[u][i][b]Vata[/b][/i][/u]

Upon a second more thorough glance, the man unconscious on the ground was not the triplet of the first two. He lay where Alex had set him, near the fire for warmth, a stone for a pillow. Neither seemed to be doing the unconscious man much good. He was pale, his face thin and haggard like one who was famished and weary. He showed no signs of waking, but did groan and shift once and awhile where he lay.

Alex, the one that Vata only just met, is the one who answered. “This man I found here, lying in the snow. He is in poor shape but he is still alive.” He turned away from the man, there was nothing Alex could do for him at this point. He was a warrior prince, not a healer. “May Xela give him the strength.”

“We appear the same because… Well… Xavier is a copy of me.” Alex explained with a casual air. On his home-world such a power was not unheard of. Alex did not know how far from home he was.

“You see, I am Prince Alexavier Xelanar, Reiva Xela.” He spoke this with a finality. As if it would explain everything. He assumed that Vata, like everyone else on his home-world, knew of him and his powers.

[u][i][b]Johnathan, Karnage, & Gemma[/b][/i][/u]

Zesiro watched Twain wander off, complacent, and uncaring. “Let's uh… Go this way I guess?” He began to walk, he clipped his radio to his vest pocket, then unclipped  his firearm from this side of his pack. With a few clicks and a snap he unfolded the [url=http://static1.squarespace.com/static/5159cc22e4b0ffd38a3c8ba3/t/53929a59e4b030c2a85cc6de/1402116741709/]short rifle.[/url]

The cold landscape was quiet. Too quiet. It wasn’t long before they began to cross over shattered stones, tongues of fire that should have snuffed themselves out hours ago, and of course the dead…

Zesiro turned his head as the silence was disturbed by a gruesome [i]crack[/i] Unfortunately, Zesiro knew exactly what that sound was.

Breaking bones.

He brought up the rifle and took a step toward the sound. He saw two figures. One was a man, he had just finished twisting the arm of a dead body, breaking the joint and cracking the bone.

Then a… a… [i]something else[/i] larger than a man, and much uglier, approached the body and hefted it into the air. The body was a rag doll to this man-beast.

“What the fuck!?”

Zesiro wanted to shoot the bastard, but, MERCY protocol required him to ask questions first… And as the senior member of MERCY he would have to take point on this one. He stepped so that he was in ahead of Gemma, and hoped she had practiced enough with her pistol...

“HOLD IT!” He called out, he aimed the rifle at the big ugly one. “Drop that fucking body!” His pubescent voice cracked as he spoke, he coughed and forced his voice to drop down to a reasonable manly timbre. “I won’t shoot if you cooperate… If you... [i]can[/i]… understand me… put her [i]down [/i]and put your hands [i]up[/i]!”

[u][i][b]Will[/b][/i][/u]

Dzel listened politely, but the more he spoke the less she understood. He named many places she had never heard of, and cities with a [i]million[/i] people? She couldn’t imagine it… and [i]4 billion[i] dead? It was a wonder to her that there were so many people…

“How very tragic.” She concluded that Will was from a place very distant and different from her own. There was strife in her home, true, but not such as he described.

“Yes… There are no forests nearby. I must have traveled very far.” She commented as he spoke.

She shook her head as he listed the continents. 

“Perhaps we are in a different world. I am [i]nearly[/i] certain that this is not the Fey Realm, and I always wondered if there was not a world beyond that one.”

“My only question is if we have a common purpose. We do not have a common origin nor common knowledge, yet, it is plain to see a great injustice has been accomplished here.” She turned her head toward the altar where the young girl lay. “In Avalon, it is my duty as a knight to right such wrongs. This may not be Britain, but I am still honor bound to do what good I can here.

She was quiet for a moment, she was unaccustomed to making such speeches. She felt much more comfortable with action than with word. She continued. “Your companions are missing. We should seek them out, and if any of them have survived this, and see if they know more than ourselves of what has happened.”

When Will gave Dzel the gun, she first took hold of it by the barrel, assuming that the longer part was the handle, treating it like a blunt axe. 

When Will corrected her, she curled her finger around the trigger with a sense of foreboding. The strange cold metal in her hands made her uncomfortable.

She thanked him for tending her wounds. She was grateful to have met a healer.

[u][i][b]
Will, Herbert, Dimitri, Ryann[/b][/i][/u]

She let Will take lead greeting the strangers. They were not one of his old company, that much was certain. She kept her hand on the [i]gun[/i] but did not point it at them as he had taught her, not yet, she would wait for his signal. They needed to determine if these strangers were honorable or villainous. 

There were two men, a woman. The woman had wings. Dzel wondered if she was a fairy or not.

There was, upon one man's shoulder, a skeleton that moved on its own. To her, it seemed to take the shape of a small dragon. Claws and wings, but its maw held no teeth like a baby dragon would. She studied it briefly, but her eyes did not linger upon it over-long, it was a creature of magic and she would respect it.