Premonitions (Open)

[Novocaine]

"He's a...controversial topic in Prota. Like an anti-christ rolling into a church." she says, looking like she was trying to find the appropriate words. Any more than that she'd let the man reveal on his own.

"At this point if he wants to cooperate it might be in our best interest to let him. I'd just remain on your guard."

Nova pays minimal attention to the others, assuming they're just here to gawk at what happened. As for Avalon, Nova's answer likely covered her question.

[Rhona Hall]

“Prota, Cabal, Dragons, and etc. no longer exists, all our leaders gave their lives and treaties up to give all of us a chance... if he means no harm and needs aid we should hold our anger and suspicion and help the fellow before he collapses. If he is from old world maybe we can find something out?” She’d look to the man with her question and wonder if he came in peace and if he’d have answers to give.

[Avalon Salabim]

Avalon cocked her head slightly, nodding at Nova's explanation. The woman's words gave her a strange flutter of hope in her chest. If she knew of him, and he was from alive - and from their world...

"Understood. I suppose that leaves the question of how this happened." She couldn't resist looking up at the crack in the sky with her lenses. Just in case.  She remained further back, trying to stay out of the way of the others who were shouting and directing the last of the civilians she had passed.

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The Peering lens is capable of seeing connections. Who is using abilities on who like buff's or debuff's. Avalon can then hijack these connections to gain the benefits herself or end them on others up to four times a thread. Avalon can also move connections between two targets. These connections appear like lines of color and Avalon can understand everything about the connections. Once per thread these lenses can also peer through the veil into any other dimension she is aware of.

[Pig God, God of Pigs]

Avalon can see that there's two distinct connects from the cracks in the sky leading to the man who had fallen from them, and they appear to be some sort of tracking technique. The cracks themselves lead to a devastated, dark planet, however one leads to a Prota that... looks pristine!?

The man himself shrugs a bit.

"The name's Terry. I'd shake your hand, but... well, yeah."

He gestures to his arm.

There's a distinct cracking sound from the air around them, and two tears open in the air, each at least 60 feet away from each other, causing two figures to step out from them.

"Step away from the fugitive and you won't get hurt. This is Protan business."

The man says as he walks towards them.

"Target acquired."

The woman says with a grin, cracking her knuckles.

[Novocaine]

Nova would roll her eyes at Rhona. Especially after more people came falling from the sky.

"What a naive thing to say. Do you think any of them give two shits about a shared experience they weren't part of? All these titles might not exist here, but as you can see it's not the case for those left behind."

She once again struggles on what to do. She made a promise to Strike to take care of the Protans, but she didn't feel at all strongly about what they were fighting for anymore. Could she really raise a hand against them for a man she was told was an enemy?

And despite who she was she wasn't really privy on the details concerning Terry. It was always way above her.

"That man's probably a Reclaimer." Nova would warn the others about the one telling them to get out of the way, having no clue as to what the woman was. Another person spliced for improvements maybe? She doesn't really consider that that word might not mean much to some of them.

[Atlas Steele]

"Well, That is all i need to know." Atlas spoke loudly, waving to his friends that had arrived as his other arm was filled with potted plants that he paid for from a nearby flower shop as he would nod a few times.

Making his way towards the person known as Terry, Atlas would smile tenderly before using one of his two uses of his own ability to call forwards a small sprite.

"Come on little fella, we have some work to do." He spoke, before the plants in his arms along with the plants growing beside the road turned from their healthy status into weakened forms, some even turning brown entirely before crumpling in on themselves.

"I am sorry if this doesn't feel right, but I hope that this helps with the arm." As Atlas went out of his way to heal the man twice.

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Sprite of Spring summoned - Leaving Atlas with 1 Qi cast out of 2.

Sprite of Spring used to restore 30 total points of damage twice.
Leaving 8 uses of Qi left for the sprite of spring.
Sprite of spring has 3 posts remaining after this post before it vanishes or requires a second Qi use.

Ability Descriptions

SPOILER: Click to show

Sprite Mastery: Atlas can only have one Sprite in use at a time, however he can spend a post switching them out.
Each post that Atlas keeps a sprite out, he consumes a Qi charge, unless the sprite was chosen as his Zero, Upon which he can keep the sprite out for four posts at the cost of one Qi charge.
Atlas his Sprites do not have Defense, instead they use Atlas his Energy as [HP]

SPRITE
Stats
ATK 6
SPD 12
PER 12
ENG 20
Abilities
Sprite of Spring: New Life - Spring can take the Soul energy from near by plant life and heal a target of one wound, or a total of 30 dmg. (Obviously can't use this ability if there is no near by plants/)

[tsu]

The whole situation still did not it right with Tsu, her brow slanting into a furrow for a split second before firming into some degree of relaxation. She was less concerned as to her own queries going ignored, perhaps those here had more to do with the incident at hand than she did. "Atlas, any ideas?" she would ask the larger man as he strode over to their mysterious visitor. This would last all of a moment when the sky quaked once more and dropped two more visitors for the crowd to witness.

"The hell's a Protan? And for that matter a Reclaimer?", at this point unconcerned with who or if anyone answered her she closed her eyes a moment focused. Pulling a water bottle from her pocket and pouring it over her hands she would nod. "Any chance you got some drinks too? This water may not be enough.", she would ask, her head snapping towards Trent in hopes the wrestler had. 

[Aroma]

Seeing the crowd gradually become busier, Aroma walked over to Atlas and stood next to him after he had managed to heal the fallen man. More people had descended from the sky, and people still knew more than her in this scenario. And yet, the first thing to spring to her mind was the size of the crowd. It just didn't sit right with her.

She found herself slightly pinching the side of her friend's shirt while gritting her teeth and clenching her free hand into a fist. It wasn't so much the size of the crowd that was getting to her, more so the fact that they were so closely packed together. If one of these new arrivals were to attack, then... She was sure there would be grave consequences. Or worse.

Repeating the mantra she was taught in her head continuously, Aroma took a deep breath and let go of Atlas. She felt like it was stupid of him to randomly heal someone others were claiming to be some kind of criminal, but... On the other hand, she did feel like there was more to this than at first glance. "Anti-Christ rolling into a church" or otherwise, if anything, the supposed "good guys" in this scenario felt like more of a threat to her than the one they were here for, she may not be able to do much if shit were to hit the proverbial fan, but she would do her best to keep her friends safe.

[Trent "Hyas" Cassidy]

Oh. Oh damn, that's crazy. Trent's thoughts trailed along these lines, albeit mixed between lax and justifiably anxious. People were dropping from the sky left and right! The Terry in question now certainly seemed far from alone. Then again, the sky-people didn't seem on the best of terms. Maybe Terry is some terry troublemaker? ...Perhaps that was a bit of a stretch. Visually, the apprentice wrestler blinked such thoughts away; although likely only temporarily. His visage receded into a neutral sort. Information flew into Trent's ears as swiftly as all the others spoke. Admittedly: there was little that he already knew about.

Nonetheless, for the terms that seemed like keywords, Trent kept a mental note of them. Reclaimer, Prota, something about dragons, too. There was an extremely distinct feeling that it wasn't some Dark Dragon or Manakete, by any means. If only. Atlas, in the meantime, had taken to giving a quick helping hand to this Terry fella. Classic Atlas. Tsu took to seeking answers to Trent's mental note material, as well. Of course, it'd be best to keep an eye on Tsu herself; just in case. She's prone to "wipeouts". Hey, here's hoping that these unique-looking folks wrap up their business quickly, at the very least. With a visibly mild few looks about, Trent saw that the atmosphere around here was far more than light. Reaffirming his grip over half a dozen pizza boxes, Trent took to answering Tsu's inquiry. That is, just in case anything got a bit spicy.

"Just some water. Remember to play nice, now."

[Rhona Hall]

Instead of arguing with Nova she prepared her fist.

“I don’t know about that but that does complicate things. Further this means parts of our world survived and someone has the power to control these fissures which are linking these worlds. Alliances and territory affiliations aside we aught to get answers from someone.”

[Avalon Salabim]

Avalon falls silent at Nova's explanation, nodding once as her lips pressed into a tight line and old habits took over. It was unfortunate and unsettled her, but if there was a reclaimer, it was Prota politics, and not her own.

Unless somehow that changed.

[Pig God, God of Pigs]

Terry gives Atlas a smile and a nod.

"Thanks, big guy. I don't want to cause any trouble for you though."

The other man starts power-walking over, frowning.

"Aiding the fugitive, are you?"

He says, hand lighting up with some sort of bright green light!

The woman grins, walking forwards as well, basically bee-lining straight through anyone in the path, which includes anyone who doesn't move!

[Atlas Steele]

Hearing the frustrations from Tsu, Feeling the insecurities of Aroma, Obtaining the knowledge of another world, Atlas would raise his arms for a moment to defend himself before then dropping them down to his sides while exhaling rather loudly.

"I am sorry if anything wrong has been done." He would proclaim before realizing that he had probably made a mistake before using his hand to push Aroma back a few paces to make sure she was separated from him before placing his hands down on the ground.

Making sure to keep his own little sprite protected within his kneeling position and with his hands placed on the ground, he would speak out loudly to the two figures that asked him if he was aiding a fugitive. "I will not ask for forgiveness for healing those who are hurt, but if you wish to punish me, at least make it just me!"

Hoping to be able to resolve this with just himself getting punished for aiding a fugitive, he would keep a smile on his face as he knew there was no reason to fight against them yet.

Yet something burned within his heart, as if the unrest within it couldn't be quelled as he was prepared to spring up into action, not caring for how slow he could be.
He wouldn't be willing to go down silently if they started to got any funny ideas in their mind, regarding those he held dear.

[Sage Sudeki]

Spike would walk between Atlas and the approaching woman smiling as he ran a hand through his hair, his persona shifting a bit as he drew his Crystal sword with his left hand and flipped the bird with his right.

"Get fucked. This isn't a world where Prota exists. Even Reclaimers have no power here. So take another step. My name is Spike Sudeki, son of the Lightning Dragon, and I'll have answers, or your heads. Either way, you have no chance."

He was bluffing, but this was the way he acted during the war, this was the Spike most intel would likely have. He didn't think he could sit on par with a Reclaimer, but he hoped there would be enough back up from the connections he has been making here to make them stop. However, his own intel on Reclaimers was sparse, but they were known as Elites, and Mass Destruction Threat in Lightning Country.

[Aroma]

While Aroma felt somewhat offended by Atlas pushing her back, although she understood his reasoning. He had healed the one guy these strange people were after after all, that said she couldn't ignore the fact that they were potentially going to kill her friend, Be it with whatever the rabbit was going to do, or what that strange green energy was going to be. Either way, they didn't exactly look good for anyone involved.

Mentally expressing her distaste for Atlas getting them into this mess, she did however feel as if this would have happened regardless of his contribution. And at least this way they could have a potentially powerful ally, in the now healed man. If... They even lasted long enough to see him get involved.

On top of this, not only was Atlas seemingly the first to go from his preparations, he was also kneeling down to make it easier for them. Scoffing at his actions, Aroma stepped forwards and slapped him on the back. "If you die, die on your feet." She said coldly, she meant well. But of course this was no time to mince words. As she stood next to him and took on a fighting stance. She had... Some tools at least, but they would be heavily improvised. With some small rocks hidden in her fists, she prepared to try and counter either one of them, whichever one would make a move first.