The Red Wheel

[Lin-Sat]

i do not like the quesrios that the media asked mr futsu. they must all die. i stand up and walmkd on staef. i push mr futsu out of the way. your questions are not welocme'l;=3i hold out my arms and suick out the souls of the media peoploe. ah, qwhat refre4shgn power.;' i step down, stepping on the dead biodies of the media peop/,.d. this meeting is over i teleport to my home feeling much stronger. futujs is left on stage.

[Virgil- The Prophet]

"Ha ha," Virgil sets up the player and loads the disk Trish hands him before dropping onto the red counch, remote in hand. "I like this one. It's so sad with his wife and everything." He clicks the moive on, the player humming gently as it read the disk, "That and they cut people's heads off, which I enjoy greatly."

[TheWyrm]

I see Antero teleport in. A sense of releif overcomes Sasha and I.

"Yes, this is Antero Black. Antero, this is Kaieka."

I push my glasses up on my nose, still a little nervous. Sasha looks happier now.

[Antero Black]

"Hello Kaieka...I am the way the truth and the light."
I laugh at this.

I watch as Lin-sat sucks the souls out of the media people. How fantastic.

"When is the real action going to start?"

[Trish]

Trish turns off the lights in the apartment before going to the couch and sitting down next to Virgil. She only really likes watching movies in the dark.

"Yes, getting power from slicing your enemies' heads off their bodies, it is a wonderful concept. And I think that Sean Connery guy is pretty sexy. I like his accent."

It felt good to just sit and relax. It was as if the last seven years had never happened at all. She had just taken a nap and had woken up to find her life just as it always had been. She liked her life.

[Mr. Futsu]

That was a little heavy-handed... I look to Violet who seems horrified at Lin Sat's latest action. I step off stage and approach her.

"So, you think this is our cue to exit?"

[Kaieka]

"My, my... Aren't you feeling a little big for your britches."

I somehow cannot see how Antero and Wyrm could be friends. They are so polar opposite from one another.

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

I watch as the souls are stolen by Lin-Sat, and I sling my rifle over my shoulder. The security here is pretty lax, especially now that Lin-Sat is gone, now's the perfect time.

I walk off of the rafters, and back into the upper balcony. I find my way onto the roof, and aim down near the entrance of the building, blending into the sky with my camoflauge ability.

[Sasha Kropotkin]

((OOC: I have to go for the evening, but we shall pick this up tommorow. Sorry Kaieka.))

[Grove]

Grove grits his teeth, but at her touch, he calms. His hands relax, his expression changes back to his calm self, though he is not wearing his smile. He takes his right arm and brings it around her, pulling her closer.
Slowly he tilts his head back and whispers something in a tounge that Roane does not understand. In fact, it was difficult to tell whether or not it was the wind blowing through the trees or not. Suddenly the ground starts to tremble, the grass grows all around them, spreading into the crater of the ruined building. Flowers grow twice their normal size.
Grove reaches his free hand to the sky, fingers out streched. He closes his eyes, concentrating hard, suddenly closing his fist. A tremor is sent through the Earth as Grove looks down at Roane, smiling once again.
"Mother is sending us a gift."
The Earth where the building once stood rips apart, cracks spreading along the ground as a golden brown form snakes its way up, and up, taking the form of a curving trunk. It reaches over a hundred feet into the sky before it starts sprouting leaves. The leaves popping out from every branch, a shade of bright green accentuated by the sun passing through, revealing the veins in them as a golden color.
The tree finally stops growing, now over 200 feet tall, its huge branches streaching out far beyond its visible roots, which now cover the entire area. The ground that was subjugated to the growth of the tree slowly turns green as plants take root and thrive off the tree's energy.
The entire area is filled with a light mist, silver droplets of it condencing on the leaves, and falling ever so slowly to the ground, where plants spring up almost immediatly.
Grove motions his hand toward the tree and Roane looks in the direction to see a small hole in the trunk near the base. Or at least it looked small from their point of view, but it was actually a 9 foot opening serving as a door.
"This is where I will stay and wait for Jyin. Others can stay here as well. The Green Party's members are welcome here. I just do not hope that they think i destroyed thier cabin..."
Grove scratches the back of his head embarrasingly.

[Virgil- The Prophet]

Virgil pulls the blanket off the back of the couch, throwing it around himself and Trish. "Ya, Sean is hot. I think it's the beard and the voice. Maybe I should try a accent and a beard. What do you think?"

[Roane]

As the tree grew she had been frightened and held tightly to Grove. But now seeing the tree in its splendor and everything her jaw drops open. She looks to Grove and it turns into a smile. His tree was actually a home!! She was so happy that he had done this she, not caring at the moment leaned up and kissed him again. She lingered for a moment and pulled away.

After they see this miricle i doubt they will get ill about the cabin. And i doubt they would think you did it. All you would have to do is show them who you are and they will believe.

Grove it is so beautiful. You say you will stay here and they are welcome....what of dark faries?

She smirked and winked at him.

[Trish]

Trish laughs and reaches up a hand to grab Virgil's chin.

"Accent, yes. Beard, no. You have such a pretty face, why cover it up with hair. Besides, what if I should want to kiss you? I am sure that a beard would be prickly and uncomfortable."

She lets go of his face and watches the movie. The main character is kicked out of his clan's village when he doesn't die from a mortal wound. Trish leans her head on Virgil's shoulder, against the red material of his suit.

[Virgil- The Prophet]

Virgil leans his head against Trish's, scutting a little close, bringing the blanket up to his chin. "I suppose your right. I do like the accent though. Maybe I'll give that a shot."

[Grove]

"Haha. Why of course they are welcome as well."
He leaned closer and kissed her on the forhead.
"You especially."