Jaarda stood up from the rubble, both mad at Caroline and Unknown. I do not hold a grudge against Unknown. He may be my brother, but we are still enemies... No matter what. She crossed her arms. It was horrific to her that she had something in common with Caroline, but she decided not to show it. Her left hand was still on fire, but she clapped her right hand over it to set it out. She stood there, almost deaf from Raienzio's ceaseless screeching. Now she couldn't remember why she was a sibling to Unknown. Or to her mind, the devil. She walked over to Unknown and stood next to him. Her hand waved a large oval of ice in the air, trying to see the resemblance. You just had to be the dead one, didn't you? She swept a foot through Unknown's leg, a thing they used to do when they were little. Nothing. Just as peanut brained as a gull. Unkown seemed offended by this, because his shadow seemed to darken. "Yes, well I'm not the one who rules over gull dung." Jaarda managed a sarcastic laugh, but elbowed Unknown in the stomach. I hate you... Now they sounded like real siblings. Unknown smirked, his sharp teeth showing a little bit. "Whatever you say."

Unknown and Jaarda stepped over to Volarune in a stange unison, and as Jaarda helped him, Unknown sent medication and life into him. He may not be the nicest one, but he can be if he wants to. Unkown almost reached for his needle, but when he got a hold of it he snapped it in half behind his back. Jaarda kneeled close to Volarune. Paper may not allow us, but we are all family in our hearts. Even the ones with anger issues. She eyed Caroline, making sure she didn't blow up like a time bomb. Unknown shook his head. "This is silly. There shouldn't be paper ruling our lives." He looked at Jaarda and made the parchment appear. He took it out of the air and ripped it in half. He floated into a wall like a ragdoll, just to walk around the corner as an 18 year old boy. "I think I like being alive better." Jaarda stood up and looked at Unknown. She studied him closely. She looked at Volarune. This is what peace is like. Now, when I rip my parhment, Jacklyn will no longer be here. So do not... Slit your throat again. She took the parchment out of an invisible pocket in the air and ripped it. She disappeared into a cloud of silver dust, and reappeared next to Unknown looking like Felicity.

Unkown and Jaarda had burt out laughing. Even though she could speak now, she was still Jaarda. "I'm still Jaarda. Felicity is a fake name. Well, its my american name. Now, the bucket is stuck tight now isn't it?" She sounded like she had a slight british accent, but she didn't notice. She took a pocket knife out of her pant pockets and cut a hole in the bucket to reveal a frowning Raienzio. "You should see your face!" Unknown elbowed Jaarda, and looked at the bucket closely. "Hey, fish guy. You should lay down so I can get that thing off" He picked a crowbar off the ground. "This might hurt a bit..." He raised the crowbar, then burst out laughing. "Kidding." He pried the bucket off with a flick of the wrist and crowbar. "There you go. But I prefer you better as a bucket head."

Jaarda stood back. "Your tellin' me..." But when Raienzio spoke about the females she shrunk down a little bit. "Eugh..." She stepped back behind Unknown. She looked at Unknown, it had been so long since they had been human. Technically. She crossed her arms, looking around as if something was watching. "Something is here... Its close... Not a good thing, either." She actually held Unknown's arm, out of sheer fright. Unkown made a low sound, too low to hear, but held Jaarda under one arm. He looked up at the sky, waiting for whatever was coming. A huge flock of dots advanced toward them from the sky, but quickly.

One large dot had ceased to be hit. As it came closer, it apparently was a large black winged lion. "Mamma Tia."  Jaarda's voice was quiet and hoarse. The lion landed, a deadly scowl on her face. Jaarda thought she forgot to sheath her claws, but she was wrong. "Bloed van die lug, jy afstootlik wese.Wat wil jy hê?" Unknown growled under his breath, he didn't like lions too much. "Gaan weg, Mamma Tia." He held his hands up and flicked his wrists, where blades came out from his sleeves.

Jaarda turned around and looked at Caroline with a concerned look on her face. "Get to hiding. We don't want to be caught in the middle, would we?" She reached behind a broken fold-up table and pulled out an oval shaped peice of scrap metal. She held Caroline's hand, holding the metal disk infront of them. Unkown continued to smack talk in african with Mamma Tia.

Jaarda's eyes were a series of colors, almost masking the scene reflected in her eyes. She held her hand in a claw-like way, and between her fingers was a mix of fire and lightning. She felt as if she could reach out and choke Mamma Tia while electricuting her. She motioned Caroline to stay with a free hand and climbed a random ladder. She stood on a pipe, her hand sparking with energy. Jaarda opened it all the way, were a blast of wind knocked down Mamma Tia and unwillingly Unknown. She brought her hand up in a fist which pulled Unknown up onto the pipe with her. "Your so clumsy."