Welcome to Gaia! ::

He took in a deep breath, held it and gray eyes searching, again couldn't help but scan the area around him. Maybe this time he would spot the feather on an off chance? Tugging slightly on Lorika's hand as he turned to look behind him, he was obviously distressed about loosing it, "Well, I have already been searching for some time now. I would rather speak to Feline about it. It would be a different matter if I misplaced it somewhere indoors."

But this was embarrassing he hadn't kept better track of a feather. Hoping to get off the subject, he started again with, "Lorika, why again do you suffer the presence of those like Harata? Are there any others here with us who are from the Nation?"

"I do not understand why you agree for it to be that way. I have heard many express concern for my safety ... from Harata herself too, oddly ..." He had to stop to think on that one, not at all sure how that fitted in. But he trailed off after that, at a loss for words. "I am not sure what I am trying to say."

(((Lorika, I need to fight Elana, to fit what I've set up. Would you kindly play her? Or how should I fight her?)))

Having had her hands (haha, alliteration, there, see?) free, the Sentinel covered her ears. Even despite the warning, she flinched at the sound's intensity. It was excruciating, even with her ear covered. When Harata started pushing her through the crowd, the dubbed Sentinel flexed her jaw, trying to pop her ears and stop the ringing.

There was a flood of colors around her as she grabbed onto Evelyn's arm. There was really no time for her to try to make those people believe what she barely understood. "Now isn't the time for convincing," Her Infernal Likeness told the girl, pulling her along. She knew the area of Barton well enough, even if she didn't know anything about herself or other people.

The dubbed Sentinel stored every word of the cloaked woman's directions in her mind, repeating the most important things. Docks, Wilberforth (what an odd name) Pedagree, debt to Mei Usagi... safe passage.

People in the crowd dove aside, making way for the person they thought was the true Sentinel returned. Some whirled in confusion. There was shouting everywhere.

[Sorry for the delay Grunny. O: There was a bit of an emergency with the grandparents. Someone nearly lost an eye and a finger.]

(( Just to clarify before I go - proficiencies arent attacks, they just add to your roll. So, it would be, say

[Signature Strike]

[Bladed Weapon Proficiency - Roll +1 ]


shrug, I guess it's fine to miss out the attack if it's not a special one. Just wanted to clarify that proficiency =/= attack. ))

Evelyn

Evelyn was being pulled along by the Sentinel, although rather pissed off about it. Evie was not in the mood to be pulled, and would much rather stay and help Harata, despite her current angry state at her.

The sound Harata had made almost made Evie pass out, but thankfully, her ears did what they always did when faced with something horrible beyond belief—blocked it out.

But as she was being yanked along after the Sentinel, only one thing was on her mind—the Barton Boutique. She longed for the familiarity of it. Ian and Rufus. The constant flow of people. Back before the war had torn it all to pieces. Oh, how she longed for them.

Evelyn considered saying something to the Sentinel along the lines of “Get your S.I.N.ning hands off of me” but she thought it would be too inappropriate and rude. Instead, she decided that pulling away from her would be best.

“Nel, I am sorry, but I cannot go with you. I did something horrible back on the Island, and I fear what may happen if I return.” She kept her voice even and calm, although she did not feel it.




{{I wish Bapp was on, so he could meet us at the dock. That would be nice...

And sorry about my delay. I was at guard practice...and then we stayed after and fixed flags...}}

The dubbed Sentinel frowned; it was something did quite often, of late.

"You say you've done something horrible," said Her Infernal Likeness, "yet you're standing here speaking to the person who supposedly tried to take over all of Gaia and nearly succeeded."

If anything, the dubbed Sentinel knew what he namesake had done over Halloween. It'd be ridiculous if she didn't: it had been posted in the news and there were still remnants and signs of the power struggle that had erupted throughout society.

Rather than argue, though, the dubbed Sentinel shrugged and turned away from the smug girl. "Be that as it may, it's your choice if you stay and face this. I will be at the docks, I suppose." She paused, and glanced over her shoulder at her. "Don't get yourself killed."