My Village is Number One

[Brian]

At the edge of town, the Order of Symmetry convenes with former workshop inmate Bart, along with one or two other faces who look familiar, but never gave names before.  Behind them, is Mikey.

Someone found him a trenchcoat that fits, and he seems to like it a lot.

Bart nods, and points to where the dust is approaching -- to where a goodly number of people are approaching.  There's a man with gray-tinted skin, a two guys of varying height (one short, one average) that look wire-thin with messy black hair.  There's a blond man who seems to be trying to look at everyone at the same time.  There's a man with darker blond hair with a combat knife strapped to his belt (looks sizeable).  Then there's a huge blond giant (looks pretty out of shape, though) standing next to a third wiry short guy with black hair (this one with a sheathed Chinese straight-sword).  Behind them are what looks like a fourteen year old boy carrying a younger girl on his back.  In front of them, there are three figures in particular, one of which is carrying a staff.

[Halbarad]

The staff-bearer - a tall and rather wiry man -  removes his hat for a moment, revealing a shock of light brown hair sculpted into the formation best described as 'hat-hair'.  Replacing the now-rather-battered fedora, he nods to the rest of the group. "Let's keep this fairly low-key for now. Hopefully we can avoid getting ANOTHER group that wants to kill us."

Pulling ahead of the others, he approaches the group on the road ahead. "Pardon me for being direct, but can you tell me where we are?"

[Bjorn]

Bjorn slows down a little, falling behind Philip.  This does little to conceal him -- while on the tall side of average, he's best described as thick from neck to calves, though it's clear that it's far from all being fat.

Scanning the large group arranged before him makes the white in his hair, thick along the sides of his otherwise brown hair, to stand out, and his blue eyes narrow.  Why don't you start off, Philip?  he suggests.  I'll cover you, worse come to worst.

[Dracos]

Strange crew.  Though, pot and kettle.  Sure.

Dracos' green eyes quickly analyzed the incoming crew as he stepped forward, taking the clear spot of being in the lead with a relatively open smile.  "This is the town of New Delphi.  In the same manner, who are you?  It's not often we have travelers."

The newcomers see a relatively midsized, though on the shorter end of average, fellow with midshoulder length brown hair, fairly wild and matched with a short beard running the entire length of his jaw.  Dressed in a t-shirt and pants, he's not apparently armed.

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Bjorn rolls his eyes slightly at that, but then, he doesn't really know how he would have phrased it any better himself, so he keeps quiet.  

Casually, he tucks his left hand into his pocket, letting his right hand -- apparently holding nothing -- hang freely at his side.

[Halbarad]

Tim sighs, giving a small smile to his companions. "Glad to hear it. This is the place we've been looking for. Pandora sent us here to meet a balanced group of people."

God, this sounds cheesy, but it does make sense. If they're not who we're looking for, best not to completely tip our hand, either.

He frowns towards the brown haired man slightly, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "You look familiar somehow..." he murmurs.

[Dracos]

"Well, some say I'm a memorable personality, but I don't believe we've met. My name is Philip Bloom."  He paused a moment, considering and then looked a bit expectantly at the other man, still waiting for the answer to his question.

Dracos

[Halbarad]

"Philip... Bloom..." Tim's mind takes a minute to process the name, and then he grins. "Kind Fearless Leader, otherwise known as Dracos."

[Dracos]

Dracos raised an eyebrow.  "Well you certainly know me and via the net, specific to my own site.  Either you've done your research or are an old friend.  Though if you're the latter, keeping me in the dark as to who you are isn't the best of greetings." He smiled, no actual bite to his words.

[Halbarad]

"What, the hat didn't tip you off? I used it as an avatar for long enough." Tim extends a hand. "Tim Maus, otherwise known as Halbarad."

[Dracos]

"It seems coincidence is laughing greatly then.  And your friends, Hal?  Or tell me, coincidence is going along with it further and they are other people from Soulriders?"

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Nathan raises an eyebrow, glances at the rest of the party, and rolls his eyes at Carthrat.

[Brian]

Sterling and Walker trade a knowing nod with Bart.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn looks back at Bart, then.  "Bart?" he says, out loud.  He notes, as a distant observation, that it feels surprisingly uncomfortable.  "Do you know these guys?"

[Brian]

"Uh," Bart says.  "Yeah.  Before the Workshop caught up with me, I met with a few of these guys.  We smashed up a Forge base."

"Sweet, sweet destruction," Jim says in a friendly manner.