Welcome to Gaia! ::

nothing worked in the stadiun, no powers at all... no healing, no fire, no wind.. I could not even feel the earth around me once I went in there, I am not what I was before Sam came, but I still have most of my abilities...
I worry that the people will not be willing to understand that what happened had nothing to do with anyone who was noit in there from the start*she sat beside him stailing her fingers in the fountain*

true I was in there a max 20 minues before it all blew up, so my account is not that geart sweatdrop .. Enki was in there when I got in, Perhaps he knows more, I don't know what happened to him either..*she shook her head and absently tossed the empty box into a garbage bin a good five feet away*..point...

You should come by the apartments on Lev Kit some time dear, Munin would like to talk to you...

oh trust me dear.. this will not really be normal.. my daughter and son are just over a month old... and walking already sweatdrop ... Metas just blow my mind sometimes xp *she laughed softly and stood up pulling out the steel fan again and snapping it open again* we will all have just one happy day...

*And Hono was gone the way she had come, silver sparkles drifting in a slight breeze*

Lonnie and Donnie knew the had a good score. This much cash would set them up for a good few weeks. The owner of the store which they had just burgled may be in less better shape then them - a knife in the gut would do that to a man - but his old lady would see that an ambulance would come quickly.

The brothers had always needed to live on the rough side of life. After the gangs had fallen apart in Durem, the rest of Gaia was easy pickings. With the mobs trying to regain their weakened grip, there were too many establishments not paying their protection money like they should - which meant they were fat from relaxation.

Moving quickly through the streets and the bustling crowd, Donnie with the gun and the knife stuffed behind his jacket, Lonnie with the bag of cash swinging heavily on his hip, they looked innocuous to most...untrained individuals.

As they walked the crowd seemed to part for them as they tried to look inconspicuous to make way for something big...

A sudden punch blew Donnie off his feet, the gloved hand twisting in his stomach as his breath and most of his lunch was heaved up through his mouth - before physics decided to catch up, the sheer force of the blow sending the man hurtling back into a fruits stand, oranges and watermelons flying in all directions as he smashed into the eatery, limp as a rag-doll.

His brother, Lonnie, watched in awe as his sibling flew away and turned, snarling, as he reached into his pocket to pull out a pair of knuckle dusters. Slipping the dusters onto his fingers with practised ease, he pulled his fist back and let fly -

Straight into the fist of the attacker. The iron knuckle-dusters, heavy and thick, bent inward as they connected with the meaty fist, crushing Lonnie's fingers into an awkward position and sealing the dusters onto his hand for life, the painful set of bling not doing any good for it's owner.

The black glasses of the attacker flashed as he picked up the screaming man by his shirt-front, hoisting him up off his feet to hang in the air as he looked around himself. His voice was loud, demanding attention. "This is what happens to theives in this town!!" He bellowed in a strange accent - before suddenly slamming his fist into the screaming man's stomach, the pain too much for him as he finally fell silent.

His blond hair flowing gently in the breeze, he lowered the man, looking up as a police car and an ambulance finally arrived not a few blocks down.

When the police finally arrived, they'd find the bag of money hidden underneath the bodies of two criminals who had gotten the s**t kicked out of them, a very jubiliant fruit-store owner holding a bag of money which would pay for the damages to his store and the rennovations to come, and many witnesses claming to have seen a large, tall blond man, dressed in black, leaping up into the sky...

Several days had passed since things at the staduim had calmed down, and Ryugi Kazamaru had recovered quite a bit indeed. Most of his injuries had healed beyond worry, however, his broken arm was still a little stiff and a bit sore. Vargus and Eclipse had stayed with him while he healed in the medical facilities and hadn't left his side.

The trio of individuals was now walking about the town since niether of them had ever been there before.

The crowds of milling people that swamped the streets of Latent began to whisper and gossip amongst themselves sometime towards midday. But it wasn't about the armored warrior riding through the streets on a great steed, nor was it concerning the recent string of thefts. What the whispering and sidelong, wary glances were all about was actually a very simple-looking young man; simple, yet undeniably noble. Very few people could see this young man though, because the crowds of people were parting like water before the prow of a ship before him, yet somehow still managed to mingle about afterwards in tightly packed groups to catch a glimpse...

... a glimpse of a member of the Spear.

This member of the Spear looked to be of the age of twenty or so, but in this day and age who the hell can tell; but unlike the majority of people his age who just let themselves go and gave in to their basic urges of sex and food, he looked to be in the utmost prime of his physical being. No excess amount of anything could be found on his body at first glance, fat pretty much nonexistant, which just made his tightly packed and honed muscles seem all the more sharp and defined. But his body was not overly muscular, rather it was slim and wirey, like that of a dancer; he obviously was built for speed and flexibility, and not brute strength. And the dangerous light in his dark, gimlet eyes hinted at a depth of power that couldn't be gauged.

But these people that stopped to look did not stay around for long, for the appearance of a member of the Spear in the view of the general public of Latent usually meant a battle was about to ensue. The way he casually strolled down the street as well, hands clasped lightly behind his back and dark hair swaying in front of darker eyes, was rather eerie for a person in his line of business; kind of like the executioner skipping to a hanging. Whether or not he noticed the people pointing and whispering at him, covering their mouths as if that was less suspicious, he did not reveal; he simply continued to casually stroll forward, his blue-and-white coat drawing more and more bystanders by the second.

Was this member of the Spear off to make war on the criminals, or did he have a different agenda? His blank, impassive mask revealed nothing. But one thing was for certain...

... he meant business.

Within the middle of the crowd was a man who didn't shy away, who didn't whisper and titter behind this man's back, who didn't gasp and gawk.

He eyed the man up and down, seeing what was evident - the man seemed to be a match. Wether he was totally human or not remained to be seen, but one thing was for certain - he certainly looked like he could hold his own.

...I have to see wether i can still take a man such as him. I dont think i've gotten too rusty... John thought to himself as he pushed his sunglasses further up his nose, covering his sky-blue eyes. Alright...lets see if this 'Spear' can live up to it's reputation...

He moved through the crowds slowly, excusing himself as he picked his way toward the man's path. As he drew closer - standing about four or five inches taller then most of the onlookers, and about five times wider then most - the people around him stared at him, as if he was mad. It was evident what he was about to do.

Finally moving through the crowd, he stood within it, lost for a moment within all the faces. Turning to face this Spear, he put his hands into the pockets of his dark pants, his head bowed slightly, his blond fringe falling gently over his face.

If the Spear kept on his path, he'd run right into Tomorrow - who would not budge. He'd see if the Spears were true war-mongers then.