((Damn, sorry.))
Fyroh knew he was too stressed now; that wasn't a house he delivered papers to. He sighed, smacked his head, and remembered the school that was on his list. He started making his way there, passing a manner of interesting people; until his eye caught a boy with two swords... almost identical, viking like swords. He recognised him as his human brother, Vlaardi. "Vlaardi? What the heck are you doing here?"
Vlaardi smiled. "Hey, bud! I came to visit, but I've already heard you've been evicted. And I gotta say, that really sucks."
"Tell me about it." Fyroh groaned.
"Yeah, but I was thinking; I told you the gentle life wasn't your thing. You need to come out and explore the world once again!! Seriously, we have a pyro, and a... what do you call a wind elemental?"
Fyroh shrugged. "An aero? Aeropowered? Aeromaniac?"
"That sounds right... Well, anyway, the fire and wind dude are both friends, and have serious combination powers. They can even create a whirlwind; made out of FLAMES. We've also found out more about Xors past; we're working to recover him to his old self, before he was so hostile. I wanted you to join us... I mean, you have no home anymore, anyway."
Fyroh shook his head. "I can't, Vlaardi. I've forgotten all of my skills. And I'm in a predicament at the moment that I can't run away from; and once it's settled, I probably won't leave until my thirst for adventure reawakens."
"Boring." Vlaardi sighed. "Well, either way, I thought I'd deliver your sword and shield to you. You need them. There's no telling what goes wrong when sleeping on the streets... and I want you prepared if you decide to join us again. Get practising."
Fyroh laughed.
Vlaardi sighed. "Sorry, Fyroh; I can't stay. I'm on a tight schedule, I'm leaving again very soon; I begged to make a diversion to visit you." He handed Fyroh his old weapons. "See you later, brother; We'll be back, I swear."
Fyroh hugged him, and waved as he left.
He reattached his sword to his belt, and shield to his arm; it felt good. Like a part of him had been broken, but was now fixed. With a huge grin on his face, he approached the school. He never knew why, but he felt uneasy when he delivered here; so he always left the paper in the doorway. He noticed the note left, and looked puzzled. "Does he know I'm homeless?..." he asked out loud. He decided he'd enter, and ask a few questions; this Joker Rose sounded interesting. He took the money, and tried the door.
((EDIT: I remembered that the prefix for wind / air was 'aero-'. Can't believe I forgot that.))