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"Could he be any louder?" she thought sarcastically, rolling her eyes. It wasn't even in a language that she recognized. Well, actually, it'd be languages. It didn't seem to be in one single tongue. Well, either way, it was very, very loud. What was he thinking anyway? She had never heard Hybrid so...aggrivated! Usually he just kept it all to himself, but now... What happened to him?

Her question was answered with the next few statements which were in english and still rather loud. So...she was right. This confirmed her thoughts. There was a way to move backwards through the 'shadow'. To go back to where they used to be. Their original home.

As the talking stopped, she leaned forward in her chair, placing the papers onto the table. Might as well share the information.

"Look here," she said, "Zaniah found these papers on a desk when we were fighting. It says something about moving through the 'Shadow' and 'returning the Shadowkind to their plane of origin.' She tilted her head towards the direction where Hybrid was.

"And what he just said may have confirmed what I'm thinking. There's a way for us to return to where we came from. From our original world." She glanced at them. First at Z'kort, then Arkus, then Zaniah. This was a huge revelation. She wondered what their reactions would be like...

There it was, so THAT's what had been on the paper. The drow was hardly fazed though. She would have loved to go back had she not left in the first place. It would not be looked upon very kindly... not at all...
She would probably be killed on sight if she ever tried to return, killed on charge of treason.

Yes, she liked it much better here, where her skills could be put to use in a way that profited her well. Some of the priestess' of her race had been able to open dimensional gates to the other planes, so it wasn't much news to Zaniah that there were a few people here that could. What DID surprise her that the knowledge of other planes was so little here, in fact, she wasn't quite sure WHAT the planes were, except that this place she was now was one of them.

"Not home anymore.. I won't be going back..." Too much to be found profitable in this world anyways, the ever practical drow thought with practicality.

Na'fiel pondered the thought for a moment. Would she want to go back? Did she want to return to the waters which she was so familliar with? The world that she had left behind? But...hadn't she always complained that the world was so boring?

It was an odd feeling. She missed the feel of the salty ocean depths. She missed gliding through the waters like a bird would in air. But...something tugged at her to stay. Something...she didn't even know what. Maybe it was the fact that this was so much less mundane... Maybe.

Whatever it was, she trusted in it completely.

"I'd like to stay too," she said, "Seems like my life here's a lot more...interesting." She chuckled quietly. Indeed...much more interesting. Well, that was it. They'd made their decision to stay and that was the end of it. It was a bit odd that none of them wanted to return, but maybe it was other factors that prevented them from returning. Maybe it was something...else...

She shrugged. Either way, it didn't matter. She wouldn't be going home. The mermaid didn't even have a family. Perhaps, someday, she would go and visit the ocean in this world. She would swim in its clear waters and feel the warmth of the sandy beach. Maybe...someday...

Arkus raised an eyebrow. "Weapons?" He wondered exactly what he was talking about. "... What are these weapons that you speak of?" He asked Hybrid, wondering when, where and how he had suddenly come up with weapons for them. However, it wasn't really his business how, why, when and where, but just what they were.

Really, he hadn't felt much loss when they, they being the police, had taken his brass and spiked knuckles away from him, due to the fact that he hardly used them, and hardly needed them.

"And Hybrid." Arkus leaned forward on his chair, almost looking hunched over. "I'm wondering what these weapons are." He really had no idea what they were. In his homeland, Minotaurs fought with many weapons other than just their bare hands. Axes, greatswords, anything that took two hands to wield, nearly, and sometimes his people used dual weapons, such as katars. Some were even mighty enough to use two greatswords at once.

Arkus wasn't too sure about his strength. He had never really relied on a weapon before and didn't want to make it a habit, just because he had seen what the Drow was reduced to with her precious weapons being dulled by the police.

However, Arkus had always been fascinated with the invention mankind called the gun. Though he did not find them honorable weapons, he knew there were situations in which they could be considered a necessary evil, and therefore used with little to no shame at all.

While Arkus was considered a warrior of the urban areas, he had little experience with guns save for how to fight against them. Most of the guns that the street fighters in the slums bore were of the nine millimeter caliber, and were not strong enough to penetrate deep into his tough hide. However they did some damage, and they stung to the high heavens, as he had heard some humans say, and the pain was best avoided. And so he learned how to disarm, and only a few times had he fired a shot; most times the trigger guard was too small for his finger to fit through.

"Show me these... weapons, Hybrid. You've caught my interest." Arkus said with a bullish smirk.

((Ho boy, lets see if I can fart out something at least semi-up to par...))

Five hours to do something? Z'Kort smiled, he could run a marathon in less than half that time. Too bad that if he did join a marathon at this late at night, he would probably be spotted and thrown in jail. Ahh, the sorrow he must begin to overcome at his shunning from the world as he knew it! I can be a full blown soap opera by now, he mused, still keeping his face the preppy fifty's style perfect son smile and glitter.

For a moment, Kort's carefully structured expression nearly cracked into giggly, girlishness. In his mind he replayed Hybrid's, "You have been saved by me" over and over again. It was ridiculously to the point. If he hadn't saved them, wouldn't he have to find more people like them and re-educate them and re-test them and all the bullcrap they had to go through at the beginning? A total waste of time and much more profitable as a whole to have rescued them.

The second he said go, Z'Kort bounded up from his chair and sprinted to the door. He had time to take a nice long bath, say goodbye to the poor creature that was probably waiting for him at the apartment, and perhaps polish his boots a little...or at least make the creature at home do it for him.

Dashing towards the door, the elf ignored most of what their illustrious leader had to say but stopped dead at the threshold upon hearing 'weapons.' He hadn't been able to play with anything except the dull pocket knives sold at convenience stores and the odd ripped off branch of a tree to bash things with. Anything Hybrid would provide would be sharpened and easily sliceable through happy individuals in front of the speedster.

Almost in a trance-like state, Kort gravitated towards the man standing in front of a map, nearly floating all the way there. "I like weapons..."

Hybrid looked to Z'Kort as he floated back to him. "I will show them too you all when you return. I suggest you hurry though. You won't have long to dilly-dally. I'll take care of your blades Zaniah, you don't have to worry about that." He then turns looking back at the map. He was planning something, their next assignment maybe, but what was it, that they needed new weapons for, and where was he getting all this stuff. Was he simply that rich or was there something much more.

Whatever the case there was a reason he didn't tell people about a way back to the Shadow. That was because most didn't even remember anything about their past. This had become them, and they had forgotten how to survive otherwise. Such as the drow, her vision wasn't anywhere near to par with the other drows in the Shadow. She had become Mundaned.

None of them could probably return, not even the one known as Arkus. His family would accept him back. For what none of those around the table knew, was that many had returned from the Mundane, and many had their story approved by the phoenixes that usually returned them. The entire Shadow world now held their hopes high to having their children returned, their fathers, brothers, mothers, sisters, or daughters.

Those in the Shadow realized that those in the Mundane probably were never coming back, but even the drow held it in their hearts that maybe someone that left will return to them...That was what Hybrid was hiding from many.

Nodding to their elusive leader, the drow ran a dark-skinned hand through highly contrasting hair before walking out, going through the bar and tossing a nod to an oddly passive Bartender before grabbing her helmet and jacket from behind the bar, and exiting the building.

Her bike was just where she left it, gleaming in the light as she slid the matching helmet over her head, the plexi-glass wind-shield tinted so no one could truely see who lay underneith. Strong shoulders shrugged on the black jacket, then with a deft hop, she was stradling it and off into the night zipping through traffic.

((Will post more... later..))