(Grrr. There. Be lazy. Profile needed.)

Name: Fleujourn Balsa
Age: 10
Gender: Male
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Name: Visllu Aldric
Age: 17
Gender: Male
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Quick Fact: They're both Solmerled's equivalient to Profilers. (Think Ciminal Minds-equse)

Name: Arcturus Skelter
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
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Name: Léandre Skelter
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
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(Now, who's starting?)

((You can have your guys wandering around in the rainy little port town where Honeydew found Archie. Remember--he was living under a bridge.))

(I remember, I remember... Kay.)

Fleujourn walks around the small port that he and his 'brother' found cheerily. He looks up at Visllu. "Viiiis. We need foood and stuff," he chirps.

Visllu grunts. "I know. But money helps with that, Fleu. So let us focus on that, all right?" He looks around the port quietly, brushing some of his wet hair out of his eyes.

It was another cold day.

Though he didn't enjoy it, Arcturus was curled up under 'his' bridge and cuddling to his twin for warmth. They'd only recently escaped their torture, and Archie had been more affected by it. Thus, he clung to his brother tightly at all times.

Léandre was not a very willing pillow. He growled when Archie held on too tight, and swatted at him when he tried to bury his face in his back. Léan hadn't been too affected by all the torture--he was very strong, in that sense--and just wanted to relax.

Fleujourn bounces up and down. "Viis. Water." He runs to the edge of the bridge and looks like he's just going to jump off.

Visllu sighs and grabs Fleujourn. "For someone with an above average IQ, you sure don't think." He drops him and heads to the end of the bridge and goes down.

Archie shifted to hide in Léan's arms when he heard strangers overhead, and even more so when he heard them start to come down.

Léan's eyes narrowed and he shielded Archie grudgingly. Both he and Archie were in tattered old clothing. They had nothing else to wear, and no belongings. Naturally, he was wary of strangers.

Fleujourn just jumps off the bridge anyway, landing directly behind Visllu. He stops and glances around. "There are people nearby." His dark purple eyes glance around more slowly now, trying to find the people.

"Doctor Blasa, pointing out the obvious again," Visllu mutters, a hand heading towards his pants. He also looks around slowly.

Léan sat up at once, hearing them get close, and shielded Archie protectively. He could be very protective of his little brother when it came to other people possibly hurting him.

Fleujourn goes to stick his tongue out at Visllu, but stops when he catches a glimpse of Lean. He keeps his eyes on the spot and motions to Visllu.

Visllu steps in front of Fleujourn. "Hello?" he calls, warily. He keeps a hand hovering near his belt, just in case.

Léan didn't respond. His back was arched slightly, like a furious cat, and his eyes were sharp, defensive. He kept Archie, who was huddled up, behind him.

Fleujourn takes a step to the right, to get a better look. He waves at Lean. "Hello." He looks completely non-violent. He looks at Visllu. "Dun you dare. Look behind us. Water. We dun need that."

Visllu snorts. "Whatever." He drops his hand though and nods at Lean, in an attempt at a hello.

Léan's tension didn't fade. Instead, he shifted back over to Archie and laid back down, curling back up against him. Taking a better look at them, it was clear something was not right...

They didn't just look poor and homeless...they had scars all over them...and they were exceedingly wary of people...

Visllu leans towards Fleujorun. "Someone abused them," he says, quietly.

Fleujourn nods. "I can see this. But what should we do? It's not like we can get them back to Somerled."

Léan sat back up after a moment, eyes flat and hostile. He seemed to be tired and injured, badly...

...but Archie was worse. His sides were barely moving up and down, and he could only move in a slight shift, and he whimpered with pain whenever he did so. He couldn't even sit up. It seemed like Léan must have carted him here from wherever they had been before, all by himself.

Fleujourn decides to slowly approach them. He keeps his hands in front of him and gingerly moves until he's kneeling in front of Lean.

Immediately taking it as a direct threat or attempt at assault, Léan lurches forward defensively to bite with inhumanly sharp teeth, almost catching him on one of his knees.

Visllu yanks Fleujourn back. "We're not going to hurt you. We just want to see how badly you're hurt."

Fleujourn uses his powers to wall himself in ice. "What he said. I'm Fleujourn, by that way. And this is Visllu."

Léan said nothing. He only moved more towards Archie, taking a protective stance over him. It was obvious that this boy in particular did not trust anyone or anything. Gentle force might have to be taken to get this one to agree to anything.

Visllu sighs and goes over to Lean. He gently pulls him forward, to check his injuries.

Fleujourn goes to check Archie as Visllu does that.

At once, Léan hisses, viciously, and struggles, attempting to bite and looking like he might take a chunk out of his arm.

Archie is very still, eyes closed, and shaking. It's clear that both he and his brother are badly injured--though he himself is worse--and are suffering from pneumonia from being out in the cold for too long.

Visllu keeps slight distance. "Journ. We should get them back to our 'base'-thing. We'll be better equipped."

"Mm-hm. But you're gonna have to lift this one. I'm too little." he pouts at this.

Léan still attempts to lunge, jaws snapping ferociously. He had gotten worse at the mention of someone else touching his brother.

Visllu looks worried. "You gonna be able to handle him?" He nods at Lean.

Fleujourn nods. "Yup! Switch." He slips in front of Lean and offers a hand to help him up.