John Flamesinger

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John watched them with interest. Never before had something like this been done, and he was glad that - Boom! John froze. "Please tell me they couldn't feel that?" "They can't." "Good. What caused that?" "Probably a collision of some kind." John turned toward the guard. "A collision? Not with our shields." The two gazed at each other as understanding flew across their faces. "Get them out. We need to go, Now!" John ran down the hallway, heading back for the bridge. The guard stepped into the room, taking the form of a Roman Soldier. "Everybody follow me." @Everyone

John gasped as he hit the ground. He could see everything, but nothing. When he sat up, it was dark. "Hello?"

John waited patiently for all of them to settle down. "You will learn in time why you are here." He snapped his fingers, and the world warped around the group. They appeared in a tropical island resort. "This Hologram can also produce food. Please try not to kill each other." He smiled and disappeared.

John frowned, studying the 2 that had been talking. They sat down and stared at the wall. "Vitals?" "Normal." John walked over to the door. He stuck his hand through the identification machine, and it confirmed him being Flamesinger. He pulled his hand out, and walked through the door into the cell. "Hello," He said, speaking English. "I am John." @I think I am here. @Sorana

"Oh dear. They're starting to talk about the magic." John grimaced.

Another arrow was fired. And John got mad. Very mad. John stopped and took a deep breath before seeing who was in front of him. "Victoria? Entropy?"

Fascinating. Here, just a few moments after coming awake, they were up and moving. John frowned at the conversation that started taking place. He craned his neck at one of the guards. "You put them in the same cell? I thought I asked for them to be split up depending on what technology they had?" "You did. When they were moved aboard, there wasn't enough holding cells." John nodded and continued watching them.

How many times has Saturn been married? I don't know, but it sure has a lot of rings! Why did the planets go to Earth's house for dinner? Because the Earth has a lot of plates!

There was another twang, and John fell to the ground, arrow in his shoulder. He got up, unsheathing his sword, and he could see again. He saw who was attacking them. He saw the attacker's family. He saw love. He saw hope. He saw Fear. He saw anger. He saw the dead body laying in the forest floor, John's sword covered in blood. He breathed heavily, and cleaned his blade before resheathing it.

John froze, looking behind the bush. Except, he couldn't. Nothing changed, aside from the world going blurry. "I don't know, I can't look behind it."

Don't encourage him.

"Even if it's a sinking ship," John said quietly, "Doesn't mean we give up on them and join them."

John shook his head. "We are the guardians of Hopearaa. Not it's killers."

"Oh dear." John shook his head as Luna confessed to being wanted in all three countries. He turned to Truth. "Yes, we should wait for the others. I wonder where Negation is, I haven't seen them in a long time." He frowned. "And I can't see them know."

@Sorana

The ship bustled around him. Gathen ran around the bridge, summoning up screens as they went, correcting problem after problem with the magic powered spacecraft. John Flamesinger sat in the center of it all, arms outstretched, floating a few feet off the ground. Ding. John sighed as he put his legs to the floor, and turned around the floating screen behind him. It was time. He made his way through the crowd, which was easy since they got out of his way. Much different then a couple thousand years ago. Then they would of arrested him without a heartbeat, the greatest rebel the species had ever known. That was before they came back. When they did, John had been selected by - Ding. He sighed. "Yes?" "Sir, their awake." "Awake? How?" "We don't know sir. It's possible that close interactions with the magics they tap could resist the what we did." John nodded. He peered through the glass, knowing the inhabitants couldn't see him. There was the one that they had taken from the cave, and another one that had been in bed in a ship 4 dimensions, 13,000 lightyears away. "Who are you," he murmured. "And how can you influence The Universe so?" "Excuse me?" "Nothing. Wake them up." A flash of light went from person to person, jolting them to awakeness.

John made his way through the paths of the world, coming across the river. Getting into a boat he had left there eons before that had somehow survived, he made his way to the forest. A day later, he walked into a quiet glade, empty. He waited, watching Tion, the Sensation god in his mind as he walked the trail. As he stepped in the glade, John stood up from the tree he had been leaning against. "Tion." @Archer

John raised an eyebrow at the animosity. "Yes, I am with the parlor. We," he said, motioning towards the hallway where Aben was, "are here to see if we could get you our of here. And there was a lot more guards then you would think."

And John Flamesinger groaned at the horrible pun.

But that didn't work either.

John made his way through the door, and saw the men. Aben took of all of them, taking care no to hurt them. John rushed past him and found more men rushing at Lance and whoever that other person was. John yelled, startling the attackers and he wacked a couple with his sword pommel and knocked the last one out with the metalmind bracer on his arm. He glanced at the two. "Fine predicament that you got yourselves into." @Emperor Stick

And it was tasty.