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Loni had looked around at the others. "For me... This group of kids who were, like, 2 or 3 years older at the time had ganged up on me and started picking on me, and I had called on my beast friend's power to help me stop the bullies. This group of grownups probably thought I started the fight and was threatening them, and they kidnapped me. I had known about my power before then, but my parents just dismissed it as a figment of my imagination."

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Breeze cast a concerned glance at the purple haired girl. Her worry wasn't regarding the mention of 'abilities'; that actually seemed pretty par for the course. It was due to how the girl looked really beat up, and Breeze wondered if the 'Masked Man' she spoke of had anything to do with it. She seemed a bit scary though, like she might become quite angry if she tried to help her, so she said nothing. However, as the girl continued, Breeze's eyes widened, and a sinking, fearful feeling dropped into her stomach. Tempest had tried to kill them? Had he been the one to hurt the girl? Her brother stirred a bit, and she glanced at him. He looked to be trying to shake his head, eyes still shut, face full of pain. As she stared at him, trying to comprehend the implications, she noticed a vicious-looking scar running the full length of his right arm. With a frown, she moved to push away the tattered remains of his sleeve. He flinched but seemed too weak to do much else.

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“Rest, Tempest, Mora. You shouldn’t be moving, both of you just fell from the sky. Talk later, I’ll make sure Breeze stays here. She’ll want to anyways.” Natalia stated, gently pushing the duo back down. “Breeze, you can stay till Tempest wakes up again. He needs rest, and he’ll be getting rest. Try not to talk to him now, though I know you would have questions. But they can wait till later.” Natalia said, turning to Breeze. “Kaida and Loni, do the two of you have any news? Any injuries?”

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"Not really," Loni shrugged. Kaida had been sitting down on a nearby trashcan. She shook her head in responce to Natalia's question.

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In all honesty, Jonathan wasn't doing too well.
His arms hung limp by his side as he stood, looking far more fragile than he should, as if the next gust of wind would destroy him. Every memory of his haunting childhood had resurfaced, the thoughts howling in his normally barren head which he now clutched. Hadn't meant to do that.
He released a small whimper, attempting to stop the sudden overwhelming flashbacks. Subconsciously, he registered.. Her name.. Na.. Natasha? No, Natalia. He noticed Natalia dragging Mora and Tempest into an alleyway. All three of them then disappeared, only to be followed by a young girl. Of course, Twelve should have helped. Unfortunately he wasnt exactly able to do much, currently.
Breathing. What was that?
He fell to his knees. As you may have guessed, Jonathan didn't handle storms well, due to certain events in his young age. Sure, in reality, the wind, the chaos had stopped. In his mind, however, it was vibrant as ever. The screaming, swirling, demolishing curse of nature leaving carnage within the confines of his mind.
Think.
Breathe.
Jonathan Spires collapsed.

// kinda short sorry