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Alastor turned to one of the girls in the car, who was wearing a red top and black jeans. He smiled ever so slightly, lifting up his helmet slightly so you could see more of his face. He spoke in a rather dark tone, and asked, "Well then, what's your name? I don't suppose you know what's going on, eh?"

"Well Arien, good to meet you. My name is Alastor." He said, leaning back in the chair and spinning his small handgun around in his fingers. He started to humm a little, getting bored of all this waiting and with no answers to his questions.

((Alright, I know. It's boring. I need more people though. I can't deal with an rp of two.))

((Yea, I'm hanging around :3 and I hope more people will join this. I guess they're just afraid of the wall of text.))

[Yeah, hi. I'm joining. Hope you don't mind. My profile's in the profile place xD]

Short legs kicked absently at the plush seat of the vehicle, while Hewitt stared at the seat in front of him. His brow was creased in a frown, trying to figure out what was happening. He hadn't escaped from the laboratory in order to be kidnapped; though he wasn't sure if this could be warranted as kidnapping since he had gotten in the vehicle willingly. Stealing a glance at the two other passengers who were talking, Hewitt scowled. That spiky haired one didn't look too intelligent.

ooc; Don't take that thing about Alastor seriously, Mithos. That's just Hewitt. He has a problem with judging people.

At this point, Orpheus suddenly dropped altitude by about 300 metres, to a darker and less occupied region, and sped up dramatically. The passengers were pressed heavily back into their seats as he accelerated.

They continued at this breakneck speed for several minutes, thrown around as Orpheus sharply avoided the megalithic buildings, then just as suddenly, he brought the speeder up again and slowed down to a more civilised pace. Moments later, they neatly slipped into a hangar bay in one of the buildings.

Vaulting out of the speeder, Orpheus grinned and gave an ironic little bow. "Welcome to the Tower, my lieges."

-- The hangar you are standing in is a large, open space. Speeders are ranked three deep along one side, and behind them, nearer the wall, SRARs (the motorbike-equivalent ones) are supported in racks. Shelves against the wall house boards. There are doors to one lift (er... or elevator, as I think they are known in the US) in the wall opposite the opening you just came through. The lighting is dim, coming from blue light-strips set in the floor. --

Hewitt clambered out of the vehicle, silently cursing his small body that cause him to be clumsy and awkward. His glanced around the hangar quickly, face bare of any emotions. He arched an eyebrow at the spiky-haired-guy's antics with the gun, but listened for an answer to the question all the same. He had been wondering the same thing.

Several more decades of life? That was an advantage at least, whatever else this might be about. Hewitt stored the rest of the information, especially the bit about their location. It might come in handy, though if they were to be taken care of, they would probably not be limited in their information any longer.

The eyebrow was arched again at the question about religion. Hewitt had his own beliefs, though all evidence in his computer-like mind told him not to believe it. He had seen things that people did in the name of science, and spat at it. Something a bit more sacred called to his attention. Perhaps it would be best not to answer just yet; to find out what would happen if he said yes.

"Why do you ask?"