[i]The winds howled at her approach as if mourning her, appealing to her by giving her it's condolences. Such a stranding was no more than a birth to a new life; for, when one thing is lost and found again, it has the opportunity to start new. Gust after gust flowed around her armoured frame and tickled the crevices in her suit, wrapping around her as if to cool her and give relief from the stifling heat. She would know the wind was unnatural as it flowed opposite to the already existing gusts and collided with her to neither aid nor hinder her progress towards the gate. The knocks at the gate reverberated through her with a bass-filled rap that filled the air with the fanfare of her arrival. To the Dojo, a new warrior was something to celebrate. A time to welcome one into our family. But she sensed something. A deep pull and push within the very deep parts of her soul, or if she were conflicted on such beliefs, right in her chest. The feeling swelled up and made the hardened soldier uneasy despite her experience. It was an aura of something that never stirred, but never slept. An aura that lay dormant, but couldn't help but ooze out from all around her; the wind, the heat, the light, and even her shadow. It was as if she were to face a force of nature herself. The uneasiness disconnected her from those things because, in the presence of this being, those things were not hers to own. A soft crunch of hard combat boots on the dry grass reached her ears. The noise came from behind her. If she were to turn, she'd look across the open field at a man slowly approaching. When her eyes settled on him the systems of her suit took a brief spasm as the energy emanating from this figure would surely be something unique all unto itself. A cloak covered his mesomorph body, stretched at the shoulders slightly, the fabric covering a beige over-shirt and black combat pants. The carbon fiber-esque fabric of the pants were torn slightly and the holes glinted like stars in the night sky as the sun illuminated metal plating beneath it's fabric. On his feet were high-topped combat boots, black and laced up tightly with straps and buckles in excess to keep them from falling off. Though the cloak was something special. It flared in the winds, but in a way that was impossible; while the wind rushed his back the fabric flared outwards unto itself like a living thing. Forest green was it's colour, and along it's edges was a golden trim that lined the entirety of it's sleeves and back. Upon the very back, she would see eventually, was a rune. More simply put, a symbol. Five interlocked circles ran vertically down the back while on the left was a triangle pointing up. Within it's design was curves and bends and lines galore and it's tip was hidden under a circle which depicted radiance. On the right side was the same thing, but upside down. He stood below her at six foot one inch, but despite the comparison in size, his presence was massive. An aura that nearly pushed the super soldier with such force to her soul that it was almost physical. His body was laden with weapons. A pistol at his ribcage, an FN Five-Seven; a low caliber one compared to the one she carried, and two daggers at his hip. The blades were classified as 'kards', long daggers with reinforced tips. One was forty centimetres yet double edged, while the other was sixty centimetres and single edged. An odd choice, if I do say so myself. Upon his back was a large sword, the four foot blade mounted on another foot of hilt. It's metal was golden and shone with the rest of him as the hilt was a dull colour akin to bronze with specks of rusting copper. The blade itself was slightly more than half a foot wide, coming to a sharp edge within the last inch of it's perimeter. Such a sword was heavy, and yes, I can assure you it is. But let me say I've gotten quite used to it. It can slash but hit like a war hammer. [b]Oh, excuse me. This figure, may I add, was myself.[/b] With golden brown eyes I looked over the soldier as I approached, raising my left arm to brush aside the hood of my cloak. The receding hood revealed caramel skin and jet black hair that was short and spiked slightly at the front, and a soft face full of warmth and kindness. While my right arm was flesh and blood, the left was metal. It didn't reflect any sunlight and was a dull gunmetal grey, the seams and interlocking parts nearly invisible due to it's craftsmanship. It moved and behaved as if it weren't artificial at all. With a warm smile I finished my analysis of the woman and stopped my approach about ten metres away. Taking one step back, I crossed my legs in an 'x' and bowed rather intricately to the general. The aura of uneasiness was sucked away as quickly as the winds left, and it wouldn't take someone too smart to realize that I was the source. I struggled with words so I held the bow for a good few seconds before straightening myself and looking at the warrior with a grin. Not a grin to cause worry, no, nothing of the sort. It was a boyish grin that screamed trustworthiness and admiration. It wasn't clear yet but such a person as her had already governed my respect. I had read into her soul a bit to see what she had seen and done; in my eyes, she was a war hero. Nodding to her, but more to myself, I finally spoke. My voice was tinged with a foreign accent and accentuated with my own personality; soft yet firm, kind yet confident. It carried across the space easily to reach it's destination.[/i] "That was quite a fall, fellow warrior. I can't say I've seen someone like yourself before, but then again, your weapon looks familiar in a way. You seem quite alright it seems. Say, could you state your business in such a place?" [i]I chuckled to myself slightly, sighing at my hypocrisy.[/i] "I guess you could say the same to me; after all, I'm not inside the gate, am I? Your doubt is rightfully had, should you have any. Ah, how rude of myself." [i]I shook my head in embarrassment and lowered my head, speaking to the ground. The winds that cooled her earlier seemed to carry my voice to her ears like a whisper, but just loud enough to be audible.[/i] "My name is Alonfé. You may call me Alon for short, fellow warrior. I am but a wandering mage in search for my purpose across the worlds. May I have your name?" [i]I smiled again, confident with what I had said. You had to give a little to receive a little, no?[/i]