Enter: Remora Blaze! [Open]

[remora]

Remora looked up to the dreary sky.
The sky clouded in mist...

She leant against one of the buildings of Alexandria. Too long had she been running or trying to find a living in the streets. She needed someone she could talk to, perhaps go on adventures with. Hunt some monsters? That sounded good.

She flicked her long hair back over her shoulders and rightened herself. She wasn't sure if her clothes that exposed her stomach were appropiate in the city but since no-one had spoken to her about it, she guessed so.
The red colour of her clothes stood out though, and that wasn't entirely a good thing. The ones who erased her memory must be out looking for her. Then again, why would they be in such a grand city like Alexandria, decaying and falling to ruin?

Remora stepped on ahead, out of the alleyway she had just navigated. Looking right and left, making sure no guards were around, she stepped into the main street.

[Tenneth]

It was calm that night, apart from the constant fog in front of him. The people of this majestic city had told him that this fog was in fact called “Mist” although it looked like normal fog to him.

Although the only problem in this city was the fact when he looked through the world in his other eyes he could not actually see. The mist it self was pure magic although what made it he no solution but he guess he would one day.

He decided that giving him a slight smack in the head was in order due to the fact he once again side tracked from the mission that was in front of him.

“Find the girl, protect her. Alexandria” That was all the mysterious letter had said. Which really did confuse him because if it was not for the fact airships can practically travel everywhere he would never thought that a city would of existed, at first he actually thought that was the name of the person until he looked in the local paper, talking about this city.

He decided that he would look for two days before leaving and finding his next job. The reason he decided that he would take up this job was due to the fact the payment had been sent with the letter. So he gave the job a chance and hoped he would find this woman although what he did after he found her, he would get to that when he found her.

He searched the rooftops first because what seemed really weird was the fact that all the rooftops seemed connected. “This city is designed for thieves” he thought to himself.

He started running along the rooftops abandoning stealth for speed until he hit the main walls to the castle. As he slowed down his pace, he became more stealthy so the patrolling guards would not notice him.

A flicker of movement caught his eyes and he pondered for a moment and set his robes around him so he could evaluate the situation before being on.

The woman was a short person, although she seemed powerful in her own aspect. Her clothing was a dark red scarf, although in the dark is was hard to make up what shade of red because everything seemed to dull during the night. She wore a matching red skirt and he could of sworn he sore a shimmer of gold in the outfit.

The two things that did draw his attention were her extremely long ears that seemed to point out like two arrow heads. Although that’s not what drew his attention to the most, it was the fact she was just wearing a white bra that seemed to glow in the darkness. Although her breast’s seemed to push themselves as far out as they could while her body tried to be as small as they could against the stone cold wall.

She crept along the world with an unearthly ease and this then confirmed his suspicions. This must be the woman he was looking for, the woman he was paid to protect.

He summoned the magic of the wind or Aero to normal mages, and glided down to the floor. He floated down as easily as the woman could creep along the wall. His cloak whistling in the air seeming like just a small breeze floating around. He landed softly not making a word because he did not want the girl to notice he was there.

He slowly crept up behind her as she was distracted looking across the road to check to see if someone was coming.

He gently whispered in her ear,“Boo” in that entire second so much happened the only thing he could do was jump back and create a wall of air between them, pushing her and her body firmly against the wall so that she could not allow her to retaliate.,

He quietly got a few a words about before she had a chance to protest.

“I'm Tenneth I have been hired to protect you, please follow me and quickly” as if in on cue, the guards seemed to shout not to far from them.

He decided that getting out of the city was the best idea. He removed the air of wind from between them and grabbed her hand and moved the wind behind them to give them a little head start to allow them to get away from the guards that seemed to suddenly appear from know were.

He did not know the layout of the city and decided that allowing this woman to lead was the better idea. “You, I don't have time for questions, you know the way out? If you do lead the way, no questions I will explain when we are out of here.” He then prepared his magic, allowing all the elements he had at his command to float around him. This was going to be a long night.

[remora]

As Remora was carefully avoiding the guards on the street, she was suddenly spooked from behind by the call of the word "Boo" and before she could respond, she was smacked into the wall  and held there by some sort of blast of air.
"Let me go, you idiot! I'll have you know I could have your flesh soon!" 
However, before she could protest any further, the mysterious man who had assulted her started speaking.

His name was Tenneth and he'd been hired to protect her. Huh. Odd how things turn out. 
Suddenly, guards called out from around the corner. They'd probably reacted to her shout.
Remora gasped as the wind was removed and she was allowed to go free. However, another blast of wind hit her from behind and seemed to push forward at which point she clutched Tenneth's hand and pulled him forward into the open street with her.
The guards gave a shout upon sighting them.
"Come on, this way!" Remora shouted, leaping upon some discarded crates, jumping to grab and spin on a metal pole that was jutting out from the building and using the momentum of the spin to push her forward onto a balcony of a home, which she dashed across to reach the corner of the building. 
Once she was at the corner, she grabbed some masonry that was jutting out of the building and climbed onto the roof. She assisted Tenneth if he needed any help.

"Something tells me we aren't quite so welcome in the city." Remora chuckled once Tenneth was on the roof. She span about to dash across the connected rooftops, now forgetting stealth since all the guards knew where she was now.
"Where do you want to go? Where would you be able to protect me?" She asked the man before diving into a hole in a roof, splintering any remaining structure around the whole. She crashed down onto the floor with a mighty crash.
Thankfully the residents weren't home.

[Tenneth]

He saw the young woman jump across the window with ease, he how ever did not have the grace she had so instead he used the Aero magic he had been using before to lift himself high up onto the ledge she had just jumped into, landing with a loud thump.

It seemed to echo through the corridor and thank his ancestors, none of the guards seemed to of noticed there small detour.

He gracefully landed in the room whispering his cloak around ignoring the girl for a time being. He decided that exploring his surrounding and getting the layout in his head might be the best idea before he relaxed.

He found the house to only have two bedrooms, one for what looked like to be a girls while the other must have been her parents. He walked down the stairs, checking each step and listening to each creak to know if someone jumped down following them. The house looked like it was barley standing up, although it would last for the night. He hoped.

There was no one home although the living room, even though it looked very run down, had a very expensive arm chair. He sat down into the chair and before answering the girls question he wanted to get comfortable making everything looking as normal as possible.

He summoned an orb of fire from his belt and fired it straight into the fire place willing the flames to heat the logs allowing a small amount of warmth into the the run down room. “now before I answer your questions first things first.” he grabbed the tobacco box from the his robe and pulled out one of the many cigarettes in there.

He summoned a small candle flame from the fire place and lit his cigarette. “Now to the questions you asked. No we are not welcome in the city. Why? I don't know.” he pulled in a small puff and realised it and moved his legs so they crossed over each other. “Where can I take you for protection? Well the answer to that, is far away from here.”

He pointed towards the sofa that was in room, “Sit please, you have a lot of questions to answer and maybe in return ask. The first thing is, who are you? You know my name, I do not know yours. Also do you know anyone that would of hired me to protect you?” he watched as the words hung in the air and decided that maybe giving her another question might calm the mood and allow him listen rather than talk.

“Last thing, why are you stalking around the city? And why are we being chased?”

He waited while listening to the guards walking past. He did not even know due to the fact that they would be searching the rooftops, not a home that had a fire going with a man smoking his in arm chair. “Things were looking up”, he though to himself

[remora]

Remora sucked in her breath has she tended to the small cut she had obtained on her arm as a result of diving into the room in such a reckless way. The supports for the hole she had just jumped through crumbled slightly, sending dust into the air. She coughed and cleared it as Tenneth made his way through and downstairs. When she observed Tenneth being deathly silent as he stepped downstairs, Remora decided to follow his example and also stayed quiet. When nothing was heard, she let out a sigh of relief and also went down.

Remora located herself into one of the sofas in the sitting-room, blushing with the heat as an orb of fire lit up the room. She then turned to Tenneth as he started to speak. Presumably he was going to be asking her some questions and maybe some about her behavior and not just her identity.

"Far away for protection? Argh. I thought I'd had enough travelling to last me a lifetime! It took me many years just to get here and even then, I still don't know anything of what happened to me before I was twelve! You're telling me that in order to be safe, I have to travel even more?!" Remora barely realised she had stood up during this outburst so when she calmed down, she sat down again.
"I am Remora Blaze, and no, I don't know of anyone who would have hired you. Perhaps my family? But why would they remember me while I don't remember them...?" She bit her lip with sadness as she spoke, carefully thinking about her words.

At this moment, a guard walked past one of the ground-floor windows. If it weren't such a dire siuation, Remora may even have applauded Tenneth on his wits.
"I'm not even supposed to be here. I think the guards figured that out." Remora replied rather simply, watching the flames of the fire dance in her eyes. They also seemed to envelop her red clothes and the gold trim around them seemed to become something like rubies.

"Now for you. How did you get here and how do you propose to get us out of here?" She asked, snapping back to reality.

[Taro Kyrai]

Taro gripped the controls tightly as he fell through the clouds. His fighter had taken serious damage and was plummeting towards the ground, he barely managed to keep the thing horizontal. Pitch black smoke billowed out of the ship's engines, at the smoke pillar's base, flames blasted out of the damaged ship. All that Taro could feel was the intense heat and the erratic jerking motions of the aircraft. The white haze that surrounded him on all sides didn't help. Finally, he burst out of the clouds, entering a wide arc towards a strange city that came into view. It was set on some sort of large mesa that.... a deep rumble followed by a small explosion interrupted his observations. There was land, that's all that mattered, he could make some sort of crash landing.

His altitude rapidly dropped, the airship speeding up despite his best attempts to slow it. The mesa was getting closer however, Taro could make it.... But would he survive the crash at this speed. His eyes narrowed as a red light flashed, coupled with a short siren that repeated with every flash. “Come on Doc, I hope your work can sustain this kind of damage...” The lights and sirens were a low altitude warning, telling him that the ships sensors were within dangerous parameters too close to the ground. Flashing faster and faster the closer he got to the ground, text popped up on the lower center of the cockpit windshield coupled by an electronic voice. “WARNING!!!! Groundstrike immanent!!” The message flashed in time with the lights and siren.

Taro yelled at the assembled warning devices. “Yeah alright I get it! Now shut up and let me work!” His retort didn't have any effect, other than blowing off steam. The lights and warnings began to flash so quickly that they nearly blended with each other, Taro pulled up on the controls, and the ship impacted with the ground about a half a mile outside the city in a hail of dust, smoke and rock that could be seen and heard throughout the city. A steady pillar of smoke rising from the ship's resting place at the end of a long, deep rut in the ground.

[Tenneth]

When the young girl stared into the fire, Tenneth took the chance to get a complete look at the young woman. Her outfit was a red but not the red he had believed before. It was the colour of a prim rose, pure in every detail. The thing that confused him the most was the fact the gold trimming that ran up the sides of her skirt and scarf was the same that was around the letter that he had found at his office. That was not a coincidence.

As he watched the girls eyes being enveloped by the fire, he adjusted the flames slightly by removing the energy from the fire into himself. This gave him a little “Spark” and removed the fatigue had gained through the journey. He would pay the consequences later.

Although she snapped at him, he could not blame little Remora. She was obviously startled to the events that had happened and Tenneth knew if they did not get out of there soon, Kuja might turn up, and he was going to be in a lot of trouble.

“If you came to this city for a reason, you have to explain to me why. There is a way out, its the way I came in.” He shot a glare at the young girl before she could respond “And no I will not show you unit ll you want to get out of this city, if you are here to cause trouble then I am leaving, unless you decide to tell me why you are here”

He took in another puff of his cigarette and flicked the ash onto the floor realising that who ever owned this house, either did not smoke or could not afford to. Either way he didn't have time to care. The guards were soon to leave this area soon and he did not like staying in city’s for very long. There were to cramped for his liking, although he did keep his face straight so the young girl did not see his discomfort.

A crackling “BOOM” seemed to echo through the streets. This was there chance to escape. Someone else had caused a commotion and they could walk out through the gates. He slid off his robes to show his wearing a plain black shirt. With blue trimmings along the arms, and a set of normal black trousers with the same markings.

He threw the robes at the young girl, looking at the black robe, it was very elegant in his eyes, the drak black mixing in with a green and blue to make a robe that was worn by most magicians in his land although in the dark it looked like a normal robe.

“This will hide you, we can sneak back into the city, we will talk when we are outside the city grounds. Its the safest place for now. Maybe in a few days will be back but now we are leaving.”

With that little speech he went to the front door and opened it, “Did anyone know how to lock a door in this country?” he thought to himself. He then walked to the front gates and saw a large black could in the distance “Smoke” he said quietly. Although he had Remora, he had could not help but save those in danger.

He ran towards the smoke hoping the young girl would follow. When he reached the castle wall he closed his eyes searching for the magic around them. Not knowing if the girl was there he said “What I am about to show you, you must not tell anyone. My Magick is a forbidden art, do now allow what you see here to another persons lips.” and with that he outstretched his hands and summoned the magic around them to life them above the walls and over.

When they reached the ground on the other side of the wall he collapsed. He didn't realise the amount of Magick it took to carry two people over a wall. He could walk but not run. “Were going towards the smoke over there.”Tenneth said pausing each word with a breath.

He tried to slow his breathing and wiped the sweat of his face. He summoned one of his Spheres and straightened out the magic to form a walking stick.

He started his walk towards the smoke.

[remora]

Remora looked confuse for a second. In all of this hecticness, she hadn't had a chance to consider how Tenneth had even managed to come to her aid, considering the high walls that surrounded the city and the guard presence.
"The... Way you came in?" Remora played with the words on her lips slowly, as if considering what he had just said. Of course! He must have had some sort of... Mechanism for getting over the walls! What type of mechanism wasn't known though.

When he mentioned he wasn't willing to tell her the way out unless she was willing to co-operate, she bit her lip. She'd only just met him so how could she trust him with all the information she had.
With a sigh of resignation, she made her mind up. Of course, she had nothing to lose anyway.
"I told you. I'm seeking refuge but since I don't know anything about myself apart from the bare basics, I fear the guards would think me as some sort of..."

Before Remora could finish her sentence, there was a violent boom and the sofa shook violently from under her, sending her flying into the floor where she landed with a loud grunt. When she picked herself up, she noticed the ashes that Tenneth had flicked off his cigarette. 
"Uncouth." She thought to herself before he tossed her his robe, revealing his clothes. She took a minute to take in the appearance of his new attire before putting the robe over herself.
Well, what she could anyway. It didn't quite fit.

"Hiding? That's good. And we're leaving? That's even better!" Remora grinned and took one last look at the dying fireplace in the room before following Tenneth out of the safety of the home.
When they emerged onto the street, Remora closed the door behind her and looked over the walls to see a column of smoke rising from about half a mile away. There must have been a crash there of some sort. What, though?
She was broken from her line of thought as out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Tenneth running toward the walls. After observing the street and making sure there were no guards, she decided it was safe to follow and thus did so.

No sooner than when she had arrived at Tenneth's position, she was lifted up into the sky and over the wall by some sort of magic. She stayed quiet though - what would the guards do if they saw her flying in the air at this moment, donning the robe of a magician?
When they were safely on the other side, Remora noticed Tenneth gasping for breath.
"Hey, are you ok...?" She asked, reaching out to put a hand around him and to support him as they walked toward the smoke.

The land around them became increasingly more barren and wild as they approached the crash site of what seemed to be an airship, or some sort of fighter. The column of smoke that rose from the wreckage increased in density and it was almost impossible to see if there were any survivors.
As Remora and Tenneth approached the long, deep rut caused by the ship's crash-landing, she let out a little gasp, barely able to contain her surprise. 
To her, the ship was massive and the flames dancing all about its structure seemed to give the impression that it was some sort of funeral pyre for giants. 
"Hey, is anyone alive there?" Remora called out into the rut and wreckage, hoping there would be someone alive at least.

[Taro Kyrai]

Taro's eyes slowly opened, his vision was blurry, but he could tell that he was in a tight spot. That crash wasn't exactly low profile, and it was sure to draw the attention of those in the city. He struggled with the seat's straps, once he finally managed to unlock them he felt a warm fluid running down his left cheek. Raising his hand to the area, he touched his fingertips to his cheek. There was a small horizontal cut running parallel to his eye on his cheekbone. Nothing to worry about. He wiped the blood off on his pants and began to look for a way out of the vehicle. He thought he heard something, a voice? But he couldn't see anything outside of the ship do to the coating of dirt and spiderweb cracks all throughout the glass.

In the corner of the cockpit he saw a metal prybar attached to the wall just under the seat. Must have been in place for just this situation. After a few minutes of fiddling with the controls, Taro managed to get a response, unlocking the cockpit. Though the hydraulics were shot, he used the prybar to force the cockpit open, sliding it back over the chassis. Normally this would be an easy task for him, but all of his energy had been drained by the grafts and implants to heal his more life threatening injuries. Taro labored over the task for a few minutes before finally forcing a wide enough opening to allow his escape.

Grabbing the survival pack behind his seat, Taro climbed out of the cockpit and onto the dirt pile that had been forced up in front of the ship. He rolled over onto the dirt in exhaustion and stared at the sky. To his utter surprise, there was a woman standing over him. She was wearing some sort of robe and had long pointed ears. He squinted through the dust, soot and blood coating his face. “Who? Why are there? What?” Taro shook his head and let it fall back into the dust. His hand still clutching the pack tightly. He looked straight up into the sky, speaking in a flat and uninterested tone. “If you're with The Sanctum. Please get it over with and kill me quickly, i'm not a fan of waiting, and i'm not telling you anything.” Taro knew that if these two were Sanctum soldiers, there would be nothing he could do. The adrenaline shots were all secured in the bag and by the time he managed to get one out, he'd already be dead. “If you're not. I'd be eternally grateful if you could get me one of the adrenaline shots out of that bag, i'm sorta drained....” He smiled, and let out a short laugh, which was cut off by him wincing at a jolt of pain that ran through his chest.

[Tenneth]

As he walked towards the wreckage, with the support of Remora, he sensed that his energy was returning and started to walk by himself, he could work one, maybe pushing two spells before his body fell into its “Recovery state” which was basically a trance state, but from the outside it looked like he was in a coma. He had hoped Remora would have some knowledge of the ancient arts and not leave him but he did not keep his hopes up.

He turned towards the smoek and realised it was what looked like an Airship but the Airship was in a complete mess. Parts of wood, metal, rubber tubes were lying everywhere. Although he did notice that this airship was not one of this era but of the world called Cocoon. How did someone from Cocoon end up here? He shook his head in disbelief. Either this guy was a generous or a complete idiot. He was expecting the later.

He looked around the wreckage and thought putting out the fire was the best idea. He summoned the familiar energy and created a large sphere and watched as the shimmering fire seeped into the orb.

As the last lick of flames, was absorbed by the sphere he turned around and clapped his hands realising the spell into the sky. He watched as the flames engulfed the air and as his energy again depleted. “I really have to stop doing this” he thought to himself.

The problem for Tenneth was the not realsing the spell but gathering up all the energy to realise the spell. Usally he would keep an orb of fire or water for emergencies but this orb was to large to been seen carrying around. It was about four maybe even five times the size of his firaga spell.

That was something that was bound to get you caught so he decided that realising the raging inferno was better. This was nearly the limits of his energy but he was able to stay awake and conscious, he knew his energy was at its limits.

As the last of the flames died out. He looked to the young man that had just crawled his way out of the wreckage. He looked just as bad as he felt, tired and on the brink of falling over. The young man was about to yell something but looked at Remora first and the complete shock on his face nearly made him fall over and laugh but he did not have the energy left.

Finally the young man said “If you're with The Sanctum. Please get it over with and kill me quickly, I’m not a fan of waiting, and I’m not telling you anything.”

“We are not with the Sanctum” replied Tenneth “We were passing through the area you could say, need a hand?” he turned towards Remora quietly said, “Leave this to me before I sleep” the look on her face made him give a small chuckle and he turned back to the young man.

“If you're not. I'd be eternally grateful if you could get me one of the adrenaline shots out of that bag, I’m sorta drained....” said the bizarre young man from the cockpit, well what looked like the remains of it anyway.

Tenneth could of climbed up there but knew he was not in the shape to do it. So he summoned one of the sphere's from his robe and launched it into the man.

He saw the fear on the man’s eyes as the orb hit him straight in the chest, the Sphere sparkled a bright green and the cure spelled healed as much as it could. The rest was up to the man.

Tenneth then said to Remora quietly so the new addition would not be able to hear them. “If he attacks us, I’m sorry but I cannot help. If he seems dangerous, kill him. If not, help him anyway you can. And before I fall unconscious, find somewhere safe for the night and I will awake tomorrow.”

And with that Tenneth sat on the warm grass and closed his eyes. Allowing the darkness to take him. He knew he would awake when his body had recovered. The only problem was Remora, what would she do know?

[remora]

"What?" Remora gasped inwardly as she smelt burning flesh from within the rubble. She looked over to the remains of where the cockpit should have been, raising a hand to shield her from the light of the flames. She continued supporting Tenneth until he was able to stand by himself or with the aid of his "walking stick".

When someone stumbled out of the cockpit, rolling over onto the mound of dirt that the airship had created upon its landing, Remora couldn't help but leap slightly backward in shock and stare in fear at this mysterious traveler.

She allowed Tenneth to take the questions and comments from the traveller, including the one about the Sanctum. Something rang in Remora's mind. That name was familiar, but she didn't know who they were. Were they the ones who did this much damage to the airship and caused it to crash-land?
When Tenneth mentioned him sleeping, Remora raised an eyebrow in response and he chuckled. She shook her head.
"A-adrenaline, right!" She spoke to herself as Tenneth began healing the man. She ducked down to where the man's emergency bag was, pulling out one of the Adrenaline shots. It looked like some sort of syringe and since Remora didn't exactly know what to do with it, she held it gingerly and put it in one of the man's hand after he had been healed.

When Tenneth fell asleep on the grass, she nodded her heads to the words he had just said beforehand.
"He doesn't seem dangerous though. Much." Remora bent down, wrapping his cloak around her body and whispered to him. She then stood up again, looking at the man who still seemed to be lying down. These two needed some recovery.

Sighing to herself, Remora examined the wreckage that lay before her. Little - if anything - would be salvageable from it, but she could see if there were any trees, life or large leaves she could find from the surrounding area that she had seen when she was elsewhere in the wild as she fended for herself.
Wrapping the cloak around her body, she set off on a short patrol walk to see if there was anything she could use. She came back minutes later, in luck. She had managed to find some sticks of wood and what seemed to be a large and disused awning.

She struck the wood diagonally into the ground as best as she could, then wrapping the awning round the ends of the sticks. If performed correctly, it would make a small sort of tent that the three would be able to fit in. It'd be cramped though.
She then dragged Tenneth into the tent and if need be, the traveller too. She then stayed watch outside the tent for any guards or dangers.

[Taro Kyrai]

They're not with the Sanctum... Thank god. Taro cracked a small smile in relief, then noticed the magic that Tenneth released towards him. His eyes grew wide and he threw up his forearms in a cross guard. Usually this would be enough to stop any magic headed towards him, as the grafts in his forearms could absorb it, but there was something strange about his magic, something unusual that stopped the extra from being absorbed. Anything that didn't directly come into contact with his forearms slipped through and hit him, leaving stripes of burned skin under his shirt. He shouted and rolled backwards. “What the hell?!?! You said you weren't Sanctum!” Kicking off of the ground and into a flip with the momentum from the roll, coupled with the energy pulled from the magic absorbed by his arms. He landed lightly on his feet, and was about to draw his pistols when he saw the man passed out on the ground.

Well that was it. The guy couldn't have meant to hurt him, there was no way someone would attack, then pass out like that. Could the man have been trying to help him, with magic? Shaking his arms out, he spoke surprisingly energetically for having been near unconscious a moment ago. “Whew, boy that was a jolt. Damn, the burns hurt a bit though....” A quick glance around brought his attention to Remora with the shot. He laughed a bit. “Oh thank god! I needed that.” He began to unravel the white cloth that was wrapped three quarters of the way up his forearm over his jacket. Once they were off, he removed his jacket and shirt, revealing the bright red burns where the magic touched him. With a slight grin, he took the shot from Remora and spun it around in his hand, pulling the cap off and jabbing it into his chest near the heart. The fluid drained quickly, and as his body burned the energy from the magic to heal his minor injuries, the adrenaline refueled him.

The narrow cut below his eye sealed up and his other small cuts and lacerations closed as well. All that stayed, were the burns where the magic touched him. Taro smiled and extended a hand to Remora. “I'm Lieutenant Taro Kyrai of the C.R.H armed forces.” He cocked his head to the side, noticing Remora's pointed ears. “I'm guessing you're Pulsian then? They're the only other kind I know of that can use magic, and I've never seen anyone like you on Cocoon.” Taro glanced away for a moment, then looked back at Remora with a very slight grin. “Not saying that's a bad thing.”

[remora]

[OOC: Quick Timeskip slightly backward to respond to Kyrai]

Before Remora had gathered the supplies, she noticed how robust this traveller had been after he had administered the adrenaline shot. She was also worried about the injuries he had sustained frm the magic. Perhaps his body couldn't take it?
"I'm Remora Blaze..." She spoke timidly for she didn't know the person before taking his hand to shake it. His name rang a very small bell, but it couldn't be much of a memory. It may only have been a mention by one of her parents but alas, she may never know.
"Actually, I don't know where I'm from, sorry..." She frowned, ignoring his observation of her ears. "But I am glad it's not a bad thing. Now help me collect the things I need for a tent?" She continued, setting off to gather the aforementioned supplies.

[Tenneth]

Tenneth hated the part when his body went into his mediation state. This was the price he paid for over using the magic he had known.

He could manipulate as much natural magic as he wanted but if he wanted to life he self over a wall, it was as if the energy he would use climbing it would encumber his body all at ounce. It was a very tiring magic but he would now change his way's just because he did not know any other way to use magic, nor did he want to learn.

He could see what was going on around him, but not with eyes but with his sixth sense. He could see the natural flow of magic.

He watched his two new companions move around and talk to each other while seeting up something, what he could not tell but he guessed it was a makeshift tent.

He must of weighed a tone while being unconscious. His body was just dead weight while he was absorbing the magic around him to restore his body anew.

This was the fourth time this has ever happened to him and the first time it had happened he thought he was going to die, but his master had told him through his magic. That this was a restoration process so that his body would become stronger.

The downside to this was the fact you were completely defenceless until your body was ready to move again. When that would be? He had no idea so he just lay there allowing his body to rest.

Hours passed while he lay there and as if the time had struck the right hour, he opened his eyelids to await even further questions.

He was really starting to hate questions.

He slowly rose upright, rubbing his head. Did Remora catch him before he fell? Because he had one killer headache. He reached out for the familiar magic of the orbs hidden in his robe and summoned the last of two, Cure orbs in his robes.

He watched as the orbs ran straight through his head allowing the magic to heal the throbbing slightly. The green magic whispering around his forehead.

He then turned to his new companions. “I'm sorry for that.” He said with a grin.

He created a sphere in the air and sent it into his robe again pulling out his Cigarette tin. He then pulled one out, used some of the fire that had been made and started smoking.

“First things first, I’m sorry Remora for the intrusion.” Meaning the fact that he had just reached into the pocket using magic, with the robe she was wearing. “And second, what are the questions you two would like answered? And three, is there any food left?” when he had been unconscious he could see the magic of dying animal. He absorbed what magic the animal had but know he was hungry.

He didn't feel very good, like he had a hangover, but these people needed answers and know he thought might the only time they had.

[Taro Kyrai]

Taro smiled at Remora, commenting on her 'I have no idea where i'm from' remark. “Well that's alright Ms. Blaze, because I have no idea where I am. So we're on somewhat even ground.” Then he nodded. “And i'd be glad to help you out.” Following Remora, Taro collected whatever she dictated. Until she turned around in response to Tenneth. Taro brought everything that he had collected (It really wasn't much) and dropped it next to the tent. Tenneth had asked if they had any questions. And Taro sure as hell had questions.

“Well, first off. I'd like to know who you are and why you decided to blast me with magic.” He held up two fingers, indicating the second. “Then, i'd like to know why your magic doesn't work the same as others. It's like it flowed right around my forearm plates....” Taro shook his head and held up a third finger. “Last. And this is less of a question. Refrain from shooting that arcane crap at me again.” He stepped away and grabbed the survival pack, tossing it to Tenneth. “There, that should have enough food to hold you over.”

Taking a step back, he heard Remora's question. He flashed a quick smile. “Honestly. I don't know why i'm here. I was part of a faction known as the C.R.H on Cocoon. We were in the middle of a major battle on the edge of Cocoon when some sort of weird storm scattered us all throughout the world. From what i've gathered. It was when the worlds merged. As for how I got here. Well, I took my ship. Though after the storm, my memory cuts out, the loss has even started to encroach on my older memories. The longer I wandered around out there the more I forgot.” When she asked about 'other people like her' while playing with her ear, a faint spark of memory returned. He looked off to the side, trying to remember. “There's something.... someone that you remind me of......” Taro glanced back up with a pained look. “But I can't put my finger on it... Someone I knew, very well.”