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Mountains. Barth could climb. Actually, he was good at it. Hiding in hard-to-reach places was one of his better survival tactics. The problem was that he could climb at about the same speed he could swim, and mountains were a lot of climbing.

He did have more stamina than usual, which is how he had managed walking thus far, but he was still working on a limited supply, and he wasn't sure when he would hit that limit. The demon was just not made for eternal winter hikes through unfriendly forests. He'd manage to avoid getting attacked so far. Most things correctly perceived he was too slow to be any real threat.

The other pressing issue, of course, was that all this hiking and fighting was a lot of bother. Maybe he should fake an injury. Just a small one. And then...and then, what? Be left to die alone in a jolly and hostile environment, stranded far from Halloween and starved of Fear. He was good at conserving his energy because he actually liked to be alive.

He just didn't like being coerced into other people's wars.

Aloud he voiced a dreary, "Whatever."

His chances were higher with a group, and he had already gotten used to this one.

"Hey hey thats quite a back scratcher. Careful though kinda hurts." The tree reaches out for another hug.

HP: 1

damage 2

The tree screams before bursting into a pile of tooth picks. Neatly stacked might I add. Among the tooth picks there is a gift box for Mandy.

HP: 0
LOOT:

Alwine stared down at the powdery white stuff that was cushioning the ground.

"I don't know," she said, tilting her neck slightly. "It's cold and white and rather wet. I don't know if it's clean, however. I'm so sorry, but I don't even know what it is. What did the Professor call it... 'noh'?"

The undead dragon perked up at Rain's words. "Water? There's water here?!" He asked excitedly, coming closer to the group but still hanging back -- close enough to hear, but not close enough to rub shoulders with. Even though he was a dragon, he was still a dead one, and aside from Rain it didn't appear that the rest of the group were fans of decaying flesh.

"About swimming, though..." He began, trying to raise his voice to catch their attention, "Some of you said it's cold, right? To me it isn't since I'm kinda dead, but I think the water might be too cold for some of you. I could probably ferry one or two of you on my back..." He trailed off as a tree decided to attack, turning to glare at it.

"Either way, I think I'd like to spend some time in the water. There's no way I'll be taking the other routes. Maybe." He considered. Wasn't his friend Cyrilla somewhere around here? He knew she was in the forest with another cabin... Would his group mind if he went to track her down? He looked at them. They seemed to be getting along with each other fine.

But then the topic changed, and the undead leviathan couldn't help but to take a step back from the group as they discussed the mountain path. "Look, I don't know if any of you have bothered to notice that some of us aren't exactly built for walking," he growled, "There is no way I'm going that route. None. I can barely keep up with you guys! I've had to kick and slide my way through bushes while you guys easily walked around them. Thanks but no thanks, I'm splitting off from the group and going the water route."

He really, really wished he had his friends here in this group. Merope carefully turned and walked away from the group in a sulk.

"I noticed," Rain grumbled. She had worried about Merope and the mountains, "But the thing is, some of them aren't built or meant for the water route either, though I'm sure the bridges are safe. Otherwise, wouldn't they have closed down the path altogether? There's no option that will make everyone happy." She was almost snappish, which she hated but it seemed like so much pressure was on her to make this decision and she was as lost and confused as everyone else.

"Separation is not wise. What if you get attacked and need healed? I don't think any of us need to be splitting up. But you know, I'm sick of this. I'm not your mom. I'm not your sister. I'm damn well not a professor. I'm just a student, just like any of you! I don't know why this is happening, I don't know what to do! I'm trying to make everyone happy but the fact is, I can't. I can't. So you guys can decide on what you want to do. If you want to wander off alone and die, so be it."

She put both sets of gear down on the ground and pulled out her tent. She stomped around in the snow and grumbled under her breath until she had it set up.



"When you guys decide to start taking responsibility for each other instead of just yourselves and can come up with a plan, feel free to get me but until then, I'm on STRIKE!!!" She wasn't really sure what that meant but it seemed to fit the situation. She crawled into the tent and shut the door before sitting indian style in the center of it, arms folded stubbornly.

Merope whirled and hissed, spreading his fins in an attempt to look bigger than he felt. "Responsibility? Responsibility?! I don't know if you've noticed but most of them are demons who care only for their own kind! I tried to get along, and be helpful, but who wants to sit next to a someone that reeks not only of decay, but salt too? The only thing any of you needed me for was for lighting the game, that's it! None of you need me, none of you seem to want me around."

"So pbbbbt on all of you," he said, blowing them a raspberry with his long blue tongue. Wait, did his tongue also glow like the rest of him?! Weird. "I'm going the southern route. If anyone wants to come with me, then fine."

He turned and pushed his way through the trees, forcing a path as he stormed away from the group, nursing a bruised pride.