Jaarda stopped hovering, and crashed down a couple meters away. She weakly stood up, again in her not yet human form, and ran to Volarune's body. She gasped at the sight, this time she didn't write words. She said them. Problem was... In Afrikaans. "Voël? Wat het ek gedoen?" She looked at Raienzio, silver liquid piling up in her eyes. "Was dier! Wat het gebeur!" She put a glowing hand on Volarune's neck, healing the wound. But it didn't bring him back. She felt his heart beat, and her head dropped. "Hy is weg..."

(I was using Afrikaans... You know, the african language? I dunno what the heck that was. And she said "BIRD? WHAT HAPPENED?!" And "Animal man! What did I do!" and "He is gone...")

Jaarda started becoming more and more like her normal form-- Her skin was olive colored, which made her look like some african person. One hand was blazing with fire that didn't burn, while the other was melting like water. She closed her eyes. The bottom of her dress to her feet were faded as they progressed to the ground.

Jaarda stepped back as she was told, but it didn't stop her from worrying. She nodded, but she forgot how to teleport. She shut her eyes and concentrated hard. Lets see... North Pistol Street, The Tae's. Opening her eyes, they were in a dark alley. Broken furniture and ripped blankets littered the ground. She seemed not to feel very comfortable on the ground, so she climbed onto a window-washer's cart. Her eyes seemed to glow a series of colors, mostly colors that mankind couldn't name yet. For a minute they turned red. Something happened. Her eyes sparkled with a ghastly white fire. Unknown was here. He wasn't locked up in your head. She made a low churring sound in her throat, a small carrier pigeon flew onto her hand. She took a small parchment from the air, and wrote on it with a finger. Mama Tia, send help. She tied it to the pigeon's feet, and sent it off south west. She hopped down, landing just above the concrete. Her fingers sliced through the fog, choked gold letters trying to make their way through it. The bird goes to Africa, our best hunters are coming. She sat on a crumpled... Whatever, looking in the direction she sent the bird. Wind whipped her hair sideways, making her look like an old-fashioned Pocahontas. (Poca- means spirit, Hontas- means abyss. Isn't that weird? Spirit of the Abyss.) Jaarda sighed, a wisp of a wind floating out from her mouth. A small storm seemed to gather above her, but she waved it off. "Gaan weg wolk."

(why?)

Jaarda looked over at Caroline. Making a growling sound, her fingers swept violently through the air. Shut up. He is here. And not in a good mood. She stepped forward. Out of a gutter, the shadow of Unknown melted through the bars. He wiggled his fingers, which were sparking with electricity. "Stupid powerlines..." He crossed his arms, which was hard to see because he wasn't solid. "What do you want?" His voice was like a raspy growl, which made it sound like a bear gurgling mouth wash.

Unknown scowled. "I can't. I am under strict orders. And those orders are not to be changed by you breathers." He snapped his fingers and a parchment appeared. It showed a name none other than Volarune's old freind. The girl who died so many times, her soul was forced into Jaarda.

Jaarda shook her head. A parchment with the same signature popped up next to her. I'm sorry. I was trying to be kind as to host her soul, but she wanted me to host her under certain rules. And they are only breakable by her, in the flesh of her own body. If I could, I would be as close to you as I could. But I am under birth rules to not be invited to the family of another being. She stood up, the parchment disappearing. Unknown had a fanged grin on his shadowed head, he waved his hand to become a shadow again. "I have places to be..." He melted through a vent.

Unknown walked out of a wall, his arms crossed. "Is that so? I beleive there is an Unknown in everyone, including the elementalists." His glowing red eyes swept to Jaarda. "Her Mama Tia is also in control of the rules, because she is the mother. A very cruel one of that. She only sends untamed predators to aid, and if contacted directly will refuse everything." Jaarda's face seemed to darken, Unknown was really on her nerves. Buck off, jerk. She held up a fist and opened it, causing Unknown to fly into the wall like a ragdoll. Unknown got up and swept off his shoulders. Nice job Jaarda, whats next? A Unicorn made of fire? Jaarda tilted her head in a confused way, only to find herself wacked back the same way. She knelt up weakly, her eyes burning with fury. She lifted her arms, rocks flying from the pavement infront of her. A thing like you won't last long against me, so I suggest you stop that right now. She swept black hair out of her eyes with two fingers, and with the other one she raised the two middle fingers in a vulgar insult. She smirked, then climbed halfway up a ladder, looking like a girl version of Tarzan in New York.

Jaarda smirked. Your telling me. So... Your saying your a 12 year old boy? Denial. Again, she struggled to her feet. She raised a clenched fist, sending a large gust of wind towards Caroline. Don't... Push it. She raised her two middle fingers again, a wisp of fire dancing among her fingertips.