[hr][center][h2][color=f7941d]† Talana Volko ft. Tarkan †[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

Upon glancing over to the middle area of the warehouse like building and noticing the crowds slowly started gathering in front of a man, Talana carefully makes her way towards the front of the now one big group in order to get a better view of the person that looks like he's about to hold a speech.

On her way, she glances about, looking around the area at people that she considers notable in any way and trying to make mental notes and images of the ones that are easily distinguishable. A big, dark skinned man with dreadlocks who looks like he's in a totally different world, a horned Licenti, wearing quite fashionable oriental clothing and a superior demeanor, some people who aren't even paying attention to what's going on who seem to be searching for something or someone, there was also The Navigator, he's the one who sparked an interest in parkouring in Talana, which helped her greatly get around the slums or escaping certain situations, though she's not even closely as good and experienced as [b][i]The Navigator[/i][/b].

Having arrived at the desired destination, Talana's attention focuses on the man in front. [color=8882be][b]"Show's about to start Tal. Let's see if this one'll be another fiasco or something that will finally make a change."[/b][/color] [color=fdc68a][i]"Be more optimisic Tark, have a little faith in people's desperation, [b]"look"[/b] around, people are at their limits and things aren't getting any better if we just sit around and do nothing."[/i][/color] The speech is starting.

"[...]. Who here has had someone they care about mysteriously vanish!?". Hearing those words, some of Talana's more or less repressed memories resurfaced briefly, giving her some flashbacks of the day that changed her whole life. [[i]The heated discussion. The three men..prae in black. Father's words [b]- Don't worry munchkin, papa will be back later today -[/b]. The escape. The house burning"[/i]]. After a few seconds, Talana was brought back to reality due to the uproar caused by the man's question. She found herself..furious, clenching her first and breathing heavily, not even intentional. She then tried to calm down as the crowd slowly got silenced by the man's efforts, after which he continued his speech.

"Now, To the licentia here, yes, we know you are predators...", Tarkan groans heavily at that word...[b]predators[/b]. Yes, he knows the Licentias reputation. Yes, he knows "they" ARE predators...he just hates being named or even considered one, call it a racial complex. 

Talana continues, listening to the speech, which has caught her interest with every word. [color=fdc68a][i]"The way he speaks..he picks his words carefully and well, I admit I like what I'm hearing so far.[/i][/color].

Hearing about the prison, Talana couldn't but think of her father. If he was ever sent there, all those years in the past. 

After the plead for leaders, she looks around, checking peoples expressions and reactions to this request. Who considers themselves "worthy" and good enough to lead this mob into great changes. [color=8882be][b]"What do you say? Interested in becoming an esteemed leader of the rebels?"[/b][/color] [color=fdc68a][i]"Pffft, I can't even lead myself out of bed properly...nah let's wait and see who's willing to put their ass out there for them..and us"[/i][/color].

As the horned asian(???) Licenti steps forward, Talana raises her eyebrows in curiosity. [color=fdc68a][i]"Hmm, so HE's willing. Things are about to get quite interesting."[/i][/color] while she gazes intensely at Archene with a smirk on her face.