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Alestrina's crooked smile appeared again. "Quick work, ey? Highly doubt it. Any way..." Her eyes drifted to the sunrise. "Yeah mind as well.... wait... we?" An eyebrow rose at the term.

"Not in your dreams." He said as he swung his sword and a gust of wind sent her rolling on the chair out of the room as the doors closed in her face. He then turned his back to the doors and looked out the window waiting for her to leave the premace. "She could get annoying." he said to himself as he looked out the window

With a coy smile, she decended into the shadows. Popping her head out of the shadows in his office, Alestrina snickered. "I heard that and the 'we' caught me off guard that's all... I didn't think you meant anything by it," she hissed and quickly disappeared.

Walking out from a dark alley across the street from Chaozu's place, she looked up and saw him in the window. Her eyes narrowed. Dumb ass... She thought as she headed back to the park, where she spent all her time.

Hiro looked at the ground sternly. "Yea...I fought a water user a while ago...pretty strong guy too. If guys are as strong as him around we're gonna need all the help we can get. Hiro looked over at Apollo. So whaddaya say? Are you coming with us?"

she glared at them for a moment. " normally i would wont to stay out of it and leave the problem for someone else, but i guess this time i can't be lazy unless you guys dont need me," she said in a sarcastic tone while still glaring at them. " fine, but first we have to get you guys back in shape," she said in a playfully mood while poking them in the stomach. she smiled and started walking some weird dirrection.

"Okay..." Tyson said aquardly, not sure what crimson ment by in shape. "Well, that settles it then. We'll help Hiro, what do you need?" he said, eager to get back on the subject.

Half way there, Alestrina wasn't paying attention and slammed into Apollo's shoulder. "Sorry..." she said quickly, looking up with an apologetic smile. "Oh... hey guys." She said, continuing to walk by, letting her head fall again.

Duama leaps onto the roof of his house. The wind grazed his face in the dim light of dawn. he closed his eyes as he concentrated on the energy around him. "Hmm...looks like the lines are being drawn in the sand. every few years...the immortals gather in their teams and fight for their own reasons. But these two will make it much more interesting." Duama smiled reaching in the general direction of shadow and alestrina's energies with and outstretched hand, then quickly made a tight fist, emulating a crushing motion. Duama then turns in the direction his partner. "ah..." With that he leapt off toward the park.

Meena's nose twitched, waking her, as her partner drew near. She opened her eyes slowly, not the biggest morning person, and stretched, her hair in every direction but down from the static. She ran her hands through it one, drawing the electricity out of it. Meena smiled, "That's better."

She stood, dropping from her tree onto the pathways to greet Duama as he walked through the trees.

Duama hung upside down from the branch as he looked at her with a smirk. "Morning sleeping beauty." he joked as he flashed a halfway smile. "I liked your other hairdo perhaps you should keep it insttead." he said referring to her bed head.

"Neat freak, can't deal..." She said, slumping down against the tree. She rubbed her eyes, and gave a silent yawn, her tongue curling. She seemed like a cat in a lot of aspects. She had long fingers, and nails, was a clean freak, and her sleeping habits where odd. Her balance was good and she always seemed to land on her feet. Meena hated cats though, but some Unforgiven were like animals in a few ways to begin with, so it wasn't odd.

Duama's eyes had always resembled a wolf's. They had a piercing sense to them that always made him seem inhuman. Almost as if there was a part of his base nature he couldnt let go. Duama smirked. "I suppose, personally i've been fond of long hair myself." he said now hanging by his ponytail. "So I guess you can sense it too..." he said unsure jus how much superior his racking abilities were.

She rose her face to the sky, closing her eyes. "Yeah, but I can't tell what it is..."She stood up, her own hair getting defencive towards Duama. It was always like that. When Meena was younger, she was supposed to be a Saved, but the kids always picked on her and called her Medusa that after the death of her father she simply snapped and was banished. Meena breathed deeply, "You think it wise to figure out who, or what, it is?"

Duama smirked. "I already know. The saved are doing the exact thing we are. They believe there are too many loners out there fighting for their own reasons; they're joining up and gunning for us." he said with a slight smirk.

"So, let me get this straight. All the Saved in this city are going up against all the Unforgiven? The Saved outnumber the Unforgiven greatly." she said, more to herself than anything else. Meena was silent a few moments, "Sounds like fun!"