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Goodbyes taken care of and all personal effects returned, the ghost so no reason to linger. As Junko took a hold of his arm he tangled his fingers with her's, taking what comfort he could from her warmth and closeness, the boil wait to be sure Jove and Momo were ready to head out then took the lead into the fog. "Keep close, guys."

Granted, he didn't have the foggiest idea where they were going. At least they'd all be together though, that counted for something.

((Exit, stage left. To the Abandoned town!))

Tomoko took a moment to shake the ball of stars, the surface glittering for a moment, like a snow globe, before it settled, grinning like an idiot before she shoved the object back into her bag, taking care to secure it. And then she checked it a few times, brows furrowing together before she had the confidence to assume that the bag wouldn't randomly spew it out of her care suddenly.

Ohhhh she would have cried if that happened.

Either way, however, it was time for them to wander off into the fog and off into..
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......

Ohhh she had no idea where they were going. Hopefully they didn't end up lost!

((Tomoko exits stage right and has to circle the entire stage to get to the left that Seiji took. D'oh! ))

Now she was returning, trudging back toward where she had begun this whole trek. Ever one to be the optimist, Belladonna was really starting to feel herself... Not be so optimistic. This whole thing was going really strangely... The last trip had gone extremely differently and now the witch felt lost. Plus all the crazy fog wasn't really helping her any either. The flashlight wasn't illuminating much, so Belladonna was only wandering through the fog, clinging to Daisuke and hoping they reached the right place.

"Oh no..." The portal sat a few feet ahead of them, its little dying light shooting out into the fog and piercing it better than the flashlight, but not by much. "Oh no no no no!" The witch clicked the flashlight off and shoved it into her bag, using her free hand to flail over the broken portal. Pink eyes noticed the gouge marks and she turned to Daisuke. "Who would do such a thing?"

Lilura was a bit farther behind than Bella but the look of dismay on her face was just as obvious. The healing contraption was broken. She sighed and looked a her welted arms. Well she wasn't getting rid of them any time soon. She kept her grip on Nyyrikki's arm and looked around.

Students were heading off in seemingly 3 different directions and talking about a map. She noticed a piece of paper on the groud and picked it up. "Hey a map! Seems like there's several places on this island."

There were voices in the fog. Voices and screams. Siddie cast about for any kind of landmark; the fog wrapped around her, clinging to her arms and legs like a cold and clammy blanket. She hadn't seen anyone since she had found herself lying in the sand; nobody had responded to her half-hearted shouts, and she'd stayed in the spot she'd landed in for a while. How long? She didn't know how long, and in this horrible fog, it was impossible to mark the passage of time. At least there was no bright sunlight - she'd lost her parasol. She moved slowly along the beach, hoping to find someone. Anyone.

When she found the supply tent, she did so by the simple expedient of walking straight into its wall. There were knapsacks inside, she found, but nobody attending them. Was this tent there for the students? Or had she stumbled into something stranger? It would be good to have some kind of supplies, at least. She picked up a bag from the table and slung it over her shoulders.

An assortment of blunt objects lay on the ground and another table. Should she take one? Who knew what was out there? The thought nearly convinced her to just stay here, but then it occurred to her that perhaps that wasn't such a good idea. If this tent hadn't been set up by Amityville staff - no, she should probably take something to defend herself, and see if she could find any of the voices drifting in the fog. A friendly face, or even someone she didn't like, just as long as it was somebody she recognized.

She picked up a crowbar and edged back out of the tent. There was a confusion of footprints in the sand. She picked one of the directions the prints seemed to be headed for, and made her way slowly away from the tent.

((Minis profile))

Claire eventually managed to crawl her way to the table where there were supply packs. She grabbed one and placed the hair dye inside to keep it safe. She then gradually wobbled to the next table and patted her hand on the bench, grabbing the first thing she felt. It seemed to be a wooden toy sword. She heard voices and screamed before sprinting away.

(( going to the lighthouse ololoololol
4/4))

Suddenly (it had at least felt suddenly), Belladonna saw the fog and found it too close. A step back was taken, but it only saw the witch's eyes widen as she realized she could not escape said fog. It was everywhere and always, clawing its way into her, being breathed in so that it was inside her and worming around. Belladonna let out a terrified shriek as she realized this, her hands letting go of Daisuke to clamp themselves over her mouth and nose as she looked around frantically. What part of this forsaken island could she go to that would keep the fog away? Where was it safe to be?

"What?" The witch asked, turning away from her group to address a rather unimpressive swirl of fog. "I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're trying to say..." To an unobservant view, it would appear the witch was talking to herself, or what she deduced to be a manifestation of some kind. To anyone aware of what was going on, they were aware that she was going a bit mad. For a long moment Belladonna stood there, just staring at the same spot, her eyebrows lowering more angrily by the minute and her demeanor changing slowly from generally wary to full out dismay. "STOP SAYING THAT!" She finally shouted, darting away from the figure and further into the fog. "It wasn't my fault!" Another frantic step backwards, while her hands shot up to protect herself from her invisible attacker.

"STOP!!!!" She screamed as loudly as she could, turning and darting into the fog. It was impossible to see where she was going, so Belladonna was running blindly, having forgotten that she had arrived with others and that they should stay in a group. The only reason she stopped at all was because she tripped over Yaya, landing violently and letting out a terrified sob before sitting up. "Oh... Oh Yaya, do you hear it? Its just... I'm sorry!" She shouted before dissolving into tears, covering her face with her hands and crumbling in on herself.

With the flames curling tighter around her, the djinn and folded in upon herself, hands pressing tightly to the back of her head as she rocked gently on folded knees. Hiding from the fire that crept ever closer, heat licking along her bare skin as it threatened to consume her. Illusion, only illusion. A trick of the mind, of this Jack forsaken island! So why did she feel it burning her?!

A high keening sound had begun to leak from the demon in her terror, a piteous whine of a sound akin to a baby rabbit caught in the jaws of some great black dog. She couldn't escape, couldn't save herself, and there was no one left on the beach to hear her screaming. She was going to die here, alone. Terrified and in a pain, suffering to her last screamed breath, and there wasn't a Jack damned thing she could do about it! "Sharra..." His name was a whine on her lips as fresh tears began to trail down already stained cheeks. Why did she send him away? Why did she have to act so brave? She was never going to see him again. "I'm so sorry."

Any moment now that ring of wild fire would close around her and flesh would sizzle and pop, bones snapping in the extreme heat. She would burn!

And then something hit her. Knocking into her side and falling literally on top of her. No, not something, someone! Shrieking the demon lass rolled away from that body, flinching away from a blow that didn't fall. Not a reaper?! Blue eyes snapped open, staring unbelieving at the witch now laying beside her. Belle, it was Belle. What was she doing here? How did she get through the fire-

"The fire! Belle what happened to the fire?" It was gone. All of it, the entire ring of mountainous flame vanished. Shrunk back to the simple little bonfire it had been. Yaya gave those flicking flames one wide eyes look before turning away with a whimper.

She could hear Belle asking her questions, something about voices, but she simply couldn't focus on anything she was saying, not yet. Now with the searing heat so fresh in her mind. A dark hand came to rest on the witch's arm, fingertips curling tightly as dark lids snapped shut. Blocking out the glow of the fire, blocking out everything. She wanted to go home. She wanted Sharra to come back and take her home, away from the island, away from the fog, the tricks, all of it.

Another sot impact made her tense, jumping as frightened eyes fell to land on the familiar reaper. He'd found her. Of Jack he'd made it through the fog. There was something horrifically comforting about that thought, and as he did his best to comfort the witch beside her she found herself fighting not to simply fall against the boil with renewed sobs. As it was, shaking hands had come up to hover above Johan's elbow. Body turning so she was actually facing them both instead of craning to keep them in her sight.

That movement of course jarred her ankle, and brought a fresh, startled cry from the demon as she folded over herself to grasp at leg just above the makeshift bandage. The break, she'd forgotten it in the face of that nightmarish vision.