Posts by cloupaw

Abby cast a side-glance at him, "ah, yeah... You know, now that I think about it, maybe I'm not the only one who should be worrying, you look sick." She bit her lip to keep from smiling lightly, trudging along with his support as Magma landed on her shoulder, more weight coming onto her. She sighed, looking up towards the cliff where the man was, "Is the whole party here?" She groaned, glaring at the man, yeah, sure. Why not just shout to the dragon that we're here? That sounds like a great idea. Honestly... She shook her head disdainfully.

Magma smiled, taking in a deep breath of air, "Oh, hey. How's life? Good- great. Wonderful."

Abby shook her head, "I can't exactly recall... Although, I can tell the team needs to come back together. The team is basically me and a few other people trying to keep the world safe, like from that dragon that's behind us.... Run!" She cast a side glance behind her and back to him, catching the fiery green and gold glaze of the dragon.

(Abby rolled her eyes, "like from what? The FBI? Are they investigating me now? Are they Investigating my whole family, my friends, my group, my customs?" She smiled, wanting to make the lady- with no name- irritated.

Mag sniffed, walking forward an inch, wanting to go back, recalled her mischievous self and continued walking forward, "As you wish, your Highness." She chuckled, glaring at the professor.)

Abby surged forward as fast as she could, curing as her leg began hurting even more but continuing at a running pace, the wind blowing in her face like a whirlwind, the dirt and leaves and dead grass being stirred from where they lay. "Yeah, we both can see it, I mean... we do have eyes." She rolled her eyes, the split between the mountains seeming as though it was coming towards them.

The dragon growled loudly before spreading out its wings and began to flap, stirring the air even more and started to run.

Abby and he just then ran into the pass and she cast her glance back to the dragon, "Yeah. It's a dragon, most dragons breath fire..." She said, her voice sick in horror, the wind stirring the ground even more, oh dear..... Oh, we're doomed.

Ooc; I am a bit repetitive, so I do apologize, but bump!

IC:
Abby felt a shaking in the earth, looking up as the pass of the mountain shut, leaving them there to a valley that lead north of all things, a new crack in the earth began and went east back towards the dragon, this was now literally a death-passage way. Newly built of coarse, you had to go under to a complete falling cavern and then back up, if you could by even passing the death pass. Hmm.... that isn't a bad name, but right now that shouldn't be what we are focused on, we should get out of here before the dragon decides to fly in. Lovely, let's go- again, after I lean down on the ground and throw up... "I don't feel so good...." Her throat closed, her mouth going to the top of her throat, yes, she was going to probably throw up.

Abby nodded un-surely, managing to gulp down some air before moaning and shook her head, "no..." She groaned, her chest heaving over slightly, the pit of her stomach grumbling while pushing up its fluids and such, her ankle now starting to throb in her mind as well. "I hate throwing up...."

Abby nodded, snatching her hand back and moved to the shadows, starting to wrech and thrown up, her face a solemn mess. And to make matters Better- he's here, lovely, just great... Wait, was he.... The one that joined the pass? If so, they were in even more so danger, which then just concluded her day. Go to the woods and hunt, start being chased by a dragon, trip and fall into a trench, twist both ankle and arm, and now being met by an odd... thing, that would indefinitely- probably - kill them. It was Sayret and he was neutral good, neutral evil and neutral chaos. Slight on the chaos part, but what's even worse- as she looked up at the darkening sky, the shadows grew, it was night.

She sniffed, glaring at the ground, throwing up a bit more, grabbed a dead leaf from the ground and wiped her face with it, the throw up leaving and she let it go to the ground before turning and glaring at Sayret, "First, I am not old, second, it was not too long ago we parted. Now," she sighed, looking to the ground and sighed again, "oh, nothing..."

Abby shrugged, "we met for a few minutes and discussed..." she looked away, "...something. Rather, I know of him. If that makes anything better." She sighed once more, wrapping her arms over her chest, her eyes eyeing the grass, growing slightly nervous at his questioning. He can't know about that, we are sworn not to tell, and why does Sayret hint at it? Surely, surely he will not say.

Abby looked at him and nodded, greatly relieved for the excuse, "Yeah, see you soon Say." She glared at him, now standing there oddly before walking down the pass, trying to avoid the feeling of being watched. Lovely, lovely. Oh, gosh I wish I was hunting or stealing something right now. "Coming Newt?"

(Abby smiled, "if I didn't, would it matter? Haha, Abigail. And you- ma'dam disgracing?" She chuckled inwardly looking at her.

Mag scowled, her eyes wondering about the place, looking for the exit before she squirmed forward and took a seat, her arms crossing over her chest, "quite an impression Monsieur. I suggest trying it again and see what you get, Your Highness." She then smirked and bowed, one arm staying where she was, the other going behind her back, her torso going to a 90 degree angle.)

Ooc: Accepted. Thank you.

Ic:
Abby turned around, looking past to the trench, cursing, "Sayret, why did you just have to do that!? Now, we are literally trapped in a mountain. I hate you!!!" She turned to face him, glaring, "you always do the wrong thing at the wrong time."

Magma took flight from where she was on Abby's shoulder and flew over to Edward, "hi, keep running, faster, faster." Into the dung in front of you. She smiled, chuckling deviously, "and faster, and faster."

Abby rolled her eyes, limping next to Newt, "Yes, I do believe I do... But, it might not be much, sadly." She looked at Sayret, taking a bag from his shoulder off and slung it over hers, "nice steal." She mumbled, looking inside and took out two swords, one short, one regularly sized and handed them to him, "there." She looked in again finding nothing, "and I'll just sit here..."

She groaned, "either vanished somehow, or- at the very least - he's invisible. Which, is annoying as *, if you ask me." She eyed the dragon, watching it move and turn to face them, glaring at Newt and growl at him in a loud voice. She looked at her ankle, sighing and sat, taking some leaves from nearby and placed them on her ankle, dropping both sword and bag, she looked around, no one was looking at her at the moment. She placed her hand on the ankle and it healed, she then took a look at her arm for the real first time since it was damaged, badly spraint turned out to be broken, and she hadn't practised healing enough to be able to heal it. So, if luck was on their side, it wasn't much, now if she could just think, what did gold dragons- as that was what it was - hate, what irked them? Did not she have a book on dragons? Aye, but it wasn't there, what was she going to do? She looked at the dragon, straight into his eyes and a thought hit her, "the light! It's a pure type dragon! Get it into the shadows!!!"

Ooc: Oh, no, don't apologize, both of us are. (Erudite is a friend of mine)

Ic:
"That might work!" she bit her lip, what... hello? The pass- its dark enough there. Nein, let Sayret handle it, nein, get it into the pass.

She frowned, sighing, "no, I don't feel like running again, much as I hate to admit it- and I really do, staying with this brick-head is a good idea." She bit her lip, looking up at the black dragon, it was actually cool, Sayret was even cool as well. Except one thing, both were irritating, vexing, annoying, abnormal, and, particularly- as if not obvious enough, evil and prideful. So, look out for number one, and keep to yourself until you face a problem you can't defeat, call to powerful people- them at the moment, until you defeat the problem and kill them. Then, once needed yet again, look for those certain people again and do the process over again. It was all touching, every- wait, what am I saying? It's complete evil and cowardice.

The "Lala," named for it's repetitive cry, scrounged around the weird forest-y desert, it usually didn't stray near this place, but it had seen bright lights coming round here. So, like an animal, but more intelligent, it came to that place. The forest was covered with swamp, sinking sad really, rough-ish mud and dirt, and the trees and vines that looked completely dead there.

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A small cold breeze rustled throughout the camp, stirring up the golden and red-yellow and brown leaves that lay on the ground. It was mid-fall there, it had already snowed once, but for the most part it was a pretty warm time of year. A figure sneaked throughout the camp, apparently un-aware of the breeze and peered around curiously, wondering whether anyone had seen him strolling about carelessly yet. He peered at his watch- 9:30, he was late for training for the third time of the week, he didn't want to be caught again, but he shrugged it off. Doesn't matter now, anyhow, he thought.