The Heroes return to Crepusculum

[Michael Bayloh]

Michael caught her words and sighed, "I cannot fault you. If I hadn't seen someone I liked for so long then it would be hard not to turn away."

[glitters]

Her lip quivered and she swallowed the lump in her throat, however painfully. As Andy pulled her in, Jasmine hesitated a moment before she let the few tears in her eyes fall and she threw her arms tightly around him.

"You won't do the same thing, right? I believe in you...and your good heart..." she said quietly to him.

[Andy Jammer]

Andy flinched, he did have a good heart yes. But...he didn't tell Jasmine about the mask, and the deal he made. Could he defeat Trucido with only two tries left? He hoped so, everything hinged on this...

[Miri, EarthGuard]

Miri looked at the ground, her wings half-folded beind her, not fully folded, not dismissed.her face was unreadable, her expression strange.

"...Michael, he... he can't remember any of it."

[Michael Bayloh]

"He has amnesia?" Michael asked, very surprised at this fact. "Does he remember nothing?"

[Miri, EarthGuard]

"I think... he's starting to remember a little... but when I first saw him, all he knew was his name. He thought Earth was a strange world he knew too much about for his comfort; he..."

She turned away and whispered.

"Michael, he'd forgotten me."

[Profeta]

"Mark..." Profeta said quietly. She turned around and walked back into the cave.

[Michael Bayloh]

Michael was a little startled, of course he was startled that Alex was even ALIVE to begin with. This complicated things. He folded his arms and went into deep thought.

"What kingdom does he serve, did he say?"

[Miri, EarthGuard]

"Santo-Luce," she replied with a knowing smile. "Which else?"

[Romulus Jei Owen]

As the various groupings of people conversed amongst themselves, a keen eye or ear would be able to notice a small sound, resembling a piece of glass cracking, and subsequently, a likewise crack seemingly hanging in thin air. As time progressed, the crack began to widen as the space started to twist and distort slightly, each second causing the crack to grow and fissure further through the open air. Eventually, the distortions ceased, moments before the fractured area shattered outwards into shards; a silver haired man stumbling through as if he had tripped on something.

As he whipped his clothes free of any possible debris, the portal quickly reversed the process just witnessed and reverted to the once picturesque scene it once was. Still wiping his clothes with vigor, he mumbles something before his movement ceases, his head slowly moving up as his eyes catch a glimpse of the various characters that littered the space around him. Actually looking at those before him rather than just seeing them, he realized that many appeared to possess a sturdy musculature, confident posture, elaborate outfits and varied armaments. Quickly deducing that they bunch are a band of warriors, his heart quickly sinks remembering his just recently escaped encounter with the prior female fighter.

Staggering back a bit, his body poses in a cautions manner, his eyes shifting back and forth as he tries to keep them all in his vision. Holding his arm slightly out in front of him, the device on his arm gives off a soft mechanized hum, the unforseen result of the device being a condensed layer of air aimed to cushion any blows that may be delivered to him.

"I don't want to fight, just tell me where I am," Romulus states, his tone conveying a sense of unease or anxiousness.

[Profeta]

"Do not worry, Dr. Owen." Profeta said as he appeared. " We are not going to attack you." She smiled at him.

[Tidus]

"Earth's nice, reminds me of Spira," Tidus answered Volkmar, stretching his arms out. As the heroes had their own discussions Tidus saw the portal and nearly drew his sword. Until Profeta spoke, his hand moved away from his weapon and sighed in relief. "Hey Volkmar, who's that guy?"

[Volkmar Gamlxltoe]

"...I do not know, but I think I seen him somewhere." He said as he grabbed his chin. "They have very good drinks there." He pulled out a black can with 3 long green claw marks. "Here, I took a lot of them back from Earth. I think they call it a Monster."

[Romulus Jei Owen]

"Wiat...what?" Romulus stated with a raised eyebrow. "How do you know who I am?"

But in his anxious state, he almost forgot about his notoriety within certain groups, namely mages and other scientist, in regards to his work and published papers. Still being cautious, he looks around, finding it somewhat illogical for nobody to show visible signs of confusion, caution, suspicion or any other emotion that surfaces when a man pops out of a spatial rift.

After another back and forth scan of those around him, his attention rests on the woman in front of him. Giving her a once over, she doesn't look like any scientist he'd ever seen before, that along with the fact that she knew him meant she was probably a mage of some sort preparing to mock him, as they always did.

"So who are you? You know me, so you must be some kind of scholar. Given your appearance I'd guess you're from Santo-Luce, and by proxy one of those magic enthusiasts, especially given you choice of garments. I'll save both of us time and inform you that no one, especially myself, cares about any lectures you plan on delivering about your wondrous world of "magic" and that you can simply tell me where i am so that i can promptly leave."

[Profeta]

"Dear, I am a prophet. My name is Profeta, and I have lived here, in Crepusculum, for most of my life here. I do like Santo-Luce, though." She said to him,