Dusk?! Aeris pensait que son corps se tensait alors qu'il entendait la vie de son ami. Vraiment, il aurait dû s'y attendre, mais ça a toujours été une surprise de le revoir après qu'ils se soient séparés. Presque comme si une partie de lui ne s'attendait pas à ce qu'il revienne. Cette partie, il a vraiment essayé de ne pas prêter attention à.
Dusk, et l'apparence décontractée de son nouveau compagnon était au moins aussi bizzarre que celle apparemment sans rapport avec celle d'une fille aux cheveux courts et d'un long barbu qui se promenait tout simplement. Quelles étaient les chances que deux personnes au hasard le trouvent ainsi que son troupeau dans un tel endroit? Il n'y a aucune chance. ... seulement les dernières chances. Le Bélier a presque roulé ses yeux là-dessus. Parfois, tu n'as pas l'air aussi intimidant que tu le penses. Dusk a dû les rencontrer avant et leur donner des directives, sûrement. Même lorsque le bref échange a révélé que ce n'était vraiment pas le cas, Aries a refusé de laisser le sentiment que quelque chose ne l'ennuie et se concentre sur le présnt.
Une fois qu'une double vérification a confirmé que c'était bien Dusk, l'autre homme a senti un poids soulever ses épaules. Ça n'a pas été long, mais prendre soin d'autres personnes avait vraiment pris son péage sur lui. Non seulement parce que rien de ce qu'il a dit n'a eu exactement le même effet que les paroles de leur chef.
"Bienvenue." Il s'adressa hâtivement aux nouveauxcommandants avant de se tourner vers son ami, en gardant sa voix basse dans l'espoir que personne n'entendrait. "Je pense que nous devrions parler dès que nous pouvons le faire en privé." Cela dit, il a pris sa veste et a quitté la cabine en direction du bois voisin.
Pendant ce temps, Jay, qui hésitait à se réveiller, était occupé à regarder les nouveaux arrivants, et l'homme en perticulaire. Maintenant qu'elle était (la plupart) bien reposée et (la plupart) propre, la femme pouvait se concentrer sur quelque chose d'autre qu'elle-même. Il n'y avait rien de discret sur les regards d'Ours, c'était une série de monstres. Qu'est-ce qu'il faisait, cosplaying? Ou, ne me dites pas que non seulement les gens comme nous existent, mais aussi les loups-garous? Certainement pas! Puis encore une fois, c'était un dragon qui volait autour de la pièce et un garçon qui prétendait être capable de lancer des malédictions, alors à quel point cela serait-il incroyable, vraiment? Elle avait entendu un murmure sur un ours mort autour de la cabane si franchement, un allié de loup-garou sonnait mieux que toutes les autres causes auxquelles elle pouvait penser. Bien sûr, cela supposait qu'il y aurait des alliés ici.
Jay ne faisait confiance à personne ici. La moitié d'entre eux avaient l'air trop naïfs pour leur propre bien, et l'autre moitié, bien. C'est eux que tu voulais en tant qu'amis. Si la poussée venait à pousser, très peu de personnes dans la pièce survivraient. Kaesar, Lucy, Horus... c'est sur elle qu'elle parierait ses cartes. C'est pour ça qu'elle a essayé de faire une conversation avec la plupart de ceux qui l'écoutaient. L'information était une arme, l'une des plus dangereuses qu'elle connaissait, et elle voulait la polir bien avant que la moitié de ces gens n'apportent leur connaissance à leurs tombes.
La femme étirait ses muscles raides et regardait à l'extérieur de la fenêtre estimant que c'était les premières heures de la journée, quelque part entre l'aube et midi. Une chose que vous pourriez prendre à peine en grattant pendant des semaines dans une décharge. Il vous apprend à prêter attention aux banalités comme le soleil et la lune. Assis et portant une main à travers ses cheveux retors, elle a accueilli les nouveaux arrivants avec un simple clin d'œil et a regardé autour de la pièce.
"Tu ne penses pas qu'il est temps de discuter de ce qu'on sait sur Elvarren?" Elle a laissé la question suspendue, le poids de celle-ci remplissant la pièce comme de la fumée épaisse.
Aries 

What is my real name?
Tobias Wever. But you wouldn’t know that. To you, I’m Aries.
Age? 
I’m 26 years old.
What would you see looking at me?
Well… Pretty generic looks. Slightly feminine features. Quite tall, but don’t ask me to be specific, me and Dusk have been away from any tape measures for quite some time now. Taller than most men I encounter anyway. Not that there are many….
I have brown eyes and dark auburn hair that is usually messy. I don’t care much about mirrors, with my abilities what I end up seeing there isn’t always pleasant anyway. Cuts, bruises and a ghastly pale skin… No, thank you. I’m not fond of my looks and that’s why I don’t care about clothes either. A t-shirt and a jacket or shirt is my usual attire (shirts are good for covering scars and for stopping any bleeding. Win-win.)
What is my ability? 
I can heal people. Simple as that.
Well… almost. The wounds get transferred to me. I can then heal myself, given that I have enough energy. I’m used to doing it by now and I have a pretty high pain threshold as I have the compulsion to help (I blame Dusk). But needless to say it’s not entirely pleasant. Also, the bigger the wound, the more energy I need so it can be troublesome.
The Voice?
Yeah, of course I have it, we all do. But I’d rather not talk about it.
Where did I come from, and how long have I been looking for Elvarren?
Netherlands. Too long.
How did I end up here?
Very good question. One more thing I can blame Dusk for. Well, I would like to anyway. Though things would have probably ended up the same anyway, even if his abilities hadn’t awoken before mine. But that’s beside the point. The point is that we went to school together, and we were in the same class. Not exactly “friends” until he started losing his grasp on reality. And I’ve been following him since. I’d trust him with my life… even if I don’t always trust him to take care of his own.
Anything else you want to get off your chest?
Dusk is a dumbass.
….
Thank you, that felt good.


 Jay 
 

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The voice in my head has some questions about you. No, I am not crazy.
….Okay. That’s a good start…
What is your real name?
Catherine St.Clair.
Make sure no one learns it. So, have you thought of a good alias for yourself?
Haha, don’t worry, it wasn’t my real name anyway.
Alias, huh? Hmm… Well, I like trinkets and I’m very pretty and colourful. How about Jay?
How old are you, anyway? 
Let’s say… 20?
How would you describe your own appearance? Height, hair, clothes, whatever.
I was born with good looks – something I’m still conflicted how I feel about. That’s why I dye my hair green – it seems most guys don’t have the balls to approach someone with green hair, and whoever does is usually nerdy enough and easy to get rid of. …or very bored and up for a challenge.
Yet, I can’t help myself and strive to look good. I can’t wear baggy or ripped or stained things. Well, unless that’s the point of them. See, clothes set the mood so you have to wear what’s appropriate for the occasion. I mostly manage. Though not so much this time.
When I put this dress on, the intention was to go to the club and have some fun. Originally it wasn’t so ripped and stained and stinky either, believe me. But I didn’t expect to end up in the fucking city dump… Man, I bet I look like a joke right now. This is embarrassing. Can I borrow some clothes?
Recently all of us are afflicted with these impossibly unreal abilities. Like Mystics. What is your ability?
My power… I don’t usually discuss that with strangers but given how you quite literally saved my life…
I never really bothered thinking up a name for it… “Transfer”? “Fake”? “Appropriate”? In any case, it’s quite straight-forward – I can temporarily “steal” the quality a certain item or material possesses. Say a feather can drift in the wind currents and so can I. A fish can breathe under water and so can I. I can make my skin tough as a tree bark and my nails sharp as talons… If I’m lucky enough to have a cat around, I could steal its reflexes… it only works with solid things, though. I can’t turn my body to liquid or anything near as powerful as becoming transparent. I can only gain the properties for a short while – up to a few minutes and it can be quite dangerous… what do I do after I take off the ground and am already too high to just drop? I try not to think about that.
When it comes to people, unfortunately I can’t steal other people’s and power users’ abilities, though I’m working on achieving that. Occasionally it works in my dreams, when I use it on those creatures, but I still find it hard to be able to touch those creatures and not get hurt myself…
Yeah, that is the catch. I need to touch the things I want to copy from. That’s why so far it only works with items. I’ve tried using my ability on humans. Unfortunately, they have passed out before I could acquire any of their qualities… But once I got to touch a power user… and nothing happened! I didn’t steal their power, but I felt it… unfortunately I had to back off before anything bad happened – I wouldn’t like to risk my life just for an experiment. Though I’m quite eager to try that again…
But otherwise it’s useful. I can also assign the property to another item – make water colder than it was and even make a rock as light as a leaf. But… that comes at a big cost. I can use my ability on myself easily, but when I try to transfer a quality to something else it makes me very tired… and hungry. I try to generally avoid doing that but there’s been more than one case when it’s come extremely useful.
Did I mention I’m a pretty decent fighter? I’m not a shoalin or anything that spectacular but so far I’ve managed to survive. I can take on men and even soldiers on the odd occasion. Of course, it might have to do with the fact that I play dirty. Quite dirty...
What is your voice like? Has he told you anything aside to search for Elvarren?
I don’t know much about it actually. He/she isn’t very talkative. I get a sense that she knows more than she’s telling me and I can’t tell if she is incapable or reluctant to tell me. Either way, she’s not much help with anything. Very occasionally she’ll warn me about something but it’s so quiet that I can’t tell whether it’s real or I’ve imagined it. Given how you yourself have that voice in your head, it’s probably real.
Where did you come from, and how long have you been looking for Elvarren?
L.A. Well, that’s where I grew up. Since I turned 13 I’ve been on the road though, so I couldn’t really call any place home. I started looking for Elvarren when I was 16.
How did you end up here?
Well… you know, right?
How did you find me anyway? After a week on that dump I thought I would die there. You and Aries turning up was like a small miracle. Well, not a small one. I am really indebted to you guys. I hope I can repay you. Thank you for taking care of my injuries too. That gang… they really meant business, didn’t they?
Anything else you want to get off your chest?
I can’t think of anything right now. Thank you for asking.
It is good to meet you, friend. You’ll be safe here – for the time being…
Good to meet you too. Really good.