Induction

When she woke up, she was greeted by silence. Serra stood up bolt upright on her seat, and pulled out her staff from her hair. It grew to its regular size immediately, and she stood poised for battle.

"Alright, show yourself!" she said, her voice echoing through the silent theater.

"Take it easy, you could poke your eye out with that thing." said a voice from the door.

She turned, and almost sent the staff shooting out towards the voice when she saw the speaker.

The man looked very out of place with his surroundings, with his ankle-length black trenchcoat and pitch black shades. His short, cropped white hair and pale handsome face stood out from his clothes. Beside him was a small, 11 year old boy, clad in a white hooded trenchcoat that bared his quite muscular arms. The boy's eyes couldn't be seen under the hood; in their place was a large red dot that made him look like a Cyclops.

But she didn't need to see their eyes to know who they were. Her face lit up with recognition, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Valdescir! Nimeni!" she said happily.

She leaped over her seat, and ran over to them. She gave Valdescir a big hug, and while Nimeni tried to push her away, she could not be swayed, and got his hug as well.

"Its…good to see you too, Serra." said Nimeni, trying to free himself from Serra's bear hug.

"You better ease up on that hug, or we'll have one less fighter to bring along." said Valdescir, lighting a cigarette.

"Bring along? What's going on here?" asked Serra.

"Serra. We're going to war to help Remiel out." said Nimeni quite bluntly.

"Why? What's Remy done?"

"Right now, nothing yet, but you know our rules well enough to know that no Greywing fights alone." said Valdescir, while he looked up to the theater ceiling, and wondered whether it was flammable.

"Okay, I'm in. Besides… there's nothing much happening here yet." said Serra as she pointed back to the stage.

Valdescir and Nimeni both looked behind her, and realized that she was watching a play, and a horrid one at that. A large muscular man was in the act of popping up from underneath a prop boulder, and he looked like he was wearing something tailored for a small child. It made less sense than the time he teamed up with Dr. Faust to help fight a sentient fish-bear powered by sunflowers and cheese.

It still didn't make any sense.

"Never figured you for the theater-watching type, Serra." said Valdescir, trying to clear his previous thought from his head.

"Well, I'm gathering intel on the Avatar, intel you forgot to provide me with." she said as she glared at him accusingly.

"Okay, so I goofed up there. I didn't know that the Avatar changed after the last one dies. I assumed they were pretty much immortal. The last one I met was this lovely lady named Kyoshi…"

Valdescir stopped, and saw the kids staring at him.

"Moving on…we have one more Greywing to pick up, and if my files on the enemies we'll fight on Rem's world, we're gonna need an expert on souls."

Both children gave a nod, and held Valdescir's hands.

Now I can't phase more than two people, myself included. So we'll be riding the flux tonight. Hold on, and think happy thoughts."

They closed their eyes, and in a flash of light, they disappeared from the theater.