Scars of Hathsin

Have either of you seen the orbital strike cannon.

Arranis walks towards the bar. Smiling, he had just come back from taking his kids fishing, and it had been hilarious, and joyful experience, between him and his son. With not many fishes, but ended with them both wet, and dripping. he had lost track of time until he had checked the quick sundial he had made in the sand and realised that it was late, and had quickly whisked his son home, gotten into drier clothes. But now he had a task to do. he heads towards the village, walking through the somewhat cobbled street, to the larger building that signified the inn. He looks at the swinging sign briefly, and pushes open the door. He scans the room looking for his Haki leader. he somewhat despised the Haki as they had started taking over their world, but he needed the money at the moment. He spots one, and another person at the end of the room near the bar. "How do you do" he says as he walks up to them.

"Sound awesome." Arranis says enthusiastically, "Moral consequences are stupid"

"Wait" Aaron yells after her. We should not go that way, because the police will be waiting there for us. "He grabs some of the seeds from his hand, and a twig in the other. "I can make us a temporary ball of wood to travel down into the river, and shape it from that, cushioning it with plants."

Aaron watches the two stunned. "What just happened" he says. unsure if anyone heard him. He looks out the window again parting some of the vines, noticing the large amount of police cars crowding below, and pouring towards the arch. "Umm guys I think we need to go now"

Aaron does not look up. I will let them sort this out, but we need to get out of here soon, before the police come.

Watching his plants finish their job, he notices that Ed is crying. He feels a pang of guilt, At least he is safe. He glances at the pair again before shaking his head. Slipping to one of the corners of the room, bringing out his leather like journal.

Aaron saw Edgar glance towards the window. "Oh no you dont" he grumbles, spilling all of his seeds, sending them sprouting to the window, latching onto what was possible to stop anyone, jumping out.

I am estimating a few days non stop

Arranis, Smokestack Arranis watches what is happening in the crowd. Which surged around him, and he surged with it, pretending to get a better look. The stampeding had gotten better, when people had realised there would be a game being played. This should be interesting. Let's see if we can gleam anything from this.

"That's fine" Aaron says, throwing another hand of seeds in from another pouch. Aimed to make Edgar fall asleep, and to heal more.

Aaron looks up. "I am fine now" he says, his voice becoming perkier. What just happened to me, I thought he was in Tartarus. he glances at the vial of Gorgon blood in his pocket, and goes cold. It was empty. No, no, no, who got it. He goes through the days event in his mind. Did a monster take it? He heads towards Edgar, throwing his special mix of blooms around him once again. He glances at the rapidly mptying packet. "I dont have too much left." he says to Jenny, focusing on the healing, and what he can do for his friends.

Anybody wonder how long it took Scar to get that much ore?

Aaron glances up at this, trying to contain his headache. "That was not at you" he says through gritted teeth. Feeling the other presence trying to do something to him. He tries to batter it away. It goes away. He slumps forward. Remember what I can do, don't disappoint me he whimpers.

Arranis glances at the others, "What is the BBEG" he says, looking quizzical.

Arranis, Smokestack "Its Asylum alright" Astryn announces as she heads back down to him, floating along the invisible air currents, that she always seemed to travel on. "Do you know who has got him?" Arranis says casually, drawing a glance somewhat from passers by, but he saw a surge from up ahead. "Looks like they caused a panic" he murmurs. As the stampeding crowd heads towards him, he notices a few people being pushed into the rough brick that formed the houses around Smokestack, he notices a small child fall in front of oncoming feet, and he quickly picks him up, standing him on his feet. Before turning away, and barging through the crowd. Heading for Asylum.

Arranis, Smokestack Arranis cracks an eye from where he had been snoozing against one of the walls. "So much for looking for a criminal" he thinks to himself. He picks up his pace again, walking through the thronging crowds for the festival. He had arrived earlier that day, as it seemed to be the place for Asylum to be. He feels something in his gut. Spiking up. Pretending to glance around nonchalantly, he glances up at the blue sky. A small figure was waiting there. Who is it he asks Astryn, I don't know, I don't have telepathic communication with everyone do I. She snaps back sassily. before flying up towards the figure.

Name: Arranis Reelwiron Galanodel Gender/Pronouns: He/Him Race: ? Magic System: Alma Magic Personality: He is an extremely likeable person, is friendly towards others, and enjoys his new life on the planet, with a family for the first time in his life, and is exceedingly dedicated to them. Abilities/Skills: Connector, Melee Weapons Master, Multi-Lingual Backstory: He has a mysterious background, and had just appeared on the planet one day, but has become a vital part of the community, and it seems to everyone that he has been there forever. He is now the father of a son (Aiden, 5) and newborn (Del, 0). Physical Appearance: [] V

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Aaron ses Jenny glance at him. You have to help him, Leave him, you may get a chance... He feels like his head is ready to explode. "Just stop it" he almost yells, clinging to the sides of his head. He glances towards the others again, but another bout of headaches seem to split his head. No, No, No, my little pet

Aaron looks up, a haunted look in his eyes. He shakes the fog away. Trying to at least pretend that he was normal again. "burgers would be great" he mutters trying to sound upbeat

Home, District Orodain Douglas grabbed his brothers hand, walking him along the footpath towards the city centre. he was in an oddly good mood. Perhaps it is all the money in my pocket he thinks smugly to himself. The crude buildings of the outskirts of town slowly turned concrete as they neared the centre, where hundreds of people stood underneath the sun, which beat down upon them. He glances at his brother, who is smiling at his new toy. It was a dog shaped toy. Stuffed full of something soft. He smiles again. That little thing has kept his brother busy the past few days, and the toy puppy had already become a pilot, a game maker, and many other things. He pulls his brother towards him, and lifting him up, he settles him on his own shoulders, watching as the show starts. peacekeepers much up on the stages, heading towards the ball that contained the names of people from all over the district. The lady up the front reaches the balls and addresses the audience. He watches, but does not hear anything. Someone calls his name. He looks up. The lady out the front calls his name again. he sits there stunned. Everyone nearby looks at him. His brother makes a sound. And he feels tears drop on his head. "No" he hears his brother say in a wobbly voice above him. Which started to dissolve. He tries to get him off his shoulders, to sooth him, but his brother starts crying. "Not you too" he sobs trying to hold on. Peacekeepers come towards him intent on taking him away. He tries to head towards the stage, but his brother kept holding onto him. He glances around. Praying to the Almighty or whoever was up there to help him. His brother keeps clinging to him. "Please forgive me" he says to his brother. Who peers up at him, and he delivers an uppercut to the young boys chin, trying to put some but not a lot of force behind it. "I love you" DOuglas says to his brothers body as it crumples to the cement, he sees one of the caregivers and tosses her his bag of money motioning to his younger brother. Hoping she will understand. She nods in conformation, and he gets dragged to the stage. His brother getting picked up gently by the woman. He stares straight ahead for the rest of the ceremony, small silent tears rolling down his face, and as he goes into the hal, he hears his brothers voice behind him "Douglas" Hunger Games Arena Douglas feels a sharp pain between his ribs, and briefly flares his powers, only for them to fail an instant later. A spear. He feels the spear travel through his body, and his breathing hitches, as it goes through a lung. The shaft and head slide out the front of his body smoothly, and he suddenly feels the pain.It burns through him, from the entry and exit wounds, and spreading out, like fire. He gasps again, and it feels like napalm was poured down his throat. he coughs, and notices the red. So this is how I die, he thinks to himself. Slaughtered like an animal, without a chance to fight back He feels the person drag the spear out of his body. His body convulsing as he does so, and feels things ripping inside of him. No He tries to rise, but the pain was too much, and he falls back down. The small thump as he hit the ground sounded pitiful. "I am so sorry Aiden" he tries to say, or mutter anything. But nothing comes out, and he feels a tug, and slowly drifts away like a leaf in the breeze. His hands reaching out for someone that would never see him again. Ex-Home, District Orodain Aiden watches as his brother dies on the screen, the camera zooming up on the face that Aiden loved. His fae twists in a grimace, as he feels his brothers pain, the defiance. The love. He doubles over, the pain turning his vision black for a second. The killed is now on the screen, looking at the other. I will get you for this His mind latches on the thought, and it bounces around his head, growing stronger and stronger. It stops. The pain. He feels something slip away from him, and he feels tears run down his small cheeks, and onto the clothing that he wore, and onto the small dog toy that his brother had got him. He clutched it in both hands. Wanting not to let go of his brother, but feels him pull away, into another place.