"Well you got more than I did, I didn't even know we had allies. You know, considering that we're supposed to have all of this elemental power, it would seem likely that we could contact our respective elements and ask them, but that may be giving us too much credit. Ever since I've gotten my powers, the most I've been able to do is make a small spark come out of my hand and almost fry my computer."

"So I take it you haven't been having strange dreams then. I've been seeing this woman with long, flame-shaded hair showing me how to use my powers. I mean, I've managed to create a small fireball, though I haven't been able to get it any bigger then a large marble." Alex said.

"No, the dreams happen. I told you that I can make small charges, but when I want to contact Fulmen, I can't. He always contacts me."

"Dreams... yes I seem to recall some it was kind of strange. I only recall darkness." Shrugs. "Mayube I should have paid more attention"

OOC: Don't think I forgot about this...

Mark nodded at the others conversation. "Me too... But I thought they were just wierd dreams, that's all. He would just sit there and talk about the good ol' days when there was peace and everyone lived in harmony, well, the elements anyway. They were always upset about us and our constant fueding. However you girls are lucky... you get to control your elements while all I get it some extra strength. Sure, I can lift this hammer, but that's about it, I can't move rocks or anything like that."

"As for our mission, Petra filled me in on the details. The wind... guy... is losing a battle here, so we've been sent in to find out just what the heck is going on. I don't know why they just don't use that big Gaurdian guy... he looks like he could take on anything himself." He shrugged, "Whatever. All I know is that I have a ton of things to do. I didn't get a chance to start any of my homework." He sighed and walked over to Ben, "Well... anything? I don't want to think that we may have fallen into a trap..."

But he may have spoken too soon. As soon as everyone had filed into the building, the door was closed shut behind them, and the arming of guns could be heard. "I hate it when I'm right!"

"You should..." Said the vendor, in perfect english.

"What the...!? You speak...!?"

"Very good english as a matter of fact." He finished Mark's sentence. "And yes, as you may have just found out, you have been ambushed. We do not take kindly to Americans here."

Mark looked around and saw several men standing around, AKs in hand. Five took a step foward and removed the kids of their weapons. One of them reached for Mark's hammer. He smirked, "Careful... it's very heavy..." He just gave him a dorty look, grabbed onto the handle, and tossed it on his shoulder, "Or not..." He shrugged.

ooc: quick question MC, how many folks are we dealing with? I'm guessing what, 6 or 7, maybe?

(OOC) I'd say about 8, that way they'd have superiority in numbers.

OOC: Yeah... We'll go with 8, maybe some hidden in the shadows... if I decide that later...

He looked around and grumbled as his gloves were taken. "I knew there was a reason I didn't like this place." He looked around trying to get a good feel for the surrounding.

OOC Just wondering what type of powers do I have not quite sure...

same question here. Can I have basic control over water, like sweat and tears and such?