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Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Amuné gasped as the boy lifted her and Ethan up and ran off with them. He was /strong/, stronger than the blacksmith back home! He certainly didn't look it, though. Wyth gave a quiet yowl and bounded after the boy. His girl was going away from trouble, and he approved, though he wasn't sure about the newcomer with the funny smell. Amuné wasn't sure about him, but he seemed to want to help, and Ethan thought it was okay, so she didn't protest. In fact, when the boy picked her up again she realized it was rather fun, travelling quickly like that. It felt a little like she imagined flying would.

When they finally were far enough that Ethan thought they'd be safe, he indicated a bag to her, saying it had food. She didn't wait for him to take it off, but slipped her hand inside and pulled out the first thing that felt like food she touched. An apple. The girl took a large bite, closing her eyes to better enjoy the taste. She wanted to gobble it down as fast as she could, but she remembered hearing something about eating too fast after a long time with nothing being bad, so she resisted. Wyth dropped the half-eaten fish he still had in his mouth and looked at his girl, wondering if she wanted some of it. "No, Wyth. You eat," she told him, scratching his head. If Ethan had food, she didn't need to eat something in that condition anymore, though earlier that day she would have fallen upon it without a second thought.

Cecil talked funny. He seemed to think he was Machina, but that didn't seem possible. No Machina looked like a person, did it? Maybe he was sick. There were illnesses that could make you hallucinate, or sometimes old people got things mixed up, but he wasn't old. But he didn't seem bad, just strange.

When the Ydran woman arrived, Amuné put Wyth between them. Her tone wasn't too friendly, nor did she seem pleased that Ethan was Magi. The child looked at the cobra fox beside the woman. It was older, and something tugged at her when she looked at its eyes, so Amuné quickly looked away. She didn't want to See anything with strangers around if she could help it. They wouldn't understand. The girl shrank away when the woman looked in her direction, moving behind Ethan. Why had she followed them? What did she want?

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Amuné abandoned the effort of recovering her meal and put the Ethan-pile between herself and the strange men as they approached. She went pale when one of them stabbed the ground before Ethan, and Wyth's fur bristled, making the large cat seem even bigger. Machina? She looked at the boy. He seemed to be Muran. Was he really a machine? She'd had limited contact with them, for her village did not have many. They were simple and rather old-fashioned there, and the Machina she'd seen looked nothing like the other child.

She gasped as Ethan swept her up, eyes widening in surprise, and then unfocusing. "Magi..." she whispered. She twisted her neck to look at his face. "You're Magi." He was Magi, just like she was, and Ydra as well. Maybe she really would be okay with him. Wyth stayed at their side, and people were quick to get out of the way of the group. Those that didn't were easily pushed aside.

And then the nice man was stopping, and turning around. Amuné was confused. The men in suits would catch them if they just stood still. What was he doing? She held tight as the wind suddenly picked up. He had the power of Kedo, the Saint of Air, just like her father. But he was using that power to toss the suited men aside? That wasn't what magic was for. The girl frowned and bit her lip. She supposed that defending yourself was okay, but her father had always said magic must never be used for evil, for it was a blessing. When Ethan set her down she looked up at him and smiled shyly, before looking around. People were scared. Magic was a bad thing now, and they were afraid of it. But Ethan had magic too, so he wouldn't be afraid of her. She decided that she'd stick with him, at least for a while.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Amuné tagged along after Ethan, still keeping a hand on her cat's back for reassurance. The sight of the market made her eyes grow huge. So many things to buy! Her attention zeroed in on the edibles displayed, and she took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment to better enjoy the smell. And she would be able to eat something. The Ydran man lead her to a stall serving fish, and the girl wasn't the only eager party. Wyth's tailtip curled in anticipation of the flaky meat he was eyeing in a calculating manner, as if figuring out the best way to liberate a morsel or two. The line seemed to take forever, and when Ethan finally made his purchase and extended the fish the girl grabbed them hastily, pulling one free of its stick to hold out to the moorcat as she took a greedy bite of the other. "Mmm..." It was simple fare, but to a starving child it was a taste of heaven. Wyth took his fish daintily, careful not to get Amuné's hand with his teeth, and gave a catty sort of smile, whiskers forward.

His ears swiveled as there was a commotion behind them, and the feline turned his head, before suddenly lunging forward and shoving his girl aside, causing her to drop her meal. "My fish!" she cried, and started to snatch it up again, only to have some strange boy hit Ethan, resulting in both of them landing atop it. Cat and girl looked down at the fallen pair, and tears welled up in Amuné's eyes. Having nothing to eat, and then being given something only to have it taken away was just too much. "Hey!" she cried, emotion getting the best of shyness as she beat her little fists against the newcomer, more in anger than in an actual attempt to harm, and tried to pull him aside. "Get up, get off! That's my fish!"

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Outside

Once again, Kiara showed morals and backbone. The young man was quickly growing to respect her. Then she introduced Eric, and Sparks blinked at the shadow, only now noticing that it didn't match. “Huh, that's cool. Hey, I should introduce you to Dancer sometime!” He looked at Ben, and his expression turned into a mixture of incredulity and distaste. /He/ was an upperclassman, and you didn't see /him/ acting all high-and-mighty. And he bet that Bits had been at Innocence even longer than the injured snob.

Bits, however, was busy frowning at Eric. Kiara was on a fast path to insanity, if she animated her shadow all the time. She often wished Sparks would be less frivolous in his use of that dangerous power, and he was nowhere near as bad as this. Her thoughts were interrupted as someone came at her from behind. Bits started to turn, but she didn't have enough time to ward the person off, and she gasped as she found herself grabbed and dragged into a hug. Grimacing, she struggled to extricate herself from the woman's grip. But she was held too tightly to have much success. Let go, she begged in the privacy of her mind. Please, let me go! Her expression turned from irritation to the beginnings of panic. Sparks was more vocal. “Hey, leggo!” he cried, flailing ineffectively. He couldn't get a good look at his assaulter's face, but when Geko said she was his partner, he knew who she had to be.

And once again, Ben's sheer stupidity was overwhelming. How could he be an upperclassman and not know stuff like this? It should be common knowledge, and saying such things about a Chrono or Lost Number could easily be hazardous to one's health. Sparks not only knew the woman was a Chrono, but he knew her name. “Ah, hello Ms.--” but the rest of his polite if somewhat strained greeting was cut off by the hapless young man's utterance as he realized his mistake and promptly fled as fast as his busted leg would carry him.

That wouldn't be enough to escape the rather violent Geko but fortunately for Ben, Kiara had interposed herself between him and the pursuing Lost Number, not entirely unlike what Bits might do if sufficiently annoyed. Sparks would help her, but he was busy trying to squirm free from the overenthusiastic Chrono's grip.

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@Rumplestiltskin *loud cheering and clouds of confetti*

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@Ink Blood Hey, like the characters. A couple things, though. Firstly, Barnabas has 77 as his code, which is the same as Seeker's Velva. Secondly, consecutive numbers are not allowed for Asylums. One of Barnabas' weapons creates a blade using ink and alchemy. This does make sense, and it's wicked awesome, but you should probably check with Xodus if you haven't already. There was an issue with someone having strings that hardened using alchemy, though that was going to be a property of the string and this is clearly using alchemy for the entire duration of the ink's use as a blade. Lastly, Alice's gloves have metal powder to make them harder. I know metal is stronger than cloth, but if you turn the metal into a powder, it ends up having a great deal of give. A thin, flexible layer on cloth gloves would not provide any noticeable benefit. A pad filled with it might even lessen the impact, as the pad would have some give (think like punching a sandbag instead of punching a rock). The metal needs to be solid to be effective. Metal plated gloves would work, though.

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@xodus Thank you for clarifying. Does this mean that Lost Numbers and Unlinked /cannot/ use telepathy to speak to others? I thought Chronos were linked to their partners as well.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

I don't care who goes just somebody POOOST!

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@xodus Cheating~

It occurs to me that we should set up limits for telepathy now, instead of when it comes up, especially since I forget what they were last time around. I understand that partners can communicate no matter where the other is, except perhaps in a zone that blocks alchemy or the link or something, or with a barrier designed for such things between them. But what about between those who are not linked to each other? Is it anyone? Do you have to have seen/met them first? How far can they send? I remember it's possible to send to more than one person at a time, but is it also possible to "broadcast" to everyone they can send to that is in range? Since the telepathy is related to the network of AMRO somehow, it shouldn't be an issue for other people/alchemists to overhear, which is the usual problem of a broadcast-type telepathic message, unless one has a /very/ good handle on the finer mechanics of differentiating between groups at a mental glance.

Also, you mentioned that Asylums are linked to a partner and to the network. Lost Numbers are tied to that network as well, and I would guess Chronos. What about Unlinked?

Lastly, is Wilben dumb and an a**, or just a dumb***?

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@Xodus Is it alchemy-related, or just human super-speed? Haha, alright. Also it should be 2007, though dates may vary as time does not move at the same rate IC as OOC in most rps.

@Rumplestiltskin Firstly, I tried to ping you with just Rumple. Secondly, thank you for making me choke on my own tea.