The cafeteria had gotten too crowded, too many people, too many personalities, too many powers. No, even Liaison was cleaner than this, the man who couldn't be touched allowed only sixteen at max in his little game. Whoever was orchestrating this may have used the blueprint for the architecture, but didn't follow the same plan for organization. He hated praising that man for anything. But he had too, he ran a clean game by all appearances, and this - well, this wasn't a clean game. When the gunshot rang off, and the powers flared up, Alphonse took it as his sign to vacate the premises. These people were, for all intents and purposes, unwise to the game being played here. Sadly, even his own teammate, one named Worren, wasn't immune to this. It seemed the Combustion Maven, Terra, was amused but that didn't translate to a political game. Scarlet scarf laid flat along the back of his robe, Geoffrey and Geovanni scabbarded at his right and left, the man known as Dessembrae, rose and headed out behind the wall of angered competitors. Head hidden beneath the large hat, he said not a word to anyone as he passed them, including a new arrived pair of teammates - the String Trapper and the masked thing. Both were the brains. His path of quiet steps took him through the lobby, and past a multitude of man, women, and otherwise gendered creatures from all multiverses. He moved with a certain grace, almost as if gliding by each person to avoid a confrontation. Looming before him were the teleportation chambers, sophisticated pieces of technology that Alphonse would never understand. He knew their function, and that they could be controlled via user interface. The eyes of The Warrior closed, and the Lobby was left behind. --- The process of interdimensional and time travelling involved the deconstruction and reconstruction of a person(s), and their reconstitution at their destination. In Alphonse's case, his reconstitution took place in a lush forest area. Tall trees of mahogany, ironwood, bloodwood, and others were vibrant and full of life. Animals crossed along the ground, soared the sky above the sparcely interrupted canopy, and swung from branch to branch. Life here was rich. He could feel the ambient Chi of the area flowing almost uninterrupted. This was a place of meditation, a solitude, of reflection. He walked a mile or so, slipping around vines, under tilted trees, and avoiding other things. He didn't want to disrupt the natural beauty of the area. Alphonse eventually came upon the closest thing the area had to a clearing, but that wasn't saying much. With extra care and caution, he placed himself on the ground - hat to his left, swords to his right. His robe was shrugged off his upper body, revealing his battle scarred, fit body to the elements surrounding him. Deep breath. Calming. Deep breath. Release. Deep breath. His body tingled as he felt the Chi of his body mingle with the natural Chi of the world. In some respects, he could sense everything happening with the world of this Chi. In others, it was powerful, the most powerful thing he'd ever felt, and he had seen the likes of Existence being manipulated by whim at the hands of a now deceased Paradii. Situated around him, at distances between five and twenty feet, were the electic mix of aformentioned trees. Bloodwood was among his favorite, as it was as hard as steel, making it a hard tree to cut down. Peace surrounded him, dancing with his chi and that of nature. Bliss.