Farvon Denki

Farvon looked down the mountain to the city of Solace. He let out a deep sigh as he felt a rush of pride and comfort at the sight of the spires and sleek buildings. "It's all still here," he muttered, staring now at the readings on his datapad. "Including..." his eyes shot open, "baby me." He shuddered and began walking away, down a deserted road to the next city. He decided to stop a safe distance from the entrance to the Hallucinogenic Forests. "The Oneiroi presence is almost none. Odd." He decided to take a nap after a decidedly non-hallucinogenic tree.

A heavy combat boot knocked over the sleeping Seraph. "Oi. What are you doing here?" Clad in a leather jacket and jeans, the young blue haired woman gripped the large scythe on her back. "I'm asking nicely here."

Farvon stood up quickly, dusting himself off. "Female," he muttered quickly, "punk rock artist? Doubtful." He nodded, held out his hand and said, "Farvon S. Denki. Seraph."

Akira looked at the hand. "Normally I would shake your hand, but you didn't answer my question, which makes me assume you are avoiding it." She then unhooked the scythe from her back and brilliant white plate mail appeared over her body. "General Akira Corosian. Current Acting leader of the Serafell Empire. I am watching this planet as a favor to a friend who disappeared. So I will ask again. Why are you here?"

"Serafell," Farvon said. "Never heard of it. You made it up. No. Unlikely. Your expression--- too serious. I have no specific purpose as to be here. Homecoming. No. That would indicate I left. Time travel. Not by choice," he interjected before she could protest, "need... capable soldiers. Big fight. Ravas. Space bear. Tricky, tricky. Oneiroi."

Akira blinked. "Ah! I see. I can already sense it on you. You were thrust through time." Akira began her own analyzations. "Hmmm...You clearly were a time traveler before the timestream shot you out. Last known location was the Battle of Five Armies." She then snapped her fingers. "Farvon Denki!" She grinned. "Surprised? You race may have discovered time travel, but mine mastered time itself." She then frowned. "It's too bad that no records of us survived...."

Farvon jumped a bit, "Mostly unknown species?" He narrowed his eyes, "I'm finding it very hard not to study you right now."

Akira laughed. "Unknown? I am much more than that kid. Try the first species to ever achieve sentience! All the way back from the very first universe." She then cracked her neck. "But back to the topic at hand. This area is restricted."

"Restricted? Heaven? Unlikely. Lord Cyril would never---" He looked slightly wary and narrowed his eyes, "Serafell... Empire. Right."

Akira, who easily was the most accomplished telepath of the universe, laughed after hearing his thoughts. "A few things kid. First off, the Empire has no control over Heaven. Second, Cyril is gone. Third, the Seraph asked me, as a favor, to keep watch over this place for a few hours while they track a criminal that went inside. It should be open soon."

Farvon continued to speak aloud, accepting the things Akira said immediately, "Unlikely. Hallucinogenic forest. Bad for one's health. Bears. Oneiroi. The latter seems to have disappeared, but bears--- still a threat. Shia LeBouf."

Akira tapped her earpiece. "Alright. Looks like they caught him. You are free to go as you wish now." Akira stretched out and removed her armor. "You don't trust me...or the rest of us do you?"

"Trust...." Farvon shook his head. "Trust is too subjective. I prefer 'confidence in reliability'. Much less emotional." He did squint at Akira, "Why isn't my planet capable of handling things themselves? Who is--- was--- loose?"

Akira shrugged. "I have no clue. I guess they called me because of my good relationship with them. ANd also this wasn't a contact to the Empire. This was them asking me. I try to help out here since Cyril was a good friend of mine."

Farvon shrugged. "If I am free to go, then I take my leave."

Akira stopped him with her scythe. "Just one second. I want to ask you something. Mind a little spar? I will bring myself down to your level!"

"Hmm." Farvon thought aloud again, "Fighting. Increased adrenaline. Testosterone. Lack of mental processing. No." He said again to Akira, "No. I think not. Some other time."

Akira puted. "Awww come oooooon! It's fun! NOthing gets the endorphins running like a little sparring!"

Farvon sighed. "Very well. I will fight. One condition. Exchange of information."

Akira narrowed her eyes. "Depends on the information."