[@Konan375][@Viridity][@Arty Fox]

Twain smiled wider and wider with each name Charles gave him. Twain liked his ego stroked. Twain decided he liked the new guy. He was straightforward, covered all the bases, locked down all the information quickly, efficiently, without a fuss, and without any drudgery what so ever!

"I'm Gemma." Gemma waved from her corner. "I used to be the new guy. I'm an Physicist." She smiled wistfully, then threw up. "Sorry... I'm very sensitive to the energy up here... I find it overwhelming... That is the other reason I am here. My talent. I can sense radiation and... Stuff..." She threw up again.

"Zesiro..." He frowned, Gemma had thrown up on his boots. "...Communications."

"I am Alexavier Xelanar, Reiva Xela, Royal Holy High Prince of Xela Reiva." One finely dressed gentleman, whom had been very quiet, asserted himself now. His chin held high. 

"He's... Not one of us." Twain explained quickly. "We found him here. Like Vata over there... and Like you guys too, I guess." He considered Vata, Alexavier, and XIII. "And none of you remember how the hell you got here? Shit."

"Who's Johnathan?" Gemma asked. She was queasy, but still attentive.  

"Johnathan? I dunno who that is." He admited.

"It's one of the guys we found." Zesiro explained. 

"Huh. He Went after the dragon? How did that go?"

"I didn't stick around to watch." Zesiro said dryly. 

[@The Bearded One]

It wasn't going well.

The dragon was struck again by the pain. She would have her revenge. She burned past the ice with her breath and tore into the mountain. She ripped apart the stone itself. Sending snow and rock tumbling down the cliff side. 

Gravity would do the rest of the work.

Whatever the avalanche didn't bury she would burn with her breath. She would sit on the mountain and wait. Watching with her keen eyes for the little men who dared crawl out of the snow. She would be waiting. She would be waiting for the little man with the little weapon.