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[Sariel of Tevet]

Amidst the swarm of Storm Riders, one of the bikers pulled back a bit until he was alongside Stratus...near the very back of the group. Leske leaned over in his seat and yelled to Stratus over the noise. "Where were you?" he didn't expect to see Stratus among the main group of Storm Riders. After all...Leske wasn't even sure if Stratus was actually a member of the gang. But usually the kid was tagging along like a lost puppy and Leske tended to keep an eye on him. "Please tell me you didn't talk to any of those weirdos back there!"

Leske had seen the strange group. Took one look at them and had flashbacks of his own time in an eclectic adventuring band. The PTSD was almost nostalgic.

"If you talk to people like that then before you know it-OH SHIT!" Which was when Leske spotted the Dayman riding towards them at top speed.

"Oh god. Not him. Anyone but him."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Stratus turned his head to find the leather bound The Dayman catching up. He was so close, in fact, that in Stratus' side mirror he could see the phrase "Fire Crotch" stenciled into the front of the codpiece kart, backwards, so that in the mirror it read correctly.

"Leske, do you really think I would be worried about a chump like him?"

He stood up on top of his bike, which somehow managed to not slow down with his hands no longer on the throttle, and pointed to his chest.

"I'm the biggest baddest fastest rowdiest sword slinginest biker in this bunch! My elemental powers are second to no one and he will learn to respect me Leske! Just like the rest of you."

He hopped down and was about to speed back up when he heard a horn in his ear. The Dayman had caught up and was positioned between Stratus and Leske.

"Nothing goes quite as fast as a royal codpiece child. You will soon learn this. As soon as I am done properly trash talking your friend here! Who seems to be racing with us."

The Dayman turned to find Leske, straddling a motorcycle with what seemed to be a new found confidence. He looked around for any sign of Magnus or the other Mooketeers and then rubbed his chin in bewilderment.

"Leskey! Leskey my boy are you on your own now? Did Magnus upgrade you three from apprentice!? Splendid! Absolutely splendid. You do know what this means don't you?"

The Dayman clicked a button and "autopilot" flashed up on the dash. He jumped from his codpiece kart and onto the front of Leske's motorcycle, placing his royal face inches away from his friend's. Careful to avert one, he positioned his vision so that only one eye was making contact, directly with Leske.

"You see! Anyone that Magnus would catch and release like you shows that he has to have some great level of respect in your abilities, even with being a lower classman! Given my respect for Magnus, that earns you one eye of contact between conversations. So how have you been Leskey!"

[Sariel of Tevet]

Haley drumed her fingers on the handles on her guns. "I like how she told us to follow her, but then just took. I mean it's not like we have bikes or anything." Off to the side, the whole Dayman/Stratus/Leske thing happened. "Oh. Well, of course he has a motocycle." She seemed to be continuously balanced on a knife edge these days, constantly teetering between absolute amusement and complete disgust. Most of that directed at the Dayman. Maybe she needed to loosen up? No. Being relaxed would get her killed.

Or something.

"Alright...jeez, I know I'm going to regret this, but...Dayman, would you produce some motocycles for the rest of us, so we can follow the Storm Riders?"

[Sariel of Tevet]

Pullio looks up ahead of him, at the wagon leading towards the town. His odd eyes glance about at the guards walking alongside him and the wagon, seemingly all watching the barbarian. He scoffs and looks down at his chained wrists, thinking I still cannot believe they overwhelmed me. I thought I was invincible, it seems that even when berserk I can fall. Pullio reaches up to scratch at his chin, rustling the chain with the movement. A guard raises a gun, aiming it towards Pullio's head.

"You'd better put those arms down freak." The guard warns, eyes narrowed, "I will blow your head off. I do not care how much you are worth, I will kill you."

Pullio put his arms down and frowns at the guard, who has Pullio's blade strapped against his back. "You dead already," He replies and shambles slowly up the path, following the wagon. His eyes glance up to the town ahead, and he prays to his pagan gods for someone to help him. If just to allow him to free his arms. He sighs and lowers his head, allowing his brown hair to fall in front of his face, wooden beads, charms, and small pieces of rock and metal clinking against each other.

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Water Elemental
She lowered her hands before letting out a slightly deafening high pitched echo of a sound one would not know was frustration unless told. "I never though they would be so frustrating, this must be how you humans and other land creatures feel every time the sun is up and you must deal with upsetting things."

In a splash of water, she flowed up onto the balcony of a house. "I don't have a reason for it, but I want to help you all. Just keep that Ephantus thing from me please. It revolts me." She said to the group before becoming a hovering stream of water and launching from walls and roofs after the creatures.

Alias
The echoing noise was too much for Alias's enhanced ears, and by the time The Water Elemental was gone. The rather large humanoid lizard crocodile creature tipped over from its hiding place. Making a rather loud noise and colliding with the ground behind them all. It took a minute before he let go of where ears would be and got up on a knee, looking around. His thoughts somewhat filled with making the observation that this was what it felt like to be shorter. Then he got up to his feet.

"Want to destroy things that made giant thing throw bags of shiny yellow things at me in shoulder, then explode into building after jumping on giant flying thing. I am angry at them'cause I have bruises that hurt now. Nothing gives me bruises without regretting it."

Spirit
Spirit was suppose to be robbing the girl of her rather dinky looking watch moments ago, but the thing that stopped her was the fact that the girl was with a group, the girl was terrifyingly wrapped up in wrappings and that there was a very large scaly creature there. So she would have to wait and watch for when she was alone, when that was going to happen Spirit did not know. Her attention would have been completely on them too. If it was not for a large burly man being dragged in bound with chains and the like. If she knew any better, she would say that this type of person would eventually end up with the other group of misfits... the group that had the girl with the watch she needed for payment.

She slid down a slopped part of a roof, and landed on the ground beside her two wolves named Shadow and Mystic. "This could work to her favor in many ways, if this man did meet up with the group of people... he could be a valuable person to have vouch for her if something goes wrong... or a valuable one to have on her side... debts due are debts she likes. So a large beast of a man being in her debt, that would go far in situations needing extra swords.

She stood straight up, flipping up her hood and wrapping her black heavy scarf around the lower half of her face. Only her golden eyes visible around her face. "Mystic, see that wagon... go! run in front of it like we practiced for those merchants last month, block it Mystic...." Looking at Shadow, she sighed "See the man driving the wagon... attack." She pointed at the man to emphasize what she wanted especially. Then sneaked off to the side till she was behind the situation were she could not be seen.

There was a huge ruckus as the driver shouted bloody murder at Mystic, halting so as not to crash into the wolf. Then a howl of pain as Shadow jumped up and clamped onto his arm, then dragged him out of the wagon. She would have to make noise unfortunately to get her to actually listen to training. She lay her fingers on her lips, issuing a high pitched whistle before hiding in some shadows. The guards looking around in confusion before setting there eyes on the wolves. A few of them chased after them. Though it seemed this prisoner was too important, and was not under guarded in the slightest. All in all, there was at least five guards there still, not counting the five two had left to chase the wolves down an alleyway, and were now shouting in pain as the wolves apparently got the better of them.

Slowly, she crept up behind the rear guard who had once pointed the gun to the large mans head. She looked to her left and winked at the man in chains before she slipped out one of her daggers, throwing it at the front guard who was looking horrified down the alleyway at a sort of massacre, then was looking face down at the ground as her dagger hit its mark. Quickly she clubbed the man she had sneaked up on in the neck with two enclosed fists. Knocking him out cold, grabbing a giant sword from the now unconscious guards back, she hefted it over the locked up mans chained bonds, having to let it go because it was too heavy for her. "To your left!" she warned. As the other two guards tried to get around him to her, apparently not aware she had cut his chains out of there stupidity. They had been too worked up with her surprise. One guard had a thin curved sword and the other a strange revolver pistol. Though they were not that far away from the big man if he was sane enough to help.

She drew her black bladed sword in preparation just in case it was not enough.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Pullio gapes at the sight of the wolves appearing, and at the quick movements of this strange girl. He looks up at the heavens and mouths a thank you to his Gods before catching his blade.The blade flashes and the chains drops from his body. He looks up, eyes flashing with rage. The berserker flies towards the guards, sword raised high and face as calm as a still lake. Pullio slams into one guard and cleaves him in half, then quickly swings his blade around him, slicing the man in half. As the remains of the guard begins to scatter, disappearing through the crowd, Pullio stabs his blade into the ground. His eyes, flashing with a rage that seems to be growing, follow the cowards and then seems to slowly lose their brightness. The man sits and tears a shred of cloth off of the guard nearest him. Slowly, he begins to clean his blade, moving his head to look at the girl. Pullio's right eyebrow rises, giving his face a mixed expression of surprise and amusement. Nice wolves. I wonder what she wants from me. The berserker takes his sheath back, and sheathes his blade while rising to his feet.

"Many thanks." He says simply after walking closer to her. The berserker searches her face for any clue of her real intent and, finding none, turns to walk away, definitely in the direction that the group is headed. BE fore he leaves, he picks up the pistol he was threaten with and pulls out a single bullet. This he slips into a small bag at his waist for braiding into his hair later.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Spirit
She tried her best to not show surprise in her face, the long journey he must have had without food or water should have him on his back, yet he was ready as ever to slice people to bits, it would be an understatement to say she was impressed. Her wolves returned from the alleyway, licking there noses and muzzles. Sheathing her sword, and walking up to the guard with her dagger in him. She grabbed the small hilt and tugged it out. Sliding it also in her sheath, yet keeping her hand on it. "You are not curious as to why I freed you?" she asked, her voice only sightly muffled by the material of her scarf and eyes peering at the man.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Pullio stops and sighs. His left hand rises up to touch his face, but stops when he sees the blood on it. His lips curl into a frown before he lowers his had. The berserker turns, the cocked eyebrow on his face gives the expression, Go ahead, I'm listening. The barbarian brushes some hair from his face, accidentally leaving a streak of red on his cheek from his left fingers. Noticing the crowd that is gathering around the dead slavers and that seem to be heading in their direction, he gives her a gesture to follow him and he walks into another alleyway, checking to make sure no one can hear. Pullio leans against a building, the wood rough against his scarred back. He touches a charm entwined in his hair and starts playing with it, slowly running his fingers over it and twisting his hair around his finger. "Go ahead." HE states calmly, devoid of emotion. Inside, however, he is burning with questions, wanting to know exactly how and why she freed him. After all, he could snap at any moment and rip her to shreds. Didn't she see the chains on him? She must be crazier than me....

[Sariel of Tevet]

Spirit
She walked on after him though cautiously. Then let go of her dagger and held her arms out for a moment. "I obviously am not a danger to you, though I cannot say the same for you to me..." she lowered her arms, keeping them near her daggers and sword. "There is a band of people- or, well... creatures in this next alley over. I have followed them, and they are doing something rather curious, it has something to do with the town itself. Safe to say, they seem like your kind of people. She eyed the beads in his hair for a moment before nodding. "In other words, a force to be reckoned with."

"Now, I have free'd you partly because I hate to see such a proud... individual. To be wasting away in such a predicament as you were in. I mean, no doubt, you could have eventually got free... possibly, but lets just say you going to them and helping them could be crucial to my job, plus anyways I think you might be wanting to crush some more guard skulls in or to cleave them in half and there is also no doubt that they are going to be doing some of that." She shrugged "Whatever suits you best to be sure. Now, would you do this? of course, I need something to call you, get your attention if there is something you need to know."

"Plus, I did help you escape, and you seem like a deadly, but honorable person... keep in mind I said seem like, there is a fifty percent chance I am wrong... but either way."

[Sariel of Tevet]

Pullio watches her carefully, eyes meeting hers, arms crossed on his chest. "You want me to kill?" He asks, obviously confused. "Or not?" He seems as if he wants to say more, but then stops. His eyes show a flash of distrust, "No. No face, no name." He looks down the alley, listening for anyone to walk in on them. He turns back to her and brushes his hand from his face. Pullio looks her up and down and scoffs, obviously not thinking very much of her. Why should I help her?

She saved your life, Pullio. A voice inside his head answers. She deserves your help. Besides, would it hurt to have one friend? Just one person? So what if she is using you, she obviously fears you. Just....don't kill her, at least, not right now. What if, she decided to travel with you? You know, keep you company? Taught you to read or something?

Pullio considers this and scratches his chin, leaving more streaks of red. His eyes flash back to her's, waiting for her to remove that scarf.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Spirit

Golden eyes narrowed at him for a moment. "You really do not get this whole anonymous thing do you." She sighs "Fine" slipping her scarf down, she let her hood fall back. "My name is Spirit, and these wolves are like my children. I have raised them since they were pups, the one on my left is Shadow and to my right is Mystic. So now you know more about me." Shadow, the wolf to her left cocked her head to the side as she looked at the bear of a man. Trying to distinguish if he was a threat or not, while Mystic seemed to already trust him. Not worried about his presence in the slightest.

"I wan't you to go to them and help with whatever they need, which is probably killing guards as I said. Though only if they say so. Before this though, I need to know more about you. I gave you details, now you come on even terms... who are you?" she sighed again. I am going to need to change the plan and go with you aren't I she thought in her head, slightly regretting helping him out, she was not sure how he could help besides being a killer, and while he seemed intelligent enough for a person of his stature, nothing short of an oaf. He was even getting blood all over his face, yet apparently not noticing.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Pullio looks at her face and suddenly becomes aware of the blood on his face. HE wipes his right hand on his pants and quickly tries to rub off the blood on his chin, realizing the futility of such a move. "Pullio. Warrior. Triana." He points to his blade. The berserker goes back to the wall, arms crossed. He closes his eyes and hangs his head forwards, letting out a large sigh. "Not good thinking. Only kill. Words not..." He clenches his fist and strains for the right word, "...work with Pullio." He thinks and raises his head, "Why you no go group? Why me? Me....big. People see me. Not you." He sighs and looks up at her with a sheepish look of noncomprehension on his face. "Pretty wolfs." He nods to Shadow and Mystic. "Sneaky. Triana not so sneaky."

The berserker looks up into the sky. "I help. Pay back debt." He pushes himself off wall. "You want them kill?" His lack of verbal comprehension seems almost impressive, but understandable considering he speaks a language that is extremely close to Gaelic.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Spirit

She considers this for a moment. He would probably be useful in some way... and seems to also need help with this lands basic language unfortunately. "I appreciate the good faith in telling me about you. Also, thank you for being good to wolves" she pointed at them. "Now... no kill-" She shook her head as she gestured her fist to punch her open hand. "-Till I say." she pointed at herslf and moved her hand from her mouth to show she meant words or a command.

[Sariel of Tevet]

He gives her a grin, this, he understands. "Where they?" Pullio asks, cracking his neck. He can play along with her little scheming. It will end up with the group dieing at his hands, if she ordered it. And probably most of the area around them as well. He then frowns, Wait...if I am not getting paid for mercenary work, are we a tribe? And a tribe with two people is not very strong. I must toughen her up. Teach her to fight. "You pay? Or not?" Pullio inquires, wanting to know whether she is inviting him to be part of a tribe. The berserker brushes some hair behind his ear and glances down the alley, hearing voices. "Group? I join."

[Sariel of Tevet]

The Dayman was quite a ways away from the main group, but could swear he heard Haley calling out to him. In fact, he thought he heard that, but continued to ignore it anyway. His race with Leske and Stratus was much more important. ..Um sir. Quite sorry to interrupt your race but...I do believe they need your help. None of them have moved yet...I don't believe they have a means to create vehic...yes. Yes sir I know. You are quite benevolent for interrupting your race to help them. No, I am quite aware that you don't support welfare but think of it as...giving yourself more racers to defeat.

This intrigued The Dayman's ego of course. He pushed a button on his codpiece and the door of his garage that was left behind began to open next to the group, revealing enough ambiguously detailed vehicles for the group to claim and use how they saw fit.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Haley blinked in surprise (a surprise that was slowly disappearing, she noticed) at the garage she had somehow not noticed until that moment. "Dorian...am I getting rusty or...?"

"I think we're still operating on previous, logical logic, as opposed to this...insane troll logic."

"Then I should start thinking like a crazy person."

"That's absolutely not what I meant."

Too late. Haley strode into the garage and began eying the ambugously shaped vehicles. They all seemed specifically designed for individual people, but not for her. She frowned. "Seems like there ought to be one here for..." and then she saw it. All dull gunmetal gray and worn leather. The widest grin she had ever displayed in years spread across her face, showing itself in creases amongst her cloth wrapping. She straddled it and it whinnied to life, reminding her of the sounds a horse might make.

"This is a bike for a cowboy," she announced seating herself properly. "Or an outlaw." She heard Dorian groan, but then...

"Hey, there's a mirror in front, above the light! Oh I like this. I take back what I said, Haley." She knew he must be grinning like a kid on Christmas, too.

Her bike roared as she weaved out of the garage, back into Stormfront, and then in the direction the Storm Riders and the Dayman had gone. "Saddle up, she called to those left behind!"

After a minute of riding, she heard Dorian start to sing (and an acoustic guitar start up, somewhere in the distance), "It's all the same - only the names'll change. Everyday...it seems we're wasting away. Another place where the faces are so cold, I'd drive all night just to get back home" He trailed off, but Haley took it up.

"I'm a cowboy. On a steel horse I ride...and I'm wanted. Dead or alive.

They went on like that, belting their way through Bon Jovi's 'Wanted Dead or Alive' along with the inexplicable ghost band that had started up somewhere. She was laughing by they time they caught up to the Dayman. "These bikes rule!"

[Sariel of Tevet]

Bartholemew Laughs as his Ghost Band begins to take Psychic Requests, and saddles up himself on a Gnarly Black and Red Metal Number, revving up hard as he moves to follow in.

"Alright. Let's get down to business. To Control, The Wo- Er. I mean. Defeat the Huns? No, that's not right.. Ah fuck it! Let's kick some ass." He says with a laugh, as he peels down the road after the Storm Riders- his bike leaving a trail of black and red in the air.

Soon he's caught up as well, and riding heftily. "Hi Ho. Hi Ho. It's offff to work I go. With a Derry Boo and a Hil- Fuck, always forget how that part goes. SO uh. Whats the plan?"

[Sariel of Tevet]

It's...I...." Leske sighed. "Hello Dayman. I'd ask how you even got here but I'm actually kind of afraid o know the answer." If the Dayman was here then this group of "heroes" was already too far gone the way of the Centros adventurers to retain their sanity. "I'm surprised that Magnus isn't here too. This group looks like t needs a mysterious wizard to subtly guide the party along."

He let that hang for a moment and then the statement sunk in. He was, in fact, the only wizard within several hundred miles. "Oh no..." he groaned.





Ephantus walked into the garage and glanced around. "This is...absurd." he correctly observed. He supposed he could try and find a vehicle that suited him...or he could just go back into warform and FLY around...but he JUST got another servitor body. He found a strange bike near the back of the garage. Strange because it appeared to have no wheels on it.

He touched it and his eyes widened slightly. He could interface with this thing. He did so, and the bike turned on, blue TRON lines appearing everywhere and the bike made a noise that sounded suspiciously like the Windows startup tune. It began to hover slightly above the ground. "A hover bike. Okay."

Ephantus rode his new bike out of the garage and chased after the Storm Riders.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Pullio walks into the middle of the path, hearing the rumbling of motorcycles. HE pauses and looks towards the direction of the group, confused as to what the sound was. HE walks towards the sound, a bit nervous, and reaches up to the handle of Triana. Maybe it is some beast. I need to stop the beast! It might attack the group which is around here, somewhere according to that woman.... HE shakes his head and starts walking to the noise, in the middle of the road. The berserker squints, trying to see who or what the dark shapes are. Once again, in the middle of the road/path.

[Sariel of Tevet]

Spirit
Running after the barbarian of a fellow. She poked him in the arm in a simple gesture. "Please just get out of this road, I promise it is most likely not a monster wanting to eat our flesh. In fact, it could even be the group I told you about-" she spitefully shook her head, then stepped in front of him. Clicking her fingers in his face. "Is probably group" she said slowly, trying to get his mind to grasp her words. "Out of the road, now."

Alias
Alias in his seemingly odd way. Followed the group without picking up one of the bikes or vehicles. Simply, he followed the trail of dust, not even really bothered with the fact they did not notice him. He preferred it that way and all he wanted to do was find out who had made that ridiculous creature which had thrown him into a building. As he was too proud to think he could have succumbed to the poison and got knocked out by it. The people were pulling away from him, but he did not mind. He was fast enough to keep in sight of there dust trail as they zoomed along.
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Meanwhile, it had not taken long for The Water Elemental to catch up with the storm riders. It was easy enough when she could simply cut corners over buildings while the others had to go around structures. She stayed farther behind the driving and flying storm riders themselves though for she had a sinking feeling that they would get upset if someone would beat them at there own game.