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Slaw's ears twitched at the sound of a voice and he turned his head to give Micail a wide bewildered stare. Oh - Jack - they were talking to him! He did not recognize them but tried a feeble smile all the same. Well... emphasis on tried. He looked disoriented and wobbly more than welcoming.

"I guess that wa-wasn't normal, eh?" he sought uncertainly. He didn't even bother to question the snake, was there a snake? He was too busy thinking of his happy place to notice. Not that such a creature would come as much of a surprise. Living in the dark forest, you ran into some pretty strange critters.

He suddenly realized he hadn't even introduced himself yet. "Ah, um, hi." He extended a clawed hand to the stranger. "I'm Slaughter, but my fiends call me Slaw - and I have no jacking idea where we are."

"Nooope." Was Micails blunt reply to his statement. What happened was defiantly not normal. "In fact..." reaching up he adjusted the headphones around his neck to a more comfortable position. "That was far from normal." Micail then realized how impossible his statement must have sounded considering Halloween Town. He make a bit of a funny face. "And that's really saying something."

"Hm?" Micail then raised an eyebrow in almost a surprise motion as the boil in front of him held out his hand and introduced himself. "Oh, right." He reached out and took his clawed hand in his. "Sorry. I kinda got a little lost in all this that I forgot to introduce myself." Micail gave Slaw a friendly grin showing off his canines. "I'm Micail. Nice to meet you. Slaw huh? Nice name."

Smiling he placed his other hand on the Opossums shoulder to steady him. The poor guy looked like he was going to fall. "Don't worry. It'll pass. I was the same way when I crawled out." Of course the moment Slaw mentioned that he too had no idea where they were Micail sighed. "You too huh? Welcome to the club." He thumbed back to all the others who seemed to have no idea where they were ether. "Well this is just fantastic isn't it. Stranded in the middle of no where and we cant even see two feet in front of our noses." He waved with a hand.

Well staying here wouldn't do much good would it? Glancing at the others it looked like most of them were ether heading out on their own or partnering up together. Well he didn't really want to be out there on his own. He wasn't scared or anything, just that he liked to have some one to talk too. Besides, if he was going to be lost he could at least be lost with others. That way they could watch etch others back in case something did happen.

"Hey Slaw. You want come with me? I don't really know if hanging around her would do any good... Looks like everyone is leaving. If were lucky, there may be a town or something near buy."

"Travel--" Hel answered Edel, suddenly going a bit stiff as the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up. "And a bit of business as well." Her answer was distracted as her eyes narrowed as she had felt something directed her way. She released the demoness and turned, scanning the area before she found it--or rather, her. How lovely.

The reaper left her current company of Shun and Edel to started heading in the direction of Amrita, on the way catching sight of her mentee, Leo, waving enthusiastically at her. The reaper was momentarily pulled from her trajectory, and returned a wave to the mare, who then disappeared. Ah, damn. She seemed to be alright though! She'd have to go find her later--after this.

The reaper approached the undead, her eyes lidding as she planted her hands on her hips, and ignored the company around her. She was focused only on her. "Wasp." She greeted with a sneer, her lips curling up, knowing she didn't need to bother with safe words. She knew who she was talking to. "How lovely to see you~ What brings you out here, hm?"

Mellow was always watchful of the potential dangers around him, he was trained by his dreadful mother and the group of ghouls. They assaulted him like cats against mice, they were the hunters while he was the hunted. Thus, the demon was sensitive, he smelt dangers from this village and didn't want any bad things to happen to Torsten or himself.

The problem was: How to make Torsten change his hazardous idea? He pondered, zoned out until an idea clicked in mind. "Tor, we're unlikely to revisit here again, it would be sad if we spot an excellent napping location here. Then we'll be shameful to wave goodbye to it when we have to leave. Do you get what I mean?" He breathed, not accustomed to talking that much. "Besides, what if there are thieves stealing our belongings if there was no one watching? We'd better nap where the rest of the bus passengers were at, they could watch for thieves for us. What do you think?" He inhaled a mass of air again, still not used to talk in long sentences.

The kiss was unexpected but not unwelcome, and once he settled into the fact that it was happening, he returned it with a gusto, because there was no point in doing something unless he was going to put his all into it.

Even if anybody was watching. Especially if anybody was watching.

When that was finished, he followed Na'ima along until they met up with what he could only assume was her sister. Released from her hold, he stood back and watched the two interact, until Falair looked at him, his eyes meeting hers before an amused smirk took place on his face.

"I suppose him works as well." Again, slightly curious as to what Na'ima had even said about him to her sister, but able to mentally shrug it off quite easily.

"Hello, Falair. It is a pleasure to finally meet you." He dipped his head in her direction, still smiling with amusement.

As Falair puffed out her cheeks Na'ima pressed them back in again. "The pouting filly routine does not suit you, you cannot hide behind your mask and think I cannot tell when you are doing it," she scolded her mildly, pulling her in for a kiss to her forehead after she had confirmed her sister was all right.

Falair acknowledged Wrath and Na'ima looked over her shoulder. She released Falair to put a hand on Wrath's arm, nails tapping against him in what was likely meant to be affectionate. "Yes, Falair, this is Rathsvith." She looked up at him as he spoke, lightly dragging her nails down this arm. "It was his idea to ride the bus, I only agreed because I saw you already on it," Na'ima explained with a frown, her attention turning toward the exit of the bus.

"Do we have any idea where we are?" She certainly heard quite a few familiar voices floating about through the fog, some she was less excited to hear than others.

No one was responding to her in particular, but the beings around her were all standing up, gathering themselves, and talking to each other. That was a good sign. That meant that the bus driver's horrific driving hadn't harmed anyone in particular...

Still, she would be ready if anyone needed her healing. That was one thing Nkosazana could do if she was needed.

Shakily, the mare came to her feet, brushing any dust off of her body from the crash. Where were they? This certainly did not look familiar. This couldn't have been where they were intending to go, though. Never mind the fact that the bus seemed to have been taken off course, she was quite sure no one here recognized this location.

It seemed to be rather foggy outside. That very fact, considering she had seen the fog at the former Four Clans, made her uneasy. This was quite likely a place she did not want to be.

Should she go explore, as well? That seemed to be the logical option, though personally she wasn't so sure she wanted to leave the bus. Maybe they could fix it, right? And then they could go back on their way? Besides, she didn't know what use she would be out there! Maybe that fog meant there were insanity creatures out there, and she was not exactly a fighter.

Nkosazana bit her lip. She was probably just being paranoid, honestly. Right? There seemed to be a few other horsemen around and none of them seemed to be as nervous as she. Not that some of the other horsemen were the pinnacles of sanity, but she recognized Wrath's figure at least.

She let out a heavy sigh. There was no way she could just sit here pondering on the merits of staying or leaving all day, right? Well, she could. There were certainly advantages to this situation. For one, Medea wasn't here...