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"Yeah I know we need to find a place to hide or--AGGGGhhh!!!" She screamed slipping off the edge of a cliff over the river that she couldn't tell was there because the forest hid it. "Help me!" She cried hanging by a root sticking out of the cliff."

((Ummm... note, you might want to edit this post. Kevyn and Keerah are there too. Just letting you know.))
"Kooh," shouted Keerah.
"Crap!," shouted Kevyn, "This is bad, very bad."
"What!"
"I don't remeber a cliff being anywhere near here. We're completly lost."
"Don't panic, we need to save Kooh first."

Suddenly it got very cold and Keerah glanced at her brother. Kevyn's brown eyes had gone to a light shade of blue and his hair, wildely blowing in the wind that had struck up, had gone to white. She and her brother had never been able to figure out the physical side-effects of their power, but they could control them unless they were using an extreme ammount of they're ability. That was the current case with Kevyn.
"Kevyn," she shouted over the wind, "what are you doing?"
I'm going to save Kooh, he replied in thought.
You could completely drain yourself doing this, she sent back.
I know.
A pillar of ice formed beneith Kooh and the part she rested on formed walls so it looked like a baisin. The wind stopped as suddenly as it had begun and Kevyn dropped to the ground, hair and eyes their normal color again.
"Kevyn?" Keerah said, shaking her brother. "Kevyn? Kev, are you okay?"
Okay. came the one word reply.
"I told you you were going to drain yourself," said Keerah, as she held her twin close, "now rest, we'll take care of things from here."

(( -_-; Either you're all busy, or you all suck. I really hope it's the former and not a group-wide case of writer's block.
Since I'm waiting to hear back about a certain situation, here's a Mirie and Aly update.))

It was nearly dawn when Mirie and Aly crawled up onto the shore, soaked and exhausted. Mirie pulled herself halfway out of the water, turned her tail back into legs, and sat down heavily, pulling her knees up to her chest. Aly just collapsed in the sand.
"They shoulda... given up... by now," Mirie panted eventually. Aly said nothing. She felt empty after having been shot at, dragged around underwater, and holding onto all their luggage throughout the trip.
Mirie glanced over at her when she didn't get a response. "Aly? Honey?"
Aly didn't move.
Mirie's glance softened and she touched Aly's shoulder. "Oh... c'mere, girl."
Aly sniffed when she felt Mirie touch her shoulder. All of a sudden, she couldn't bear to be alone, and her tears started flowing.
Mirie pulled Aly onto her lap and shushed her, saying "There, there... there, there." The two of them sat, curled up together, while the rising sun tinted the sky pink.
"Well, well," a voice drawled. "Aren't we the pretty couple."
Mirie stiffened and Aly drew away from her, trying to locate the voice. If they were attacked, she would have to be the one to defend them - Mirie was too exhausted after having swum hundreds of miles in one night.
A boy stepped onto their bank with his hands up. He couldn't have been more than twelve or fourteen. His wavy brown hair glinted in the sunlight, the same color as his worn jacket that he wore over a black t-shirt and jeans. His grey eyes glinted with mischief but no hint of malice. But this wasn't what made the two girls stare at him in astonishment. Rising up from his left eye and forming a ridge that extended a few inches above his head was a flame-shaped scar that moved and danced with a light of its own.
"I don't mean to hurt you," the boy said. "Let's just get that out of the way."
"Who are you? What do you want?" asked Aly. She drew her fists back. If this boy wanted to poke fun at them or turn them over to the government, she would give him a couple more flames to complement the one on his face.
The boy swished a hand through the air. "Name's Teren," he said.
Aly gasped. She felt as though her fires, already started in her imagination, had suddenly been plucked from their sources and left mere empty ground.
Four tiny flames appeared in Teren's hand. They did not burn him, but merely danced on his palm, as though they were candles instead of sourceless flames.
"And the reason I'm here," he said, "is that I'm a User. All of us are." He glanced at Aly thoughtfully. "And you," he said, "seem to have the same kind of power as me..."
"Whaddaya mean, 'all'?" Mirie asked, having finally found her voice. She scanned the trees suspiciously. "Does that mean there are more o' ya?"
Teren broke out of his trance and finally looked at Mirie. "Yeah, there are." He jerked his thumb back towards the trees. "About sixteen of us so far. We're all kids. Users. Thrown out of our homes or ran away." He spat on the ground. "'Cause we're different, see."
Both Aly and Mirie found themselves nodding.
Teren looked back up at them. "Anyways, we heard you guys cryin' and decided we should see what's what." He held up his head proudly. "They sent me 'cause I'm the oldest and have the best power."
"So what do you want with us?" Aly asked. She found herself drifting back towards Mirie.
Teren shrugged. "Join us. We've got a safe base and plenty of food. The safest place for Users these days is around other Users and, no offense, but you guys don't look too safe right now."
Mirie and Aly glanced at each other. Mirie nodded.
"All right," Aly said. "We'll come with you."
Teren grinned. "Then welcome..." He suddenly executed a grand bow, then twisted to stare up at them. "...to the Lost Boys."
Mirie grinned in return and stood up. "Ah can't say as Ah'm a boy or a kid, but wherever Aly goes, Ah'm comin' too."
"Well, we normally wouldn't admit adults, but since you seem to be like us-" Teren nodded towards her headfins. Mirie instinctively grabbed them. "-and Aly trusts you, we'll let you in," Teren continued. Then he glanced downward. An immediate blush began to creep up his face and he turned away. "But first..."
"What?" Mirie asked.
Teren gestured towards her legs. Her bare legs. Completely bare.
"... we need to find you some pants."

((Ah!! I don't know what to say but is this thing dead? I was a little busy and didn't have internet in my dorm room until this week.))

((...well, I'm hoping it's not dead. It's just that I messaged Xeraphem about it a while ago and he hasn't messaged me back yet, even though he's been on since then. *heavy sigh* Guess I can try it again.))

((To any who might read this: we're not entirely dead. Xeraphem just has a lot of stuff going on in his life now. We'll get back on our feet.))