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Gyp blinked as there was a loud crackling noise, the fire expanded to cover Nimue's entire body, and suddenly there were... two Fluffs? And no body.

"Okey-dokey then....?" Gyp blinked as he strode unsteadily over and looked down to see the white and black Fluffs loll around groggily, and sweat-dropped. "Well, at least I can kind of see now."

He scooped the weakly squeaking little things into his arms, and they huddled dizzily against him without complaint.

Angela glared at the stupid cat, wishing there was something electric around for her to blow up. "You know, Fleabag," she snapped. "In my world, there are some places where cat meat is considered a delicacy."

Her face was flaming scarlet. She was just hoping that no one could tell in the rapidly fading light. She started after the cat, hoping everyone else just followed because she wasn't in the mood to keep babysitting people. All she wanted to do at the moment was harpoon a cat and roast it slowly over a hot fire.


The group walked for another half hour before finally reaching the first of the foot hills. The road wound through a flat spot between the hills and disappeared into low hanging trees. They found a small hollow sheltered by a grove of trees and decided to make camp there for the night. It wasn't the best possible shelter but they were too exhausted to find something better.

It was only a short while later before they had a fire going and were roasting bits of meat, hunted down by Inutai.

Angela was sitting near the fire, watching the flames. She was refusing to look at Zen or Cheeva, was longing for a hot bath and generally cursing the voices from the sky and hoping she got the chance to beat them senseless.

She glanced over at Gyp. "How are the fluffs doing?" she asked.

Cheeva scowled from her precarious perch in he boughs of a tree, a poisoned dart clamped between her teeth as she set a tension trap. Once it was lodged in palce, Cheeva slipped a small glss ball from a specially-lined leather pocket. She carefully punctured the ball with the dart and tipped it upside down, waiting patiently until the dark had absorbed ever last drop of the clear posion. It was a potent mix of rembane and laxlock. Nauseating on their own, but together they caused a painful, spasming death. Cheeva grunted her approval as she fit the dart in place. Nice and noisy, should anyone try and break through.
Gripping the tree with her calves, she flipped upside down to glare at Gyp.
"Hey, Tall-Dark-and-Annoying, keep the noise to a minimum, please. At least until I'm finished. I'd rather have all this set up BEFORE something tries to rip us to pieces again."
She dropped from the tree and picked up the cord attached to the trap, carefully stringing it, knee height, between two trees. It was one of ten she'd set up in a ring around their hollow. Ten wasn't really enough but she was exhausted and she still needed to set up a shield, seeing that no one else was moving to do so.
Cheeva called sparks of magic up into her mouth, swishing them around before spitting a luminous blue gunk into her hands. Blue...right. Not as bad as red or yellow, but definitely not as strong a black. Shrugging, Cheeva daubed the nearest tree with the gunk then pulled her hand back. Sticky strands followed her fingers. She called up the sparks again, swished and spat, mixing the strands with the newest blob of gunk and plastering it to the next tree. Around the hollow she worked, spreading the mess over every tree, bush and rock she passed until, for a moment, the hollow was ringed with a fluroescent blue glow.
"Come on...fade..." Cheeva urged it, strumming the strands atached to her fingers. She sighed with relief as the blue light pulsed once and vanished, leaving only the slightest glow on the strands. Perfect...ish.
The woman stumbled into the hollow and sat down, staring at the glowing cat's cradle between her hands. With a wrench and a pulse of magic, she swapped all the shield threads into one hand. Leaning back against a rock, she sighed. "Chuck us some meat, will you?"

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Zen watched Angela and Cheeva argue, his head moved back and forth, looking at the two women as they exchanged zingers.

He was nibbling on some odd meat, not quite what he was used to, but he used it to hide his face from the ensuing argument around the campfire. Besides the annoying creatures earlier, creepy girl, and arguing women, it was quite a nice vacation so far.

"We'll know as it gets later in the night." He replied, coughing on whatever thing he was eating.

[[Well, they really aren't his favourite people right now, anyway XD Chee threatened to poison him, and Angela and he have shared some supremely awkward moments. Then again, the Midget and the Fleabag together would give anyone a headache.]]

"Well you are just the sorriest lot of heroes I've ever seen."

A figure stepped through the trees into the small clearing. He was wearing green and brown and his hair was a fiery red. He had slender, pointed ears and his eyes were an eerie red-orange with no pupils or irises.

He was grinning from ear to ear.

"By the way, which ever one of you set those traps, I hope you have the antidote for that poison. It doesn't really seem to agree with this guy." He held up a smaller man who was unconscious and foaming at the mouth a bit. He dropped him on the ground near Cheeva. "Nice hat, Kitty Cat," he told her.

"Who are you?" Angela asked, standing.

"Well, my name is Desoriaveriatus Siverthinariata." He smirked. "You can call me Des since it's not likely you'll remember that anyway." He blinked suddenly and leaned forward. "Oooooh. You're plane-touched are you?" he asked. "What--Eladrin? Rilmani?"

She glowered at him. "I don't really know the name of my father's race and seeing as how he wants me dead, you can probably imagine that I don't care. Who are you?" she asked again. "And who is that?" She pointed to the unconscious man.

"I already told you. I'm Des. And that man," he said, pointing. "Is a messenger from the Grey Twelve. He's supposed to be telling you why we're all here. Though he's kind of dying at the moment, I think."

Gypsum blinked in the direction of the newcomer. He looked like... no, he shouldn't judge on that.

"Heroes? Are you insane?" He glanced around the group. Angela maybe, Zen, maybe.. the rest were kinda just... crazy-ish? (Ok, so the only other two were most likely eating raw meat because they were that kind of species... but looking at them dripping with blood reminded him of something else he really didn't need to remember.) As for himself and Nimue, just kind of crazy-ish too.

As for Sin--he mentally shuddered.

If Nimue could just be restored to how she was before she..... well, no use for those thoughts. He focused back on the stranger, sweat-dropping a bit at Cheeva's speech.

"I apologize on Sin's behalf for that," he said weakly, raising a hand. The fluff rattled angrily in the bottle (which he had muffled with a cloth), and he frowned. This man reminded him too much of a certain other redhead... And it wouldn't be good if Sin noticed, at all. He shoved the buzzing bottle into his bag.

"And, I'm guessing you've been trailing us? As you apparently aren't from here either, if you don't know why we're here yourself...? Though you do seem to know a hell of a lot more than the rest of us." Gyp paused. The man had said, after all, something about the 'Grey Twelve.'