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[color=6ecff6][h1]Level 4-[/h1][/color]
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Word Count: [color=fff79a]521[/color]
[color=fff79a]+1 EXP[/color]
Sandswept Sky - Middle of Nowhere[/center]

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Raiden strolled along side the group at a modest pace, keeping up with their steps while also saving his stamina from being further exhausted. It started to seem like they were beginning to trek an endless hike through the deathly desert, their only source of cool being a blast of momentary cool air. Keeping his composure, Raiden heard the voice of the small impish woman. [color=6ecff6]"Raiden. Good to put a name to your face."[/color] He said nodding as she explained the world they now found themselves in.

He turned his attention to the ball of light he had previously assumed was simply the sun, but now looking at it, noticed many issues with this belief. [color=6ecff6]"That explains all the little sombrero folk back at town..."[/color] He said, now clearly able to think for himself. [color=6ecff6]"Is this guy really this strong that he was able to influence my free will? Hah, and I thought America was good at doing that."[/color] He joked to himself as he strode.

[color=6ecff6]"So we have nine of... things... like that left in the world? God, I think I'll be due a cold, stiff drink after all that."[/color] He took a minute of silence to consider his options. Should he join this ragtag team of heroes? Or should he return to town to further search for purpose now that he knows the nature of the world? [color=6ecff6]"Consider me included. I will be the blade that fights for justice in this world."[/color] He placed a hand on his chest as he spoke.

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The pack travelled for a while in the same direction towards what Raiden had believed was the general direction of civilization before the small engineer called for a "Moogle", which had explained that they could be rescued, but it could take an indefinite amount of time. Sighing quietly, the cyborg knew he was in for the long haul. All he could do was wait with the crew and try his best to help out.

Sectonia, the queenly bee Raiden had met earlier had mentioned the creation of a temporary campsite. [color=6ecff6]"I ain't got much for building, food, or supplies, but if anyone needs to charge anything I can spare some electricity."[/color] He offered to the crew before watching as Sectonia created large magnificent structures of crystals to serve as a temporary home base. She than suggested to him that introductions were finally in order.

[color=6ecff6]"Right. My name is Raiden. I [i]was[/i] a government mercenary, but that road's been past me for a better year or two now."[/color] He gently took off, folded, and sat his poncho down onto the sand, placing his sombrero on top. [color=6ecff6]"I'm already acquainted with the Queen Sectonia, as you saw from the assistance she lent me in our combination attack, however many of you are unfamiliar faces to me."[/color] He planted himself neatly next to his Mexican attire as he adjusted the bandage covering his eye to be better snug in place.

[color=6ecff6]"I wish to join your ranks. No human, monster, or cyborg should have to be a puppet. I've felt this feeling before, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone else."[/color]

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