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"Not so lucky. Think I might know where the cards are. I've got a lead on all five. I'm heading towards one now. The rest are held by three different people. Garret has one, so does this guy my lead was with, I'll send a picture, and third is Pen, of course." Jarred sent a picture of Arix, assuming I got the name right, through the phone. "This guy has two, apparently."

Jarred was not in the prison.

How the ******** did he figure that out?? he thought to himself with a Genuine look of confusion on his face. He patted his back pockets, then his front ones. He reached into his left pocket and pulled the card out and looked at it for a few seconds with an expression that says "What the hell?" on his face. He handed it over to Syx. "I didn't even know I had that. The blaster was really unnecessary."

As I walked throughout the prison compound, I wandered without aim. I knew not of what Syx of Skarloey looked like, nor did I have any prior information about their persona. All I knew were their names. And with that, I decided to call out without much personal concern. "Syx! Skarloey! I am in search of your assistance!" As my voice bellowed about, eyes around me began to fiercely sneer and glare upon my being with the greatest discontent. Nevertheless, I had to continue my search.

((Well, Eulalia Danae's character, Lia, disclosed to me the name of your character. So, yeah, I don't know))

Cast away within the bowels of his domain remained the hollowed shell of the crazed and deranged soldier of fortune. There, he knelt within a pool of despair with chairs buckling about his wrists and ankles that anchored him heavily against the wall. All that could be seen within his cell was the gleam of his crimson eye burning with the impending hatred that flourished throughout his very existence.

That sole eye.

That very symbol of immeasurable disgust could petrify even the bravest of hearts. Though it was hidden by the shadows, its emanating powers seeped through. Such a bone-chilling feel one got from even getting a glance from it. And yet, such a desperate cry of existence came along, as well. Something underlining the malice and discontent that thrived throughout his veins did a feeling like no other. It was a bit of remorse. It was feel for compassion.

It seemed as if this creature of death and destruction finally took pity upon himself. But more importantly, it seemed he finally took pity unto the lives he destroyed. But as strange enough as it arisen, it collapsed without rhyme or reason. And with that very same spark of unexplainable disturbance, a new brew of anguish took form. Like a raging storm, the crushing waves of hatred and all its wrath rose above and overcame the sole man.

Soon, he was about to be awake.

Soon, he was to be reborn.

((Aaaaargh... I don't know how long this guy has been here, since I wasn't paying attention, so I don't know if he's worth a welcoming party.))

As I wandered about with a shifty glance, I suddenly heard a voice above the ordinary hustle and bustle within the complex. Mundane at first; it eventually broke out in its own distinguished way. "Huh?" Immediately, I cocked my head above; peering over to a woman and a man. She seemed innocent enough, but instinct knows not to trust on first appearances. "So...she must be Syx, then...? Very well..."

Approaching with the utmost caution, I began to head over; hands to my side and ready to reach for my shotgun at any instigation. "My name is Sun Kang. I seek the assistance of yourself for I am in search of what all beings on this ship are looking for. However, my reasons are not for grandeur or power--I seek not those materialistic things. Instead, I wish for the self-satisfaction of knowing that this artifact is real. Believe it or not, that is the truth." My words left my tongue; cutting through the air like a sharpened blade. I had no means of making small talk, let alone ideas of buttering up anyone to gain personal preferrence.