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Gio didn't really listen to his brother when he was told to stay back, instead, he moved to the edge of the ledge, just far enough back to keep his balance, but near enough to see what was happening. He really wished he had been born a Nero Angeal, so that he could help both of them, but that wasn't the case. He was helpless, and if anything happened to Rigo or her, then he would probably be blaming himself for the rest of his life.

It was already too late to do anything to help the woman from where he stood, because she had already let go and was falling to Rigo. This was his deal now. He almost laughed at the idea that it was like they were taking turns risking their lives to save her, but the seriousness of the situation prevented such a reaction.

There was still the matter of that crash, though, and he didn't know if Rigo was going to take her to the other side of the ledge in order reach the crash site. If he didn't, then no one would be able to help anyone that might have been victim to that crash, whatever it was. He needed to get over there, either to take over the rescue himself, or to help out if that was the way the two of them went.

"I'm very sorry," Gio said, turning to speak to the ranger for a moment, "I know the storm is getting worse, but I guess trouble is just following us today. We can't just let the storm batter whoever might be victim to the crash. I have to go across."

He then pressed himself against the ledge carefully. For a long moment he stayed that way, a wave of fear crashing over him and paralyzing him. But there was at least one person where that crash was, maybe more, and if he was the only one that could help them and he didn't go, then the guilt of that would have eaten him just like the guilt of the incident. His life was inconsequential to him, the lives of others were far more important, and worth risking everything for. This was the new source of his bravery, he guessed. Before he had just been young and immature, and he probably still was, but the assassination showed him what real fear was, and his false bravura was shattered. He had lived such a shattered life in his mind and heart because he had never been put in a situation where another person was in danger rather than him, and he never felt this urge to protect. This was the reason for his shattered existence.

With a renewed bravery, he began to sidle forward along the same path the woman had taken, but taking his time to test his footing before moving more. He took his attention away from his brother's rescue attempt, trusting he had it handled.

Luckily, Jolyre hadn't waited too long to make her decision. Any longer, and Rigo would have been blown off course and unable to fix his position fast enough to catch the Angeal. The Nero Angeal caught the woman in his arms. He let off a soft "Ugh" as the wind mercilessly forced him toward one of the jagged walls. After that much risk, Rigo couldn't let himself or her die yet. He forcefully beat his wings and propelled himself and her up before they crashed into the jagged wall.

While Rigo wanted to reunite with Gio, the furious wind made it impossible for him to return to that side of the ledge. He would have to land on the other side, closer to the crash site. For a moment, Rigo noticed Gio mvoe out of the corner of his eye. The elder brother felt a pang of worry hit him. Gio hadn't listened and was moving despite being so injured. I have to help him, Rigo thought desperately, but he and Jolyre had other problems. The wind.

With effort, Rigo managed to avoid a crash landing and landed in view of the debris in the area Suri was in. It wasn't a light landing though, and Rigo tried his best to keep them unscathed. The dark haired brother had managed to skid to a halt on two feet in a kneeling position while keeping Jolyre's body away from the groudn. "A crash..." the Nero Angeal muttered at the chaotic sight and the steaming smoke. He immediately unsummoned his wings, as they were more of an hindrance right now than help. "Gio."

(Editted, there was a bit of an issue between mine and Claided's posts. We'll have it completely resolved when he edits the post)

Gio didn't look down, and clutched desperately to the cliff-face as winds buffeted him from all angles, trying to fling him to his death. What made it even harder to hang on was the fact that his left arm was totally limp, so he was minus one grip, and the katana was still clenched in that hand, making it get in the way slightly, and making his progress awkward. There was no way he could let himself die. He had to help whoever was in that crash, and he didn't know if Rigo or the woman would land on that side of the cliff or not. He had to consider that they weren't landing on the other side, lest his resolution be flung away from the cliff along with his life. he felt a hand on his shoulder about halfway through, and turned his head carefully to see that the ranger had come right behind him in order to help. He was grateful, otherwise, he might not have made it across by himself. They nodded in wordless agreement and continued.

Their progress was fast, but tentative, and he never moved an arm or leg without testing his weight on the hold first. He passed the point where the Angeal woman had fallen, and made sure to avoid her mistake. All the while, his wound in his shoulder pulsed with irritation and pain as it scraped lightly against the rocky surface. Wait.... was it even smaller now?

For what felt like an eternity, but was really more like five minutes of steady movement to the side, he reached the other ledge. For a moment, as he moved away from the canyon wall, his foot slipped, and he felt his balance tip towards the abyss, but luck was on his side, as he managed to right it and fall in the opposite direction, onto safe, firm ground.

He dusted himself off as he stood off, then turned to check where the wreckage was. The crash wasn't in his view yet, but he did see Rigo and the woman, both of them safe on this side of the chasm. He let out a breath of relief. He gave wordless thanks to the ranger, but his mind was elsewhere. He wasn't about to stay still. Instead, he ran over to his brother, crouching down next to the two of them giving them a huge smile, "I'm so glad you're both okay." His eyes showed genuine sincerity. He hadn't wanted anything to happen to either of them, and he hoped this woman that hated him so much could see that. "I'm sorry, but since you're both okay, I have to go."

Changing tact immediately, he didn't even give them a chance to respond and ran to where the crash was, taking in the whole of the wreckage as he ran, ignoring his shoulder wound and his dangling arm. "Hello!? Is anyone in there?!" he shouted, even before reaching the downed ship, unable to see the new woman that had run in, as she was on the other side of the ship. He would take time to be impressed by the fact that he was looking at a real airship later. They were the latest technology, and one of this size was unheard of so far as he knew. Then again, every nation had its secrets, and Metrino had plenty of secrets to hide.

((Sorry for the delay guys, I'm going to post right after I get back from the Doc...I think I have Strepp crying Will post soon brb!))

"Hello?"

The words jarred Suri from his daze. Sleep came hard to guilty men, and he was definately feeling guilty. The deaths of the two men crossing to his ship was unintentional, they didn't have to die. But he'd think more on it later, now it appeared that someone was on the scene, and so quickly too. His eyes opened slowly as he identified the silhouette peeking under the wing at him. "You people respond rather quickly....Guess you don't have many airships crash around these parts do you?" he said with humor and a smile before crawling out from beneath the wing and attempting to stand. He ended up leaning on the wreckage because his ankle gave him a smarting reminder that it was still in pain. Looking upon her, he could tell her as a native of Tylem, "Not hard on the eyes either" he thought before it dawned on him that his metallic exterior was fully exposed. He somewhat averted his eyes from the woman before him. He'd heard several stories about how some people looked down on and hated cyborgs for what they did to their bodies. Suri desperately hoped this particular Tylemite didn't have a nasty disposition towards his kind.

He was on the verge of saying something when he heard another voice, this one sounding like a boy. Apparently there were more people approaching. For the first time, Suri actually took a good look around. He had absolutely wrecked the ship...all over the land. Scraps of metal were everywhere, most of them unidentifiable. The main cockpit area was still there, mostly, but much of the outer covering was stripped and it was indeed no longer air-worthy. A thick column of smoke emanated from a sizeable chunk of debris that probably contained part of the engine, smaller bits of debris around it were aflame with smouldering fires. Suri couldn't see the rest of the damage from the other side of the ship, but he assumed it looked none the better. The other side was also where that shouting was originating from. "Friends of yours, Miss?

Enter- Harrier A'Cal

Harrier nodded at Jolyre, making haste and following to the crash. The storm was pulling in and the faster they got to the people the fast they all could get to safety. The first thing he noticed other than the airship was a small figure waving their arms like mad at the group. He ran closer to see that the travelers had already engaged in conversation with two crash victims. He took a look at the female, it was actually Alane.

“Alane, what are you doing here?” Harrier greeted with surprise.

Exit- Harrier A'Cal

Sure gave a slight grin at her non-violent evaluation of him. Good to know he wouldn't be fleeing from one rough spot to another. He kindly declined her offer of water with a wave of his hand. "No thanks Miss, I don't exactly require food or water to live, though I kinda miss that part of bein human." He replied while scratching the back of his head. "I guess these folks havn't seen a good share of cyborgs, are we really that centralized in our own nation? New Update! This trip is gonna be fun!" he thought with glee.

Another man appeared on the scene, apparently recognizing the woman and calling her 'Alane'. This guy was definately a ranger type, he looked rugged enough to feel right at home in this harsh terrain, yet still had some looks going for him. He could still hear someone else on the other side of the wreckage, and he wouldn't be surprised if he had a whole group of people approaching the site. Suri got the oddest feeling as this man apporached however, like an almost 'pulling' sensation in his chest. He'd never felt the likes of it before. Noticing the crystal in his chest was emitting a brighter glow than before, he hurriedly mashed shut his askew chest door and tried to successfully disguise the action as covering a cough. "Er, sorry. The dust around here just gets into everything don't it? Heh heh." he said a tad akwardly. So far, at least it looked like they didn't shun his kind, but even among fellow Metrinos the thing in his chest was an anomaly. Humans, no matter their land or race, usually have an odd time with being different.

Indeed, more people followed this pair. A boy who didn't exactly look in top condition came barreling around the wreckage and spotted them. Moments later, and from a similar direction, came two Angeals. One Nero and one Light. Suri sighed and leaned heavier on the wreckage, "Just how is this going to turn out I wonder." he thought but then decided the good old introduction line seemed appropriate for this situation. Turning to both Alane and Harrier he said, "My name is Suri Nee'tal, a cyborg from Metrino." but he said it loud enough that the newcomers could hear as well. "No sir, I don't believe there are other survivors, I piloted that rig myself, and encountered a little 'trouble' from some old friends of mine back in Metrino." he said lightly, not quite phrasing it so that he'd sound like a fugitive, he knew LOTS of people didn't take kindly to harboring one of those.

"Anywho, I'd love to discuss the details with all of ya, but this storms about to pile into us and though I don't know just how bad these things are, I don't wanna find out." He said with finality, giving a broad wave to the two Angeals and the boy before setting off on a broad step that nearly sent him tumbling to the ground. Face reddening to a bright shade of red, Suri off-handedly suggested: "Er...could onna you big-strong men help me out a wee bit? I kinda messed up my ankle on impact and, though I'm perfectly capable of doing so, I don't intend to drag myself to the outpost using my arms.

To top it all off, Suri was now feeling that sensation even stronger since the arrival of the two Angeals. "Just what the heck does this thing do that I don't know about?!" he fumed silently, hating not being able to understand things with logic.

((Yay! I don't have Strepp Throat!...but it's still a nasty infection. At least i get the weekend off from work though XD))

Enter- Alane Shoudu

“Really? Isn't that odd, I couldn't imagine not eating. Are all cyborgs like this?” Alane asked Suri. When she heard her name being called by the people there she turned to look. Alane noticed a few people coming in. It was Harrier! He was following a few people; one was a boy who looked pained and the other two were strange winged people. She stood in awe at the way they looked with their feathers and stance. Actually looking like proud birds despite the obvious tension and worry that the air carried.

“Harrier!” she called, glad to see that he was all right. “I was at the outpost when I heard the crash and I came to check it out, I'm happy to see you're all right.”

From next to her she hear the man cough slightly, she knew that he wasn't well. And most certainly wasn't use to the dust that the wind carried. The faster that they got him back the better; even though that he would seem to be able to tough it out on his own if it were not for the storm and wreckage.

Harrier nodded that he was well, and turned to look at the scene.

"My name is Suri Nee'tal, a cyborg from Metrino. Anywho, I'd love to discuss the details with all of ya, but this storms about to pile into us and though I don't know just how bad these things are, I don't wanna find out," the man, Suri, greeted good-naturly.

“Of course,” Harrier said, getting behind Suri and helping him up, “I am Harrier, and this is Alane; natives of Tylem. But I am afraid we don't have too much time to talk before the storm kicks in at its fullest.”

Alane saw the younger boy rush over to help Suri, but backed away and looked at his shoulder in quite surpise, and maybe terror. He backed away to lean against the ship.

“Hey, hey! Are you alright?” She said as she rushed over to him. His mouth opened, trying to form words but all she heard was silence. Alane put her hand on the shoulder that he wasn't gawking at and made him face her.

He just shook his head and returned to help Suri. Alane stood there, mystified at the people that Harrier had brought with him.

Exit- Alane Shoudu