Fragility of the Mind

Yia took the bullet and smiled as it just fell off of his indestructible body. "Guess it won't be a problem then, eh Emir?" He asked giving the man a wide smile. He moved towards the man, since he had been taught how to use a gun, he sort of bonded with him slightly...

the bullet that was supposed to hit Yia floated then fell to the ground as the artificial gravity. The loud noise of the gun however, begin to echo through the room.

"GOD DAMN That's Loud." Emir shouted, covering his ears.

Alevon rubs the back of his neck
"...I see...thank you, then..."

"Thanks for all your help Samantha... I wish there was something more we could do to help you..." Yia said to her, and he made is way through the door that lead to the right arm and waited for the others. He hummed silently... He'd get revenge on that bastard for all the people who gave their lives to help this small group.

"Yes, thank you" Alevon says, before complying with her request

"Bonjour," one of them said.

The men had started taking off their masks and slipping out of their formal Alpha Guard uniforms. It had to be remarked that they had casual clothes underneath, to Gabrielle's mild surprise. Outside of the black wear they looked practically normal. And, to boot, they were more than comfortable taking the room they needed.

That was the first time Gabrielle had heard any of them speak; she was slightly annoyed that she was not the one they had spoken to first, and had instead chosen to converse with TK. She loved TK, but sometimes she had to admit things went strangely for the both of them.

Gabrielle sighed and, dropping her feet to the ground, quickly bounced to the other side of the robot. She closed her eyes and concentrated on summoning a beast, any shadow at all, outside in space.

The one who had assisted her in destroying the titan walked over to her. It was then that she noticed his physical features in better detail. He had curly brown hair and knotty muscles. Typically French, she thought to herself.

"Mlle. Goussand," he said, "there is vacuum in space, but there is no resistance."

The guard's words seemed to give her just that extra push needed to create a large, deathly silent, chinese dragon outside of WADE. Its huge form overshadowed the sun, and for just a moment the mech was in total obscurity before it disintegrated. Gabrielle seemed more than pleased with herself.

"Je le sais, merci¹."

(1. I know that, thank you.)

The man simply bowed his head and reached out for TK's hand without much hesitation. "S'il vous plait, lead the way." It was obvious his English hadn't been as practiced as Gabrielle's; even when the girl was thirteen and barely settled in America, her bilingualism was nearly perfected. He motioned with his chin to the other behind him. "They will follow."

No mention of him name, though. This apparent lack of delicacy seemed to be commonplace within the Alpha Guard; on her side of the arm, Gabrielle seemed to be having trouble getting a conversation out of her own suitor.

"I'm Gabrielle."

"Je sais.¹"

"Who are you?"

"Devinez.²" Gabrielle only sighed. Looking outside with a wolflike dog (it was much darker in space than in the regular atmosphere) she could still see his dragon. As well as a second one, circling around the robot.

"And what are you doing?"

"Je t'emmerde.³"

Gabrielle grit her teeth at the insult, but let it slide. Having lost her long-term partner and her emergency one having simply vanished out of her grasp, she began to think that maybe the succinct process he suggested wasn't entirely undesired. Neither she nor he were unattractive, at least.

(1. I know. 2. Guess 3. Fuck you. (In French, "fuck you" really is a verb; as in, "I am currently sodomizing you". Thus Gabrielle interpreting it as a suggestion is just a sardonic attempt at deforming his statements.)

Alevon turns to the men and looks at Gabrielle, then at them once more.

"Ce qui vous apporte ici ?"
He asks.



(what brings you here?)

The man looked at Alevon for a moment before bursting into a slow chuckle. "Elle." He pointed a finger at Gabrielle, who turned around quizzically in response.

"Ce n'est rien,¹" he said.

"Ah..." Gabrielle turned around again.

"Elle nous a amenés ici. Ça devrait suffire comme explication?²" His tone wasn't condescending or anything, but the way he was saying who instead of what, and by what he actually supposed it was why, he was quite content with dodging the question.

(1. It's nothing. 2. She brought us here. It should suffice as an explanation.)

Gabrielle looked at her four new companions strangely, then back at Sam. "I trust you know how to communicate with these people." She tilted her head forward, gave her helper a tap on the shoulder, and went on after TK.

The one whose hand was pricked by TK's wind didn't seem to have much of a reaction. All of them seemed to have an impassible expression on their faces as they stayed behind with their pilot, staring in complete silence.

(Kristy, the question was 'what brought you here?', not 'who' or 'why'. I ran it through a translator both ways to make sure it was correct. Whether it is correct or not, I typed at the bottom what was supposed to have been said in french since most of us/I do not speak it.)

Alevon nods a little, still a little unsure of the new people and their reasoning for being there. He recalled that Gabrielle had some enemies in france, and being that these people were indeed french, he couldn't be sure of their intentions, and that perhaps they had forced her to bring them along. Regardless, he was glad for the extra help...IF that is what they were there for.