[center][h1][color=forestgreen]Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet[/color][/h1][/center]

A fourth stranger came up, young, sprightly, and looking incongrous with the recent disaster area. The sort she'd expect to be just getting out of the shelters and heading home or to the stores, not scoping out some people near the battle. Unless she was one of those thrill junkies who chased news stories, but she seemed so young for it-

She had her arm around Yeshua's shoulder and spoke softly, almost jovial in how close she acted till she dropped the flagrant allusions to her- [i]their[/i]- identities. That would explain why the drowsy girl was more annoyed then anything else at a building falling on her, though she had no way to judge if the other was really a GMG.

[color=forestgreen]"You know, I don't go to school, heck, I don't even have a home. So I'm real curious how you got my name there, Tomoko-chan, or why you'd assert we could be GMGs. They are, you know, giants, after all. The only ones who'd know otherwise would have to be the GMGs themselves, am I right?"[/color] The avian pressed, the wind brushed around the gathered huddle to muddle their words to outside eavesdroppers. It wasn't overt enough to really claim she controlled the wind, not a hair blown out of place on any of them, but it was a subtle nod for Tomoko to answer correctly here. [color=forestgreen]"That kind of talk is real dangerous for people with plenty to lose."[/color]