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    Viola had followed them obediently and quietly. She was ridiculously pale, the landing of the plane wasn't so smooth for her and she nearly threw up on the plane's window. But she was just fine-- this happened all the time anyways, so she walked as if she didn't feel sick at all.

    Amelia whirls around suddenly, then stumbles as she attempts to prevent her sunglasses from falling off. "Ack. Ahem." She fixes them, and pulls out the big book from her knapsack. "I'd assume that there's some temple of sorts around here... D'you want to work together, or divide and conquer?"

    "Well I feel like working together is safer, but dividing up should get us through faster." Viola pointed out, crossing her arms and leaning on one leg. "I'd.. probably be more comfortable with working together, but that's just me, after all."

    "Usually I'd say we should split up, but I'm not so sure about splitting up, it could cause someone to be injured..." Chess said, honestly more concerned for Viola's safety than Miss Daire's. He looked around, a short burst of wind blowing dirt into his eyes.

    "Y..Yeah, I agree with Chess...-chan." Viola remembered their conversation from earlier and added the female honorific to his name, planning to call him that from here on out. She grinned to herself.

    Chess, after his moment of what he'd consider wisdom, began to shout at the stinging in his eyes, creating a rather comical fool of himself as he ran in circles trying to rub the dirt from his eyes. "I've got so much dirt in my eyes, oh god!" He yelled, not thinking about the volume of his voice during this time of struggle, the struggle of having tiny bits of rock and whatever in his eyes.

    Viola glanced over to her fellow traveller with a concerned but amused expression. "Just wipe your eyes with your shirt or something, why're you running around?" She suggested in a calm voice, again trying to suppress her laughter.

    "Ehm." Amelia covers her mouth, trying not to laugh. It 'wouldn't be professional' of her to do so.. Nevertheless, a small giggle escapes her mouth, and she shakes her head. "I would maybe.... Try not to let that happen?"

    Chess stopped, honestly, he'd gotten most of it out a few minutes ago but his eyes still stung from the dirt. It actually wasn't that pain, but like a lot of us can understand, it seems that the little pains hurt like crazy, but if you have a bleeding gash in your leg it doesn't hurt until you notice it, then it starts hurting like hell. Except this hell is on a much smaller scale and it makes you want to avoid doing ANYTHING. The young boy wiped his eyes, managing to get the rest of the dirt out.

    Amelia nods and turns back to the jungle. "Keep an eye out. Again. I cannot stress this enough. Look for anything out of the ordinary. Even if the beetles look-actually, don't. I probably don't need to know if the beetles are different. Unless they're golden beetles. Then I do. Um. Sorry." She shuts her mouth and blushes slightly.

    "So, just.. valuable alterations, right?" Viola smiled, trying to simplify the details in her brain. "I'll try not to get myself killed, I suppose." She glanced to Chess. "But our friend here might have some trouble seeing at this rate."

    Daire glances over her shoulder. "Once we get into the jungle, there should hopefully be less sea winds... C'mon." She turns and walks a couple of steps, then stops and glances back again.

    Viola hesitantly shuffles closer. After taking a deep breath and preparing her guts, she walked forward with Miss Daire. "Is there something that you keep looking for?" She blinked, glancing over her shoulder as well.

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    [glow=white,2,300]OOC:[/glow][glow=white,2,300] Track, if there is any possibility of joining this thread.
    And if there happens to be, may I be perhaps.. Something that is from the Lost City as a dangerous creature or being? Just curious.




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    Um... I'm pretty sure that we've got a space open, as two of our number just kinda disappeared. Hopefully I can get this back up, so if you two are out there, HEY!

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    -Out Of Character~
    Moo.
    -In Character~


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