[center][h2][color=silver]Whirlwind [url=http://67.media.tumblr.com/79d4a5582b5b0c4f73cbaf6b6e6148c2/tumblr_n9wnrf0yZB1r4reg1o1_1280.jpg]*[/url][/color][/h2][/center]

   [i]Man, this buffet is great.[/i] Whirlwind thought, as he cheerfuly munched his way through his second plate of food, only pausing to quaff from his third cup of coffee. Trying to rebuild a mage clan from almost the ground up was a difficult and expensive endeavor. Loads of money was luxury that was only a dim memory for Whirlwind; he had been subsiding on Ramen and microwave meals for far too long. Besides, who would pass up a free meal? The only disappointment was the coffee. It was nasty, instant stuff, pre-ground and bought in a can, then scooped and dumped en masse into a pot of lukewarm water. No love, no passion, just a impersonal sludge of water and grounds. Bleagh.

   But, it was coffee, and Whirlwind was happy to drain his cup with a satisfied sigh. Between his scruffy appearance, and worn clothing, it could be forgiven to see him as some hobo, or a homeless person. In fact, earlier, the guards mistook him for such a person, and tried to deny him entry. It took a great amount of convincing, and even a few displays of magic to get them to let him pass. He was eyeing the buffet, considering whether or not to go for another cup of coffee when the Voice of Change began her speech. 

   The speach was short, and pretty, but seemed empty, meaningless. Whirlwind shook his head. [i]Its a little hard to be a winner when you are dead.[/i] He thought to himself. Then the Voice called upon a great magic, and with it, came flashes of feelings, and sharp pain. Outwardly, Whirlwind still had his grin, and laid back demeanor, but inwarly the words reawaked his old hurt, loneliness, and grief for what he lost. Then it was over. He collected himself quickly, but still felt a little shaken. [i]What was that?[/i] He wondered, as he inspected the shiny ring that had appeared on his hand. The Voice continued their explanation, ending on a rather cryptic note about making the power 'more personal' whatever that ment. Whirlwind decided to follow her, and find out what she ment. He would take any edge he could, and he at least wanted to know what is was, so he would not be surprised, later. 

   He wove a roundabout route backstage, with his fourth cup of coffee cluched in his hand, picked up on the way. He eventually converged with a few others, who also seemed to be curious about what the Voice had said.

[color=silver]"Good evening."[/color] He greeted them, with a nod, and his trademark grin.