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"I'm good" He said as he killed the last of the nobodies. He nodded and looked around, stopping on Nicola once again. He then remembered that his helmet was gone and went to look for it. "I'll be back."

A massive portal of blue, white, and red light opened up 10 feet off the ground, rocks and debris shooting away from the site. Someone fell from the portal and landed on the ground. The person was roughtly 8 feet tall, though it was probably due to the massive armor he worse. He looked around, drew a slim, but menacing looking rifle, then tapped a command into a panel on his left forearm. The armor retracted into itself, remaining on the torso and legs, revealing a man 6 feet high, with medium-length shaggy blonde hair, glacial blue eyes, and a commanding aura about him. He scanned his immediate surroundings with his rifle, his gaze straight down the sights. He looked up, then leapt to the right as someone else came falling through.

The second person was a woman, roughly 5'5, with auburn hair pulled into a ponytail, green reading glasses, and massive powder-white armor lined in gold. On her back was an azure cape that matched the color of her eyes. in her right hand, was a massive greatsword. She stood up, brushed herself off, then brought the sword to the ready, her gaze intense as she looked for threats. She quickly glanced over at the man with the rifle, then stepped out of the way for what they knew was about to happen.

Sure enough, a third person came through, right before the portal closed, only this man landed on his feet. He stood 5'10, wearing all black. Black breeches, black long-sleeve shirt, and black fingerless gloves. Over his chest, from his left shoulder to his right hip is a baldric of silver chain mail. His belt is silver as well. But the most striking feature is the cloak. It's crimson, almost blood-red, with a hood that reveals only his mouth. His eyes and nose are hidden by shadow, and no matter how the light hits him, the shadows never lift. He looked around, then made a grabbing motion with his hand, causing a simple redwood staff to appear. He was also the first one to speak.

"So...anyone have any idea where we are?"

His voice was a soft tenor, with a slight Greek accent, and the feel of age, like thunder rumbling through the ancient mountains.

The man with the rifle and the woman whirled around, rifle ready, sword, pointed.

"He's not a threat."

It was the woman who spoke. She spoke in a sterotypical New York accent. She sheathed her sword, through her muscles never relaxed. THe man with the rifle lowered it, but kept it ready to be brought back up if need be.

"Identify yourself, stranger."

Rifleman this time. Slight Texas drawl, though with a Greek accent similar to the other man.

((Sorry...I do quotes so the person I'm interacting with knows I've responded. XD))

The man in the back who'd spoken first chuckled, then stepped forward, pushing the rifle down to point at the ground.

"He's not a threat. Cool your guns."

He bowed slightly at the waist.

"I am Lord Redtail Rathan, Archmage of the Council Arcanum. This vision of beauty behind me is my wife, Grand marshal Celise Marcella Allenar, High Commander of the order of the Silver Shield. And this imposing brute is Admiral of the Center, prince Nocam Davis, the Godslayer. Pleased to meet you, Captain Blaze."

The other two simply nodded as Redtail introduced them, though Celise at least smiled.

Ookami watched her wolves disappear as the threat was gone. She looked over at Dante then the rest before putting her collar back on. Her tail unwrapped around her waist and flickered back and forth as she wondered where the others were from.

Ookami glanced over at Iano and Nic when they were speaking then looked away. She yawned a bit and tied her hair back since it was pretty hot out. Ookami then began brushing the dust off her clothes.

((Which small group are you talking about?))

"Those black things intermingled with the white are known as Heartless, beings who prey on the hearts of others, they are the darkness of our hearts made physical. Then if someone with a strong heart loses it, they become one of those white things, called Nobodies, Nobodies are the Body and Soul left behind when someone loses their heart, the exceptionally strong ones maintain a human form, but with super powers and stuff." Dante explained simply, his keyblade disappearing. "Anyway, I'm Dante Christian." Dante said, putting his hands in his pockets.

"And I'm Zane." Zane said simply, preferring to simply tell people his first name rather than get into the whole awkward formal/informal relationship thing.