[h3][center][color=DarkOrchid][U]Jin "Sin" Baal[/U][/color][/center][/h3]

On that note, Jin began traveling towards the lake. Distance between Jin's cabin and the lake wasn't incredible. Though it was far enough one location couldn't be spotted from the other. Sun was closing in on setting, daylight would end soon-ish. Jin didn't really talk or answer Jinx' question until they arrived. "[color=DarkOrchid]I found this place, obviously abandoned, several years ago. Six or seven to be exact.[/color]" Taking a step into the lake, buckets used to gather water. "[color=DarkOrchid]Oh, didn't forget or anything. No worries on the clothes. I'll find something for ya for until we can wash those.[/color]" If one didn't notice already, the clothing would need to be washed by hand. The marvel known as indoor plumbing and electricity, or steam powered technology, were far from being obtained in someplace like Jin's home. Though personally, Jin didn't mind that at all.

[h3][center][color=00FFFF][U]Lance Eisert[/U][/color][/center][/h3]

Day would soon end. The sun was setting slowly, yet surely. Lance remembered how long it had been since he'd even though about his age. It was a while, to say the least. "[color=00FFFF]I'm twenty-six. I turn twenty-seven mid winter.[/color]" Mind pondered on the vulnerabilities invoked by revealing his talent to her. Though figured she'd already witness it in action, so it wouldn't hurt to explain further. "[color=00FFFF]Creation of metal is far more tiresome than my ability to freely manipulate it. Though I only hold control over the metal which I have made. Which is why I carry so much of it.[/color]" Lance paused, taking a moment to think of how to word his next sentences properly. "[color=00FFFF]Your attack was not blocked by armor, so to speak. I willed my Bastard swords handle to break from the blade, shift into a disc or mini-shield, then come to my aid and intercept your dagger. Also, do you notice something different than before?[/color]" If Isla had not already noticed the wind-chime type sound no longer existed as he walked. The sound which originally came from the metal rods which once dangled from his bag. "[color=00FFFF]Those metal rods which made that percussion sound as I walked, no longer rest under my bag, now they exist in the form of a staff and in my hand.[/color]" Taking his staff, Lance sees a nearby rock and hits it against it. The action caused the metal-staff to emit a vibration-echo type sound. "[color=00FFFF]Does that make sense? Are there anymore questions which you'd like to ask? I'd ask you some questions, but I'm afraid i'm lacking in questions to ask at the moment.[/color]"