The Flare

Quinn could hear the reassuring sounds of his cane tapping against the floor. It wasn't made of wood, but something softer than that, though still very solid in its form. He had always wondered how everything looked, especially since humanity had now seeked refuge underneath ground and abandoned the world above after the Flare happened. He wasn't the only that wasn't able to see the sun, the sky and the moon and more, but being blind was still such a shame. One would have figured that with all the advanced technology that was needed to make an underground safe Haven for all of the remaining humans in the world that they would have found some sort of substitute eyes or a way to revive dead nerves, but Quinn was still blind.

He was far from one to really whine about his condition and it did have its own perks like improved senses and memory, but Quinn did think it was a shame to not see sometimes. However there was something oddly satisfying and reassuring by listening to the tip of his white cane hitting against the ground, to hear the sounds differ from whatever was underneath his feet. He may be blind, but he was far from helpless, despite there being countless of occasions where he should take the help he was offered, he had his brighter moments where he didn't need any help at all. Such as navigating his way over to the library where he was certain that Broderick had to be waiting for him. In all honesty he a was a tiny bit late due to the fact he had spent a little bit more than necessary because he had misplaced his cane. Usually he would have asked for help, but it was a tiny bit embarrassing knowing it was entirely his fault, so he had little, but no choice to crouch down and feel around for his cane for a good ten minutes.

Almost as if he wasn't blind at all Quinn found his way to the library. The scent of books and paper wafted over him immediately and welcomed him into the large space, the sounds of the taps already echoing as they spread far off before hitting any obstacles. This was where his powers helped him out a lot, being able to sense minds around him allowed him to know where people were, which made finding Broderick in such a huge space a lot easier than it would have been without. "I am so sorry for making you wait Brody!" Quinn instantly apologized as he approached Broderick and gave him a slightly embarrassed smile. If there was one thing Quinn appreciated it was punctuality, but now he truly wasn't a lot better himself. Hopefully he wouldn't be late for the ceremony later, perhaps he could get Broderick to help him get dressed properly as finding the suit on his own might prove to be a little bit difficult. They had some time to work before they needed to assemble, and Quinn was sure that both of them enjoyed the job more than most.

"Have you thought about what the Commander said?" Quinn decided to ask. "You know, about the whole Soul Guardian thing. It seems a bit weird. . . to suddenly have a tattoo that supposedly links us to someone else." Quinn pointed out, having not really seen his own yet and not really noticed it appearing. Whoever his partner was would hopefully see his, maybe it was somewhere obvious and Quinn just didn't know it. "Then again I suppose no one expected a bunch of teenagers running around with superpowers either." He added with a light chuckle as he let his free hand glide over the back of the books. Quinn did enjoy reading, but of course he needed to read the books for the blind or use his illusion to be able to see it at all. It would be a bad time to use his illusion's one hour of the day to read though, but he had definitely thought about it a couple of times in the past, and done it.

"Oh. And what's the time? I haven't really had the chance to ask anyone before today." Quinn smiled as he didn't mind asking strangers for the time, but he had rushed over to keep Broderick from waiting, that he had actually forgotten to ask anyone he might have passed by.

She had done it again. Janus had been peacefully napping on one of the highly comfortable couches in the Lounge before the sunshine (literally) had decided to bother him as if it was her personal mission to make sure that Janus would forget what "peace" and "quiet" was. He had thought of using the shadows to teleport himself away to his room, but before he had managed to she had grabbed his hand and stared at the mark that had shown up. Of course they would just happen to have the same mark, the whole "Soul Guardian" and "Soul Tattoo" stuff that the Commander had mentioned earlier. His mark had shown up in a very obvious place, and unfortunately hiding it from Dally had been close to impossible, she had caught onto it quick and had rambled on about how they were Soul Guardians and how happy she was over it, but what didn't make this girl happy?

Unable to get away from her, Janus found himself dragged into the hallways. He never knew where they were going, but Dally had seemed to pick up a strange habit of pulling him along everywhere. A normal person would probably struggle and voice an opinion, but Janus ended up just quietly being dragged along. Talking wasn't one of his favorite things to do, if anything he wished to be like a cat and speak through tail-and-ear movements and blinks, though that would create many complications.

They suddenly came to a halt and Janus heard a little "bump" before two people tumbled off to the floor, Janus easily stepping to the side as to dodge the falling Dally. He had thought of catching her before she fell, but she was holding onto his hand, so it wasn't that easy, he was almost dragged down with her. Janus eyed the man that had bumped into them and recognized him as someone that worked alongside Dally in the Gardens, Jacobi if he recalled it correctly. Instead of really talking to him, he found this to be a golden opportunity to be able to escape from Dally and go back to taking his nap. He could tell that it wasn't night quite yet up above, making him weaker and more sleepy, he had turned completely nocturnal with his powers, wanting to sleep the day away and stay awake the entire night. Dally had also stopped that, since she always disturbed his naps, forcing him to be tired alongside all the others whenever night time hit, though sometimes he had sleepless nights too.

Using Jacobi as a hopeful scapegoat, Janus decided to withdrew his hand from Dally's. He brushed his midnight bangs a bit back, yawning a tiny bit, before stretching his arms up in the air. Though he did make sure to not be too rude to Jacobi and gave him a slight nod as a greeting, avoiding using his voice as much as possible, while still acknowledging the other's presence.