Domination Soul! -Take Control of Destiny- [IC|Not Accepting|PG16]

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"Hmm... Looks like the plane's here."

An bald, older man was standing in the main waiting area looking at the large message board posted on the wall above the entrance to the rest of the airport. He unzippered his green jacket a bit; while it was cold outside, it was cooler inside and having it zipped all the way up was a little uncomfortable. Many people shuffled to and fro, most of people being tourists or businessmen. The man smiled, knowing that 50 years ago he would not have dreamed of Medin becoming like this. A smile formed on his wrinkled face as he thought about the potential the future holds. He would probably die by then, but he was sure that his actions would help create a better world for the generations to come.

He rifled through his large duffle bag one last time, and noted that there were nine packets there, one for each person invited to the island for the anniversary show of Talents of the Soul. To bring them to him, he raised a white sign he had at his side labeled "Talents of the Soul Anniversary Show". Since the instruction packets sent to each candidate said that someone would be waiting to pick them up, the man was sure that it would not take long for each person to make their way to him.

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"Thank you for flying with us, and have a good day."

Flight 9202 had landed with no difficulties. All morning there were clouds over the city, and it just started to drizzle. Fortunately for those inside, the plane had docked with a corridor that extended out of the airport building, ensuring the passengers would stay dry until they leave the airport. Passengers were already leaving the plane and emptying out into the lobbies and the rest of the airport. There were a few stores around, the ever important luggage pickup counter, bathrooms, and other facilities. It was all clean and presentable, with only a few bits of trash here and there left behind by careless patrons.

Of course, this flight also carried nine very important people, invited to appear on the show "Talents of the Soul" for their 20th Anniversary. Each one of them had their own reasons for coming, but nonetheless, they all had the same instructions, the last left in the invitational packet sent to each of them.

"There will be a man waiting for you in the main lobby. He will guide you from there."

[ListenToLife]

"Wake up sir, the flight has landed."

"5...more....minutes....[i]YAWWN[/i]."

"Please sir, Wake up and leave the plane."

The tired passenger, a teen by the name of Nigel, got his '5 more minutes' of sleep; spent by the rest of the plane crew attempting to wake him up. After this relatively nice stewardess had her go, she was joined by an annoyed pilot, a drunk steward and a particularly rough security guard, who eventually managed to wake him up (In a method which involved a mixture of ice cold water, a packet of peanuts and a floor, which Nigel impacted with rather violently.
All in all, Nigel had a great plane trip - having slept through most of the ride - though he exited the plane with a nose bleed and slight concussion.

The currently light rain sounded incredibly loud on the glass roof of the airport, as Nigel came walking down the stairs into the lobby, holding a large bag of ice to his face, Nigel seemed to have already had an exciting time just coming to Medin. However, underneath the ice bag, a face of extreme indifference peeked out, although the bruises and ice pack hid most of his face.
With naught but a small bag on him on him at the moment, he decided he would try luggage pick up first, hoping to find his modest suitcase filled with little but clothes and stuff for personal hygiene, along with a phone charger.

As he approached the pick up counter, what he assumed was a witty and intelligent joke formed in his mind. However, what came out was not "A luggage pickup that actually works!", but more of "Uh shluggage plashe bat achually worshe!", which kind of erased the comedy factor. Not that he or anyone else noticed (Besides us beyond the fourth wall.)
He grabbed his suitcase quickly, lifting it off of the conveyor quite easily with one hand, though that wasn't necessarily due to body strength.

He spent the next half hour circling the shops, buying little more than a packet of crisps(Chips), and then started to follow the final instruction of the letter, which informed him of a man awaiting him. Not exactly eager to get going, he instead sat on a bench inside the building, near the entrance, looking for people who might be other contestants.

[Aerion Brightflame]

Lucas woke to the unusual sight of a sleeping teen being woken by various members of the flight crew. He laughed at the sight, rubbing his eyes whilst they adjusted to the light. It had been a long flight, and with a lack of people to socialize with, Lucas had spent most of it asleep. He vaulted over the sleeping teen, Enjoy the chance to stretch his legs. He thanked the flight attendant and the other crew members before making his way into the Airport proper.

He walked down the stairs, the drizzle above rattling on the roof, taking in the sights. Namely the shops, and the luggage pickup counter. Lucas had no business at the latter; he hadn't had time to pack. He walked casually towards a Café noticing the teen from before clutching an ice bag to his face. The teen disappeared to the luggage counter. Again Lucas laughed at the sight. Already he'd found someone who made himself seem energetic.

Lucas ordered a tea from the shop attendant, a thin pale teen with an unsteady hand. He had almost received a cup full of scalding hot tea on his foot. Instead it had passed through giving him the usual chilling sensation, the feeling of something passing through his very essence.. He pulled . He needed to stay hidden as best as he could. [i]And of course[/i] [i]going on a show which will probably be broadcasted nationally is a very smart way of doing so. [/i] He sat down, reading the paper, checking for any mention of the ‘Talents of the Soul’. He saw nothing.

Finally, Lucas decided to complete the last part of his instructions. Giving the shop attendant a tip, and his thanks he walked out of the café with a purpose. His hands reached into one of the many pockets in his trench coat, pulling out the envelope containing his instructions. He made his way to the rather grand main lobby, spying the assortment of men holding signs above their heads, Lucas noted one lifting a ‘Talents of the Soul’ sign. [i]That’s the guy. [/i] Lucas strolled over towards the balding man, hand gripped on one of the dagger about his waist. [i]Better safe than sorry.[/i]

[Durandamon]

Hikaru moved in his seat, trying to find the perfect way to sleep. He finally got to a right position and was about to close his eyes for the first time, when a flight attendant came to him, touching his shoulder - "Excuse me sir, the plane is about to land, so please have your stuff at hand..."
[color=#0000ff]"OH COME ON!"[/color] - Hikaru's protest came out a bit louder than he expected, and ended up scaring the attendant, and gaining him some bad looks. He looked down, flustered, and began to save his stuff - [size=3][color=#0000ff]"Sorrypleasedon'tthrowmeoffoftheplane!"[/color][/size] - was the only whisper that came out of his mouth, as he grabbed his stuff, which included his guitar. It was hard bringing it on board, since it could have easily been an AK-47 or any other big gun. That was being hipocritical, seeing as his gun was concealed into that same guitar case. He sighed and walked out of the plane, through the corridor that's deployed on rains, into the airport itself.

He grabbed the rest of his stuff at the pick up counter, where he saw a boy that, as he remembered, had been sleeping the whole trip [color=#0000ff]- [/color][i][color=#0000ff]Lucky bastard[/color]. [/i]He took his backpack from the counter, which contained most of his clothes anyway, and walked into a candy shop.

(...)

Hikaru began wandering around the airport with a couple of Hershey's chocolate bars in his hand. Finally, he decided to complete the letter's final instruction. Walking slowly and dragging his feet, Hikaru ended up at the main lobby, looking for a sign or something. -[color=#0000ff] "I hope this wasn't just a joke...sigh, nevermind..."[/color] - he had just seen a man with a sign that red "Talents of the Soul Anniversary Show" on his hands. He walked toward him, and saw another person from the plane reaching up to the same man. Hikaru put his right hand into his coat's inner pocket, where he had carefully shifted his revolver into, just in case.

[AkatsukiPride!]

For the entirety of the ride to Medin, Devin had been sitting slumped back in his seat, fiddling with a Rubik's Cube. He was about to finish his greatest mathematical masterpiece yet: A Rubik's Cube where each side had one of each colored cube on it, each in the same exact place as the corresponding cube on all the other sides. It had taken him the entire ride to do so, and he only had a few rotations on the left side to complete his wonderful work of art. "Just a little more..." He was interrupted by a flight attendant tapping him on the shoulder. "Excuse, mister, bur we are nearing our destination. Devin sighed, put the puzzle cube in his pack, and prepared for landing. "What a drag," he muttered. He had actually been mildly entertained by the task he had put himself on.

[i]Hey, don't be a Debby Downer! Maybe, just maybe, Medin will actually be FUN! So loosen up![/i]

"Not a chance," he muttered to himself, responding to Ryoga's comment. [i]If this is fun, [/i]Devin thought to himself, [i]you can be the prime personality for a whole damn day. [/i]

[i]Yeah! [/i]

Devin chuckled. "As if any 'fun' can come from this. Trust me, Ryoga, the only thing relative to 'fun' will be hearing your upset voice when this thing is a big bore."

A nearby flight attendant looked to Devin, wondering who he was talking to.

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Devin inched out of the plane, hardly wanting to be on the island, and sighed when he heard the heavy [i]pat pat pat [/i]of rain on the roof. The sound was somewhat soothing, at least to someone who hardly knew what it felt like to be rained upon. Devin almost never went outside at this point. He had no reason to go out into the world, except for getting to work. Besides the slow paced, snail-like trek to work ever weekday morning, Devin was inside 24/7. Even at that run-down burger joint. He wouldn't be surprised if he was unemployed by the time he got home.

[i]C'mon, the place isn't that bad. I like the days when you let me wait on the customers. They're always brightened up by my attitude![/i]

Devin inched his hand into his bag on his side. He pulled out a Void Cube and began to spin the conjoined pieces in his hand, the cold steel of the puzzle on his skin giving him a rush. Who wouldn't be pulled in by the seduction of such a complitcated puzzle? Everybody loved Rubik's Cubes. When presented by the complexity of a Void Cube, the unintelligent man would have his mind virtually blown by the nearly impossible puzzle. A man new to the Cube would never want to put it down. He'd spend hours upon hours attempting to reach the solution. some men may drive themselves to insanity attempting to solve it. Not Devin.

He couldn't remember a time where he had any sanity.

It was true. Devin had been a mere child when Ryoga had crept into his life. Presented with a split-personality gave Devin the biggest puzzle in his life: learning to cope with some one the complete opposite of you every hour of every day until the day you died. But it also gave him something that he refused to admit Ryoga was: A [i]friend[/i].

Something that was an even more distant memory than his sanity.

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Devin spent the next while walking around the airport, checking out different shops while spinning the Void Cube in his hand. His headphones were clung tightly to his ears, playing no music at all. They were just there to drown out the sound of cheer from the other people at the airport. However, he could never drown out the sound of his own thoughts. Or at least, his other half's own thoughts. The thoughts of another he was cursed to hear for the rest of his life.

[i]Can we buy some Mars Mud?[/i]
[i]Why?[/i]
[i]Well, its not a puzzle, but it can be fun sometimes.[/i]
[i]Fun? Why would I need something as useless as that? [/i]
[i]Sigh...Well, buy it, or I will.[/i]

Devin sighed. Ryoga could very easily take control of their body and waste Devin's money. He may as well buy it himself. He walked into a cheap gift shop and bought some Mars Mud. He put it into his pack and walked to get his stuff from the luggage. He grabbed the black suitcase unfolded the handle, revealing it to be a rolling bag. Inside it was nothing but clothes and other essentials, as well as his Menger Sponge-shaped alarm clock. He walked over to a man holding up a sign basically screaming his name, and put his suitcase on the ground next to the man and sat on it. "Hello," he mumbled to the man. He ignored the fact that the man may be dangerous, despite the fact that two other people were approaching slowly, clearly ready to grab weapons just in case.

And all the better, the weapons were metal. He could feel it. Great. Just [i]great.[/i]

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[spoiler='Inside the airport, Location Unknown']
[Enhance ???: 2 Creation, 3 Knowledge]

*Thud*

A security officer slid off his chair onto the ground inside his small office. There was a single computer there connected to the security system, as this was an administrative office. But that was not the important feature of this room. This room has access to the airport's PA system, which was required for his plan.

Behind the chair the officer was sitting in was a... suspicious man. He has light skin, and seemed male, but most of his features was covered by the gray hoodie he wore. He needed the PA system, and thanks to the information from that one guard, he now has access with minimal effort. Of course, he could not had left the guard alive once he knew his plan, so he used his ability.

Yes, he had an ability. One he used to his advantage, and it was a great assassination tool. However, other people had strange powers as well, and they were invulnerable, he had learned. And he was being carted off to some prison on Medin Island... which was strange, since no one knew of a prison on that island. He had a feeling that he would be killed, so he escaped before he reached the destination. Unfortunately, he didn't know the city that well, and thus went to the place he knew he would be able to escape. The airport.

And now, before he makes his announcement and demands, he put the last touches on his plan. No one could interfere. Raising his hands and grunting, he focused his ability, and stretched it to its limit and beyond. He had experimented before, but now was the time to put it to test....
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"Welcome to Medin," the older man said, managing a smile as Devin took a seat next to him. "You must be... Mr. Kinzoku, right?" he added. Glancing up, he noticed two people approaching him as well, who he identified as Lucas and Hikaru, two more people he was supposed to meet. He motioned the two to move closer with his free hand; he had to keep the sign up for everyone else to come over. "And welcome Mr. Alexander and Mr. Kuroi," the man said when they got closer. "We just need to wait for six more people to come and then we'll be ready to head out," he said, not noticing that Nigel was already nearby, sitting down on a nearby bench.

Near where Nigel was sitting, a young man in business attire opened the door exiting the airport... only to run face first into something. He wasn't quite sure what it was; he pushed against it a bit, but the more he pushed the more he got frustrated. "Where is the staff?" he asked outloud, before walking off to find a clerk or a service desk or something like that. What he didn't notice was that after he left, there were still a few people coming in, acting like nothing happened...

[InSaNiTyVoid]

Kuri was having a hard time staying awake by the time the plane landed in Medin. Throughout the ride she had been looking around the plane, playing the game she had learned so long ago. She picked out hundreds of little interesting flaws in almost everyone one the plane, a lot of them did a terrible job with body languauge, making them easily to notice, and some were more difficult, but the game had lost it's flare a long time ago, and she bored of it quickly. Instead she had looked out the window most of the flight, absorbing herself in her thoughts, and the more she thought, the more she worried. Questions flooded in; How could they have known about her ability? How did they know where she was living? She wanted answers, but this seemed more and more like a bad scenario every minute.

When the plane landed, Kuri looked up harshly at the flight attendant who had come to "wake" her, and she smirked a little when the woman jumped at her sudden awareness. Apologizing, Kuri got up quickly, and went into the airport. She glanced up at the sound of the heavy rain hitting the roof. Taking quick mental notes of some things she noticed while she glanced around, she started silently moving towards the baggage claim area to regain her small suitcase and backpack. While there, she noticed a teen with an icepack over his head and she had to raise an eyebrow: [i]How did that happen? We just landed. [/i]Not bothering herself too much with it, She looked around for about 45 minutes, shopping for a few little trinkets and the like, she even found a nice keychain, but soon enough she remembered her task. She started to search for the man that was supposed to be waiting for her.

After a moment of searching, Kuri saw a man loosely holding up a sign that said "Talents of the Soul Anniversary Show" with three guys around him. Considering the obvious, they were probably some other people that had been invited. She walked up and put on a nice smile, trying to start this whole thing off well, but her gut still said something was weird. "Hello!" she said looking from one person to another, the two guys standing up were clearly suspicious of the old man, but it was no problem of hers. She went to sit down; it appeared they had a little wait ahead of them.

[ListenToLife]

Nigel merely stared calmly at the elder man who was waiting outside the airport exit, a sign held precariously in his hand. It was obvious that he was their accompaniment, the guy who would direct them to the 'Talents of the Soul', as the sign - though know hard to read - had stated the name of the competition. However, his attire seemed much too relaxed and informal, a casual green hoodie was conspicuous and garish, a strange choice for someone of that type of job. Nigel shrugged to himself, dismissing the thought. [i]You're not back home anymore. [/i]Nigel though to himself, indifference creeping back into his system. [i]People are bound to act differently here.[/i]

He sighed and lifted the ice pack off his face for a moment, grimacing slighty, but decided he'd be fine without it, so he proceeded to dump it in the nearest bin, along with the now empty packet of crisps.
He yawned slightly and started to move over to the gathering group, stopping halfway to watch as the people approached.
First, a man roughly the same height as himself, though much more athletic in appearance. All Nigel saw of the clothing was a large trenchcoat, fit with matching gloves, which seemed quite unusual for a plane ride.
Next came another male, a similar age to Nigel, holding a guitar case. He had an interesting attire, reminding Nigel of a 'Punk'-ish attitude, which made the normally disinterested Nigel intrigued, wondering if he could actually meet some people similar to himself on this trip, make some 'friends', maybe.
The final two were: -Another male teen, who wore glasses and appeared to have some sort of cube on a pendant, though Nigel could not see from the distance if anything was inscribed or any details were on it. He also noticed that the guy seemed rather depressed, from the way his body was positioned and what he seemed to move like.
-And a girl slightly younger than himself, and some what shorter as well. He couldn't see anything of note to do with her, asides from two unusual skull clips in her hair. Her breasts were also quite large, but nothing that was extreme enough to grab his total attention.

He shrugged and moved from his spot towards the old man, merely nodding his greetings to them all before focussing on rubbing his face slightly, aware that there was probably a sizeable bruise on his face, but not really bothered about the opinions of the others. [i]Perhaps it'll make me seem tough. Scare away any of those who want to fight.[/i] He thought, almost smiling at the thought.

[Otaku-sama]

“Thank you for flying with us, and have a nice day.”

Kiri looked up from the atlas on her lap, which was open to the maps of the island of Medin. She had found that the maps of the forested areas around the tourist trap of a city were very poorly mapped despite all the people who lived on the island. This was not a bad thing for Kiri, but rather a grand opportunity to explore. Kiri’s heart leapt at the thought. Pumped up, Kiri quickly disembarked the plane and almost ran into the open spaces of the airport gates. Setting down her bag, Kiri made dramatic arcs with her arms as she stretched out her tired muscles, almost hitting other travelers disembarking the plane. She continued to adjust herself, taking off her signature helmet and letting her long hair hang loose before putting it back up under helmet. She unbuttoned her jacket halfway and tugged the collar a few times to let out the hot air that built up, showing off the cleavage which so many men remember her by.
“Jeez, it’s stuffy in that tin can,” Kiri thought as she finished up her stretching. Feeling satisfied, Kiri made haste towards the luggage check and grabbed her duffel bag full of her supplies. All of the people walking shoving past her were more than she was used to. To get away from the wave of travelers going to pick up their luggage, she found shelter in a nearby gift shop.

“Judging from the crowd, looks like I won’t be having a walkabout around here,” Kiri thought, “I guess I’d better just get to whoever the TV guys sent to get me.” Kiri scrounged around in her belt pockets until she found the note that came with the tickets.
“…Power magical objects...huh…Wonder how they got to that,” Kiri muttered to herself. Somehow, a bunch of TV executives decided that she was magical. Kiri scoffed at the idea. All of her accomplishments came without help of magic and she didn’t need it. Kiri wasted no more time considering the origins of the note and beelined to the meeting place, where an old balding man waited with a sign that said “Talents of the Soul Anniversary Show”.
As she got closer, three things really popped up at her. For one, none of the contestants looked like normal people. This was a given; the show would not thrive showcasing normal people. Secondly, most of them looked like they just came out of a fight. Two of them looked ready to attack; the other looked like he was recently attacked. The last thing was that they were all very young, none looked even legal yet.

“Jeez, no one told me this show was the ‘High School Musical Reunion’,” Kiri grumbled in her head, her face showing a mix of condescension and humor.

[Durandamon]

Hikaru grinned at the new arrivals, greeting them one by one. -[color=#0000ff] "I'm Hikaru. It looks like we are stuck together in this, right?" [/color]- he offered a handshake to Nigel, one of the people that appeared after him. He also waved at Kiri and Devin, but his eyes were caught by the glimpse of a beautiful girl. Maybe it was that he was sleepy, or nervous, but he couldn't help but stare at Kuri, without being able to say a word. After a few seconds he snapped and turned back to the group. -[color=#0000ff] "Oh right. Since three more have come, that means there are only three more left before we leave the airport, correct?" [/color]- he grabbed a chunk of his chocolate bar and bit it; he'd probably be useless at the show without something in his stomach, and the plane food was awful. Hikaru remained standing up instead of sitting down, since he was kinda anxious.

[Aerion Brightflame]

Lucas greeted the balding man in kind to his introduction, before turned scanning for other arrivals. The older man said something as he turned, but Lucas ignored it, knowing if it was important he would repeat it later. He noticed five others, three men and two women. Several of them looked at his waist, and let Lucas hand fall away from the dagger badly concealed there. [i]Since we haven’t been attacked by machine gunners, I can assume we are safe. For now. [/i] Scanning the arrivals he noticed the same teen from before, ice pack seemingly gone. Then the rock star, hand in his pocket. Lucas caught a glimpse of steel. [i]Revolver… Damn. I’m not the only one cautious. [/i]The third man seemed ever so slightly odd, choosing to sit on his suitcase, headphones tight in his ears. Of the girls, one caught Lucas’s immediate attention. The younger of the two, sitting away from the others. The thing that caught his eye aside from her looks, was that she was wearing a pair of black leather gloves.

Lucas strolled over, gloved hands out of his pocket. He could at make an attempt at not looking like an assassin. Ignoring the others, he sat down, leaving a seat between him and the younger girl. She couldn’t have been more than seventeen, and he didn’t want to give the wrong impression. He left a brief pause, thinking over how to handle the situation.

“Hi. I’m Lucas.” He said, offering a handshake. It felt cheesy, but you should always start with introductions. “And you are someone else who likes wearing leather gloves. Not exactly a common thing to do outside of professional assassins. And as you don’t look like an assassin, the thing that comes to mind is why are you wearing them?” Lucas asked before the girl could reply. It was a common habit of his, he liked making deductions about people, or at least talking out his thought processes. Lucas kept up his most charming smile, and his hand outstretched. First impressions were everything after all.

[ListenToLife]

Nigel returned the handshake of Hikaru rather half-heartedly, merely shrugging and saying "Nice to meet you." In the most engaging voice he could muster (Which isn't all that much.) He glanced towards the guitar quickly, noting the slightly open zipper, allowing him a glimpse at the guitar inside. He could tell the make rather easily, merely from the quite unique headstock. Smiling slightly, he turned to Hikaru again, only to catch him staring towards Kuri. He wasn't exactly surprised; from this distance he could see she was rather attractive, though he wasn't exactly interested. He sighed and was again about to grab Hikaru's attention when he abruptly span around and spoke to the rest of the assembled group, asking how many were left to arrive.
"There's 9 of us all together, so yeah." Nigel stated, from just behind Hikaru. "Nice guitar by the way. I'd close the case properly though. Worth a bit, isn't it?" He added, nodding his head towards the slightly open guitar case.
Next he looked around at the group from a closer angle. Now that he was looking, he noticed that at least two had been preparing weapons - the other two men. Perhaps it was due to some form of training, or a history that forced caution, but they appeared to be rather paranoid and on edge. He could kind of understand that, but he saw no apparent reason to exercise the caution himself. For one, he had no weapons immediately available, but it was also rather pointless. Unless you were extremely good, a knife or pistol would be useless against a sniper or a machine gun, and if they got up close, hands were pretty much as effective as a knife is, depending on the weilders. He merely shrugged and glanced around. He couldn't see anything amiss, and doubted that a sniper would be on the roof. The weather was no way ideal for sniping.

[Piercer of the Heavens]

Chris didn't sleep at all during the flight. Instead he was reading his music sheets and playing them inside his head. Although he had no music playing device he was enough of a music lover to be able to imagine everything that was on the music sheet. He looked quite weird on the flight, having a random smile on his face. It was brought on by the music, but to others he just looked weird.

When the flight was over Chris was one of the first to get off. Probably because he was one of the few that didn't go to sleep. As soon as he got off the plane he herd the drizzling, which soothed him for some reason. Of course he went to go pick up his luggage first. "So noisy, i can't even concentrate on my music." he mumbled as he began to walk through the airport. "Maybe a tune will make me feel better." Chris decided to go to the shop area, where he sat alone on a bench. He took out his ocarina from its pouch and started [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t068ccD3fGQ"]playing[/url].Poeple gathered around him enjoying the nice melody after a long trip, and for some before a long trip. When he finished he stood up and bowed, then proceeded to walk away. "It's about time I meet up with whoever is suppose to pick me.

After a few minutes a walking through the crowded place he finally got the the man who was holding up he sign. He stared from a far for a while noticing that he wasn't the only one. He really didn't know how to introduce himself so he just walked up to the group, waved with a forced smile. "Hi, I'm Chris Golden." The awkwardness could be felt in the air when he said that.

[InSaNiTyVoid]

Kuri noticed Hikaru staring at her, but she tried to ignore that, giving him no sign she had noticed other than a slightly raised eyebrow. She did not want to give any impression just yet, best to let everyone else expose themselves first she thought. After a few awkward moments, he turned around to address the group as a whole and Kuri let out a quick sigh, he was rather good looking, but she knew what had to be done here. She needed to focus on whatever the producers had planned, she needed to get her answers and she couldn't let anyone be a distraction. He mentioned that there were nine people expected to show up, and she made a mental note of that. The more knowledge the better, and the more she knew out the others, the better this would go.

Kuri continued towards where she had been wanting to sit down, hoping to scope out the different arrivals, but her plan was halted when the man in the trenchcoat sat nearby her, she noted the distance he placed between them, she guessed he was going to be asking questions. She held out her hand to accept his handshake, but then the questions tumbled forth. He immediately pointed out her gloves, and the fact that they were very uncommon, and before she could properly respond and force the conversation in another direction, he got straight to the point. She groaned in her head, [i]Great. I'm not the only observant one. [/i]He was smiling as he held out his hand, and Kuri's jet-lagged brain started kicking into gear. "Well, these are my favorite gloves, I got them from someone important to me." She said, deciding a half-truth should cover her bases here, no need to draw any unnecessary attention yet. "And I'm Kuri by the way." she finished, shaking his hand.

[Aerion Brightflame]

“Kuri… Nice name.” Again Lucas left a brief silence, not entirely satisfied with his answer. There was no way to tell if it was the entire truth, and even if it was a lie no way of finding out that wouldn’t make the situation more awkward than it was. Lucas leant his head back, resting it against the wall. He closed his eyes, not before noticing the arrival of another man, and the stares between Hikaru and Kuri. Nigel had also stared briefly. A plan to find the truth emerged in Lucas’s head. He stretched his arms, clicking his remaining fingers.

“Looks like you’re popular with the guys. Here for more than just the show are we?” He asked chuckling. It was a question that could easily be taken the wrong way, but Lucas thought it was the quickest way to get to the truth. He flexed his fingers, the metallic implants on his left hand stiff. He couldn’t exactly oil them in front of everyone else, so he let his hands slide behind the chair, and phased his right hand through the metal implants. He shivered as the cold metal passed through his essence. The heat of his body did its work, and the implants worked as per normal. He hoped no one had noticed. But then again, if his suspicions about the show were confirmed then it wouldn’t be beyond the norm. Why else would someone feel the need to carry a revolver to a seemingly ordinary event if they didn’t have something to hide? [i]Things could become intresting quite quickly. [/i]

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The older man smiled, as he greeted each of the other people as they apporached him. A varied group to be sure, though he only counted seven people. There should be two more. Two young men by the name of Halt Mason and Silva Katoki have not arrived yet. Looks like he'll have to hold up his sign for a bit longer.

Behind the group a crowd had started forming near the exit of the building. On the other side of the crowd a large, muscular man was ramming an invisible wall of some sort. It existed a mere couple of inches outside of the building. Other people took out their cell phones and tried to call out, but none of them could get a signal at all. The few payphones inside did not work, either.

"We can't get out!"

"I need to go home!"

"Call 911!"

"I can't!"

The old man took out his cell phone as well, and as expected, he could not get a signal. The last message left on his phone was worrying, though. It had said that a transport had not arrived. He knew that work 'transport' used like that denoted something dangerous, likely someone who can already tap into the Spheres of Influence. He would never go near one of those guys, as one without that potential, he would be mostly powerless. Deeper in the store he saw a small group of security officers speaking together about something. He could not hear what they were talking about, but after they dispersed, the man was sure of what probably happened.

The only question was, what to do about it. While he worked his brain, the people inside went into a panic as two loud gunshots were heard from deeper inside the airport. In a panic he tried dialing out, hoping to get someone - anyone, but predictably, it failed.

"****!"

[InSaNiTyVoid]

"Thank you." Kuri said to Lucas [i]Good, the questionaire seems to be over for now.[/i] She went back to watching the new arrivals, and made a few more mental notes about them before Lucas stretched his arms and made his little joke. "Hpmh. As if, I'm here for something more imprtant then that. Its not my fault that they are staring." she said, a little annoyed, but she wanted to slap herself almost immediately. He was trying to walk her into a situation where she would be stuck doing all the talking. Grumbling slightly as she was thinking, she almost missed his strange stretching behind the chair. He put his hand back and she wasn't able to get a clear view without revealing she was watching, but he seemed to be stretching his...fingers? Weird, she thought, but she made a mental note of it nonetheless. She smiled for real then, she was going to ask him about it to try to move the conversation away from her, but then the more pressing matter of the actions of the people in the airport drew her eyes.

They seemed to be struggling against an...invisible wall? [i]Are they all mimes or something? [/i]Then they started complain about how they couldn't leave or call 911, and Kuri's thought process went nuclear. What could have been going on? Something was blocking the exits AND phone signals? She ran through a bunch of different scenarios, but none of them fit the bill. She actually believed that somehow it was the show's doing, as some opening bit. She was still thinking when the sound of gunshots went out. While it wouldn't have much use, she leaned into her bag and grabbed for her knife. She started panicking, this was clearly NOT according to plan, the old man's reaction was enough to prove that. It looked like they were in a dangerous situation with no way out. She didn't even think how it might look to the others to see her go for her knife, but considering what was happeneing, she didn't think it mattered.

[ListenToLife]

Nigel nodded towards the new guy approaching - Chris was his name - before surveying his surroundings again, subconciously rather alert and cautious, despite his disengaged exterior and uninterested/ing demeanour. Even he himself did not realise that he had already picked up on the tense atmosphere and the strangeness surrounding the airport, as if something terrible was going to happen.
Then, all at once, he noticed it. The many different events, showing the danger they were in. The man charging at the exit, only to collide with...nothing, and be thrown backwards; the panic rushings about, mixed with worried chatter and failed phone calls; the pale, worried expression on their envoys face as he stared down at his phone; the running security guards who seemed anxious and serious at the same time, many preparing to draw weapons. Even as he pulled his own phone out of his pocket - merely having it halfway out before shoving it back in again, aware it had no signal - he had turned around, running towards the nearest place he could shelter at (behind a nearby bin).
He had barely even ducked next to it when two gunshots rang throughout the complex, and had started to gain a mental map of the area, wondering where he could maybe get a gun from, besides the guy still back at the group with a revolver(Though he doubted he could get hold of that). He thought he might be able to grab a guard's pistol, and set about thinking of how to go about it.

[Otaku-sama]

"I'm Kiri and I'm an archaelogist. You guys might have read about me and my expeditions to the ruins of the Central Jungle. Nice to meet you all."

Kiri had to force out the last sentence. She really couldn't care about meeting a bunch of kids that could possibly be recent releases from juvi. Seeing that the kids have already started forming a little bubble of conversation, Kiri took the exclusion as an opportunity to bury herself into maps of the island again, hoping she could find some clue of where the ruins of the Old City are.

Before she could take out her atlas, some commotion near the exit caught her attention. Out of curiousity, Kiri took a few steps away from the group to get a better look at what the hubbub was about.

"Invisible barriers? What the hell is going on?" Kiri said out loud to herself. Somehow, something was blocking the way out. Then, gunshots rang out from somewhere in the crowd. Instinctively, Kiri ducked for cover, taking refuge behind a vending machine. Looking back at the group, she saw that the envoy was just as shocked as anyone else in the airport, as well as all of the kids were arming themselves with guns and knives.

"What in the hell is going on? Who are these kids who have guns? I didn't sign up to be target practice!"

[Aerion Brightflame]

Lucas smirked as Kuri fell into his trap. The conversation was in his hands. He caught her half glimpsed stare at his hands as he moved them back in front of him. [i]Damn… I think she saw. That’s gonna be inconvenient.[/i] Her gaze had turned away, and Lucas followed it. A handful of people were pressing against the air, as if someone had dropped a plane of glass in front of the exit. Some of them were shouting at their phones, complaining about a lack of signal. [i]I think things just got interesting. [/i]

Lucas stood up, leaving Kuri alone, and walked over to the exit. Carefully slipping through the crowd, he reach the area where the barrier was, and tapped it once. Despite the fact there was only air, his finger clearly met something solid. He scanned around, checking to see if anyone was staring at him. As far as he could tell no one was. He let his body phase out, and reached his left hand towards the barrier. His hand was stopped by it. Lucas staggered back phasing back in so he wouldn’t accidently walk through someone, staring at his left hand. [i]Must be the implants. Yeah… it has to be. [/i]He reached out again with his right hand. Again it touched the barrier.

“****” Lucas turned and sprinted back to the seat where Kuri was sitting. The distant sound of gunfire caused panic amongst most. Not Lucas, no gun would harm him unless he wanted it to. He spotted Kuri searching for something in her bag. He ignored her, putting his hands against the wall. [i]She’s going to see… oh **** it. [/i]Lucas phased out, and his left hand slid into the wall, Lucas gasping as cold wall passed through his essence. [i]So I can’t walk through the barrier either. That’s very interesting.[/i] He pulled his hand out of the wall, clenching it into a fist. Lucas sighed, and reached for one of his daggers once again. He couldn’t be certain of phasing through everything for once.[i] Looks like i'm going to have to rely on old fashioned methods. [/i]

[encapturer]

"I think I have an idea", the older man yelled in response to Kiri's question. "Someone in here is generating a barrier, and somehow..."

Before he could continue, a few more shots were heard, and ten tough-looking men came walking down the hallway from inside the airport. They were all dressed... like they raided the tourist shop; bright colored, slogan covered shirts, while their pants were ragged. The old man snickered, he found it hilarious, but the fact that each was carrying multiple handguns on their person reminded him of the dangerous situation he was in. The large crowd of people were all huddled against the entrance, mostly unaware that the police had arrived on the scene outside, who are also unable to pass the barrier.

At this point the loudspeaker came to life. "Hello, hello..." a rough sounding male voice said over the intercom. The crowd of people quieted down"Ah, it works. Well, I am going to make this short and sweet. We don't have all day after all. I want a plane for me and my friends here. I also want five pilots. In case I have to kill one. The police can't come in, and you all can't leave, so don't even think of that. And if you fight back..."

Silence.

"AUUGH!" a loud scream yelled, as a young man, no older than 20, stood up and started to run towards the gunmen. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER YOU...."

The criminals did not make a move. The angered man suddenly lost all power in his legs and collapsed onto the ground.

"If you fight back, you will end up dead like those two. I will be waiting in the boarding area." After that, the intercom was cut off.

Two shots were fired into the air. "We want pilots now! Bring them to us!" one of the criminals said as the other people backed away further towards the door revealing another corpse; one of a young woman.

"As I feared," the older man said, frowning. "One of them has the power."

((If you wish to engage the gun-toting criminals, they are all mundane, so have at it. Of course, they are only ten of them here; take that however you will))

[Ren✧]

Halt sat in his seat, eyes closed. If anyone was watching him it would appear as if he was asleep, but in fact he was probably more alert than anyone else on the plane. He could feel the presence of other minds rubbing against his. He could feel the people's emotions and occasionally he would hear a stray thought that bubbled to the top of a person's mind. As he telepathically scanned the other passengers on the plane, he noticed that he couldn't read a handful of them. This peaked his interest. With what little skill he had over his strange ability, Halt tried to probe into the minds of these people but was met with a wall of darkness. "Interesting," Halt muttered to himself.

As soon as the pilot's voice came overhead, saying that it was time to exit the plane, Halt was up and out of his seat. He quickly walked through the tunnel-like passageway into the airport. His senses were assaulted by the noise of the airport. In truth, the noise level wasn't all that loud, but the sheer number of emotions and thoughts that enter his telepathic mind was enough to render just about anyone catatonic. Knowing that he couldn't function like this, Halt raised the barrier around his mind that protected him from hearing others' thoughts. He could still feel the presence of the mass of people, but no more were their thoughts assaulting his brain. Letting out a sigh of relief, Halt continued to walk through the airport.

He noticed that there were quite a few shops, but none of them really peaked his interest. After awhile of browsing he became bored, and began to probe through the minds of people at random. But this too grew boring and he could feel the beginning symptoms of a migraine starting. Halt knew he would have to stop the headache before it began, today was not a day that he could just sit about in a dark room and wait for the pain to pass. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle containing powerful anti-pain pills. Popping to into his mouth, Halt swallowed them dry. Just as he was about to raise the barrier around his mind again, Halt felt the empty presence of one of the people on the plane. Once again he could gain nothing from their mind. Deciding that he should investigate further he followed the empty presence. As he got closer he saw that it was a woman, she appeared to have sat down.

She was sitting close enough to a group to be counted as part of it, yet far enough way to show that she had no desire to participate in the idle chit-chat that seemed to be going on. Halt noticed she seemed to be searching in her bag for something. Halt then noticed the bald man that stood with the group of otherwise young adults, he held up a sign saying 'Talents of the Soul'. "And you have reached your final destination," Halt said to himself, using the same words and tones of the flight attendants on the plane. Smiling slightly to himself, Halt began to walk over to the group when gunshots split the air. Instinctively he jumped to the ground and covered his head. Knowing that his ability might come in hand, he lowered the barrier that surrounded his mind and let the flood of panicked emotions fill his mind. He thought that maybe he could sense the shooter, but with the large mass of thoughts crowding his own, it was going to be hard to tell.

He then turned his attention to the others in the group, who he had yet to introduce himself to and noticed that they began pulling out weapons. He noticed that at least one of them had a gun. [i]'Guns are not an honorable weapon' [/i] He thought to himself. Knowing that being unarmed would be foolish, Halt unsheathed his own knife, but kept it hidden so as not to cause anymore panic. Things were definitely livening up.

Halt continued to search the minds of the people. From what he could tell they were all just victims to this obvious act of terrorism. Then he felt them. Ten different minds, all headed in his direction. When he had signed up for this television show, he was definitely not expecting his. He barely heard the demands of the guy on the intercom, his mind was too busy trying to enter the minds of the ten gun-wielders that were causing a ruckus.

Halt began to weave his way through the crowd, keeping in a crouched position among the huddled forms of people cowering on the floor. [i]'They are cowards. Attacking unarmed people. I guess they are gonna find out how dishonorable actions lead to terrible consequences.' [/i]Halt narrowed his focus, letting his mind focus on just one of the armed men. He had practiced this before, but the success rate was unpredictable. He didn't have to think of that now though. He tried to put pressure on the man's thoughts, trying worm the thoughts of unease and perhaps even terror, the exact emotion most were feeling at this point, into him. Not knowing if his plan had worked, Halt began to creep up behind the group, knife at the ready.

[encapturer]

"..."

"...you alright?"

Two of the criminals were whispering with each other, and one of them started to squirm a little. He was aiming his weapon all over the place.

"I dunno," the nervous one said, turning his weapon threateningly towars a crowd of people who cowered in fear. He had begun to sweat.

"Just remember, this is better than going to wherever the hell they were sending us. We were dead men once we were picked."

While they were speaking, three people dressed in the same uniform stood up, and one of the other criminals motioned the three over to him. "You pilots?" he asked, pointing his gun at each of them.

"Y-yes," one of them said. The other two nodded in agreement.

"Wheres' the other two?" the criminal replied angrily, firing his weapon in the air once again. "We said five!"

[hr]

Outside of the airport the police had finally arrived on the scene. The surrounded the building, but could only see inside. They were perplexed at the barrier, now complete, did not let anyone in or out.

In the sky, a helicopter flew in the sky, looking for any way in. Thanks to the rain, the barrier was visible on the roof; The entire complex had some sort of membrane surrounding it. It perplexed the officers; the media which has just started to arrive on the scene had no idea either either.

[hr]

Inside the airport, the man in the employ of Talents of the Soul looked around again. The crowd was all bunched together. The ten criminals were all standing in front of the main gate. He wondered if there was some way to go through one of the side gates, head around the shopping area, and eventually find the 'head' criminal that way.

*Bang*

Another gunshot. The man cowered, remembering why he didn't do anything. He was scared, just like everyone else here...

[Durandamon]

[color=#0000ff]"What the f*ck, What the actual f*ck!? Is somebody gonna do something!?" [/color]- Hikaru stood in awe at the old man's fear, before jumping into action himself; he pulled his guitar case out of his back with one hand while he pulled the revolver from inside the case, with his other hand. He then closed the guitar case and pushed it to Nigel - [color=#0000ff]"I guess I can trust it to you, sort of. If you scratch it, make sure you kill yourself before I do.[/color]" - he loaded his gun, and looked up, thoughtfuly - [color=#0000ff]"I was gonna say that if I die, to tell someone that I love them...sigh, It'd be good to say that sincerely." [/color]- and after that thought out loud, he ran toward the crooks and fired his gun to the air - "[color=#0000ff]The first time I travel by plane, this sh*t? I don't f*cking think so!" [/color]- he pointed his own gun at the criminal who had just fired into the air, aiming at him and waiting for him to make a move.

[encapturer]

"Sit down or I will KILL you!" one of the other criminals yelled out to Hikaru. The apparent leader, the one who fired the shot in the air, stood unfazed. The nervous one then shakily pointed his gun towards Hikaru, sweating profusely.

"Get back or I will pull this... this trigger!" he said.

"Dude calm down," the one next to him replied. "The big man's got this."

"THEN WHY ISN'T HE DEAD YET!" the nervous one replied, then fired a shot in Hikaru's general direction.

At this point a young woman stood up, encouraged by Hikaru's display of bravado. "There's no reason to be scared of 10 guys. We can overpower them!" Her voice resounded through the entire room. The criminals however seemed more interested in Hikaru than her. This didn't matter to her, as she continued to rouse the crowd. "I say let's stop being scared for our lives and... fight..." Before she could finish her sentence, her voice trailed off. The fiery expression on her face vanished, and she dropped to the floor, as if robbed of her consciousness.

"YOU COULD NOT STAY QUIET COULD YOU?!" The voice on the intercom came back to life. "YOU HAD TO FIGHT! WELL GUESS WHAT?! YOU'RE ALL DEAD!" The ten criminals did not acknowledge the angered voice in one way or another; they were all focused on Hikaru.

The old man knew what that meant. Whatever this guy's power was, he could easily kill any normal people. Including himself. As far as he knew, the only people who even have a chance to get out of this alive were the nine people he was sent to meet. His own life was now forfeit. He wanted to tell them of their power, how they are protected, but the whole area fell into chaos. Screams resounded everywhere. Every normal person who went to attack the criminals fell before even reaching them due to that mysterious power. Even people near him started to fall and slump to the ground. Since standing was dangerous, the old man began crawling on the ground among the bodies. His destination: the customer service desk. It was nearby, and it should have access to the intercom system. He had to get his message out to those who needed it.