Jen hurried off to get the two arrows.

"Well Dare, wanna have another go at it?" he said, raising his sword.

"Thought you'd never ask!"

The two quickly rejoined in one of their fast-paced sparring matches.


((OOC: Heh, seemed like one of those previews you see in the theaters *following preview is rated R* quick scene *a film produced by ____* quick scene *move title* quick scene....Anyways....))

Aramil Feliar hovered, blissfully meditating, his mind in the perfect equilibrium required to levitate. He could sense his grand-daughter Helen meditating beside him. His mind wandered over the many great things he and his predecessors before him had discovered, and the greater things still to be learnt. The Cabal was small and unkwon now, but generations had been working toward its final unveiling, and Aramil was sure that the time would come. Meanwhile, he could hear a constant thumping sound from the other room, and asked Helen to see what it was. She jumped up and walked over. In the room was a sorry heap that was Will Curtis. he was cursing under his breath. "Damn levitation thingy, what's the matter with it?" Every so often, when he began to truly meditate, he would rise a few inches off the ground, but his exultation would bring him back down with a thump. "Oh, Will, you never learn," Helen said. "You must empty your mind, and let your cares slide away."
"All right," Will said grudgingly, but then he heard the door slam. "Sylvia must be back. I'll go see what she brought." He walked down the hall as Helen returned to meditation. Will got to the door as Sylvia was talking to Kerreth. His massive bulk blocked out Sylvia's wiry frame, but Will heard her voice behind him. "The merchants at the market are beginning to think something's amiss, what with my making them "agree" to hand over items free," she said. "The memory block has been helping, but I simply don't have the hang of it as much as Aramil does." She handed Kerreth several bags, and he holstered his Sig Sauer to take them. "I'm sure everyone will be glad for the supplies," he said in a deep baritone, while eyeing Will. "This youngun could eat more than me!"
"It's not only food," Sylvia said. "I've gotten you some ammunition, and have gotten an old book that should please Aramil."
"Good, good," said Kerreth. "You take these in, and Will, go study with Helen and Aramil. No wonder you can't levitate if you don't listen to what he says. I'll go out and practice on the roof." Kerreth ascended the steps, and soon the muted sound of a silenced gun was heard below.

Kaer whooped with laughter when the rain began pounding down! "Come one every one get the tarps spread out - lets catch as much as we can." She danced like a child as the rain soaked her dark garmets, then darted for the neatly stacked pile of bright blue plastic tarps, salvaged some time ago and kept clean and mended for just such rain catching. She was careful, as always, not to inadvertantly project her emotions but rain always sent her mood soaring.

It was true that the Children of Selene were blessed with a small spring fed lake in the park, but there was never such a thing as too much water. They all set about catching the rain, joining in Kaer's infectious laughter, even quiet Jael finding a smile to lighten her face.

Too soon though the pounding rain stopped and the more delicate task of transfering the cached water from the tarps to white plastic barrels began. Suliman and Te took this in hand and soon the barrels were full. The rain had brought them more than they expected and Ardent suggested a steam bath and bathing party once dark had fallen.

That sent Suliman and Jael to the market place for celebration supplies and Marta, the older woman that had attached herself to the small clan , to a flurry of baking and cooking. "Linea, Tok, go see what the gardens and the laying hens offer today...and Tok see if that big catfish is catchable today. He'll fry up nice" She set the other two 'strays' that the Children had taken in to work.

"I'll set up the sweat dome and see to the rocks" Te offered in his quiet voice. He seldom spoke above a near whisper, his voice was a potent tool and could be dangerous as well if he unleashed its power.

"Thank you, love. I know that Jael is going to look especially for some lemons for your tea." Arden cupped his face in her hands and they exchanged a lingering kiss before going their seperate ways. Ardent to check her supplies of oils, and the cleanliness of her healing tent with its rich silks and furs. Tantric healing required intamate contact in a space suitable for such gifts. Arden had a feeling that some one would be visiting her this night, and her feelings were seldom wrong.

Kaer set about decorating their encampment, though there was little need for more. Prayer flags and bronze gongs hung about as well as FengShui mirrors and decorative tassels. Their herb gardens provided flowers as well as herbs. The tents of brightly colored cloth glowed in the afternoon sun and at night they shown, a light with many oil and candle lamps, like jewels. The Children had made the park their own, their home now for several years. No one bothered them, it wasn't a good thing to garner the ill will of the only real healers in the city... especially when they could kill as easily as they could heal.

The Lunatics, as many derisively called them ( and it didn't seem to bother the Children at all ) were gearing up for a party....and it was going to be a full moon too...

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Ardent *---* Kaer ** ---** Jael **---* Suliman *---* Te

Enli glanced up at the sky as a quick clap of thunder ripped through the sky as dark clouds rolled swiftly in from the distance. Almost as soon as the clouds were overhead, the rain began falling down. Enli stepped out from under the building's overhang and held out his hands in the rain and looked up to the sky.

Jenna glanced up through the rain as a flash of light lit up the abandoned parking lot.

"We should head inside, I don't like it out here with lightning," she said nervously, glancing around at all the metal light posts in the parking lot.

Deridre gave a nod. "Okay, we need to set up some water collectors anyway."

"I'll get to it, you girls go on inside and help ole Ronan out with whatever it is he's cooking up for dinner."

Deirdre and Jenna strolled off as Enli began setting up large buckets under parts of the roof where water was spilling off in streams in to the ground. He reached over and grabbed a number of funnels from a shelf against the wall of the building....


Ronan glanced up as his granddaughter and Deirdre walked into their part of the building. He gave a slight smile and went back to carving at the piece of wood, which was now strongly resembling a wolf howling up at the sky.

"Have you seen Jack?" asked Jenna, looking around the pond area.

"He was here around an hour ago, stole off somewhere though," answered Ronan.

Jenna nodded and went off in search of Jack. Deirdre knelt beside Ronan and watched him carve his wooden statue for a moment.

"I tihnk we should get some food ready," she said. Ronan stopped whittling and nodded.

"We got some meat left over, and I found a couple of salt cubes in the back of the warehouse earlier this morning," said Ronan. "Why don't you gather some carrots and lettuce, it'd go nice with a slice of roasted beef."

Deirdre quickly went off to work as Ronan got a quick fire going. The older man walked to a spot in the ground sheltered away in constant shade and hefted a box from the ground, the box kept cool in the earth. Ronan grabbed a slab of meat and walked back to the fire to get the meal ready......


((Bumpity bump bump, bumpity bump bump...That song is only good for so long...))

The Arkan home existed in the worst sector of the Wasteland. So wretched was the Arkan’s northern terrain that the people, long ago, were forced underground. Within the subterranean tunnels, the people did what was necessary to survive, however above the land, chaos ensued. It was the job of the Warriors of Purgatory to protect the Arkans from the evils of the land, and it was the job of Vincent Warrick to lead the Warriors.

However now, with tears building in his eyes and the rest of the clan asleep, Vincent was hardly feeling in charge. The Wasteland was a treacherous place, and too many Arkans had succumbed to its horror. Vincent and Michael’s parents were taken some time ago, and although Michael instantly vowed revenge, Vincent questioned the entire affair. Walking through the graveyard, with no stars in the underground “sky,” Vincent often pondered his parent’s death to a point of excruciating emotional turmoil. Tonight was no different.

The stories tore through his mind in fragmented segments, teasing his desire for answers by dangling them out in front of him. Blindly he’d grasp at the visions, only to open his eyes in reality, his hands clamped around dingy graveyard air. His parent’s stones were perfect, untouched by time or others, and not anything like the broken monuments around them. Too many Arkans had either forgotten about death or disregarded it entirely. Life was a cycle, they said, why should one part of the cycle be feared more than any other. Death isn’t the end; it’s merely a segway to a new beginning.

“You worry too much, Vic,” A voice said from behind the stones.

“You don’t worry enough,” Vincent replied, squinting his eyes to see his brother beyond the shadows.

“You can’t do anything about them,” Michael continued.

“Then why seek vengeance?” Vincent asked.

“Because I can do something about those who did this to them,” Michael sneered, clenching his fists by his side. “God willing those fuckers are still alive…”

“How do you know anyone did anything?” Vincent asked. “How do you know they weren’t just overcome with the vastness of the land?”

“Because Dad wouldn’t give up like that,” Michael barked back. “Dad always believed that there was more…more beyond the Wasteland. If he was lost…he’d just keep going.”

“Remember where they found our parents, Mike?” Vincent asked. “Farther away from our home than anyone before. Maybe…maybe they just failed…”

“Bullshit!” Michael screamed back, with a voice loud and angry enough to wake the dead surrounding them. “Dad was full of adventure, full of spirit…now look at him…contained in a hole with a stone above his head. These cold stones…these cold bodies…are the wrong companions for Mom as well. Mom was warm…and gentle…”

“It’s hard to remember anymore,” Vincent admitted, shaking his head. “I’m having trouble keeping dreams from reality.”

“Yeah…” Michael agreed, instantly quiet and calm. “Yeah me too…”

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Vincent Warrick - Michael Warrick

Jael stopped to exchange some of her tissanes for a side of vennison and to check on the youngest daughter of the Andrew the Hunter. Pleased to see the young girl healing well, she arranged to have the meat delivered in time to be spit roasted for the nights festivities.

"Let every one know, bring something to share, we're setting up the sweat lodge, and bath house. There will be singing, music, and dancing about the bonfire this night. All who come in peace are welcome."

She thanked him with a smile for the good bargaining session and returned to Suliman's side. He too was passing the message of the nights party. He had chosen well, for he was speaking to Big Voice, the self appionted 'crier' of the area, and he'd see that the word was wide spread.

Enjoying the cooleness brought by the passing rain shower they broused the market place, Jael's potions and Sulimans chits for massage, accupressure and other hands own therapies being carefully bartered for such stock supplies, and the occasional luxuries as the market place could provide. They were generally welcomed, and the announce ment of a communal party this night was also well recieved. Many promised to come, and bring something to contribute to the feast. Suliman was happy to find a double handful of rounds for his anchiet but carefully tended AK 47, and Jael found some of the rarer herbs,and ...

"Oh look Suliman! That cloth is lovely. How much for a length of it?" She held the deep indigo cloth up to the light admireing the silver threads that were shot through it here and there. She hoped that the weaver would not ask too much for it

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Jael ** - ** Suliman

Kame Kanika was beginning his willing descent into apathy. Inaugurating the downfall of him giving a shit, he strolled through the Arkan tunnels, indifferent to those surrounding and looking up to him. Brushing off the young and the elderly alike, Kame scanned his memory for recent bouts of pleasure, unfortunately coming up empty in the process. Training had grown mundane, talking to Felicity unproductive, and even basking in the glory of his position, an act he once adored, had become tiresome and even annoying.

He was better than them, Kame agreed, ignoring the longing gazes cast his way. Superiority was not his due to his status as a Warrior, however, but instead his self-reliance and unwillingness to subject himself to meaningless tasks and petty concerns. He was his own ruler, regardless of whatever bullshit tried to drown out his existence. Neither Vincent nor the pathetic public could take his independence away, and yet lately he could feel it gradually draining from his being.

The tunnels were dimly lit, the Arkans saving the energy and light for rooms necessary for living and general survival, and yet Kame had grown accustomed to the darkness, embracing the shadows as he made his way through the bleak passages. He had nothing to cling to here. Adina had her pride, Vincent and Michael had their memories, and Felicity clung to the same worthless dependants that Kame disregarded. Without knowledge of his parents or overflowing pride, Kame wandered aimlessly through his desolate existence.

Needless to say, it was shocking then when out of nowhere, Kame froze, his body going numb and falling to the ground as his mind left his sanity, stretching out in all directions. Colors flashed before his eyes, patterns failing to excite his senses as they should have. Kame closed his eyes, only to open them face to face with himself, albeit an older version of himself by about ten or so years.

The man talked powerfully, his booming voice showcasing the disturbed emotions behind his fiery eyes, and Kame struggled to make out what he was saying. The man was talking through him, not to him, and Kame turned to see those who he was addressing. A small crowd had gathered and among the warriors stood Vincent, older as well as battle torn. Squinting to concentrate, one word emitted by the older version of himself rang through his ears, echoing in his mind.

...power...

Thrown back into reality, Kame awoke alone and filthy upon the floor. Rising to his feet, he continued the path to his room, not bothering to brush himself off.

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Kame Kanika

The merchant had driven a hard bargain, for more of Jael's tissanes than she'd wanted to surrender, but the cloth was too beautiful to pass up. She'd tie the lenthg into a paraeo for the party tonight. She and Suliman had made sure that the messages was being passed to every one in the city.

As they headed back to their small corner of the world, she could hear music pouring forth from the park. The solar batteries were well charged and they would power the cd player for hours. The double handfull of cd's were one of their most prized possessions, and treated as such

Jael found her feet dancing on their own and whooped as she executed a kick and spin

"This is going to be a wonderful night Suliman, I can just sense it!"

((Yayness, a party!....yeah...))

Enli sat back against a scenic rock near the small pond and sighed, pushing a tile plate aside with his boot. As usual, the others had finished their meal already, and Enli was left eating long after. Not that he was overweight, actually he is perhaps the most fit in the group, but he has a thing with food being left to waste, a trait from the times of deprival in his past.

Jenna stood as Deirdre and Jack Fahls entered the pond area. Jack grinning and Deirdre with a worried expression on her face as she watched her brother.

"Oh boy," said Jenna noticing the look on Jack's face as well. "What is it? Something big find its way into your pocket?"

Jack faked a pained expression. "Sometimes what you guys say hurts, cuts me real deep," he said. He started laughing with Enli as Jenna smiled, Ronan shook his head muttering something deviant lil' villain.

"There seems to be a party going in that park a block into the city..." said Deirdre. "The whole deal, other tribes, music, food..." She gave a glance at her brother. "Merchants."

"And I suppose you want us to go?" said Ronan.

"That'd be cool with me," said Deirdre. "To be honest, I've never met anyone in the other tribes...Or at least gotten to know anyone. Seen some, but never really had a conversation..."

"And who would be left to watch the tents?" asked Enli.

"No one!" said Jack happily. "Come on, let's all go!"

Enli laughed. "Right, and leave all our food and weapons to someone who happens to be poking around?"

Ronan stood. "Nonsense. You all go ahead, I'll catch up."

Enli looked at him quizically then shrugged. "Alright, you always seem to work out something..." He picked up his sword and sheathed before walking from the pond area. Deirdre and Jack quickly followed, as did Jenna, each grabbing their weapon to take along on the streets of the city's dark night.

Ronan turned and tightened a few ropes and chains attached to different booby traps, ranging from hanging and rusted spikes to little buckets of left over chemicals from in the warehouse. He smiled solemnly at his handywork and turned and walked briskly after his tribal companions.

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Jenna's pic (http://img101.echo.cx/my.php?image=finalfantasyxii200405140322222.jpg)
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((That's it til thursday all...peace))

As twilight deepened, the candles, torches and lanterns scattered about the Childrens encampment, sprang to flickering ruddy light. The tents made of wildly colored rugged fabrics glowed like luminous flowers growing wild. Music swirled up and along on cooling breezes, carrying with them the tantalizing scents of grilled vegtables, roasting vennison and melting chocolate. Ardent had broken out her small store of exceedingly rare cocoa and simmering a mole sauce, rich with unseetened chocolate and firey with peppers. Perfect to top off the enormous pan of chicken enchaladas.

"Ardent, you know the way to a mans heart" Kai all but moaned as he put the finishing touches on sand painting that lay in bright display before his working tent.

"No you mean other places. Chocolates an aphrodisiac, and so are peppers." Jael laughed as she brought him a fresh decanter of sweet almond oil. "And here you go, in case you do any 'private' massages and 'money hums' tonight."

"I'll save some time just for you dear one. But I think your dancing feet are going to get a work out, and may be too tired for later fun" The ex monk replied with a lazy grin and a warmly appreciative look at her sensual movments

"Oh I hope so, I just want to dance myself silly!" Jael laughed as she whirled away in a flare of skirt and a flash of bare thigh.

"Welcome Micca, Maddie, come sit down and enjoy" Suliman welcomed some of the first arrivals, accepting their offering of fresh homemade breads and herbed soft cheese. They'd brought meade of their own brewing as well and he carefull gave that it's one place of honour. Micca and Maddie were known for the quality of that rich honeywine.

((OOC: Dangit, this RPs cool...live...I'm gonna start posting in italics cause it looks better...yeah))

Enli led the others across the dark street, still damp from the quick storm from earlier in the day. He was on alert, trying to make sure that there weren't going to be any surprises in the dark streets. Jack took lead, showing the way to source of festivities.

"Mm, I can smell the good stuff already," he said.

The group stopped as they came in sight of lights and tents.

"I just realized something," said Jenna. "We forgot a gift...Can't go to a party without a gift..."

"That's no problem," said Ronan, pulling a jug off of his belt holding many different pouches and bottles. "Home brew, bit strong though." The solemn man shrugged.

"Eh, it's a party," said Jack. "I'm sure no worries come from a drink!"

Enli nodded.

"What else you got with you Ronan?" he asked.

"A wooden statuette of a wolf howling at the moon...Carved it today."

"Alright. Let's go." Enli walked with Jack at the head of the group towards the camp.....


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Will Curtis rubbed his eyes. He had been studying for hours, and had finally mastered the levitation technique, for a few inches anyway. He needed a break. He looked outside, and saw the lights of a party several blocks down. "Be back soon!" he shouted, as he ran out the door, grabbing his gun on the way.

He rattled down the steps, finally reaching the entrance. He walked casually over to the party, bringing a small obsidian dagger for a gift. This night promised to be better than he had thought.

Bump

(OOC: Dangit, this RPs cool...live...)

Too bad it doesn't have direction, plot, or active participants... (yes, I'm to blame here too.)

/dons thinking cap

I need to come up with something...

OOC: It has me as an active participant... :D

OOC: I'm still around too, Steel...We start this up again I'll still be in it.

As will I - had a post ready to go up yesterday but jolt ate it and didn't have time to rewrite.