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((I thought Amati's a wolf. O.O))

Just as Kin raised his hand to wave, a winged being came down across in between them as to introduce herslf, brooding interest within his senses as how he caem to meet so many supernaturals, and even purifiers, in a single night, "My my..." he scratched his head as he smiled, "You're the third angelic being I've met in my life, and the second one this night. My name's Kin. Kin Raws. It's great to see another purifier, though I AM getting more agitated as we're looking for a defender instead, rather more challenging bunnies to hunt than those jellybags. Since we are traveling in packs as you presume, would you like to join us?" He stretched out his hand to the girl not so far away, not even caring to be careful with the other stranger that seemed to be pouncing at him at any moment.

Firesteel activated its glider, with a running jump, it sprang from rooftop to rooftop seeking higher altitudes for carrying it. Upon reaching his targeted goal of a skyscraper, it followed a cab, guessing which one it could have been.

Upon seeing the vehicle stop before the barricades, Firesteel observed as it descended, That's the one.... It flew overhead of Iori, maintaining several hundred feet of distance before landing about one hundred feet away from Iori.

Carefully Firesteel tried to catch up to him, keeping a distance of forty feet but ensuring Iori would see the droid in his outfit.

((Pen! You never sent me the link. Hurry because my inbox is almost full xp ))

"When are we getting out of here? I feel like a sardine,stuck in a can, and the only means of escape are by being consumed by someone." Nendir twisted his hair into a bun so the water that still lingered in it wouldn't dampen his clothing. He looked around the room for a second and realized Izzy wasn't there, and jokingly he pointed to the fish in Ryns hand and asked if he had got a little too hungry.


He grabbed his blade and it's holder, strapping it onto his back because it would be less likely to fall when they took to the skies. "Have we decided then? I remember hearing something about Vancouver or British Columbia, I forgot, I was completely out of it last night, but this morning seems to be singing a different tune."

He took a seat on the bed he'd slept in, grabbing a room temperature sandwich and eating until his stomach felt like it would burst, he didn't know when they would get the next chance to actually sit and enjoy a meal, let alone be in a clean environment, that was why it was crucial for him to take a shower as soon as he'd awakened.

"How much longer until we leave?" He asked, finishing off the sandwich in just a few bites and washing it down with a warm bottle of water that he had accidental slept on top of.

(I have to decide which PM's to save. I don't like deleteing them all. stare ))

Chaos....sheer chaos had hit Montreal.

Corpses lay everywhere. However, this didn't overly distrub Edger, he had a plan now. If this was like the attack on his hometown, the enemy would try to reserrect these beings as minions. ger could ow stop that. Tediously he ran from corspe to corpse, ablasting of necroblasts as he went, bending over and whispering "Retrouve," returning the fresh bodies to a zombie like state. Ounce the magic ran out, at least there souls would be free.

However it was getting harder and harder, even as his reenforcements grew larger. It seemed as if the enemy had an unlimmited supply of troups. Edger was begging to enter a state of desperatenss...how much ongr could this really go on? Allowing his fighters to stall, Edger ran into a nearby building that hadn't beenhit yet, quickly running up the stairs to reach the top.

As he heaved for breath at the top, he focused to scream a spell, "Morta Vise!" A black energy whisped out from the eye sockets of his staff and soared high into the air. As they shifted, they formed the emblem of a skull. Edger sighed, "There, that can be seen from at least 100 miles away, someone will see it." And that's when a fireball hit Edger in the back and flung him over the edge of the skyscraper...

OOC:Mwah hahahahah, fear my suspence, FEAR IT!!!!! xd

The room rumbled with the shuffling of papers and the low roar of voices. A man's hand slammed into the table and the room instantly went silent. It was the Joint Cheif Commander Darren, a man weathered by age and war. He looked sternly at his frozen soldiers, making sure all of them were listening, before he began his inquiry.

"What's the current situation?" he grumbled, his loud voice carrying across the great expanse of the room.

"The White House has been completely obliterated. We don't know the current cause of it, but the higher ups have released to the media that it was a terrorist attack," one of his subordinates answered quickly. The cheif's eyes scrunched together, and he glared angrily at the table,

"Idiots," he whispered beneath his breath. "What happened to the White House?" The rumble of voice started up again and it seemed that many were hesitent to answer.

"I-It was attacked by roots, Commander Darren," one finally said, his folder shaking in his hands. The man's eye twitch in aggitation.

"What?" he seethed, apparently angry. A sudden onslaught of voices suddenly burst through and pictures were thrown down before him. They were all pictures of vines and roots, bursting from the ground, covering the White House, and crumpling it to the ground. They even retreated back into the ground. All the while voices shouted across the table. Some saying, "I saw it!" some saying, "I was there!" while the rest were completely content saying, "Me too! Me too!" His hand thundered down onto the table, and the room fell into silence again. His hand shook as he stared calmly at the satellite photos, fear beginning to dawn in his eyes.

No wonder, those damn Politicans, are saying it's a terrorist attack, he growled quietly. He remained silent and a low buzz filled the room.

"Commander?" one said worriedly.

"Get a team together," he ordered quietly. "Survey the area and begin your investigations." His fist shook in frustration. What else was he suppose to do? It seemed almost supernatural. "I'll go inform the media that we've begun our investigations. It should put the people to rest for now."

"Sir," a voice called politely. All attention turned to a single soldier with a remote in his hand. "It's already been done." There on the tv was a reporter with pictures of the disaster.

"Just in! The White House has been crushed, Ladies and Gentlemen. And, the condition of the president and his family is unknown. While the cause remains a mystery. Officials have stated that it was a terrorist attack, but onlookers have seen-" The televsion cut off with a push of a button, and the commander's hand wrenched the remote in his hand.

"Get started."

Observing his diversion from above, Firesteel silently followed over head. Subject demonstrates capacity for logical diversions, was its note before filing it into its harddrive.

Selections of Execution

A. Blue Jay Impalement

B. Snipe

C. Continue observations

Firesteel calculated its risks and selected the third choice.

Ohjiro got up from his chair and headed for the door. He was completely unaware of what was going on in the city. He'd seen several faces enter and exit the bar but nothing out of the ordinary. He needed to head home to get some sleep. Standing up then pushing in the stool he was sitting on he started walking across the floor. Ohjiro grabbed ahold of the door knob turning it counterclockwise then exited the building. He started heading home taking the same path he had used to get there.

(I think this will be my last post in the Roleplay. At first I was typing up three plus paragraph responses with some enthusiasm but now I really don't care about the roleplay cause my character just gets ignored).