Mystics of Vidalaria: Litarate RP

[Zanrimanon]

Good Evening all and Welcome to what was once Vidalaria.

 

As you can see the once peaceful village is now a ruin but holds lots of history. I believe a good place to start would be then; in the past that is.

 

Through out the years Vidalaria stood as a beacon of hope. Hidden within the deepest forests of the world this tiny village stood. To those who ever glimpsed at its wonders saw nothing of interest. A school, library, town hall, shops and of course homes. Now as I said from those passing by there was nothing special about this place though hidden within the town hall a group of elders ruled over not just the village but the elements of the world itself. 7 Elders controlling 7 abilities. Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Ice, Lightning and Time. Together the 7 controlled the elements of the world and kept it in balance. Centuries passed and the World spun with ease and never faltered. One day the Mirror of vidalaria showed them a great warning. An evil from within their own walls would come and destroy not just them but the world. The Elders created weapons and hide them in a secret room within the Library ready for the day battle would commence. Another Century passed and still the prophecy had not come true and the Elders had faded away into dust. The abilities passed onto a younger generation. These new Mystics carried on the old ways but also married and had children. These children would one day take on their roles. The warning had been all but forgotten. It is times like these that warnings should be remembered. A group of youngsters came of age to receive their abilities yet did not get the abilities those before them held but instead new powers. Darker than ever expected. Illusions, pyro-kenises, tele-kenises, Psychic, Shadows, Machines and Reconstruction. These 7 caused havoc and chaos around the world. In retaliation the Mystics bound together to battle their foes and sealed them away within a vortex of time out of sync with our own.

 

Thew that was close. Almost the end of the world. Well the world was safe but Vidalaria wasn't. At first they were praised for their actions but like all good deeds evil seeds set into the minds of humans and soon they we're hunting down those from Vidalaria and began to kill them. A few escaped and we're hidden around the world. Kept safe by the fact there was no call for Mystics ever again. Now we role around to today. 7 very different young adults have grown up away from their home, no idea of their past and their abilities but times have changed and the Fallen have returned. They are after blood and the end is coming as was once prophecised. Who is left to save the world around us....... This is where you come in.

 

The Fallen have escaped the Time Vortex and have appeared back on Earth. Since the destruction of Vidalaria the City has been sealed off to anyone except the Mystics themselves. The 7 Fallen are together and plotting something unknown to the world around them and the 7 Chosen.

 

The 7 Mystics are blissfully unaware of the danger they are in or who they truly are. Though 2 know about their abilities and 1 of those 2 knowing more than she lets on they are still in different countries across the globe. One fateful day a letter arrives for each of the Mystics.

 

"To those lost to world around.

The Truth hidden from you and only dreams to give you chance.

Though you may not understand I give you a chance.

Meet me in London and I will answer all.

The truth behind your dreams, your past and your future will be revealed.

Come to the top floor of The Vidalaria Building in London, England.

The building is abandoned and your answers will be waiting for you.

 

C"

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

The house was filled by the warmth coming from a fireplace as a tall male read through a letter. It felt like his emeral eyes were looking at the words that were already carved into his mind for the milionth time. His thin lips were made into a small frown as he sighed and put the piece of paper away. He ran a hand through his black hair and looked around, as if searching for his answer somewhere in the house. When he turned, the silver piercings that were in his ears shone the slightest bit from the light that was coming from the fireplace. The dim light failed to reveal the blue highlights that the man had in its hair - every hue from ice blue to midnight blue were there.

 

J covered a small yawn and streched as his thoughts wandered off to the letter. He got it a few days ago and he just... Couldn't forget about it. Every time he thought about tossing it away or anything of the sort, it was as if an invisible hand stopped him. Maybe going there wouldn't hurt that much? London was a great city, there were quite a few places he wanted to visit... And he was honestly getting curious. The name "Vidalaria" sounded awfully familiar, as if it was something he was supposed to remember from his past. Maybe his parents could've mentioned it some time ago? They did always talk about that weird nonsense when they thought their son couldn't hear.

 

The tall man licked his lips as he stood up and streched, then slowly started walking towards his bedroom. He'd just pack some things, get into his car and drive, hm? Been awhile since he last did something like that... The green-eyed male smiled to himself as he quickly tossed some clothes into his backpack, grabbed his wallet and looked around. "Where's my jacket..?" He muttered out in french as he scratched his head and sighed. Come on, he should at least be able to find that much! J bit his lip slightly before remembering he'd simply left it downstairs.

 

Once J retrieved his jacket and put it on, he ran a hand through his hair and stepped outside, locking his house before he walked over to his car. The drive would take quite some time... But hey, it's been so long since he last did anything like that. It was definitely worth it. With a small smile on his face, the dark-haired male got into his car, tossed his backpack on the passenger's seat and started off the engine.

 

J Hotrod, starting something new. Just... He had no idea it would be this big.

[Zanrimanon]

“Stay here darling. Don’t come out till they have gone. We’ll meet you back at the shelter. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes mum.”

 

“We love you Zan.”

 

“I love you too.”

 

“Quick dear; we must go before they find us. We’ll see you soon son. I promise.”

 

Suddenly pain shot through his body and pulled back to reality. Another wave of pain echoed though his body.

 

“Get out of my doorway boy.” A gruff voice bellowed.

 

Zans eyes flickered for a moment. Raising a hand he rubbed his eyes and looked up at his assailant. A large over weight balding man towered over him. Zan just rolled his. As he did so he got another kick to the stomach. Wincing again he got to his and stared the man down. A blizzard thrashed wildly in his eye and the man stood down. Ice was also beginning to swirl around his hand. Closing his eyes Zan took a deep breath and calmed himself down. The blizzard subsided and the ice dissipated. Turning swiftly and his heel he began to walk away. The man proceeded to open his shop and Zan made his way home. Well the only home he had ever known. He raised a hand to his forehead and could feel he had a fever starting.

 

“Great.” He scolded himself.

 

Bringing himself to a stop he looked up at the abandoned building infront of him. The words Vidalari still etched in stone. Stumbling up the stairs he made his way the door. Placing his palm against the solid oak the door swung open and he entered. Shutting the door around him he took in the beauty around him. Polished yet dusty marble pillars and benches and desks stood all around and an ornate staircase leading all the way up. His parents had brought him hear as a child and etched the letters above the door as a haven for those of the old ways. Well that’s what they told him as a child. Making his way up the staircase he thought about the times he played here with his parents and his imaginary friend Catherine. Though like all things this all ended. His parents never came back and most likely had abandoned him. His imaginary friend just stopped coming one day. Everyone he ever cared for left him.

 

After the strenuous walk he had reached the penthouse sweet. His parents had told him it was a special room within a special building. Only those born like him could enter this room and this room would lead him home one day. He never understood what they meant and over the years had cared less and less about what they had said in the past.

 

This room was different indeed. Glass windows all around but from the outside looked like brick. Polished marble floor that never got dusty. Large ornate dinning table and chairs took control of one corner. Enough room for 7 in total. 7 bed rooms, 7 chairs; 7 of everything. He’d never bother with the other rooms in this part of the building. Had always felt wrong to him. He was happy with his room. Making his way to the large couch in the centre of the room over looking the city of London he gently lay down and watched the world below him.

 

“Is this all there is?” Zan sighed his question out loud and brought his hand up inline with his face and snapped his fingers and watched as snow began to fall across London.

 

“For you Mum and Dad. A white Christmas as promised.” The white haired young gentleman smiled as he spoke hoping they would like the fact he had kept his promise.

 

Every year on the 1^st December he made it snow till Christmas day. Giving the city of London a white Christmas they all looked forward too. As he took in the view around him he heard a creak from the staircase. Raising an eyebrow he waved his hand in front of him icing over the windows.

 

“May I help you?” Zan grunted in a low tone.

[Lady.Taser]

The darkness cocconed the sleeping figure, protected and fought for him at times and at others made him weak. Now was one of those times and inhis weakness he was thrown into dreams of the past. This was not the power he had expected, but it was not entirely unwelcome. At first he had found it hard to control, this dream was from one of those times.

 

Anger welled up inside him as the laughs continued. In the end unable to restrain himself any longer he raised his head, eyes glaring and challenging everything they saw. A scream ripped from his throat. "I AM NOT A MONSTER!!!" New to his powers he had only moved the shadows so far giving them movement. In his rage his own shadow flew out of control reflecting his inner feelings, his shadow took a physical form as it flew in all directions as deadly spikes. Some impaled within his own body, some embedded with the bodie of others. The pain was excruitating and liberating as he began to smile. An insane smile on a blood splattered face, his voice now barely above a whisper but echoeing within the shadows surrounding those alive. "You shall pay. All of you shall pay. This world.... shall be destroyed."

 

Opening his eyes Phantas rolled onto his side and groaned, there was an incessant knocking at the door of the room he had chosen. It wasn't his, not quite yet. It was still too bright, too happy. The knocking continued, getting heavier each time, and Phantas was sure that if he pushed it there would be nothing more than a pile of cinders left. So rolling out of bed he made his way to the door not bothering to dress. With a dead gaze he assesed the man on the other side of the door. Tall, blood red eyes and short brown hair. Running his left hand through his pure black hair he leaned on the door. His Blue eyes meeting those red ones easily. "C'mon Kato, Do you have to bang so loudly?" Glancing down he noticed the fire which was surrounding his friend's hand, looks like he answered the door just in time.

 

With a grin the brunette walked into the room. "Well maybe if you stopped sleeping like a baby then I wouldn't have to would I Phan?" Turning swiftly Phantas shut the door heaily behind Kato and moved to sit on his bed with a sigh.

 

"You know, its not like i want to be sleeping this much." He rubbed his forehead, he could feel a headache starting already. "But I am still weak thanks to creating the darkness, after all that was only 5 days ago." glancing over at Kato he smirked and stood up. Moving quickly towards his friend he whispered close in his ear. "So did you come to wake me up so the seven of us can have a meeting, or did you have other plans?"

[lilrockstar163]

There was a little butterfly in the room, pale blue-white wings a stark contrast on the bleakness of the ceiling.

 

It was the first thought that filters through Rima's mind as he wakes. He sits back on the large bed, leaning against the elaborate bed frame. The satin blanket that was previously covering his nude body smoothly slides down his chest to pool in his lap as he moved. He looks at the creature that was fluttering around the room with a bored gaze, its little wings moving frantically to keep flying in all the directions. There was no pattern in its flight, just circling around the room, circling, circling... He marvels at its determination, still moving and trying to be free from the cage that was his room. Rima smiles, eyes darkening as a memory flits through the forefront of his mind.

 

With a small flick of his fingers, he watches as each beat of its wings slow down, down, until it stops entirely. Its small body free falls through the air, lands right at the edge of the bed. It keeps twitching, still trying to move despite the futility, but Rima clenches his hand to a fist and stares as the air around the body wavers. The little butterfly suddenly goes taut and still. He wondered what the creature last saw as death claims it.

 

He brushes it off the bed and languidly stretches his limbs. He has no need for useless insects, no desire to see its brightly colored wings that reminds him far too well of another insect in his life that also need to die. And soon, Rima prefers.

 

Running a hand through his wavy locks, Rima takes a second to feel the still steady thrum of the illusion that he had weaved before. It was still strong, not a single suspecting soul aware of the takeover that had happened.

 

Very faint sounds of thumping echo from somewhere outside the room.

 

Rima goes out the bed, curious, and a small sound of crunching happens beneath the heel of his foot. A smirk suddenly tugs at the corner of his lip. Well, it was time to start another day.

[FatPanda]

The sun blared into his eyes as he awoke in a soft bed, huddled up in warm arms. He opened his eyes with a groan, Again?! A breeze slipped between his naked legs as he shifted around in the blanket. He had a serious problem with sleeping around. Somehow, he always found his way to some stranger and either fucked them all night or got fucked all night. He couldn't keep himself from doing it, because he couldn't figure out how he always ended up there. That was his other problem: his memory. He had some serious memory gaps, remembering things here and there but then forgetting them again. Right now, he couldn't remember how he'd gotten here or who the guy beside him was. His name had also disappeared.

 

He looked up at the strangers face and stared at the handsome features. At least this one is eye candy. It was a man this time; sometimes it was a lady, sometimes it was a boy, sometimes it was a drag queen, sometimes a transsexual, but often times it was a man: big, buff, handsome, and like the one he had in bed right now. The man beside him was a Puerto Rican hunk; the hair was a buzz of black, the chin a rough stubble, the shoulders broad, the body toned, and those abs comparable to a washboard. The stranger was so hot he thought he was dreaming. Where did I pick this guy up?

 

Then a shock came to him as he wondered. What will his reaction be? Those "often times it was a man" men were usually straight: straighter than straight. They all screamed an agonizing scream in the morning. Those nights he picked up some of his hottest men, he'd been a woman. It was a talent he'd learned years ago. Simply put, he could alter the composition of substances by breaking the bonds between atoms and re-binding them into other substances. Thus, he could reform his body to look like that of a woman.

 

When he was a woman, he attracted a lot of attention with his big eyes, full lips, smooth skin, and slender body. He seemed to make sure he also had big tits and a big ass. There were lots of men who liked to stare. The straight men would wake in the morning to his "normal" appearance and nearly have a heart attack. Their beautiful, voluptuous girl just turned out to be a man in a guise. Well, he wasn't really a man. He could be whatever he wanted, he'd call himself more androgynous than either sex. And he was pansexual; he didn't give a damn who he fucked.

 

Even as a man he was quite gorgeous with his black eyes, long white hair, pale skin, and slender body. His short body had a long tattoo running down the right side of his body from his ribs down to his ankle as a set of square frames. He liked to be beautiful, because he could. Occasionally he did get a bisexual hunk who shrugged it off but the chances this hunk was too was very slim. The man started to rouse, rolling over onto him. "Baby, come here." The stranger wrapped an arm around his slim body, pulling him in for a kiss.

 

The other man slipped a tongue in and licked the top of his mouth. He returned the kiss, wetting their lips with saliva. He moved his hand down the man's body, groping for the morning wood. He started to make his way down the body, planting kissing along the way. The stranger's half asleep hand moved between his legs. Eyes shot open and the man sat up but he had already made it down to the cock that stood upright. His mouth encircled the prick and licked at it. The stranger tried to push him off but he clung on, sucking on the rod to relieve the strain.

 

The Puerto Rican shouted, "What're you doing, you fa- ugh." Giving in to pleasure, the man let him do his job only with a bit of resistance. He licked the shaft, then massaged the cock with his lips as he ran his tongue around the head. Continuing on with the gesture, the resistance dwindled and the cock slobbered itself up. Feeling his own get hard, he stopped licking. The hands that had found its way to the back of his head fought back but he got up and rolled onto his back first. Holding his butt cheeks apart, he called out, "Give me your dick." The horny man took hold of his legs and forced the cock into his ass, making him gasp from the intrusion. It probably wasn't wise to tease the man without properly preparing himself because he only turned back to a man while they slept, which was after they fucked. However, he did like a little bit of pain with his pleasure. As the man rammed into him, he kept repeating, "Oh yeah, fuck me harder."

 

Closing his eyes at the pleasure, he felt a whiff of the past. A man he didn't recognize, couldn't make out the features of, was pounding him into euphoria. The man was a stranger as was the current stranger but it felt... different, meant so much more to him. Quirky. A voice passed through his head. He had no idea what it meant but something in him roused. Absurd. The voice returned as the stranger continued to fuck him harder. His hands moved to jack off his throbbing cock. Klutz. He got increasingly frustrated trying to recall the voice that was making him feel like he floated on air. He didn't know what it was he was supposed to remember. His temples throbbed. "Fuck me you shit, fuck me hard with that prick of yours and make me cum all over my own face." He screamed at the Puerto Rican as anger rose in him.

 

He heard a grumbling of sounds he didn't listen to and the pounding got faster. His hand moved faster as he panted on the bed. As the heat in him rose, he unconsciously whispered a name he couldn't make out: Damien. He felt his mind blank into a white blur as the rush caved in on him and he shot a jet of thick, creamy, white cum over himself. The fluid landed on his face, his chest, his stomach, and everywhere in between. As relaxation came to him, he heard the voice again in his daze. My Q.A.K.

 

With his name returning to him, Qak opened his eyes. The influx of memories hit him, making him realize what he was. He'd fallen; formerly living in Vidalaria, he had a strange ability that was different from the others: reconstruction, and was shunned for it. Those around him had bullied him and though he couldn't remember the details of that time, he did know he hated them. With a glare in his eyes, he had wrecked havoc upon the lives of others. He changed his form and made others fall in love with him, cheat on their partners, then he'd crush their hearts. He turned diamonds to ash, water to vapour, people to animals. He had done it all to spite all those who were loved.

 

Soon though, his memory faded. He would find himself banging a man or a woman with no recollection of how he'd made it there. He couldn't recall at the moment but he'd done something terribly wrong related to this problem and that someone special he could not form an image of. The more he used his reconstructive abilities, the more memory he lost and the more drastically different his personality became. Sometimes he was frivolous, sometimes shy, sometimes moody, sometimes lethargic, he had no idea what personality would come next. All of this sprouted from his powers. They had a stupid side-effect, destroying brain cells as he used it.

 

With the remembrance of his identity, Qak rolled off the bed. While he was still hazy, the probably straight man had washed up and left. He swayed a little as he stalked off into the bathroom to clean himself too. In the shower, he tried to recall the name he'd whispered. He had the man's name at that heated moment but it had escaped his memory again. It always seemed to slip away. He quickly finished his shower and pulled on his striped white and red T-shirt accompanied by his bright red oversized sweatpants. Tying his long straight hair into a high ponytail, he flicked his side swept bangs to the right.

 

The block of steel on his shoulder shimmered in the sunlight as he staggeringly made his way back to the Fallen's base. He was sore from this morning's adventure but he had to head back. They had a meeting and would yell at him again if he didn't show.

[sirFroggerzz]

Flick. A small, thin flame sparked from the lighter, but not long enough for the addict to set off his cigarette. He tried again. Flick. Not even a spark this time. Flick, flick, flick. Somewhere in the back of his conscience, he knew it was out of fuel. But it had been a gift from his ex-wife and he wasn’t ready to part with the tiny trinket yet, so he kept trying in a fit of anger. “Ignite, you piece of shit.” And just as he gave up, his cigarette lit.

 

“Papa, Papa,” a high pitched voice squealed from inside the store. The loitering man swiftly stubbed out his cigarette and re-entered the store. He found his daughter sitting on the floor in front of the window display, grinning at him with sparkly eyes. As he approached her, he returned a grin of his own. “Ah~, did my adorable little angel find something she likes?” exclaimed Kai in an overexcited manner. The little girl in dark brown pigtails nodded enthusiastically. She was holding a DVD case in her hand. Pointing at the figure on the case, she giggled in her baby’s lisp, “I wan thiss” (with plenty of emphasis on the ‘s’). “Ohooooo, nice choice.” He gave her a thumbs up.

 

“YOU BASTARD! THIS IS AN ADULT ONLY STORE! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BRINGING A CHILD IN HERE!!” a bald, flustered man, who had been in the back of the store, ran to the father-daughter pair. He immediately kicked them both out, scared that he might get into trouble with the law. The title of the DVD that had been in the hands of the innocent child was: Midnight in the Doctor’s Office. And the lady that was on the cover was a sexy double-D-cup in a pink nurse outfit and a sexy, compromising position. Kai got a nosebleed from recalling the image.

 

All of a sudden, the perverted thirty-year-old spun around. It was that feeling again. Since the pair landed in London, he had had a strange urge to go somewhere, except he didn’t know where. It was almost like a spiritual presence was trying to guide him somewhere. Little did he know that a letter with the instructions had arrived at his house. Only by chance did he end up in London at the right time. He had missed the letter because it happened to arrive the day he hopped on the plane. He had wanted to take his daughter on vacation and it had made sense to him to take her to her mom’s hometown.

 

The foreigner finally gave in and let the invisible force take him. Tagging his daughter along, he subconsciously allowed his legs to carry across town. They passed by the busy streets, some not-so-busy streets, market places, and even some residential places. “Papa, where we go?” questioned the tired Dai-chan. “Where are we going? Just some place that Papa has to go.” Kai replied curtly. But noting that his daughter wasn’t used to walking this sort of distance, he scooped her up and continued his journey.

 

When they finally stopped, they were in front of an abandoned building, with some name scratched into the stone above the door. Vidalaria.

 

The structure had a creepy air about it. It wasn’t exactly the type of place that openly welcomed a child. Kai also sensed that the mysterious force was urging him to climb the stairs to the top floor. “Go buy some candy, kiddo,” Kai instructed, passing Daiquiri a bill, “Papa’s going to go up this tower.” The tiny acrophobic wandered off like she was told. Her father was right about it being creepy; it scared the shit out of her. It was far from the bright, welcoming pink things she was attracted to. And he was going to go up. She definitely preferred her candy.

 

“Yo ho~~~” Kai cheerfully called out into the dark solemn building. When he really thought about it, he was wandering into some unknown building in some foreign country. It wasn’t his greatest idea. But the urge was still there; that meant he still had some distance to cover. He proceeded to climb the stairs. As he ventured farther inside, away from the door, it got progressively harder to see. Forgetting that his lighter had run out of fuel, he pulled it out and flicked it on. Suspiciously, it lit. Although unsuspecting Kai hadn’t noticed in his discomfort.

 

Near the top of the stairs, he jumped at the low voice questioning someone. “May I help you?” Did he mean me? Yikes! I’ve been caught already. He noticed a lonely figure in front of the window, and assumed that that was the owner of the voice. The room took him by surprise; it was so grand compared to the rest of the rusted building that it looked like a different place. Especially the frosted window-like walls. It really baffled him how it could look like brick just a few steps outside the room, and why in the world there was ice in the room.

 

The intruder tried to strike a conversation with the slender young man. “Why’s it so damn cold in here? And what in the world is up with all this frost? How the hell do you stand it? Do you live here? Please tell me you don’t. There’s not enough life, colour, or warmth in here. Damn, I should totally bring my little Dai-chwan to do some redecoration.” Kai started rambling on by himself, he had way too much energy for his age. The truth was that the room wasn’t necessarily colourless. It was Kai that was overly colourful.

 

He was wearing a long white scarf, wrapped around twice with the ends tucked into his coat. The smoker really hated the cold. His regular body temperature had always tended to be warmer than most others. With how much he disliked winters, it was a mystery why he didn’t wear down jackets instead of his reddish-burgundy peacoat. It was also the short kind. A pair of deep rose pink slacks peaked out from under the coat, and under those were some chestnut coloured winter boots. To add to his flamboyance, underneath the buttoned up coat was a white v-neck with a princess pink blazer. He probably owned more pink clothing than a 6 year old little girl. Part of the reason was definitely that he tended to let his daughter choose the colour of the clothes when they went shopping.

 

The geezer tried his best to be “friendly” and so he approached the couch. He extended his hand to the astonishing beauty in front of his eyes. The boy was just his type in terms of physical features. That was, aside from the perfect model-like blondes, and the cute small Asians, and confident office ladies, and the big boobs, and the plump asses, and the sexy legs, etc. Unknowingly, his nose started to bleed. Staring a little too intensely into the other’s lonely eyes, the pervert introduced himself. “I’m Kai Ryozaki. And whom might I have the pleasure of making my acquaintance?”

[Zanrimanon]

"Oh dear lord will this guy ever shut up. Better question how did he get here?" Zan thought to himself watching the black haired man head towards him on the sofa. Raising an eyebrow Zan watched the young man extend his hand towards him. Swiftly raising his hand Zan pointed his index finger upwards.

 

"Touch me and you'll find out first hand why it is so cold in here Ryozaki. I beg you leave of my home. I have no time for........" Zan stopped ubruptly.

 

In the reflection of the ice wall he saw a fire burning around the man behind him. Wild and out of control. A small smile crept over his lips. Watching the fire die down Zan dropped is hand and slowly rose to his feet.

 

"Stay Ryozaki. I feel there may be more coming."

 

Waving his hand in front of him the ice melted away to nothing and the snowy scene outside was once again visible. Turning his head slightly his ice blue eyes sparkled with a gentle snow fall falling in his eyes. Walking away from the large sofa Zan headed towards the large windows in front and placed a hand upon them. The glass began to frost over again.

 

"Zanrimanon."

[MelodyJackson]

Melody quietly sat on the edge of the waterfall taking in the view for the last time she feared. A few days ago everything had changed. Another vision and one she had dreaded her whole life. Their escape and him. She knew it was time to finally bring them together and tell them what she knew without giving too much away. They had to learn what to do themselves but that wasn’t going to be so easy. He never had been. Softly she ran her fingers over her locket. The darkest secret in her history concealed within the depths of the locket. Jumping to her feet she smiled.

 

“Letters sent. Bags packed. Time to get to London.” Melody sang to herself.

 

Clicking her fingers by her side she appeared in the doorway to the highest room on the top floor of the Vidalaria building. Leaning against the frame she watched the scene before he unfold.

 

“Well aren’t you a pleasant fello Zan….” Her words faultered for a moment. “Rimanon.

 

Stepping into the room she glided towards Kai and slapped him on the bum.

 

“Kai was it?” She chirped jumping over the sofa and softly landing on it before throwing her arms over the back of the sofa and getting comfy.

 

“Guessing you two are both Mystics?” A sly smile crept over her lips.

[Zanrimanon]

Zans hand dropped from the window. The frost faded and he turned even whiter than usual. That voice. It couldn't be. She wasn't real. She was in his mind. He was sure of it. He'd spent too long fighting these thougts and now that voice. The anger began to build in him and his eyes narrowed.

 

"Catherine?" He spat the words like vemon from a snake not even turning to look at her.

 

"Is you name Catherine?"

 

He began to clentch his fist and an ice storm began to rage around each fist. A blizzard had also started to rage within his eyes. Zans torn cloths began to freeze and the room got even colder than before. The only door in became frozen over as did the rest of the room. The anger had now gone and all that was left was fear. Fear that the only friend he ever knew had return and he never kept his promise.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

J covered a small yawn as he drove into his destination - London. A smile appeared on his face as the dark-haired male stopped his car and let out a small hum before grabbing his bag, tossing it over his shoulder and getting out of his black car. The green-eyed male took in a deep breath as he closed the car doors and glanced around before locking the car. He wasn't sure just how long he's take... Better not take any risks of his car becoming an easy prey for someone to steal.

 

Slowly, the tall male began wondering around the city, getting in some shops to either just look around or grab something that would catch his eye. Money wasn't a problem to him - his parents always made sure to give him some money each month, and his work paid off as well. While he was walking, J stopped to help out a girl carry her stuff - being the gentleman he was, J couldn't refuse a lady in need of help. Sure, it was a bit cheesy and creepy, but... Sometimes it helped. Just like now - he got her number. With a smile and a wink, J promised to call when he had enough time and walked off, putting the piece of paper into his pocket. Lucky...

 

The man continued walkin, but all the time he felt drawn to a certain building. A big, old building... Vidalaria. It was the only thought in J's head as he walked to it, his steps becoming faster and faster the closer he got to it. Something special... Something completely out of this world - that was what J thought about the mysterious building. He slowly reached out to open the door, but... They seemed frozen. With a small frown, the black-haired man pulled harder until he finally managed to open them, and immediately he wished he hadn't. His mouth opened slightly in confusion as he stared at the two men and one woman... He felt out of place.

 

"Oh, uhm... Uh... I, uhm, got a letter?.. Ahh, I'll come later, it seems I'm, uhm... Yeah." The green-eyed male mumbled out and stepped back, yet kept the door opened. This was the place... He just knew it.

[MelodyJackson]

Melody's eyes widened. This wasn't right. This isn't what it should be like. This rage.... how did she not see this. She knew what caused it though. That name. Catherine.

 

"Melody. Melody Jackson. Care to turn the heat up there frostie. Not everyone one in this room is used to the cold." She sung happily to calm the savage beast.

 

Pulling a letter from her cleavage she held it between her index and middle finger.

 

"You ain't alone there Mr." She didn't even turn to face but snugly put the letter back down her chest.

[Zanrimanon]

That voice. That was her voice. But the name…. That wasn’t the name she had. He must be wrong. People sound alike all the time and he knew that. He knew better then to let his temper get like this. Slowly he released his fists and took a few deep breaths. The ice like before began to dissipate and the storm brewing in his eyes and around his hands also subsided. Soon the room had return to normal and he could see the reflection of three people in the room.

 

“Another one?!” Zan thought to himself. “How do the keep getting in here? No one ever has. The door doesn’t even register to them.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose he winced. He was very confused and these people in his home were not helping. He spied Melody in the reflection. She was right. That wasn’t Catherine. He looked at the other two and was rather shocked by their appearance. He felt for once the best-dressed man in a room. He may have a few rips and stains but his outfit was at least normal. Well he wished he could get some new cloths. He’d had these for a fair amount of time. Shacking his head he brought himself back to the matter at hand. He slowly turned on his heel to face his three visitors. Releasing the bridge of his nose his hand fell to his side.

 

“I do apologise for that out burst. I have anger issues. Now before we go any further who are you all and what are you doing in my home?!” He spoke calmly and with grace. He only spoke like this in the presence of a woman. His parents weren’t around for long but they taught him that much.

 

The whole time he spoke though he couldn’t take his eyes off the black haired man. Something about him drew Zans attentions. Those eyes. Black and no life found within them. He wanted to see the fire burn within them. No idea why but he did. Pulling his gaze away just for a moment he scanned the other two. Something was there. Something different drawing them all together but that black haired man. Why him?

[Lady.Taser]

Pressing his body flush against Kato's, his arms wrapped around Kato's neck and fingers winding together. With a quick smile he bit the earlobe near his mouth before pushing roughly against Kato's chest. Moving away quickly he found some clothes, pulling a top over his head before leaving the room. Kato was still stood in his room a stupid smile plastered on his face.

 

Laughing Phantas leant against the door frame with his arms crossed. "Well didn't you come get me so I wouldn't be later." Kato nodded slowly. "Well come on then." Phantas winked before heading down the corridor, moving slowly until Kato caught up with him. The man considerably more coherrent now corrected Phantas a couple of times when he started to head down the wrong corridor. "In my defence... I have spent most of the last few days asleep rather than exploring castle." Phantas grunted causing Kato to laugh at him.

 

" Well maybe if you woke up more often then you'd know where things were." The two of them continued to banter as they headed to the meeting room with a few more directional connections. When they got to the meeting room they found it empty save for the large table and the 7 chairs. There weren't originally 7, quite a few more but one of the first things they'd done was get rid of the extra chairs. They weren't needed. Taking a seat on one of the plush chairs Phantas looked around while Kato leaned against the table to his right. "So who do you think will get here next?"

[lilrockstar163]

Conjuring an illusion of himself in lieu of a mirror, Rima looks over his appearance in scrutiny. The clothes were new, a gift by some man he'd managed to charm from one of the towns they'd been through. The pants he wore was riding low over his hips, the dress shirt that he left with a few buttons open and boots completing the ensemble. It was good but Rima still prefers his old clothes - currently being laundered at the town by a woman that easily gave in to his illusions.

 

Rima deems himself finally presentable, canceling the existing illusion and exits his room. He doesn't bother locking it, with a clench of hand, the illusion falling over it masks its location enough. He navigates easily through the corridors to the meeting room, wondering who were present by this time. Just as he arrives in front of the room, Rima tensed. Someone had just passed through the illusion he made and was now probably making their way inside.

 

Rima opens the door and saunters in, nodding his head at the two who were already there. "Someone stumbled past my illusions." He sits on a chair and leans back, relaxed. He doubts it's anybody except one of them but he deems it news enough. He didn't know someone made their way out the night before though. "Where are the others, anyway?"

[MelodyJackson]

Raising an eyebrow Melody calmly watched Zan looking oddly at the man behind her.

 

"So this must be the beginning. The end may not be what we expect." She sadly thought to herself.

Jumping to her feet she curtsied and smiled coyly at him.

 

"The name is Melody Jackson. Please call me Melody Mystic of Time. That okay with you Mystic of Ice?" A voice was cheerful yet direct. So much wonder in what she said.

 

Spinning on her heels she turned to face to the two men behind her. Cocking her head to one side she smiled sweetly.

 

"And who may you two be?"

[FatPanda]

Qak dragged himself back toward the Castle they called home now. He didn't like it, in fact, he hated it. It was old and definitely not beautiful. But he had to admit it beat being inside that Time Vortex. He hated that with a passion. He looked up at the old building, disgusted by it's exterior. Making a scowl, he stepped inside. The foyer was not much more to his taste than the outer look. Heaving a sigh, he headed towards the direction he believed the meeting room was located. The white haired man walked down a corridor and turned down another, coming to another corridor, and another. He scrunched his brows together, wondering where he should turn next.

 

He was lost. Either he couldn't remember the layout after his little affair last night had changed his form, thus killing more brain cells, or he just never bothered to explore before he went out for more of those similar affairs. No matter which it was, he didn't know where he was and how to get to the meeting room. With a sigh, he put his hand on the wall. Since he had to do it anyway, he decided that rusted exterior and the ugly interior also needed a fix. He concentrated on the chemical structure of the wall. It would take some time to work with the slightly more complex mixture but he could do it before the meeting time. To pave his own way to the meeting room, Qak remodelled the building.

 

The building shifted and rumbled, causing the floor and the walls to move. All cracks were repaired, all floors were shined, walls were torn apart and reformed elsewhere, rooms were enlarged, and stairs were relocated. Now, the castle was round and surrounded by seven towers, all round as well. Each tower was linked to the castle's main building through a connective building, making the castle like a snowflake. Large rooms lined the first four floors of the building, allowing the ceiling of the foyer to be very high. Rooms were rounded trapezoids and windows were curved. The furniture in their rooms remained where they were but some additional pieces from the next room over merged into it as the rooms connected. The rooms on the higher floors were mapped out more complicatedly but as long as he knew the layout, he didn't care what the others would think.

 

He had also paved the way to the meeting room down the hall from where he was now. It wasn't the next door down by any means but it was easy to find compared to before. But he was exhausted from the use of his ability; he collapsed and panted when it was over. Maybe I over did it a little. He brushed a stray strand of hair from his face and huffed in air as he sat up against the wall. He had made it easier to get to the room but he was too tired to get there. He realized it was an unnecessary act for its consequences but he hadn't really thought about the results. He should've known a reconstruction of this size would not only tire him but also destroy even more brain cells. His eyes became heavy and his body started to slump over. Nearly falling asleep, he heard a sigh to his left.

 

Qak turned his head to face the black haired man. Pouting, he called out, "Kasper." Kasper was a Fallen as well; his powers were complicated. Well, in Qak's eyes it was: something to do with controlling machines. He never understood how that worked. He began to cry, unsure why he was doing so. His body started to shake, throwing him into a sobbing fit. As he curled into a ball, he realized it was one of those mood swings. Shit, my brain cells died. His personality had reformed having lost part of his brain controlling his emotions. He was emotionally unstable again, like he'd been when he first started seeing signs of the side effect. He couldn't help but cry into Kasper's who had come over to him and wrapped his body in the warm arms.

 

Kasper cursed at him and asked, "Why're you doing something so useless when you know what'll happen? And now how do I get to the meeting?" With a sigh, the man picked him up and carried him in the direction he pointed. He wrapped his arms around Kasper's neck as they walked over. Entering the room, Qak ignored the others inside. He clung to Kasper even as he was put down into a chair.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

J bit his lip slightly as he slowly stepped inside with a small sigh. "J Hotrod..." He muttered out as he looked up at the woman and smiled at her. "By any chance, could you tell me why was I called here? Also, are there more of people who got the letters?" He asked softly, quietly admiring the woman's beauty. Alright, so he may have thought every woman was beautiful... But Melody here was simply gorgeus - everything from her body to her eyes were perfect.

 

J's deep green eyes slowly trailed over to Zanrimanon. "...Wait, did you make the whole place freeze up?" He asked in confusion as he tilted his head. The blue highlights in his black hair seemed a bit like water in this light... That was one of the main reasons he got them - the man always loved water, even when he was just a little child.

[sirFroggerzz]

One of Kai’s eyebrows twitched as the kid in front of him blew him off while he was being friendly. He thought it was rude to not take the handshake. Sure sometimes he came off as a creepy uncle, but he was very sure he handled this greeting properly. Feeling awkward at the rejection, the thirty year old retracted his hand and threw both into the air in an I-surrender-pose. “Wha-ha. So cold indeed,” he laughed off the shame. “Yaaaa~ so you really do live here, eh? Shit, it’s so cold. You poor soul. Zanrimanon, that your name? Then let’s go with Zan-chwan. Zan-chwan, you really ought to turn up the heat in this place.” The Japanese man babbled on to himself, in not-so-perfect English. He had no idea what the slender beauty had meant when he said he’d find out why it was so cold, but the pervert didn’t care. Stay. The resident of the abandoned building had offer for him to stay, in his home. That, in his book, had meant an invitation to do perverted stuff.

 

He grinned and stuffed a tissue up his bloody nose. Good thing no one else is around. Man that was seriously damaging to my reputa—. His thoughts were cut off by a thwack, followed by a surprised yelp. To his dismay, someone had been watching from the doorway. Only when the palm collided with his rear did he notice that a shorty had drifted into the room. His eyes popped out of their sockets and his mouth hung open. Woah wha, did a girl just do that? Now that’s new and exciting~. Rowdy personality, I like that. Kai would have wiggled his fingers in delight at the pair of breasts in front of him, but considering that it was their first meeting, he settled for his imagination. He thought about how it would feel to if he could extend his arms to the chest and place one hand on each round ball of fat. Grope. Grope. The sex craved man lost himself in a new fantasy.

 

Thu- thump. The daydreaming intruder was pulled back into reality by a pair of ice blue eyes. Staring from across the room, the enticing gaze felt like it was calling out to him. The drumming sound of his heart had made its way to his ears and he could feel his lips dry up. Man, this guy can make a man’s heart race. He’s interested. Is this the mysterious force that I felt? This is why I came here. He wants the D; and he wants it bad. It had been at least two weeks since he’d last been laid, so the awkward attention had him easily convinced that this was already the second hint that the smaller man was interested in him.

 

He had barely heard the chick’s question but concluded, That couldn’t be directed at me. She’d walked in on my self-intro. He walked around the centered piece of furniture and wandered toward the far window, unconsciously licking his lips to moisten them for a kiss. He ignored the conversation that was unfolding around him. It didn’t seem to concern him and he had no idea what they were talking about.

 

As the white head broke eye contact for a split second, he too let himself divert his eyes. He looked his prey over a few times but as he was going back to the crotch, he laid eyes on the cheeks. It was then, that he noticed a slight flush across the lad’s face. The fatherly figure couldn’t believe that he hadn’t noticed sooner; there was an obvious contrast between the pink and the pale skin. He rushed across the final stretch, forcefully grabbed an arm, and leaned in to put his own forehead to the pink rosiness. He did it as swiftly as possible so that the other wouldn’t have a chance to react. He had had lots of practice with his daughter.

 

Gaining physical contact with the heated body, he insensitively interrupted the conversation on the other side of the room, “WHAT THE FUCK’S WRONG WITH THE TEMPERATURE IN THIS ROOM? He has a fever! You poor thing; probably caught a cold from all the fluctuation.” Despite his fear of the cold, the child-like adult manned up and stripped off his jacket. Wrapping the feverish body inside, the older man embraced him as tightly as possible. It was instinct that drove his actions. He thought how this person in his arms was someone else’s child. Remembering that his own child was waiting for his return somewhere outside in the cold, he unraveled half his scarf. The pair were now a tangled mess sharing a muffler.

 

Screaming at the trio in the doorway, he instructed for someone to fix the heat of the room. “YOU, shorty! Go find the thermostat in this place and turn this shit up! And YOU, guy with the highlights, give me your jacket! And YOU, the other girl go find some medicine!”

[Zanrimanon]

Zan blinked in shock as the older man connected heads with him. Anger crawled over his body with not chance of stopping. That quickly faded with the sudden appearance of a coat being swung round him and a scarf being tangled round his neck. Staring the man down Zan smiled softly before turning into snow and appearing by the front door.

 

“I am sorry to say I control the temperature of the room. As Melody quite rightly put I am related to ice rather closely well not quiet what she said but I shall use it as an example. With that ability alone I can make it very cold in here. I am in no need of any medicine just feeling rather flushed due to the excessive amount you are giving off fire boy.” Trying to be as calm as possible as he spoke and was becoming more aware that he was still wearing the coat that had been placed around him. Running a hand over the collar of the coat he sighed slightly.

 

He knew what he was feeling was nothing more than an illusion and he should forget it but something about this man drew him back making him want to find out more about him. Later though more important things at hand. Flicking his wrist he isolated the cold to just himself and let the room return to a stable temperature.

 

“J, Kai please sit I feel Melody may have a lot to say.” Spying Melody he smiled.

“You know more than you’re letting on. Oh and Kai it is Zanrimanon. Very few call me anything else. If you are lucky you may get away with Zan…. One day.”

 

Leaning against the wall behind him he settled himself ready for may be coming. Crossing his arms over his chest he took hold of the collar and absentmindedly started stroking it with his fingers. He tried to control his feelings but it felt just like when his mum put her coat around him.

[Lady.Taser]

"Morning Rima... at least I'm told it is morning, it'll still be dark for a long while yet." Phantas said with a lazy smile as Kato rolled his eyes. "I'm sure we will see who it is in a little while, and no idea where the others are. I'm only here because Kato was making a racket at my door earlier."

 

"If I didn't then there would have been no way you would get up for the meeting." Kato said gruffly causing Phantas to laugh at the larger man's excuse.

 

"No, don't worry about it, though you could have left it a little later. Turns out we were early for this meeting." With a grin he relaxed in his chair, almost allowing himself to doze off back to sleep before he heard the rumbling. Opening one eye and fixing it on the wall opposite him he raised an eyebrow. He went to speak, but found his voice drowned out by the loudness of the moving rocks. Kato moved to his own chair next to Phantas and sat down in it both waiting patiently for the building to finish reforming.

 

"Well looks as though someone decided some redecorating was needed. May just need to go exploring later to find my rooms again." Phantas laughed loudly as the door cracked open and Kasper came in carrying QAK in his arms. Waiting until both were in their chairs Phantas called out to QAK, "Looks like that two of us out of action for a whole then. What made you want to use your power to that extent?"

 

The door opened again to reveal the last two of the fallen, one looking rather confused and the other a little angry. Phantas wondered how far back they had been set my QAK's reforming of the castle and chuckled under his breath at the tall skinny pyschic stormed into the room and sat down in a huff.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

If J's green eyes hadn't been wide already, when he saw Zan turning into snow and then reappearing in the doorway had them as wide as they could possibly get. "...I'm probably on drugs again..." He muttered out to himself as he took a step back. "I-I mean, there's no way you just turned into snow... Right?" The dark-haired male asked, yet his words became uncertain towards the end.

 

The man let out a warm sigh as he looked at the two - Zan and Melody... The girl he just didn't seem to be able to keep his eyes off. She really was gorgeus... Prettier than any other girl he'd seen! With a small smile appearing on his young face, J straightened up and walked over to the two, giving Melody a polite, small bow with his head. He knew better than to try and do something like... That old pervert. Sheesh, he definitely hated the guy already...

 

"Can someone answer me one simple question?" He asked as he sat down on a chair, crossing his legs. "Am I on drugs, is this a dream, or is this real?" J questioned as he looked at Melody, waiting for his answer. If this was reality... If this had to do anything with Vidalaria... The name from the past, everything his parents decided to keep from him - it would all finally be clear for him.

[MelodyJackson]

Sighing mentally Melody knew this would all happen and more. Cursing her powers she leaned against the large window and a sombre expression crept over her face.

 

“To answer your question J this is all real. Everything unfolding before us has been decided long before our births. Many of you may remember your parents being very secretive and hiding things from you. This was to protect you all from people who aimed to hurt us. I am getting a bit ahead of myself.” Melody sighed openly and took a deep breath. The sorrow in her eyes show through openly.

 

“As you all know this building is called Vidalaria. Long ago there was a village by the same name. You wont find it in any history book or manuscript mainly because it got renamed. In many ancient texts it is now called Tirocinium Talis mainly due to translation issues and the fact that no one believes the stories about it. For most there wasn’t anything special about the village but hidden within its walls were 7 Elders who over looked the ruling of not just the village but also the world. They could control the elements. Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Ice, Lightning and Time. Combining these elements makes our world turn and keep all those who live on it alive. Now I am a little hazy and what really happened, as I am unable to travel that far back. But I believe a war was prophesied and was passed down to those who took the place of the Elders and called themselves Mystics. For many years nothing happened but when they all had their first born something happened. Their children housed darker powers; Seven Mystics and now seven Fallen, Each one now had a counter part in a way. Illusions, Pyro-kinesis, telekinesis, Psychic, Shadows, Machines and Reconstruction. Angered by those of the village they took revenge on the not Vidalaria but what they held dear the earth around them. A war raged for over 100 years and it ended with the Mystics sealing away the fallen. They all passed away and with no one to protect the village or the world Vidalaria came under attack and the people who lived there. They were murdered and tortured; men, women and children. Mankind always destroy what they can’t control or understand. Luckily though some escaped and fled around the globe. Hiding from those that hunted them. We are the children of those who escaped that day. We are the new Mystics and we have been brought here for one simple reason…..” Melody paused with ever fibre of her being she held back the tears. “To stop the Fallen. They have escaped the Vortex that once held them and I am sure they aim to end what they started all those years ago. With no Elders or Mystics to teach us we are left to figure this out alone.”

 

Turning her head she stared down J.

 

“You are the Mystic of Water.” She said coldly before turning her attentions to Kai.

 

“You are the Mystic of Fire. Zan as you may have guessed is the Mystic of Ice and I am the Mystic of Time.” Returning her eyes to Zans a single tear escaped and cascaded down her cheek.

 

“I am so sorry old friend.” She thought to herself.

 

“Zanrimanon I know that you have no intension to join this cause but you are the leader of the Mystics and the overseer of Vidalaria. Without you this will not end with what is best for the world. This place you call home was created by the Elders to keep us safe from the world and the Fallen. You never wondered why there is seven of everything?” She spoke directly at him not losing eye contact for a second.

 

Her eyes glimmered from the tears welling in them praying that this speech alone would convince them. She couldn’t let them know any more. It was too soon and too dangerous. Sliding down the window she hit the floor and envisioned the waterfall she loved dearly. Composure returning she get to her feet and smiled again.

 

“Sorry about that. So any questions?” Melody had returned to her usual happy self or at least put the mask on.

[sirFroggerzz]

“Woah. Woah. Woah. Ba— Ba— Ba— Bakemono!!” Kai widened his flat Asian eyes. A rarity had occurred: the small black orbs had displayed their surrounding whites. He rubbed at them with his fists the way a small child who was sleepy would. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing; one second, the boy named Zanrimanon had been wrapped in his arms and the next he’d appeared in the doorway from a pile of snow. He shook his head furiously in disbelief.

 

Then the confused man froze. His hands were cold and wet. Water? How did — That was when he’d noticed that it had in fact been snow in his hands that second between the disappearance and reappearance of the boy. Shifting a wobbly leg back, he felt them give way and the thirty year old collapsed onto his butt. Still staring at his hands, he listened to the strangers talk.

 

By the time that Melody had finished, the Japanese man had returned to shaking his head, eyes unable to blink. “Mystic of Fire? Me? No, no, no, no. There’s no way. I’m not even supposed to be here. I just wandered in uninvited.” Kai rubbed at his temples, not quite able to fathom what the beautiful blonde had said. “Aha. Aha. I’ve been reading too many fairy tales with Daiquiri. There’s no way this is all true. I’m not even drunk so there’s definitely something wrong with this place. Better get out of here. Ah, right. She’s waiting for me outside.”

 

The father slowly stumbled to his feet and staggered across the room. If he could’ve avoided it, he’d have chosen to walk away from the crowd of “delusional lunatics”, but they were standing in the doorway. He lowered his eyes, avoiding eye contact, and pushed past the cluster of people; Kai ran down the stairs, not once turning back until he exited the building. He was panting slightly, heart still racing. “What… There… The… Wait—” Kai paused to collect his thoughts, “Hold on a sec. There’s no way that just happened.” He pinched himself on the cheek to check if he’d been dreaming again. Ouch. Guess not. But there’s still no way a person can turn into snow. And there’s no way someone can teleport like that. And how’d he take all his clothes with him. Oh damn, why’d he have to take his clothes with him. Hmmm, but then again, if it was a dream he wouldn’t have clothes for sure. Does that mean it’s real? Ahhh, what a headache.

 

The tackily dressed man shivered; he’d left his coat in the rush to get away. Unlike when he’d arrived at the tower, it was now snowing outside. He wrapped his scarf back up tightly, cursing that he didn’t have a hood. The smoker reached into his blazer pocket for his cigarettes. Right now he needed the calm that smoking would be able to give him, but realized that they had been in his peacoat.

 

He kicked at the ground and wandered down the street in the direction he remembered sending his daughter.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

J's heart sunk slightly when he heard that it was all real - but it also made him somewhat excited. Secretive parents? Oh, this stuff was definitely for him. Finally, finally, after all these years he'd actually know what they were talking about under his back... The young male let out a small smile at the beautiful blonde woman as he leaned back against the chair, ready to listen. For some reason, he had the idea that this would take some time.

 

And he was absolutely right about that. When the girl finished her story, J blinked a few times before shaking his head and rubbing his forehead. "Wait, let me just.. So, this building is Vidalaria, named after a village which is now called Tirocinium Talis. Inside it were 7 elders who ruled the village... And the world, too? Each of them had some element and if you combined them you'd turn our world and keep everyone alive? Okay, makes sense." There the dark-haired male took in a deep breath to make sure he understood that much. "You can travel in time? Awesome." J couldn't help but add that comment with a somewhat childish grin.

 

"So, uhm... Mystics took over the place of Elders and their children were evil? Did I get that right?" The green-eyed male questioned as he tilted his head to the right. "And they caused a war. Great. Vidalaria was gone because of them - even greater." The black-haired male said with slight irritation in his voice. His green eyes slowly closed as his brain proceeded to take in the last words he heard from the blonde. "We are like the new Mystics?..." He asked as he looked up to the girl - and somewhat regretted that. Melody seemed to be on the verge of tears... With a shaky breath, J bit down on his lower lip - he wanted to hold the girl... Ah, it really wasn't a good idea for now. He had just a bit more important things to think about right now. Like, saving the world. Easy, right?

 

His green eyes shone slightly when he heard the words 'Mystic of Water' directed at him. He took in a deep breath and looked around, his gaze falling onto the old pervert at whom he scowled slightly. Really, he just... Left. Idiot. Then his green eyes came back to Melody and he bit his lip again at the tear that was slowly rolling down her cheek. When he heard the question, J tilted his head and, when he gathered up the courage, asked softly, "Why do you hide your sadness?"