Welcome to Gaia! ::

Wraith walked along the narrow avenue, eyeing the shabby storefronts that loomed over the two of them; encroaching shadows that lined the paved stone walkway.

Wraith turned to the LOTUS recruit he had brought with him as the path spilled out into a noisy English crowd populated by people shabbier than the storefronts of just a moment ago.

"Hmm. Well, this is where we should meet Henrick and our new recruits. From what I understand," Wraith frowned as he shuffled through the sheafs of paper in his hands, "We seem to have some surly females and a clumsy Irishman joining our ranks."

The recruit looked bewildered at hearing the regularly excruciatingly polite Wraith referring to anyone- especially their new members!- in this way. Wraith sighed at the young man's look.

"It's been quite the day. That unfortunate incident back at the league with Shee and the hair dye put us way behind schedule, not to mention that customs agent attacking you- granted, that was your fault. Which all just adds up to us being ridiculously late."

Pushing through the crowd, Wraith and his companion managed to attract quite a number of strange looks. Of course, Wraith thought, his dark skin and obviously out of place clothing didn't help. His recruit, however, managed to blend in quite nicely. So nicely in fact, that Wraith lost him in a few minutes. After finding him conversing with a wizened old woman, Wraith grabbed his arm and pulled him back in the direction they had originally been going. Whispers of "Lotus" were slowly starting to ripple through the crowd that was now parting to let them pass with ease.

The recruit excitedly pointed to Wraith's left: there stood a crusty, aged man, slouched against a wall and looking up at the sky. Wraith strode up to Henrick and pulled a snowy lotus blossom from his coat. He offered it to the old man, and began to open his mouth to introduce the two of them. The panicked look on the man's face stopped him, and Wraith's eyes followed as the old man jerked his head to the sky where a sleek jet was fading into the cloudy skies.

Wraith slowly turned his gaze onto the young recruit beside him. He eyes began to smoulder, almost as if tiny sparks had been lit in them. The recruit quickly scrambled to hide behind the old man. Experience had taught him that pride was better forgotten in situations like these.

{{ Just a note: Morpheus is a bit busy, so I'll be taking control of Neimh for a while. I promise I'll be good. xD }}

Neimh eyes narrowed as she looked at the smoky black clouds forming in front of them. This was not good. She was going to have to land the plane. Knowing full well that Janus was going to exact some sort of punishment for this, she pulled hard on the controller, which caused the jet to jerk about a bit. She could always blame it on Cailean, and besides, seeing the look that was sure to be on that blonde's face was worth it.