Time Slayers [Xavi and Cora RP]
 

Since Xavi's crazy and she loves this idea so much, she's doing a onexone with the wonderful Cora. The story will be based off the group RP, sharing the same design, layout, and character roles. In the spoilers below, you'll find the original details. The next two posts will be reserved for Xavi and Cora's characters. Once those are up, our story shall begin. You're welcome to read along or stalk!

Xavi's characters:

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THE LEADER

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appearance
Maevelin "Maeve" Gwen Peche
Twenty-two years old
Female
5-foot, 9-inches
Brunette with deep ruby red eyes

personality
Calm, collect, and brave. Maeve has the courage of a lion, the brains of the scarecrow, and the strength of the tin man. Although she's not the smartest cookie, she is very good at getting people to follow her lead. Perhaps it has to do with her barely covered breasts or maybe it's just the confidence she has. Maeve isn't overly kind, but she's not stern either. She's just the perfect mix of friendly and strict.

fears, powers & items
ITEM -- She's not sure why her parents turned into a feather, but she's not about to remove it from her hat.
FEAR -- Maeve is absolutely terrified of ships. Ever since she was little, Maeve has had a fear or water and boats.
POWER -- It's just Maeve's luck that she would have the ability to control water.
AWAKENING TRANSFORMATION -- Before Maeve's able to bend water to her will, she must undergo a transformation. Wrapping her arms around her body, Maeve tucks her chin against her chest. Out of nowhere, a tidal wave of water laps over her and alters her clothing. The second the water subdues, she's wearing a pilot suit.

history
Maeve was the daughter of a Navy man and a salon artist. Getting her looks from mom and her courage from dad, the brunette grew up with a pretty normal life. It wasn't until she was seven when Maeve felt her world get ripped apart. While her father was on a sea-based mission, his ship was targeted and sunk. Her father lost his life that day and, ever since, Maeve hasn't gone near water.

The rest of her life went pretty smoothly. She had average grades and did get into college. She was going to be a singer, or so that was her desire. However, those dreams were cut short when she discovered her first gig would be on a cruise ship. Instantly dropping out of school, Maeve now cuts hair with her mom and absolutely hates her life. She's been wishing for adventure and something to do. And just last night, she got that. Only, it came with a heavy price -- the loss of her mother.

The two were on their way home from work when a semi-truck collided into them. On a bridge, their car went into the water and the river swallowed her mother whole. When she awoke the next day, Maeve was alone in a hospital with nothing but a fancy feather at her side. Her mother loved feathers and there was something warm and familiar about this feather. But why....?

Pushing up from the bed, Maeve has set out to figure out what's going on. She'll stop at nothing to get to the bottom of this, even if it means... murder.

THE KID

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appearance
Shayla "Shay" R. McAther
Ten
Female
4-foot
Blond hair and blue eyes

personality
Cheeky, bubbly, and cute. Shay is just what you would expect from a chubby-cheeked ten year old. She's super naive and innocent, too. Shay's terrified of the dark and anything scary. She clings to nice people and is super polite. Shay's also pretty smart for a kid, as she can pick up when people are annoyed with her. Even though she's a cry baby and needy at times, she's a joy to be around.

fears, powers & items
ITEM -- The necklace around her neck. The blue orb in the center is actually made from her mother's and grandma's tears.
FEAR -- Blood. Shay cannot stand the sight of blood. It makes her faint!
POWER -- Blood summoning. By pricking her finger and drawing blood marks on her body, Shay is able to summon a soul back to this earth. By doing this, she's able to control the movements of this departed soul. Essentially, Shay's a puppet master.
AWAKENING TRANSFORMATION -- To access her powers, Shay drops to her knees and screams into the sky. Darkness swallows her whole and when she appears, her blond hair falls white and blood tattoos appear on her face (like the above image).

history
Shay, being an old child, was often kept at home and out of harm's way. With her dad and brother gone (car accident), Shay's mom and grandma did everything to keep her safe. She was even home schooled, spending almost no time out in the public. Living a sheltered life, you can only imagine what must be going through her mind the morning she found her mother and grandma dead. Alone, scared, and afraid, she cried before their lifeless bodies. If it hadn't been for Eren who heard her whimpering, Shay would probably be dead, too.

THE MECHANIC HEALER

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Eren Irwin Johnson
Twenty-six years old
Male
6-foot, 2-inches
Ginger with green eyes

personality
Eren's one of those quiet, shy guys whose a super sweetheart. He's got a good head on his shoulders and will go out of his way to help people. He's great around kid and he's very careful when entering hostile situations. Eren's the kind of guy who would rather talk things out than use his fists. To sweeten his package, Eren's a rather smart guy. He's a licensed mechanical engineer. Prior to getting roped into this disaster, he was working for the government (yes, that explains his quiet nature).

fears, powers & items
ITEM -- Odds as it sounds, Eren's parents and sister turned into a book. Although the pages are blank now, they will soon fill up with spells and blueprints that will prove to be mighty useful for Eren.
FEAR -- Unclear or straightforward answers. Eren cannot stand ambiguity and dislikes having multiple options. He likes to follow one order rather than "pick something" he likes.
POWER -- Kotodama user. Eren is able to speak a word and an object will materialize. He needs to be specific enough to make it appear properly though. If he said "ship," he could either get a boat or a plane. Eren's powers are limited to inanimate objects only. The larger the object, the harder it is to summon.
AWAKENING TRANSFORMATION -- To begin his awakening to get his powers, a jolt of lightning must strike him while his tongue is out. Since his power is word-based, his tongue needs to be super-charged. The second that happens, his body engulfs in flames as purple lightning dances around his burning body. As he's burning, his clothing melts away and is replaced by a skin-tight spandex suit (the far right one). A mask or black, pink, and yellow veils his eyes and hides his true identity.

history
Growing up in a pretty traditional home, Eren learned that life isn't handed to you on a silver platter. His dad was laid off, forcing his mom to go back to work. A few years later, she left the work force to have Eren's younger sister, Ginny. For a few years, his family struggled to get by but then the miracle happened -- his father was given a rare opportunity. Almost instantly, the money was flowing again and things looked so much better. It was like this until his final year in high school. With the economy down, his dad was laid off. This time, his mother went to work (again) and stayed working. Throughout Eren's college years, his mother flew up through the ranks and eventually landed VP of Operations at her company. His dad also found a job that's perfect for him.

Eren graduated college at 23 and has worked at an engineering firm until, well... this morning. Upon waking up, he discovered that his entire neighborhood was burned to the ground. Surprised to be alive, he spent the morning looking for survivors. Coming up empty, he decided it was time to head toward the city and see if he could find life (and answers). Along his way, he heard the familiar sound of a child screaming. Whirling around, he discovered a girl covered in blood who looked pale as a ghost. Swooping her up, Eren now travels with Shay as they look inot what's been happening to the planet. Where and why as darkness come and why is it getting worse with each ticking minute?

THE BEAST

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Cailean (KA-len) Jay Raziel
Twenty-three years old
Male
5-foot, 11-inches
Blue hair with orange-brown eyes

personality
CJ's always been a bit rough around the edges. He's a tad aggressive (take the word tad with a grain of salt) and very easily peeved. Hot-headed and reckless are just two more terms people throw at him. Sure, he's moody and mean, but he hasn't had the best of lives. He's by no means smart, but he's not stupid either. People would call him street smart and a survivor. He has what it takes to win - courage and strength.

fears, powers & items
ITEM -- CJ's parents turned into a deck of cards. He has no idea why, but he assumes they know something he doesn't.
FEAR -- Uncertainly and illusions. CJ has never been a fan of magic and mystery, finding it too strange for his mind to wrap around. He would rather use his brawn than deal with myths and lore.
POWER -- Illusions. Drawing from his deck of cards, CJ is able to summon or conjure up different magical things. If he draws a "black hole" card, a black hole appears and will suck things from this earth. If he summons a "wings of destiny" card, he will be able to shoot a light attack from his wings. The cards are ceaseless in abilities and powers; understanding how to use these enhancements and powers is where the real fun lies.
AWAKENING TRANSFORMATION -- When he's able to use his powers, a while orb forms around him. His body moves into the sky and suddenly feathers fall from his orb. Slowly, wings appear out his back and wrap around his body. His clothing changes to that of an adventurer's garments. The second all the feathers from the orb fall, he's able to use his power to its full ability.

history
Ever since he can remember, CJ had been living with his foster parents. He has no idea where his real folks are, and he's not about to look into their disappearance further. Although he hates the idea of living with foster parents, CJ isn't mean or rude to them. He understands that they want nothing to do with him too. Things took a turn for the worse when he turned 16 and dropped out of school. Picking up drugs and alcohol, the kid soon found himself behind bars and in need of serious help. Loathing every moment of it, he eventually got out for good behavior two years later.

Getting his GED diploma a year later, CJ works two part time jobs now. One where he's a shop floor worker at a manufacturing place and another where he works at a construction yard. CJ prefers physical labor, as you could probably guess. Hitting up the gym every day before and after work, the twenty-year-old enjoys his life alone. Living with his girlfriend of three years now and their 9-month old, CJ is pretty content with his life.

Or he was. This morning he awoke to a bed soaked in blood. Not finding a body, he presumes both his girlfriend and baby are dead. While frantically searching for them, he happened upon two hand prints on the wall (one large and one small) that were in the shape of a heart. Written in blood below were the words, "Your strength will protect you."

-Cora's Characters-

THE STRATIGIST

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appearance
Collin Farthsword
Twenty-one
Male
6-foot, 2-inches
Normally Black hair with Vivid Blue eyes

personality
Collin is the quiet one in the group. He doesn't say a whole lot, and when he does its often times short and to the point which makes him come across as rather short. He doesn't really know how to be anything other then completely blunt about what he's thinking which doesn't often win him alot of friends. He's extremely intelligent, and can give even the smartest competition a run for there money.

fears, powers & items
ITEM -- Never a tie wearer before, now he never goes without. His tie was once his younger sister gabriella, his only family.
FEAR -- He has the ungodly fear of being wrong. He is never wrong, but has this fear that the world will end the day he is wrong about something. He is also, funny enough, terrified of bunny rabits and anything White and furry because they remind him of gabriella.
POWER -- Collins power is hightened intuition. He is always able to see three moves ahead. He knows that if you move to the left one foot, the person next to you will die. He is able to predict the chain of events that set's one thing into motion, the pencil falls so a woman gets killed.
AWAKENING TRANSFORMATION -- Before Collin can use his power he reaches a hand towards the sky to draw in the light which runs down from his fingers and and down his arm until he is entirely encased in a blanket of light. When the light disapates his mind has been enlightened and so has his hair. Once black hair is now stark white, and he now wears the gear of a shining knight.

history
Life for Collin and Gabriella was never easy, not even from the beginning. They where born into a poor mans life, but their parents tried to make the most of everything they had, even if it wasn't much. However, when Collin was just 12 years there parents died, leaving Collin and Gabriella to fend for themselves.

In the beginning collin made the most of things, learning how to beg, and do odd jobs of people just to keep himself and gabriella fed. It worked for a while and eventually Collin was able to secure a part time job while Gabriella kept there less then perfect home. It wasn't perfect but at least they had each other, and for them it was enough.

One day there was a violent shooting outside of Collin and Gabriella's home and the two of them where caught in the crossfire. Collin doesn't remember all of what happened but when he woke up he was bleeding and alone in a dark alley and gabriella was no where to be found. A random tie had been wrapped around his hand though.

THE NOISY ARTIST

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appearance
Arya Kalitburg
Eighteen
Female
5-foot, 1-inch
Long Fire-y red hair, steel grey eyes

personality
If Collin is the quiet and calculating type, then Arya is his complete opposite. She is a bright light in everyone though as she always sees the positive in a situation and is often the moment to smile even in the darkest of times. But being the every optimist does have its downsides too, she is reckless and always follows her heart. She’s the first one in a room to tell you what she thinks in a loud and rambunctious sort of way. She’s quick to make a decision but also quick to follow through on this decision as she rushes headlong into danger which often leads her into extreme danger.

fears, powers & items
ITEM – Her hair bow. Her hairbow is her best friend and secret loved one.
FEAR – She greatly fears losing people because she wasn’t quick enough to react. She feels like she lost the one person she held most dear to her because she wasn’t quick enough to save him. She also regrets that she never told him how she felt about him. Now she is both rash and honest about her feelings because she never wants this to happen again.
POWER -- She has a paintbrush that has the power to take anything she paints and make it a reality. Her paintbrush can create anything, alive or not, but more complex things take a good deal longer to paint fully functional so it is not really all that practical to paint creatures in the midst of battle.
AWAKENING TRANSFORMATION – Arya must use her paintbrush to paint herself into a cocoon. Once inside there is a moment’s pause before the cocoon bursts into a sea of rainbow colored butterflies revealing her to be a Lolita princess(Still her red hair and grey eyes though)

history
Arya was always a loner. Shy, awkward, and never knowing what to say to people, she grew up in the foster care system. As a child she was always alone, an awkward child who was shifted from one place to the next just trying to find the right place to call home. Unfortunately, Arya never was adopted into a good loving home, but at the age of 16 she left the foster care system to live her life on her own.

Full of ambition she continued to go to school but got herself a job on the side where she could be able to afford a cheap little apartment. She had one friend in all her childhood and even though they where both awkward kids they often times found themselves shuffled into the same households. When Arya moved out on her own Adam did as well. The two of them remained extremely close, to the point that they were hardly ever separated.

At the age of 17 she started to realize that what had always been extreme friendship of her best friend had now turned into love, but she never had the guts to tell him. The two of them got caught in an apartment fire at her home and Arya panicked, and had no idea how to react. The smoke overtook her. She passed out. Later she woke up in the ambulance with a beautiful black ribbon next to her. She always knew the ribbon was her lost love.

THE HEAVENLY

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Kitalia Erenright
She’s unsure anymore, though she believes herself to be around 30.
Female
5-foot, 6-inch
Long White hair and blank grey eyes.

Personality
Kitalia is distant. There is a soft, almost airy quality about her as if she was living on her own cloud far away from where her body is. She tends to not talk to the group anymore then she has to feeling like it’s probably best that she doesn’t get attached, or perhaps it’s just that people in general terrify her, or maybe she really has lost a piece of herself long ago. She tried to hand pick this group of people but regardless of her failure she does want them to succeed so she helps where she guides them through what she knows but she leaves most of the work to the leader and the strategist.

fears, powers & items
ITEM – The bell caller around her neck, though she’s been in this city of lost souls so long she has lost most of her life from before. She knows the collar is important, but she doesn’t remember why.
FEAR – Dying, she tried to hand pick a powerful team so that this time they might avoid dying. She also fears getting too close to people because she’s afraid to lose the ones she loves. If she loves no one, she can’t lose them.
POWER -- Clairvoyance, which she has no control over, images come to her of the future at random . She also has the power of divine prayer. If she falls to her knees and prays to her divine being then her wishes come true, but at a price. Her power saps from her very life force leaving her completely and utterly drained. If the prayer was strong enough it will cause her to faint for hours or even days.
AWAKENING TRANSFORMATION – Kitalia’s transformation comes through her falling to her knees in deep prayer. Giant wings made of pure white light wrap themselves around her in a gentle embrace that when it breaks reveals her to be a divine angel

history
Kitalia has been awaken to the kingdom of Vitex a very long time, constantly stuck in a loop of time repeating itself, she lost her first team to the lost. She remembers nothing but her days with her first team. Her real life was lost to her long ago.

She took to watching those not awakened after her first failed attempt at saving loved ones from the lost. She used her divine powers of wishing to try and awaken those that she felt would be most suited to her team. For the first time ever, fate intervened, and her powers failed. Her team isn’t what she would have picked, but still…..she tries to make do with what she’s given.

THE ROMANTIC

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David Alexander
Twenty-One
Male
5-foot, 11-inch
Short greenish brown hair.

Personality
Who doesn’t love the one who can’t help but play the hero. He likes to call himself reckless with a cause. He’s usually level headed and cool except when someone he loves is in trouble, then all hell breaks loose. He loses his cool in the heat of fire and becomes brash and often reckless. He won’t wait around for the rest of the group to make a decision. He’s pissed and he wants the situation taken care of now Now NOW.
fears, powers & items
ITEM – He has a marble in his pocket which was once his father.
FEAR – Losing the person he loves most dearly. He’s also deathly afraid of snakes. Face him against the first and he grows stronger in the face of losing the one he loves. Pit him against a snake and he’ll scream like a little girl
POWER – Control over plant life.
AWAKENING TRANSFORMATION – David’s transformation entails thorny vines wrapping themselves entirely around him. Suddenly they dissipate into a sea of rose petals and he is wearing a Rogue Costume

history
David’s life is extraordinarily normal if truth be told. He was an only child raised by a single father who worked hard but was able to give David a fairly normal life. David loved his father dearly. The two of them were in a plan that crashed in the end. David is still not sure how he survived and his father died, but he would do anything to have him back.

Celestya had fallen to her knees before the alter at the old church. Its shuttered walls and fallen refuse had long since been abandoned by the likes of man. Still it was a holy place, and holy places where a place of sanctuary. Holy lands were sacred places, even if the holy land was long forgotten. She bowed her head in an unspoken prayer, her heart calling forth the names that she had chosen, awakening them from the eternal slumber that would consume their souls to the lost. Silently she offered the unspoken words to the gods the heavens that had blessed her with a second chance, a chance at redemption.

Her mind fell to her original team, each of them had been so willing to participate, so willing to try in the beginning and yet, they had failed. They hadn’t been able to overcome the challenge of being alone. It broke her heart to have had to watch them suffer as they did, in the end they had let their souls be corrupted by the attachment to life before the awakening. They had let the lost consume them, and in the end they had become lost themselves.

When she had found herself truly alone she had wondered the earth in search for a place to stop, a place to rest her broken wings, but there had been no where that would have her. Villages with high walls surrounding them, shutting the people within off from the rest of the world, no one was to take in the fallen angel. What good did a blind woman do for the good of the village, to the people within the village only those with valid worth could be let in, everything else was too much of a risk. How could she blame them, the world had become a dark, dark place.

She could feel them, the summoned, as her prayer was answered. Something had gone wrong….these where not the ones she had prayed would receive the awakening. She felt confusion, burning deep within her, did the Gods feel she had chosen wrong? She had neither time nor energy to try to send these ones back and gather the ones she had chosen. She slumped against the alter, the energy from that prayer was strong, and took a lot from her. The gods be praised she did not lose herself this day, her knew team would need her guidance, they would be confused. She listened at first in silence as they discovered themselves and their team.

Arya looked around the room in confusion, why had she been brought to this place. A bit of bickering banter went on between the one with the thick brittish accent labeled as “The Leader” and another red headed man labeled as the “The Healer”. The former seemed to be getting confused and angry while the latter started off putting her in her place. Another blue haired male seemed to be trying to leave but couldn’t. She looked around the room in devastating confusion. It wasn’t long before she was commenting on the comments from the group, “The Lost!?” she had said when the other mentioned fighting the lost and the hero’s that had come before, “How could I possibly fight the Lost!? I’m nothing special, just a simpleton.” She looked down at her feet, at the words inscribed below them. The noisy Artist? “What could a noisy artist do!?” she hadn’t said it in an angry way, loud yes, but her voice was full of vivid curiosity. She really had wanted to know what she could do to help, probably the most immediately willing member of the group. She let out a soft giggle bouncing on the balls of her feet, “At any rate, if magic is involve sign me up!”

Collin hadn’t been talking much, as talking really wasn’t his thing. Instead he had been listening to each of them, and observing all of them. The one labeled as the healer mentioned a group of individuals from before, and seemed to observe that they were to be the ones to take that place. In his mind that seemed to make sense. He observed the titles under each of their feet. The leader, the mechanical healer, the kid, the beast, the romantic, the noisy artist, the heavenly and him, the strategist. A few of the names seemed to be rather odd choices to him if they were going to try and save the world, but who was he to judge.

The Leader seemed to looked to the heavenly for guidance, and asked her if she was there guardian angel. Celestya used the alter to get to her feet although shakily. She turned in the direction of the Leader, a woman with a heavy British accent. She couldn’t see her, but generally it made people feel more comfortable around her blindness if they felt she was paying them attention, “Guardian Angel…..it’s been a long time since anyone has called me that.” Her mind wondered to Gavin, a member of the old team who had taken to lovingly calling her Angel, a sad sardonic smile played her lips, “I guess in a sense yes, you could call me that. I am here to act as your guide in the times ahead. As the healer had mentioned, you are here to help me battle the lost in the fight for humanity. Powers, is that what he called them, we always called them our gifts. Each of you where granted a gift, to use in the trying times ahead”

Once again Arya let out a gleeful squeal, “So then we really DO get to use super powers! I’m in, totally in”
Celestya made to move towards them, but in her heavily weakened state she nearly fell. David, who was closest to her dashed forward and caught her before she fell, he spoke in a soft almost not heard voice, “Are you Alright, miss, here, you can lean on me if you need to move. I don’t mind”

She seemed shocked at first but then smiled, She placed a hand on his cheek to feel where he was “The romantic, I would say” she smiled softly, “Thank you, that would be nice. Summoning you lot here has drained most of my life force for the moment. I will need to recuperate before we move out again. Consuming of a lost would be ideal, but I don’t think we should attempt that until I’ve properly introduced you to your gifts.”

Collin had been listening intently the whole time but one note struck him as extremely sour. He could tell that the heavenly woman was blind, but he turned in her direction anyways. “Excuse me, if I might, but if we are here…doesn’t that mean the other group failed. What happened to them?”

It was as if a tidal wave had washed over her, and she fell against David who held tight to keep her from falling. She turned to the man who had spoken, “The strategist, I would guess,” she said softly, “To answer your question, because I think you need to know the truth, my last team was lost to the lost. They failed.”

Collin watched as each of them made their introductions to the group. He knew he would reserve truthful judgment until the time that he knew them better, right now however he was finding himself quick to notice little quirks about each of them. Things that annoyed him, or things that he found interesting about each of them. Maeve, as she called herself, was the leader. She had taken charge so that was a good thing, she had an accent that was sort of nice as well.

The healer, Eren, and the Kid, Shay, appeared to know one another. At this point in time the healer appeared to be the Kids guardian. The child was already starting to get on Collin’s nerves just a hair, perhaps he was destined to deal with her but until she actually proved herself useful Collin really just found her fairly annoying. He looked to CJ next, interesting enough another Collin, but Collin couldn’t find much to say about the man yet, he was neither here nor there. It appeared that it was now Collin’s turn to introduce himself, at least everyone was looking at him to do so.

He said little, and didn’t choose to give too much away. Instead he gave only the information they had asked for and nothing more. “Collin Farthsword” he grunted a bit in a genial display that he was displeased at the current situation, “Twenty-One, From New Korna” he paused for a moment looking around at everyone around him, what a funny team they were, they too however seemed to have gifts so he wouldn’t sound crazy mentioning his, he lifted his tie with one hand, “My gift is this tie”

Arya had been patiently waiting, or at least as patiently waiting as her busy body would allow, now however she could no longer contain herself. “My turn, My turn” she said with a bouncy air that was filled with excitement, almost like she thought they were going on a group picnic rather they headed into battle. She was waving her hand around in the air with shaky excitable movements. “My name is Arya Kalitburg, Eighteen years old! So don’t y’all be treating me like a kid now” she put on an extremely fake pout that made Collin raise an eyebrow, he was wrong, the little girl shay was a saint compared to this one.

“I come from the Village of Dorth. My gift….well you see” he face went oddly dark for a moment as if she was thinking about some forbidden past, but then her face lit up again in amusement as she said quite loudly, “My gift is my song!” and then she proceeded to sing a popular pop song from a time long past, it would have been a song they all would have recognized, and she wasn’t a bad singer either. If times had been different, she may have been an entertainer. She leaned her head comically on Collin’s shoulder as if serenading him.

His face turned slightly red but then he quickly tried to hide this fact by growling and pushing the girl away so she giggled and bounded off a bit to serenade another male in the room, the healer, what had he called himself, Eren? Collin got a little angry at this, despite having pushed her away, and said quite loudly, “If you would tell us your gift so we can move on, we don’t have time for such non-sense”

Arya looked serious once more, and then nodded at him, “I was only trying to lighten the mood, it’s so very gloomy in here. But you’re right, I apologize, I got a bit out of hand.” She took to carefully untying the Black ribbon that held up her unruly red hair. My gift is this ribbon; it’s from someone very special to me.” She looked over at the only two other people standing in the room, the heavenly leaning heavily on the romantic, “It’s you guys up”

David looked at the group, “Just a moment” he said very suavely, he looked down at the heavenly who looked so pal and fragile and spoke softly, “If you’ll let me, I’m going to take you over to that pew over there, It’ll allow you time to rest while you talk to us, I don’t think you need to be standing”

The heavenly nodded and with the help of David the two of them made it over to pew, at which point David turned back to the oddball group and spoke to them, “My turn yes” he said with a smile at them, “My name is David, I’m 21 years old and I’m from Pendlance, My gift” he took a moment to dig around in his pocket for the thing, when he finally found it he held it up for all of them to see “My gift is this here marble”

At this point everyone was looking to the heavenly, she couldn’t see them but she knew they were looking to her, but it was only natural when introductions had gone around the room that it would now be her turn. She smiled vaguely, “I suppose that it is my turn at all this, My name is Kitalia, I haven't come from anywhere is a very long time, I am these days a wonderer." she neglected to leave out the part that she couldn't remember where she came from even, She thought for a moment, "My age is around the age of 30, give or take a year or so. For those who couldn't tell, I am blind, and have been so for a very long time." she said this as if it where merely a conversation starter over a cup of tea, "My gift, is my bell, its been with me since the last group"

She took a deep sigh, she wasn't getting any stronger, but at least she had to have strength to get them started before she collapsed entirely. She hated that she was forced to rely so much on others, it was a blessing and a curse. "Leader" her name eluded her for a moment, but then it came to her, "I think your name was Maeve, I would come to you, but really I'll be admitting of my own weakness, I couldn't walk to you in this state, I need lost souls, but this comes first" She waited for a moment, but then said, to the whole group, "I will need to see you each individually, and with your gift. I know this is alot to take in, but I know I have not much time, my strength is fading fast."

She turned her head in the direction that Maeve was in when she had asked if she could call her Kita. It had been a long time since anyone had given her any sort of nickname. There was something kind in the act, almost personal, and a small smile played Kitalia’s lips for a moment. She had told herself that she wouldn’t be drawn in to this group, not personally, not emotionally, not again. The last group had been like a family to her and her lost of them nearly tore her apart. She couldn’t afford to let that happen again, and yet she already felt herself drawn in to them, growing comfortable with them. She smiled softly, “Yes I think Kita will work fine”

She was contemplating how to answer Maeve’s questions when another in the group appeared to answer for her. She listened as Eren told them everything he knew about the lost and the previous battle. Kitalia closed her eyes and remembered them. This boy, one she had not chosen, was smart. Smarter than the one she had chosen. No wonder the gods had chosen him for healer and mechanic. He was both smart and gentle.

She smiled again at Maeve’s sentiments. Despite herself she was becoming attached to them, each of them, against her wishes. She held up a hand to quiet them as she began to explain, both about the past and the future. “The Mechanical Healer…” she said as she turned her face in the direction he had previously been, whether he was still there she did not know, she tried to remember his name, “Eren? I think that’s what you called yourself. A good majority of the stories have truth to them. The lost, they are souls, souls of those who died wrongfully. A good deal many of them died brutal deaths and some are from the lost themselves.”

She paused for a moment and took a ragged breath, “I know not the anger of the gods, only what our destiny to do. We are to use the gifts of eternal love, the ones left behind by those that loved us, and we are to wield that love against the lost. Love is the greatest gift god gave to man, the capacity to love endlessly.” She quieted for a moment and looked at the room noticing it had remained quiet though she was sure a few of them had yet to be convinced, “As for these powers, Eren here had another good point. I will unlock them within you, but I cannot awaken them. It will be the power of each of you to figure out how to awaken them within yourselves. So each of you will awaken when the time is right and when the time comes you will know what to do. Each of you will have a trigger that ”

She coughed a bit into her hand and then continued, “Right now I will be searching each of your minds to find that moment to unlock the gifts, but again that doesn’t mean you will be able to use them immediately. I will start with Maeve here, as she is our leader.” She reached her hands up to touch the sides of Maeve’s face, near here temples. It was a gentle touch but there was something almost cold about it. She turned her face in the direction of Maeve’s and whispered softly, “This may hurt a little bit…”

She closed her eyes and leaned forward a bit; searching through the depths of Maeves mind, for what was something that only she would know. It was different, than one might think. Kitalia was not reading Maeve’s mind nor was it likely that she would remember any moment from the search after the point but she did know what she was looking for, a light amongst all the darkness that was the depth of ones mind.

Maeve would feel a pull, gentle at first and then harder. The fragmented pieces of things would make sense to Maeve but not to Kitalia, glimpses of memories flashing past, ghosts of times long past, moments lost to all but those that lived them. She searched quickly trying to find that one shining moment when everything would click and make sense, and that she could latch on that to unlock what was so special about Maeve’s gift.

She found it after a few more brief moments but hundreds of more loose flickers. She had gotten good at this after the last group, but someone….she didn’t remember who now, had told her if she stayed too long she’d get stuck permanently in the recesses of someone’s mind. Thankfully she was good at this now and as soon as she found it she did what she needed to and got out of there.

She fell back against the pew more exhausted then she had been before her travel into Maeve’s memories and now she was shaking a bit as well. Nothing completely noticeable at least not yet, but she could feel it. Weak quivering that ran through her, she would have a hard time getting through all of them, of that she was certain. She looked up at Maeve and whispered hoarsely “Most people can’t unlock them on their own, they can activate there powers because they must, but unlocking them is different and often leaves the person trapped within their own mind. The beginning of the end of my last team was when poor little Ellea became trapped in her own mind, I couldn’t find her and I couldn’t bring her back….”

She paused wondering if to continue, but then she looked at them, they deserved to know the truth. “Your mind is a precious thing….guard it well, for out there the lost have immense power. Some can curse, freeze, blind, and cut you. But some, the stronger lost out there may take over your mind. If you aren’t careful to protect it, you won’t be able to come back.”

She lifted a hand to the group, and spoke her voice growing ever more softly, “I think I shall see Eren next, if he would be so kind as to come over here.”