Ashir stared at CR, scared. "I require nothing. I only wish to help, as my duty is to keep Cheshire Nightmare in line. CN summoned the foreign creature, and took Mage as well. I, however, will not survive if she is brought back to her true self... Or as true as her human self is, anyway." CR spoke slowly, but firm.
The lantern sighed, and shifted to the form of a woman. She had red eyes, bright magenta hair, part of which covered her right eye, and paper white skin. She wore a tophat with a red feather sticking out, and a black robe with a thick red neckline. "My name is Cheshire Reality, call me CR." She was swift.
"Mom... She's dying, I know it!" Ashir half screamed. "See?!" He only pointed to the still lantern.
The lantern swayed, scaring Ashir. "CR... " He mumbled, shaking.
Ashir was staring at the lantern, very scared it seemed. "She's weak. She's weak." it chanted.
Ashir stared at the lantern, mumbling inaudibly. "CR...CR...CR..."
The lantern shone upon a huddled form of Ashir, whom was staring with wide, crazed eyes. "He's scared. He's scared." the lantern chanted.
The lantern kept guiding Ven around, finally leading him to a corner. "Come, come."
"Follow, Follow." The latern waved around a bit and disappeared into a corner. ooc: Yeah, sorry about that. This is the best I've got, other then emailing at school
A small lantern, eerily glowing, waved around Ven's head. An eery 'OOOh'ing sound rang in his ears. ooc: Blegh, the new writers for Dr.Who are terrible, Bring back David's writers! Or else the show will last much longer... and no laptop, just Wii
ooc: Guess who's back? 8D bic: A figure was watching Ven, Xephos, and the little kittens. 'Oh dear... Oh dear...'
ooc: I'm sorry everyone but I'm going to be on haitus for a while
Parma led everyone to a small building, then hid as a scarf for Ireene. 'Knock.' she instructed.
Parma nodded. 'Yes. Now follow.' She headed off to the noth-east.
ooc: Sorry I'm not around as often, I'm getting busyier these days! ;A; bic: The scenery of where the crew was was dead, dirty, and dying forest. "Ah, home again And in the Rebellion's terittory?" Blaige looked around, curios. Ireene fidgeted slightly. Parma became nervous.
ooc: 2030 at least Val, did you see the new Daleks?! 8D bic: Parma pecked at the air, a white crack appearing. She kept pecking, it getting bigger. It was big enough to serve as a portal. 'Step through.'
'Miss VEL? May we have our transportation to the future?' Parma was eager. Ireene looked hopeful to the sound of going back, hoping to see her love.
'Maybe... We need to learn from the future to fix the present.' Parma replied flatly. Blaige fidgeted nervously to the sound of that.
'Lovely--' Parma spat this with sarcasm. '--We're stuck.' "Perhaps going to higher ground?" Blaige looked up, mumbling under his breath.
Parma sighed heavily, not sure what to do. "What about Mage's? Her scent will end up drawing him in like a moth to the flame." Blaige intently watched a rock as he spoke.
