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Post by Ellie who has 0% on Dec 27, 2010 17:20:35 GMT -4
Zero District;;
She has been trained to be ready to act no matter the circumstances and predicaments. Born into a militant family, she had followed in her father's footsteps being a spitting image of muscle power whethers its her innate strength or the unwavering warrior persona that comes with pulling a trigger. Hegla Katrina Sinclair was standing tall with an slightly damaged escaped pod behind her; its parachute laid limply on the cobblestone floor of the world they landed into.
No she wasn't alone; she was apart of a crew on a mission and the remanants of the Ulyssess Crew she had was a few mercenaries, Milo Thatch, and Gaetan 'Mole' Moliere. She perfered calling Moliere a filthy creaton, but he was an expertise in his skill, despite how eccentric she can be. The miltant knew beggars couldn't be choosers, so she was less agitated knowing she was stuck with skilled personnals, the best of the best despite their lack of class and social grace.
Blonde brows knitted at the mental confession; she wasn't one to judge an individual, since today she had failed; she has been taken by surprise. With all honesty that she kept to herself, Helga wasn't expecting what had happened moments ago. While the Ulyssess was traveling the stars following their coordinates to their upcoming location, they were faced with a difficult roadbloack, an astroid belt. Nothing in their directions alerted them a head of time of the rocky barrier. The Ulysses was a large aircraft that couldn't tread through them neatly; to get through it safe meant to travel slowly, but the constant knocking by astroids and attempt to manuever only brought more damage and a malfunction.
For safety, they had to evacute a ticking demolition, while still work in a profession fashion. With a fizzing radio, the second in command was able to speak to the Colonel before loosing all communication. Now she was responsible for keeping the men in order, restructure, and get back on track towards their expedition. Mentally she was reciting what she last heard, numbers, coordinates. With those coordinates, they were supposed to reunite, which left a mess at her hands of regenerating at her hands.
"Regardless of our current status, we are still on duty. We are only here to settle and reconstruct, nothing more nothing less. When we're fully prepared, we are going to reunite with the rest of the crew at the given coordinates. In the meantime, recover all belongings you have brought and the equipment in the pod, then find shelter. Move out."
Blue eyes narrowed as she observed their new surroundings; it wasn't a primitive wilderness, but she felt like she was kicked back some centuries with the cobblestone and fire latterns.
He had not been trained to act in such strenuous conditions. Being raised by his grandfather after losing his parents at a young age. A grandfather who told him the tale of the lost empire of Atlantis. A story that convinced the young boy that it was a true city. Making him vow to himself that he would do anything to find it. Lying on his back with his limbs upward, trapped in the escape pod lay Milo James Thatch. Who still had to recover from the impact the pod made. The hard landing had stunned the unatlethic young man.
Slowly his mind calmed down as he got his bearings right again. The inside of the pod was only illuminated by a red light. Moving his arms and feet, life returned to the dazed Milo while trying to crawl his way out of the metal contraption. Still in a mild state of shock, he found a lever with the writing 'Pull' on it. Following the instruction, he pulled as the hatch popped open. Fresh evening air rushed in while a black yet starlight sky shine down onto him. Comforting the Linguist and professor in archeology.
Moments later, his skinny hands and arms emerged from the opened hatch. Followed by his dark blond, slender head. He pinched his eyes trying to focus. But his surroundings remained a blur. Realizing that he was missing something, Milo squatted back down and searched for his glasses. After having found them, he placed them on his nose and took in the scenery.
Cobblestoned streets and old fashioned brick buildings. Lampposts and lighted billboards stretched along the district. This town was unfamiliar to him. It became instantly clear that there wasn't a single dominant form of culture or architecture that is normally typical for big cities. No, this town seemed to be a gathering of loose parts. A dish made of left overs in a way. A group of homeless wanderers from all directions gathering in one place. Building this place with their shared collective knowledge and effort.
But Milo then realized that he was letting himself be distracted again. He needed to focus on his task and the mission. The mission that seems to have gone so horrible wrong already. They we're right on course, things were going well and out of the blue they get stuck in an asteroid belt. The Ulysses couldn't venture through despite their best efforts. Resulting in them needing to abandon ship.
Milo glanced around, now purposely searching for the other people of the expedition. Those he saw on board. In the distance he could make out the traces of other escape pods that crashed down. With the military men already hard at work at salvaging all their equipment and regrouping. Looking down it occurred to Milo that he had no idea what the proper procedure was to exit the escape pod. He didn't want to do it wrong and look like a fool in front of all these military personal. The hatch was on the top so it became extra difficult with climbing out and then down along the side of the pod.
Not being one of the most nimblest of climbers; it was only a matter of time before he lost his balance and slided off one side into the parachute that was still attached. Rolling and waving his arms in the meantime, Milo found himself constricted by the wires and cloth of the parachute. Ensnaring himself in front of all the others. Realizing his predicament he called out: "Oh...euh... a little help?... Anybody?...please..."
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Dec 28, 2010 16:39:03 GMT -4
With her commands already in action, Helga was about to roam this new location; she was already armed, especially with being a weapon herself, but before she can take a few steps onward she heard it, weakness. Brows wrinkled and eyes narrowed at the sound of the voice knowing exactly who he was. Whipping her head, a long blonde braid whisped with her as she found the source of annoyance.
Rolling her eyes, she wondered how was this whelp was related to T. Thatch; for an old man, he was a hell of an adventurer and, with his excitement alone for discovery, he was hardly dead-weight. Now, Helga couldn't say the same for the likes of his grandson, Milo. Placing her hands on her hips, she pinched the bridge on her nose to stop the oncoming migrane. "Would someone assist Mr. Thatch and make sure he doesn't break anything."
A brow cocked to emphasize her order before turning away with an extra force in her clicking boots. Hopefully the whelp wouldn't cause too much damage, some of the equipment's worth nearly trumped his. The duty of babysitting Milo was pressed on the remainder of the crew, while she investigated and scouted. Last time I check babysitting wasn't required. This better be worth it.
Stretching her fingers, Helga tugged them tightly before grasping on of her colt .45. The pistol twirled in her fingers before being secure properly, while its twin nestled against her left hip alongside a sheathed knife. Sharp eyes narrowed seeing a black blur along her peripheral vision. Dark blonde brows furrowed seeing a blink of yellow. If she was being hunted, she would act oblivious until she had the perfect timing to strike.
"Also keep a close watch; we won't be the only ones here."
Dashing through a mob of curious bystanders, Mikhail sighed, eyes of blue glancing around in hopes of finding a shorcut. That ship had caused quite a disturbance and now half of Traverse Town was mobilizing to look for it. Hell, why wouldn't they? Life in the world of night had become quite a... routine, with rarely anything new to spice things up. This crash was apparently just what they were expecting.
Rutherford had been chilling in his Gummi Ship when it all happened, and even there he was able to see the escape pods rapidly approaching the world below. Of course, he did now know -where- they had landed exactly and by the time he had teleported to what he thought was a nearby location, others were already running to it on their own.
The pyromancer looked back, hoping to see his apprentice, Jack Styx, somewhere within the crowd. He sure was one of thrills and excitement and this was just the type of enviroment he often looked for. Unfortunately, however, he was nowhere to be seen. Hiding the slight disappointment on his face, Mikhail ran faster, almost leaving the mob of curious bystanders behind.
His eyes soon found a blonde woman, standing high and proud before a rather large group. Mikhail raised an eyebrow, noticing this woman's determination and strength by reading her aura. This meeting would be... quite interesting. Rutherford approached her, speaking from afar to not startle her and begin a confrontation. He could sense she was an active one, a cold woman of business.
"Do you need any help? That was one hell of a crash you suffered..."
His eyes went to look at the rest of the mercenaries, soon finding the intellectual man if the group. Thin, lanky, carrying fear and a pair of glasses. This man surely wasn't one of the group's fighters as he looked pretty inexperienced, but Rutherford had learned not to judge a book by its cover long ago. After all, each and every single one of them had a special talent that made them valuable.
"I'm Mikhail, Mikhail Rutherford." he said, turning back to the blonde as she extended a hand for her to shake.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Dec 30, 2010 16:12:40 GMT -4
Geatan 'Mole' Moliere
A pair of small eyes zoomed in with a pair of binocular like goggles at Milo before a yellow slight swerved into the languist's eyes causing him to wince, "Vous linguiste maladroite."
With a harsh yank, Milo was dissembled from the escape pod fluttering chaotically down the parachute, while clutching onto a book. A bulky hunch figure scurried away like a rodent before returning to his prior activity, speculating the ground.
"Siltstone, limestone, sillimanite, staurolite, basalt, obsidion" the list continued as he hunched over with eyes darting around like a camellion before he gasped with agony,"zeeee diiiiirt iz a mixtuuuure of zeperate zediments of different geological regions."
It was an anamoly, while he will find soil made by volcanoic activities, remants of colar, and other composition when the world lack evidents of it. Already Geatan was sniffing along the ground and gave it a lick.
Watching Mole and remembering his first encounter with him after sitting on the dirts of France, Germany, and other countries, he made sure he steered clear from the mineralogist. Tucking his most prized possesion during this hectic trip in a backpack, he walked over to Helga Sinclair.
"Um uh excuse me, what are we to do n-now, now that we're seperated from the others," Milo began before seeing the cold stare from Helga making him nervous and become haste to reach is point, "What I'm trying to say, 'what is our next course of action'?"
Although he was ambitious to go to Atlantis for his grandfather and for Old Witmore, this speed bump along to road made him uneasy; this was totally not in the plan, nor was he trained or aware of protocol. After all he's an expert in gibberish, how Witmore put it, not in chaotic scenarios.
Once hearing a buzzing sound in her ear and noticing who it was, Helga turned around unamused to hear anything, but tolerated the conversation of the panicked linguist. She cleared her throat in the mist of his babbling waiting for him to finish before she can easily squash it all, "We are going to grab all of our equippment and find settlement at the closest town before reassembling our craft for we can get back on course and continue what we started-"
"Do you need any help? That was one hell of a crash you suffered..."
Seeing Milo's eyes dart behind her, Helga turned her head to see a young man, far much younger than her and Milo. She hummed to herself, "Firstly what is this place exactly and is there any housing to room my crew?"
In his Traverse Town abode, Merlin was quietly reading one of his books "The Early Methods of Daemon Relations and Summoning, part LVII" when one of his awareness perimeters sent him an alert. He marked his page, closed the book and snapped his fingers, turning his roof into a Telescope device. he walked over and looked through the device, intrigued by his findings.
A large object was being torn apart by the asteroid belt that surrounded Traverse town. Magnifying his view, the magician was surprised to notice that the asteroids also had heartless hanging around them! He made a mental note of that as he zoomed out, and was going to send some magic up to aide the large ship's passage, but the asteroids dealt too much damage. The ships fired their escape pods and plummeted toward the surface of twilight town, and Merlin did his best to prevent the majority of them from landing in heartless infested areas, but there wasn't much he could do.
Putting his hat and cloak on, Merlin picked one of the clusters of pods and teleported himself to the vicinity. Already, there was a huge crowd gathered, but most of the citizens were standing a distance away and not offering to help.
Merlin watched as the visitors, (who were definitely human,) slowly untangled themselves from the wreckage, and as Mikhail broke through the crowd and began to converse with the one that seemed to be in command. Merlin slowly made his way to the group, his purple robes flowing softly, and every-other step was accompanied by the sound of the cap of his staff hitting the ground with a soft bumping noise. He focused his attention on the skinny one with glasses. Nodding his head in a respectful manner, Merlin examined the group, stroking his silvery beard.
It seemed that they were a group of mercenaries, and they would definitely need either a new ship, or lots of raw material to rebuild their previous one. He also estimated that a large group of them died in the crash.
Looking at Milo, his eyes softly glowed an electric blue as he nodded again, thinking. I wonder what planet these people are from ...and how much help they'll need considering the ships' structural damages...
"Excuse me, but are there any injuries? Also, where are all of you from?" Looking at Mikhail, Merlin nodded, speaking quickly. "Hello there! I am not completely sure, but they could probably take up residence in the second district, as there are a lot of empty houses and not too many heartless in there. What do you think?"
A cloaked figure was watching the events unfold around him as he sat upon a rooftop. An apparent exploration crew landing in Traverse Town and some blond directing them to spread out and scan the area. A chuckle escaped his pale red lips, humans still entertained Marluxia. It was almost embarrassing to be related to them in a way; so frail, so...vulnerable. "How quick she is to act that woman is. But she is thoughtful all the same. Rash actions backed by intellectual thinking. I wonder..." the Nobodies bold voice was barely a whisper as his image vanished in flurry of rose petals.
The image appeared in front of the fountain as more and more people were showing up to investigate, so Marluxia appearing by means of magic wouldnt grab much attention. He pulled back his hood and let his pink-brown hair fall down. He had let it grow out some to try and conceal is identity but with the bangs growing to just above his eye sight it was being more a nuisance than a help. But beggars cant be choosers. The Nobody pushed his way through the crowd to meet the blond woman but as he neared her he noticed a very familiar person. He could barely make out who it was from the cloths and because the time that has passed, Mikhail? No, it couldn't be. Marluxia was sure that kid had been killed.
How long had it been since the Hades Cup? A year? More? The Nobody scoffed in his thoughts, why should he care? He pushed Mikhail aside as he walked by, " Now, now. Clearly this woman is not in the mood for getting help from children. Let the adults help these fine people. Now, I assume you will need to know where you are correct?" he was speaking to the blond now as he gave Mikhail another glance. Marluxia turned his gaze to see who else was prowling about.
There was an obese man licking the ground and a slender male the Nobody failed to notice standing next to the blond. There were some others but their backs were turned. "You and your crew are in Traverse Town. A simple town with simple pleasures. Your presence here is quite a change in routine." who he was talking to was unsure but the message was obvious.
Indeed, this woman was sure quick to act and make decisions. Direct, courageous, straight to the point as if she had no time to lose. And quite frankly, she was being such a fine leader. Fortunately Mikhail had the answers she seeked but before he could answer another man had emerged from the crowd. Standing tall, wise and mysterious as always, the pyromancer immediately recognized the magician. There was no way he could have missed that large beard of silver that gave his identity away.
Merlin asked if there were any injured among the crew, like Mikhail himself had asked moments earlier. Deciding to answer one of the blonde's questions, Ambrosious suggested that they take shelter in the Second District but the pyromancer clearly disagreed with the idea. "Evening Master Merlin. However... I believe it would be better if you and your crew stayed in the First District for the time being. Believe me, you wouldn't like to be surprised by the Heartless while you sleep."
But of course, it would all depend on the number of survivors. The First District, while safe from the Heartless, was already quite... crowded. Thinking about a way to solve the problem, Mikhail did not notice Marluxia's presence among them until he was shoved aside. The man turned his head in annoyance, wanting to find the one that had pushed him; his eyes narrowed as he caught a glimpse of pink. He had called him a child... a child.
If Mikhail hadn't matured so much in the past months, he would have set the man in flames.
"Hmm... and to think that you have been defeated by mere "children" before... it must be quite depressing, right Marluxia?" He still remembered the little incident at Disney Castle, where the nobody had teamed up with Maleficent in an attempt to take over the world. While neither side had actually emerged victorious, number XI had been unable to claim the castle as his own.
Putting such memories aside, Mikhail turned to look at the mercenaries' leader as Marluxia gave her a brief introduction to the town. He knew that having the nobody around would only cause trouble and Traverse Town didn't need a war right now. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he glanced back for a moment, hoping to see his mentor, Jadis, somewhere nearby.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 1, 2011 14:45:16 GMT -4
"Evening Master Merlin. However... I believe it would be better if you and your crew stayed in the First District for the time being. Believe me, you wouldn't like to be surprised by the Heartless while you sleep."
"Come again?" Her eyes squinted with mild confusion to what he was referring to. She glanced back at Milo; since he was a languist, who know if this word was translatable to something common from them. It wasn't helpful to get a shrug from him. Regardless she took his word of it; despite how skilled she was and the crew, the last thing they needed were to deal with pests after their current ordeal.
"Those who may need medical attention are those who aren't familiar with the proper escape route protocol," Helga glanced back at Milo to see hardly much harm on him. "Unfortunately those who are in greater need aren't among us."
Mentioning that Helga wished she hadn't, but luckily she was trained to be hard like stone and tougher than nails to continue on speaking towards Merlin and Mikhail,"To keep introductions short, seeing how some may need time to recover from the trauma; I'm Helga Katrina Sinclair, second in command of the Whitemore's Ulysses space and subcraft. We come from a distant world, coded 1-9-1-4, traveling for a funded exploration, a delayed one at that. So whichever district you speak of is commendable we'll settle there, make our repairs, refuel, and go back on route."
"We may even have to...have recruits," Milo muttered to himself lowly knowing it wasn't the right time to interrupt Helga, this woman on a mission.
Swallowing deeply to sooth his dry throat, he looked up at the sky wondering where the other pods had landed to; Although he was talking to himself, he unintentionally spoke louder for others to hear, "Did any other pods crashed here?"
After taking a gander, he didn't spot Audrey, Joshua, Rourke, and even some others amongst them.
"They most likely go trapped in another planetary orbital gravity," Helga replied, while pushing the twinge of hope from her voice that they had landed safely instead of impacting more astroids. "And mentioning planet what is th-"
A brow arched as bright pink hair caught her view and pushed the helpful natives out of his way, while cutting her off; yes it was a he adorning a feminine color. As he began talking her hands rested on her hips before cocking to the right in a fixiated position. Her eyes drifted from this Marluxia, quite a funny name, and Mikhail, a little less abnormal name, and her eyes rolled. Now wasn't the time to see the squabbles of the natives; sure it aided with analyzing the hosts, but she truly didn't want hear or go off on a complete tangent.
Atleast he's resourceful...somewhat resourceful. Exhaling through her nose, she wondered when this welcome committee will die down for they can go on their way, but it seems they became the pentacle of entertainment for a sluggish simply world.
Jack Styx, Mikhail's apprentice, was quite interested in the commotion, as expected, but he was having a harder time reaching the crash site. "This should be interesting..." he thought. He had to shove his way through the crowd, but he had to punch someone in the face before he was given room. He jogged to reach Mikhail, noting the pink haired... man(?) in the black cloak, the wizard-looking old guy, the rather scary woman, the rather normal-looking confused young man (whom Jack decided he liked the most out of the group, with the exception of Mikhail), and the overweight man... licking the ground?
Gathering information upon sight, no one was outstandingly injured, and the pink-haired guy, Mikhail, and the old man seemed to be handling the crashees. Lucky for him. He looked at the woman, who seemed to be the leader. "I'm Jack..." he said as an introduction. It started out strong, but he realized that no one had yet introduced themselves and thus died down before he could reach his surname. What a fun bunch.
Overwhelmed, that was the state that Milo found himself in. So much happened in such a short time frame that he barely could follow it. His body still slightly aching from the crash. A gathering of diverse people had gathered addressing Helga and himself. Luckily all seemed to be keen on helping. This notion reassured Milo enough to focus on observing the surroundings and their current situation. Several enthralling words and details came to his ears. Like 'Heartless' and 'Traverse town', the worlds name.
A place's name can tell a lot about it, but most importantly about it's origin and creation. Out of habit the first thing that Milo did was to analyze the name. Thinking out loud as his voice mumbles softly but fast paced. 'Traverse town.. to traverse means to cross over... a place where people cross over... but from where to what? ... A world, crossing worlds... traveling. ... travel. Travel' That latter kept on ringing in the back of the Linguïsts mind. It stirred his memories. The feeling of familiarity was strong about this one particular word. Milo's brain started to race, the stressful feeling of having something on the tip of your tongue grew stronger and stronger. There was something, in his mind. Something useful that could help them, now if only he could remember. Frowning and flinching his eyes the effort he placed in remembering became apparent to all those that watched him.
Then the memory became unlocked as it jolted to his conscious mind. His eyes spurred wide open as he instinctively reached for the shepherd's journal. Opening it up at the start and quickly turning a few pages until he found the one he was looking for. The first pages described the route to Atlantis across the stars. Milo had used those to indicate their starting course. But there were lots of details and scribbles on those pages whose meaning had still eluded him. Three larger circles with symbols that were drawn in the fashion of a star map. One of them had arrow symbols and a symbol that he thought meant 'travel' but could also be translated as 'traverse' The beginning of the journal indicated that the course to Atlantis would lead close by to at least three other worlds. They must have stranded on one of those worlds. But that means that it was possible to find clues about Atlantis on this world. It was a long shot, but while they we're here still worth exploring.
With his two hands he slammed the book shut. Overlooking the group through his glasses. He understand that a good first impression was needed. Being bold Milo made his decision and assumptions as he stepped in front of Helga and addressed the curious crowd. Talking with a loud voice which was close to shouting and enforcing his words with his arms and hands. "Greetings natives... euh... We come in peace. Yes peace! My name is Milo Thatch, and euh... We come from very far away." As Milo was pointing up in the starlit sky in the general direction the escape pods came from. "Now lets see what now.... oh yes... huh urm... Take us to your leader!"
Merlin remained quiet for a small amount of time, suddenly lost in thought. He noticed the state of the technology levels in the strange pods, and the fact that the common weapon seemed to be a firearm. His thoughts were interrupted by a bright pink object which turned his mood sour. Marluxia.... what business have you here? how long has this one been in traverse town?
Merlin focused his attention to the gangly young man with a book. Merlin noticed the look of concentration spread across the man's face, and the magician's bushy white eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity when the linguist revealed the book he had been using as a guide. Hmm... there is strange magic contained within that book...
Merlin was about to say something when the young man spoke. A heavy sigh preceded his response to the foolish words, as a murmur of laughter spread throughout the gathered crowd behind them. "Mr. Thatch, thank you for your primitive greeting. I am called Merlin." Merlin bowed slightly, a sign of respect. "You say you come from a far away place, yes? Well, around here, most all of us come from a far away place. Traverse town is the landing point for almost all of those who lose their worlds, one way or another, to the Heartless."
Merlin paused and then slightly raised his voice to address the blond woman as well. "However, this town is also has a couple of pretty good space craft mechanics. Granted, our style of craft is made of a different substance that your pods seem to be, but I'm sure you will be able to make do."
Merlin was worried about Marluxia's presence, but he decided that it could wait. After all, now that the magician knew of the nobody's location, he could alert the proper authority, and made a mental note to find Jadis and let her know.
ooc: so much deliberation....and yet there's sure to be more to do than just stand around and talk about the crash.... xD
Max shook his head from the back of the crowd. he'd been watching the whole thing, trying to learn what he could, and was amazed that everyone seemed to be more concerned about talking rather than helping the people out of the pods that had landed in other places. He himself knew of at least three that had landed in the third district, and one that had landed in the second. He had watched them as they had fallen, thinking they were shooting stars. Now that he knew what had happened, however, he felt he should do something, since nobody else seemed aware.
Holding his war-pike close to his body, the head well over the heads of everone in the crowd so as to not skewer anyone by accident, Max slowly pushed his way through the crowd to the small ring around the newcomers here, right next to Mikael. He gave his old friend a nudge with an elbow, and flashed him small grin before turning his attention to the woman in front of him. He just ignored the pink haired pretty-boy, who Mikael had told him about. Max knew that if he even acknowledged his existence, a fight would probably break out....
"Excuse me for interrupting, but you still have a few pressing matters to attend to, Ms Sinclair," Max said, nodding respectfully at her,"I watched your pods falling to Traverse Town, thinking they were shooting stars. Most of them fell here, in the zero district, but some of them did land in the first, second, and third districts. If someone doesn't go and rescue your men, there, I wouldn't count on them surviving very long. That goes double since none of you even seem to know anything about the Heartless.
"I'll volunteer to go retrieve your men from the third district. Mikhail, I'll drag your fiery little butt along too," he said,"Only thing that remains is the second district. I would recommend you ask Merlin to guide you there to save your men. His old home in right there in the second district, and he's a powerful magic user. He also knows a lot about the Heartless.
"Now, Mikhail, Come on," Max said, grabbing Mikhail by the collar,"We've got some people to save. Just give us ten minutes, Miss Sinclair. We'll have your people back here in a flash."
((I say this is a good time to make a new thread for those going to the Third District... it would be awkward to have us roleplaying at quite different locations in this thread. Those are my two cents, I'll go with what most of you think))
M I K H A I L R U T H E R F O R D "I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF YOU ENDED UP SLAYED BY ONE OF THEM."
Mikhail nodded, his eyes glancing at Marluxia every now and then as they heard the woman speak. So the newcomers did know about other worlds existing besides their own, but were still ignorant to the existence of the Heartless. Strange... he had never seen anyone in their situation. Most knew about the Heartless but were unable to travel through the unvierse themselves.
"It is nice to meet you, Miss Helga, though unfortunately the circunstances were not the best. Merlin or I could lead you to the First District when you're ready to leave, if you would like to." he said, moments before turning his head to look at yet another newcomer. The pyromancer was relieved to see Jack there, offering him a grin and a pat on the back. "Good, you made it here."
He gave Marluxia another glare before turning back to Sinclair. Mikhail had not told Jack about the dangers of hanging around the nobody and he wasn't going to risk losing his apprentice to that flowery pink man. The pyromancer's attention, however, was captured by the expedition's intellectual, Milo Thatch, who attempted to "communicate" with them as if they were some sort of primitive society. Rutherford couldn't help but to wrinkle his nose in disdain for a moment; really, hadn't they shown themselves to be civilized enough?
When Merlin began to address him, however, Mikhail decided to look at the wreckage once more. Indeed, it had apparently suffered some serious damage and it could take a while to get their ship running unless they would be willing to buy a new one. Heh, maybe they would even need some parts sold only at Radiant Garden.
Feeling a slight push on his side, the pyromancer turned his head to look at his old friend, Maxwell Tendas, grinning at him. He returned the nudge as he looked at Helga once more, paying close attention to what Max had to say.
Mikhail could feel his expression turn serious upon listening; so there could be other survivors at other districts? They had to go and help them fast, before they were turned into Heartless snacks. His brow furrowed as the other man signed him up for the Third District Expedition; not that he wasn't going anyway, but the pyromancer could sure speak to himself.
As the hydromancer picked him up by the collar, Rutherford instinctly raised a hand surrounded by flames to touch his in an attempt to free himself.
He was not enjoying this.
"I can walk, thanks." he snapped, pushing the other man away as he looked back and motioned Jack to join them in their stroll. There was power in numbers, after all, and he was sure Styx could learn a couple of tricks from the hydromancer as well.
M I K H A I L R U T H E R F O R D "MAYBE I'LL TAKE YOU THERE... SOMEDAY..."
Geatan 'Mole' Moliere
