"This suit... it's old, but it works. In a world of the supernatural, one needs an edge when they're the definition of normalcy."

He pauses, listening intently to the happenings in the tribe. It was the same, general bustle. Agitation seemingly grabbed at some of it's citizens, the farming section in particular, but the man knew he would soon have the answers why. 

A crowd was forming.

[color=yellow]P.E.P. Inaugurated.[/color]

Another meeting, another message. Well, often it was more than one. With his Perception Enhancement Program in effect, he could sit back some 200-300 meters, watching and listening.

Which is precisely what the man did.

[color=004b80]"HEY!...yea hi everyone thanks for coming. So great to see everyone here. I mean really its almost like i see you guys everyday!"[/color]

The tribe leader -- a boy by the name of Kyle -- spoke up. With him having to speak loud, making the announcements and all, it was easy to get important info without getting too close. With P.E.P. running, it was all the more easy. 

[color=004b80]"Alright so first item on the agenda........the fire. So a giaganto fireball hit one of the buildings last night, I will explain why, but first and foremost. Mark! I know you might be a tad upset that your books were burned, and i swear we will replace them. Now because im leader you can no longer force me as punishment to make copies of books, do writing lessons, etc, etc, but......I'm sorry!"[/color]

The first announcement would generally be something light-hearted, unless in times of trouble, the man knew. Despite being young, Kyle was a rather charismatic and intelligent figurehead. He knew what to say when and why, as well as how. It was a unique gift. A powerful gift. Likely an evolutionary tactic, the man noted. He continues by introducing a new member to the tribe. Apparently someone important from a different tribe. Said woman, formerly known as Princess Ranna, went on to explain as such when she was called to stage. It was at least new for this to happen. The man would hate if this happened to him. 

Kyle sighed and straightened his back.

Finally, something noteworthy. 

He went on to explain the origins of the fireball. [i]'Apparently someone has it out for a member of the tribe.'[/i] The man thought to himself, listening and watching intently now. Though the leader remained light-hearted for the most part, there was evident amounts of unspoken messages conveyed through his speech.

"Be careful. We don't know what this person is capable of."

Another serious message made itself apparent as Kyle made a more serious expression. Of course, this one was more likely to hit hard, since the Obsidian Tribe had a habit of keeping to itself. [i]'The crops failed...'[/i] The man grins. This would be a good time to make introductions, if there ever was such a time. The rest of the meeting passed over rather quickly, and with everything established, the man had a feeling that if he was going to join the tribe at any point in time, now was a better chance than ever.

Turning away from the window of the crumbling structure, the man proceeded to make his way down the building via the stairs, which remained, surprisingly, fairly intact. Spiraling down the cuboid zig-zag, deactivating P.E.P., everything was being done as the figure made an attempt at making himself appear as harmless as possible. Of course, that wasn't quite easy with a Ionic Carbine Rifle and knife on-hand, so he set his rifle on his back using it's magnetic sling, and wielded the knife openly. He assumed the guards weren't stupid, so his approach with a knife out would likely signify his intentions.

Having studied the Obsidian Tribe awhile, this man already knew where most of the active patrols were centered, where people were likely to look, and how they roamed the area. What he wanted was to be seen, and to be taken in. That was the plan. 

As he approached where the highest concentration of guards were, he spoke up.

"Do you need help?" He asked the guards in question.