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A few minutes later, face to the ground and tail creating swirls in the thick fog above her Canon wrapped her antennae around a small orange pumpkin shaped pill. She felt a small thrill of triumph. There was other stuff! She transferred the pill to her hands (such useful appendages), and resumed her search.

A glint of glass caught her eye next, and Canon scurried over towards it. A small vial? Was this the same thing she'd stepped on? She wiggled the vial a little, watching the liquid slosh around inside. It seemed a viable hypothesis!

The vial joined the pumpkin pill as Canon resumed her search. However, her luck seemed to be running out, as it was quite some time before she found the next item, another pumpkin pill. Enthusiasm for searching the area waning, Canon returned her attention to the fog, and anything that might lie beyond it.

Squinting, Canon thought she could make out a patch of the fog that was a little... different than the rest. Brighter maybe? It was hard to tell, but it was the only thing different for 360 degrees. Canon headed towards it, wondering if she'd meet anyone else in this strange place. She wasn't overly concerned on getting out, or if there was danger. Those two items were a low priority, and actually, the little Skark would've welcomed some danger. It would be a nice break to the monotony of the fog.

As the difference became a noticeable light, and the light resolved into two lights, Canon walked toward the warm one.

[Entering]

Canon was careful to keep the glow of the horseman's encampment to her back as she ventured back out into the fog. She filled the silence around her by humming the names of her relatives, and kept a sharp eye out for anything interesting. She was glad she'd found the horsemen. Did it mean she might run into some students from Amityville? Maybe she'd run into Riley! Or Shehk!

Canon suddenly caught the sound of... laughter? Perking up, she stared around her into the fog. Heading towards the sound, the fog began to do something. Canon watched, the farther she went into the fog, the more strange shapes began to form. Until she was completely surrounded by a grayscale landscape. Booths and stalls made from fog.

Curiosity ramped up to maximum, Canon broke into a run, eager to see what these new buildings were. She was utterly disappointed when she couldn't touch anything. The fantastically detailed booths were just fog.

As she tried once more to grab one of the items from the booth, the fog suddenly went flying upward. Or was she falling? Yes, she definitely felt like she was falling. With movements like liquid, new forms coalesced in the fog around her, one figure taking center stage.

Canon, paralyzed, tried to make sense of the figure and his demands. She'd stolen something?

"I think you must be mistaken. I haven't had a chance to fight anyone yet! Did you want to spar? What do you mean I stole something? Did the pills belong to you? I can give you the two I found back, but I traded the vial with a horseman, I'm afraid." she replied, attempting to reach for the pills. She was momentarily distracted by trying to figure out what was preventing her from moving. Her body wasn't reacting like it was a poison. Something about the fog, maybe?

"Are you doing this? It's a neat ability! How does it wor-"

Canon's mouth suddenly snapped shut. After a moment of muffled exclamations, she realized the figure was looking at her intently. When she stopped trying to talk, she realized she could open her mouth again.

"Ummmm. Well, I don't know what I took from you, but if I did, I'm sorry." she said, slowly at first as she anticipated being gagged again, but quickly sped back up to normal. "I'll return whatever I took from you."

When Frost had woken his sense had been on high alert. There was little he could do, and little he could have done. Claws scratched at the ground and fog wrapped around him. He was alone, lost, and no doubt there were others. Had he'd become infected? Doubtful. But if he had- A shudder. His mind was his own, he had no want to harm those he sought to care for. His first steps in the fog and a broken vial of water. Useless.
A quick search- He needed to find some clue. Something, anything. Once he found a few, (useless) things- A warm light.

Stats:

White. Such a pure color, his color. A comfort. A truer comfort as he came across the boogeymen, the staff, the students. Relief, pure and simple. Sitting just outside of the tent, he let himself relax a bit. Finally.

Finally, something he knew.
Stats:

Ears flicked up at the sound of another student. Or, what he assumed to be a student. A slight color had him relax, the ghoul, (was it a ghoul? Always so difficult to be sure), mostly grey. "I am afraid I am not much of science." She was touchy feel-y, and he leaned into it as said touch went by his ears. Still, this was not time for pets or ear scratches. This was a time for calculated actions.
Getting up, Frost dusted himself off, tail flicking off bits of snow and ice. "I am indeed a student though. Frost in the Storm, Knob. Though it's more Frost in the Fog at the moment." Arms crossed as he debated what he wanted to do. In the distance, laughter, music, red eyes went to the ghoul. "If you're alone it might be safer to go with another. I've actually been hoping to run into a friend but-" His head tilted to the noise. "If you're keen to venture out I'd feel better with some company of any sort."

Stats:

Canon ran a few steps into the fog, and suddenly...

She was kneeling, and her hands were applying pressure to a wound. What? The Skark blinked, but refrained from pulling away in confusion. Who was this?

Her antennae reached out towards the figure, trying to identify them, and her red eye peered intently. To no avail, the fog obscured all save the tactile sensation of vital fluids leaking through her fingers.

"Are you a comrade?" she asked, and listened for an answer. Only ragged breathing replied. The Skark was stymied, but she soon settled on studying the wound. Her eye closed, Canon ran her antennae gently around her hands into the wound, testing. After a few moments, she lifted her head, mouth pursed thoughtfully. The wound was mortal. She was certain of that. She didn't know who this was, so she had two options. She could use a pumpkin pill to try and heal them, or she could give them a painless death.

Seconds ticked by as Canon weighed the options. Finally, the Skark lifted her tail, and swiftly stabbed it into the wound, injecting a lethal amount of poison. One that would knock them unconscious instantly and bring death swiftly. The figure tensed, and then... relaxed. The flow fluids slowed, then stopped, and Canon stood up. She bowed to the figure.

"I don't know who you were, but you must have taken that wound in battle. Go to your rest. You fought well."

She turned to walk away, and suddenly...

She was just a few steps away from Frost. Canon blinked. She felt.. different. Had something happened? She whirled to look back into the fog in confusion. A flicker caught her eye, and she turned to it, but nothing revealed itself. She couldn't shake the sudden feeling that she was being watched, though.

Stats:

"Ooo, what is it? What do you smell?" Canon asked, immediately refocusing on Frost. "Skarks don't have a good sense of smell."

She pointed to the lack of nose on her face, and the breathing holes at her clavicle, which contracted and expanded regularly with her breath. Presence in the fog momentarily ignored, she drew closer to Frost and peered up into his nostrils. She considered sticking a finger into one of them, but decided that whatever it was Frost was smelling was the more immediate priority.

"Where is it? This way?" she asked, following his line of sight. Not really waiting for a reply, she scampered off into the fog, and...

Suddenly, she was in a kitchen. Wide-eyed, she stared around, and then back into the fog for Frost.

"Frost? Is this what you smelled?" she called to her comrade. It occurred to her that she might be alone again, but it felt different this time. More like the time she'd run into the booths and strange figure.