OWS - Part 5

So now we're caught up . . . suggest whatever comes to mind! Even if it doesn't answer the question, I'll still consider it.

PART 5

“You’re … Rhys?” Black-Out muttered, seemingly staring at the boy.

“Will saying it again really help you understand? Yes, I am Rhys,” he said again.

“D***!” the bodiless man shouted, stomping away with arms in the air continuing to spout obscenities.

Rhys and Psy watched him for a few minutes until he was calmed down enough to walk back over to them with a leveled voice.

“So you’re Rhys Jones …” Black-Out muttered, “Someday to decide to play SWITCH on us!”

“Black-Out, calm down. Either way we still want him. Alwyn or not,” Psy placed a hand on his companion’s shoulder.

Rhys let out a nervous chuckle, “What do you want me for?”

A shiver ran down his spine as Psy gave him a small, yet unnerving smile.

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Alwyn awkwardly held on tightly to Lilac’s waist as they rode down the street on her purple moped.

“Cyan is waiting for us at an abandoned house a few miles from here, he’s going to give us a ride to Caanadern,” Lilac had explained.

He didn’t like the idea of going to some strange, unheard of place with some strange-er girl with slightly puzzling and freaky powers.

But at least he was going with her and not the evil looking dude that was part of The Council of Catastrophe.

That seemed a lot worse.

Alwyn hoped that Lilac’s friend had collected Rhys and was already there to meet them.
The alternative  was not favorable.

“We’re coming up on the house!” Lilac suddenly shouted, not cause the surrounding noises were loud, but for the excitement that this brought her. Sadly, Alwyn didn’t share her excitement.

The purple-out’ed girl pulled into the drive way of poorly maintained old house. It looked like a fire had occurred in the garage and the paint was so dirty and crinkled Alwyn could only guess it might have been a blue.

“Hey, Cyan! We’re here!” Lilac called out, walking towards the side door. There were some hurried footsteps from inside and the door flung open with a loud creak.

“Did you get them?!” a thinnish young man wearing a bright blue shirt asked, looking every eager and excited. He smiled at Alwyn and moved for them to enter.

“Name’s Cyan,” he grabbed Alwyn’s hand and shook it, seeming to examine the boy up and down, and even walked around him after he’d released his hand.

“I’m Alwyn …” Alwyn carefully stepped past him into the house and stood by Lilac.

“Wait …” Cyan’s smile slipped, “You’re Alwyn? I thought you were fetching Rhys Lilac?”

“They went and switched on us today,” Lilac sighed, putting her hands up and shrugging. “Nothing we could do.”

“Do you think Pine got Al- … I mean Rhys?” Cyan asked, walking past them into what seemed like the kitchen.

Lilac shrugged, “I don’t know. I haven’t seen or heard from him. We’ll have to wait.”
“Wait here?” Alwyn asked, not too found of the idea of sitting inside a hazard danger.

Cyan opened a cooler that was set over by the torn out sink, and after rummaging through it he pulled out three bottles of soda.

“You like Orange Creme soda, Alwyn?” Cyan asked, holding up one of the bottles. Alwyn nodded, and then gratefully accepted the soda with a nod and thank you.

Cyan had a Blue Creme Soda.

While Lilac gulped down a Grape soda.

Alwyn was starting to notice a trend among these people.

“So …” he started after they’d all finished their soda, “How long do you think we’re going to have to wait?”

Cyan shrugged and sat in a fold-able chair that looked like they’d brought it in, “Who knows. Pine could be drinking off and taking his time, or the CoC are giving him a hard time. Which could mean …” he stopped, obviously starting to worry that it was the case.

“Pine can handle just about anyone the CoC and dish out,” Lilac said, standing tall and hands on hips.

“Cept Psy,” Cyan pointed out, “Then he’s screwed. None of us can take him on.”

The two color coordinated people suddenly had dark expressions and stared at the floor. The new tension did not settle well with Alwyn.

“So …” he started again, trying to break the pressuring silence, “How are we getting to Caanadern?” He hadn’t seen any other vehicle on the premises and Lilac’s little moped couldn’t carry more then two.

At this Cyan smiled a bit, “Why, the only way you can.”

Alwyn raised an eyebrow, “Which is? …”

Yes, how people? HOW?! XD Also, what are Cyan’s powers? >3
I’m sure you’ve at least noticed the trend, right? Their “code names” coincide with colors. XD Lilac = purple, Cyan = light, bright blue. The color is also kinda linked to their power. Big possibilities here. ;D