The mushroom heartless was a white one, Ashir had enough sense to study his heartless. "Hello." he whispered,not willing to frighten it. It only waved 'hello' back to him.
ooc: Mornin'! bic: Ashir didn't like the fireflies, they seemed weird. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a heartless. After coming closer to it, he noticed it was a mushroom heartless.
ooc: *yawns* I'm headin in early, night! bic: Ashir watched the fireflies, tired. He loudly yawned.
occ: *falls asleep then jolts awake =u=: bh
Ashir grumbled in annoyance, trying to swat a few away. 'They need to stay away.'
Ashir looked at the fireflies, smirking. "If these things are so clever then they could make an image of my father." with a thoughtful tap on his chin, he added, "In his good 'ol days. Before the incident."
Ashir grumbled, not caring. "Just leave them alone, they don't help." his bitterly sour mood unpleasant.
Ashir grumbled in annoyance. He then yawn and rubbed his left eye with his right hand.
Ashir yelled awake in response to the bright light. he breathed deeply, very scared. "Oh... Not a gun... Not a pistol... Bad dream again..." he mumbled. ooc: I think I'll go sleep now @w@; Later~
After some time, Ashir had awoken. He lazily put a hand to his left eye, grunting his word of satidfaction. He looked at his right hand, approvingly nodding. He then realized the area was different, and he was in a wagon. He looked around to see Sora and Asuki, then smiled as he returned to his slumber of painful memories of another and twitching.
ooc: STILL A GAVITY INDUCED SPELL!..... owo; Meep bic: Ashir had been dribbling slightly in his sleep, and twitching in various areas. He furiously rubbed his left eye, then relaxed. It seemed he was just happy it was there.
ooc: Yes it was! >A< I know it was! I've used it! He just throws a big glowing black pulsating thing, usually yelling "Gather" and heartless are attatched to it like magnets! Oh, look it up! >A< bic: Ashir didn't budge much when he was hauled into the air. His right hand still twitched, then went limp. Always the right hand when he slept... always the right hand. ooc: Also, is it me? Or is everyone going crazy for Avatar:The Last Airbender all of a sudden again? xD I know I am!
ooc: KH1, yes, KH2, no xD I don't get it either but hey, why question it? bic: Ashir dribbled slightly in his sleep, right hand twitching again.
The wagon lazily creaked, but in a good way. This wagon was very well taken care of, and would be the perfect thing to help bring Ashir to the tent. ooc: Dude, it's a silver platter moment, Sora! @A@ JUST TAKE THE DAMNED WAGON AND USE A GRAVITY SPELL TO GET ASHIR IN! THAT'S NOT HARD, IS IT!? *cranky from tiredness(at least I'm not like my sister, she becomes a DEMON >A<)*
The force over Chester left, it's work done. In the closet however, there was a gray wagon that was set up to be a transportable bed, so-to-speak. It was also a two cart wagon, so any other small person could fit inside the other bed.
Ah, yes, the weight of an adult man in a child is not the easiest thing to pick up. A force cam over Chester, making him scurry to a closet door, clawing at it.
The cold presemce slid around everyone, healing their many battle wounds. then, it just left. Ashir silently slept on the floor, very very tired. ooc: @u@ I'll be honest, I am BEAT
The cold presence went to Asuki, placing a hand on her shoulder. The smell of perfume oils, a faint whisper of someone sitting around with smokers, and the smell of a good home meal. 'I wouldn't mind a home cooked meal.' Ashir smirked, then fell slowly down into sleep.
Ashir tried to nod, wincing, but huffed and shook his head. He really needed a medic, in his opinion. The cold presence slid around him, the cold providing a gentle chill. Most of the wounds healed in an instant, and with not a trace of the small cuts left. There was a light fine scar on his back from the heartless, and his favorite clothes his mother had made just for him, torn.
Ashir was leaning agaist the wall, slightly huffing from the fight. 'They almost overpowered me...' his thoughts painfully observed his current status. He was very weak, he had a large and slightly deep cut on his back, and his knuckles were a little raw. He was also very tired from trying to keep heartless from taking his own heart. A cold presence grazed the room once more, it moving around the room as if it was pacing.
