Scars of Hathsin

Aaron Aaron tumbled out of the bus, his sword coming to life, as he wills it. The celestial bronze weapon was a balanced blade, that he had spent... a while... practicing with it. He sees the others dealing with the furies, and decides to go against the hell hounds. The first one lunges at him, and he chucks the seed he had taken from the death flower down it's throat, while at the same time willing it to grow... at extreme rates. HE staves off the hellhound with the sword, and watches the shifting bumps underneath the beasts skin. Plants blossom out of the beast, shredding it completely, and he forces them towards the hell hounds, grappling them in the spot, and going through them with his sword. Taking down ones that were even slightly entangled, or distracted.

Aaron "Umm about that..." he points towards the front of the vehicle, were a winged creature was battering at the doors and a bunch of dog looking creatures stood behind them, loping along at the pace of the bus @Weaver of Lights @Lunamor @RoyalBeeMage

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Aaron Aaron woke. His subconscious had registered something was not right, and had sent warning signals flashing throughout his body. There was a monster nearby. He feels his adrenaline kick in, pumping through his body, getting him ready to fight. Aaron rolls his muscles slowly, easing out what could be potentially life threatening kinks. He takes a quick look out the window, noting where they were. They had just exited a tunnel and New York, was far behind them. "I must have been asleep for a few hours" he thinks out loud to himself. He hears a growling nearby, "You gotta be kidding me" he mutters. He turns to the others. There is some bestial creatures nearby, maybe hellhounds, or something. I also hear the flapping of some wings outside." @Lunamor @Weaver of Lights @The Clarinetist @RoyalBeeMage

Arranis sucks in a breath, gaining access to some of the investiture in the room, and a fierce glow emanates from him. he feels more alive then ever. This stuff is so much stronger than purified Dor. He summons his shardblade, and it drips a radiant smoke, from his spren absorbing so much energy. He also summons his other blade, which forms out of nowhere, like pinpricks of light coming together. He runs forward seeing if the pure light pushes back the darkness

@The Stormfather

Arranis glances around the space, the magic being achieved was incredible, the pure amount of raw investiture, (what he calls any magic) was astounding, this should help power my abilities to an extreme extent. He thinks to himself.

Arranis glanced at the bed, I don't trust that, he thinks to himself, and curls up on the floor. Wrapping himself in a cloak that he got out of his bag.

Arranis, Bendalloy Bar Arranis glances at the dice that his opponent rolled. Damn, he can give himself luck, probably from doing lucky things. He brings the shot of horneater white to his lips, and pours it down his throat. He feels the familiar fiery feeling as he swallows the alcohol. He feels his suppressed stormlight eating at the alcohol, and feels the effects of the drink go away. Beat that punk he thinks. "My name is Aaron" He picks up the dice, and this time, swaps them for his weighted ones. Try and use bad luck on those. He sends the dice rolling. Rolling a relatively high number.

Arranis tries to cover as much as he could, storing the memories of the place. "How stunning" he breathes. He catches up to the others. "Hey Roy, you think you could teach me in your magic. I make it a practice to learn things as I discover them" @RoyalBeeMage

Arranis, Bendalloy Bar Arranis glances at the dice that have been laid on the table. He has probably made me unlucky in some way. He grabs it anyway, checking to make sure that he had the weighted dice still in his pocket he rolls his dice. He admires the dice, they look like they are made of pure gold,and the engravings are beautiful. He tests the weight discreetly. "Can't have any extra chances of losing" he mutters to himself. Feeling the eyes of other people on him. He throws the dice on the table A low roll "Well that was kinda expected" his spren says. It still stings though, Arranis says back. Waiting for the other guy to roll. What is the bet that this guy will get a higher roll He whispers to his spren. @Stormlightsong

Arranis glances at the palace, it was an immense structure, built of mother of pearl, shining with an inner luminesce. He gasps in awe of the building. Before ripping his eyes away from the building, and walking over to his friend. "What has happened while I have been asleep, Penn?" 'I don't remember anything, and suddenly there is mythical beings spouting prophecy., not that I want say Yes to an adventure. "

Aaron Aaron glances at the flower in his hands, as he walks along, such a pungent smell he thinks to himself. Checking to see if anyone was looking, he took one of the seeds that was in the mouth of the plant. This should do. He slips it into one of his hidden pockets and catches up with the rest of the group. "So what bus are we going to take? and do we already have the tickets?" he jabbers on. He writes another small note in his notebook. Let's hope this all goes to plan, he thinks to himself

Home, District Orodain Douglas, laid his brother back in his bed, and crawls back into his bed himself. "What if he is an empath" he keeps repeating to himself, both in his mind and aloud. He remembers developing his latent talent, which was about the age his brother was, "But how are we going to train him in his ability, it is so different to mine, and was more Dad's. He lays back, thinking also of the ever present Hunger Games that were creeping closer and closer, with each passing day. Winter Mountains, Hunger Games Arena Douglas watches the person get closer, "please be affected by my talent", he says, straining his talent, to stretch it to his max, to make it more potent and bigger. "Please, I have a brother to look after" he thinks, tears rolling down his cheeks, picking up the makeshift spear that he had made, and waiting for the other person to arrive. @The Stormfather

Aaron "Um, sorry to interrupt what was happening" his cheeks flush a bit, and he turns red. "I was wondering if I could look at one of those flowers, I have never seen one like it.." He peers at the flower held in Edgars hand. The smell was horrific, but that normally meant something could be done with them, as his mother always said, 'The worse the medicine tastes, the better it is for you". He glances at it once again before adding a small "Please" onto his earlier request.

Aaron Aaron watches the troubles between Edgar, and Jenny. Wow... they are both so insecure about friends. Could I use that to an advantage... He opens his notebook, jotting down a few things. It was a small thing, a few scraps of paper looking substance, surrounded by odd looking leather. He lays back in his seat and watches the scenery blur by. He looks at Roy next... calculating.. "Would he be good.. No.. he would not. He was rather unstable, and that might create issues." he mumbles to himself. "So either Edgar, Jenny or Harold, or if desperate maybe some other camper" He jot's it down in his notebook. The ink, only to him showing it's true colours. He snaps the book shut. "Edgar, Jenny..." @Lunamor @Weaver of Lights

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Aaron "Great, the Grey Sisters, may try and unnerve you, but they can also see parts of prophecies." He opens the door, and greets, Anger, Tempest and Wasp. "Hello Ladies", he says "We want to go to the New York Bus Depo Please." "Both me and my friends" The Gray Sisters "Why do you want to travel on those inferior things, take us instead, we would love to taker your money.... sorry, take you there." They say, as Wasp peers back with the one eye, and Anger with the Tooth