#rapidflurry

Levia had been searching district gamma for the old laboratories she had heard about. She didn’t know if there would be any info of UNION in them or not- probably not she had been here long enough to learn that this was, in fact, not a UNION training program.

But things had been taken from her world, from other peoples worlds and put into this one so . . . It couldn’t hurt, right? She had been ruffling through the buildings rather quickly, checking everything.

She just wanted to know, why any bit of information. . . Why? Why did they do what they did to her, why was she allowed to roam free. . . Why did she have to kill her own kind.

Why?

She had heard stories of ghosts and specters as well, she wasn’t terribly afraid of these. After all she had fought similar things back home.

           With a triumphant smile she would slowly raise up her small little camera to take a quick picture. Which would have been perfect, but then it turned blurry. With feeling a hand being placed on her shoulder, a yell would come forth from her almost automatically while her hands jerked right as she pushed the button to take a picture. Yep, that was definitely one she’d have to delete.

           ❝ I am…I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to yell like that. ❞ This was probably another reoccurring thing of she was in someone’s way again while she had her nose into her journal wasn’t it? Goddesses, she really needed to start paying attention. ❝ Er – did you need my attention? Or am I in the way? ❞

Age: 19

Position: uhhhhmmm Class 4?? I’m an adventurer by trade so my skills in dungeon diving is great. I think. 

“I guess it’s lucky Raynold isn’t here, he’d wrap me up in cotton wool.” Lucy thought aloud, looking at her bruised knuckles. 

Normally she healed quite quickly but it seemed the same affliction that had caused her to lose much of her physical strength and speed had also taken it’s toll on her healing factor. 

She wasn’t usually the type to stare for obvious reasons. Though being in this place for so long you couldn’t help it, ESPECIALLY when certain things that weren’t here before are now a regular thing and makes you feel uncomfortable. Such as certain people you’ve never seen before looking a lot like someone who’s a regular customer at the blacksmith’s back on another world. 

Well, its not like she’s seen people just randomly start riding on Dragons so at least THAT wasn’t happening. 

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Something soft encompasses the swordsman as he sits cross-legged on the ground. In his hand, he offers a raisin, pinched between his gloved fingers and arm outstretched toward the base of a tree. A lover of all animals, Lloyd had easily taken notice to the young squirrel curled fearfully among the roots and quickly decided to share his snack.

It was still rather earlier in the spring for young animals to have left their nest. The squirrel isn’t a newborn, from what he can tell, but it looks a bit rattled by its environment. Perhaps it was lost?

Sucking his teeth softly, Lloyd hopes to entice the small animal, which raises its stubby ears and fixes him with a wide-eyed stare.

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Sonya wasn’t having the best day right now, she had been exploring one of the districts- not too deep into it just getting a feel for the area. Unfortunately there had been some kind of Terror near the entrance. What it was exactly she didn’t know- just some kind of abomination.

Had she had even half her powers available dealing with it wouldn’t have been an issue. Heck just one of her weapons would’ve done. She rested in the industrial sector. The monster from the district below- whatever it was called she couldn’t remember. Seemed to have backed off for now.

Her breathing was heavy and she had already used two of her recovery spells. she could feel blood run down her arm as she sat down. Was it worth using the last spell now? What if the creature came back again? Her head was hurting, this was far from an ideal situation.

Thankfully she saw someone in the distance- hopefully they were the helpful type. They looked a little familiar but distinctly different at the same time. It reminded her of certain warriors back home. She called out to whoever they were. Gripping her weapon behind her and hiding it from view, if they weren’t trustworthy she’d just have to end them first.