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Fiasco smiled "You need to keep talking so that I can focus on something other than pain. You need to get under the umbrella so you don't freeze to death." and so he moved from under the umbrella so that she could share it with Khyn. His act of valor cut short by the slowing, then stop of the rain minutes later. It was minutes after that when he noticed Khyn tensing up. He noticed it then, and felt dense for not picking it up as quickly as Khyn. "Strange." He said aloud as he listened to the sucking sound the ground made every time he lifted his shoe. That sound, however, was soon interupted by the steady beat of heavy footsteps. Really, heavy, footsteps. The rabbits ignored this new development as if it were completely normal, not that 4 foot tall rabbits was the bar for normal. The footsteps grew heavier and louder until from the trees emerged a hulking peice of machinery that vaugely resembled a rabbit including it's strange gait. The giant rabbit, by 4 foot tall standards, stood at 10 feet, and steam plumed off of it's metal hide as a handful of raindrops from the vanishing storm fell from the trees. It plodded gently to the just right in front of the teenagers and kept a steady pace. Fiasco stared at the wonder of the bi-pedal rabbit engine. A boiler stuck out it's back and belched a cloud of steam every few moments. The rabbits made no effort to rationalize it's sudden appearance. "Huh." Fiasco laughed dryly. "Steam Hare." And then he smiled, basking in the warmth the boiler gave off. "One problem solved."

The arrival of the giant Rabbit startled Khyn and she really hoped that the lack of sound in the forest was due to the contraption. She stayed on alert even after it was determined that the machine was there to help, to keep them warm. The warm steam that floated to them from the metal Rabbit was definitely welcomed from the teenagers. Khyn watched as Traci flittered around the group like a child hyped up from Mountain Dew. She glanced at Fiasco and saw him smiling and returned it with a quick, shy one of her own. It was moments later though, that Fiasco's words sunk in. Hurt? He was hurt? She studied him, his body walking a mere pace ahead of hers. It was then that she noticed how one of his shoulders slumped lower than the other and how he tried to hide the fact he was injured by placing his hand in his jacket pocket. Her eyebrows furrowed downward slightly as she stared at his back. There was an area in the shoulder section of his dark jacket that was a color shade different.

"We need to stop!" She called out to the Rabbits. The Grey Rabbit, who seemed to be in charge ignored her. One of the Guard Rabbits looked nervously back at her, it's large unfathomable eyes staring at her a moment before returning to look ahead. "I said we need to stop! Fiasco's hurt."

(I don't think before this Khyn had taken notice of his injuries. I'll blame it on the shock of the situation! hehe XD)

Traci soon understood what Fiasco had meant. A little while where she couldn't think of anything to say, and thoughts flooded her. Like how she had no idea what in the world was going on. She was afraid of the rabbits' expectations of them. She didn't want to get forced into anything...

Luckily she was distracted by Khyn's shout. Looking closer, Traci finally noticed the wound. It looked pretty gross. She grimaced.

Hm. She hated chivalry. But she couldn't come right out and say it.

"Are you sure it's okay?" she ventured lamely.

Fiasco took the lacy cloth reluctantly and smiled "Thanks." Then, not knowing quite what to do with it, he slid it underneath his shirt near the wound, but not on it. Khyn had apparently taken command of the group, for once she started double timing it, the rabbits followed suit. And, true to her statement, the arived in just under fifty minutes. The warren appeared to be nothing more than a hole in the side of a hill, except with a large metal gate on the inside. It could, however be noted, that on the hill, small tructures jutted out. Fiasco ignored them. The rabbits led the group right up to the gate. A slat opend to reveal a pair of beady eyes.

"Allow us entrance, we bring warriors from another word." The grey rabbit declared.

Fiasco shook his head. Poor rabbit has it all wrong, he thought. No matter. It was cold out here, he just wanted in. The Large gate opened in the center, then slid into the wall to allow the mass of rabbits and humans entrance. Imediately Fiasco noticed a change in the temperature. The steam hare lumbered through and broke to the left while everyone else broke to the right. Siegard walked in last, right before the gate closed.

The grey rabbit led the group into a central chamber. "We'll inform the council of your arrival, they'll then send for you. Until that time has arrived, you'll be taken to seperate quarters where you can clean up and change." He then bowed and took his leave.

A Hound, much taller than the rabbit at nearly 6 feet watched him go. He seemed a little out of place, being the only hound that Fiasco had ever seen standing on two feet, and not to mention, amidst a group of rabbits. His brown fur hung over his eyes makeing them quite dificult to see. He wore a green robe with two sword in the sash that hekd it closed. It looked like he had four ears, but upon closer inspection, it was just one ear with two trails of fur hanging from them.

A group of slightly smaller rabbits approached the teenagers "We will take you to your rooms." They said, and led them down a flight of stairs to a circular room with eight doors along the walls. They led each to their own door and opened said door to reveal a decent size room with a washtub and an extensive closet.

Fiasco turned to look at the dimunitive creature that led him here, "I'll, need a doctor. Is that asking too much?" He posed the question with a sense of not trying to offend with the tone of his voice.

"Of course." Said the small rabbit. "We'll send for him at once. Do get cleaned up though." And with that the rabbits turned and left back up the flight of stairs.

Fiasco turned to his friends and shrugged. "When in Rome?" And walked in.

Traci followed dumbly, and then with a simple, "Well, good luck," she walked into her room.

"Nice," she commented simply before plopping on the bed.

Then she laid back on the bed to get herself together. She felt oddly disconnected from everything. Wouldn't normal people be worrying over their families, or the danger they might be in?

Traci felt nothing. Maybe she was really as insensitive as she feared.

She closed her eyes for a few minutes, reveling in the comfort.

Fiasco made his way into the room after shutting the door. He looked around not expecting to find a bathroom but was pleasently surprised. He walked in and removed his shirt. It stuck to his arm. He pulled it off while gritting his teeth, and tossed it into the trash can. Khyn's pink handkerchief fell to the floor. He stared hard into the mirror as his reflection stared equally hard back. He allowed his eyes to drift to his blood stained arm. "It's really not that bad." he said aloud, exploring the torn muscle with his eyes as it oozed fresh blood. He knelt down to untie his shoes. The pink cloth caught his attention. He reached for it, gently picking it up with his fingers, and placed it on the sink, and then went back to his shoes. He tossed them behind him into his room. The rest of his clothing followed suit. He climbed into the small shower and washed himself as best he could, hopped out, and dried off. He heard a knock on his door. "Coming." He stammered as he half ran to the door, wrapping the now blood stained towel around his waist. Opening it revealed yet another rabbit wearing a surgeon's apron.

The rabbit looked up to Fiasco "Hear you've got an injury that needs cleaning and dressing?" She posed the question with a sing-song voice. Her white fur giving sark contrast to her red eyes.

Fiasco looked down at her for a moment before remembering to respond. "Yes?". She stared at him expecting more. "Yes." He said finally "That I do."

She pushed her way past him, then dragged him to the bed. "Have a seat." Shemotioned to the bed which was a little shorter than Fiasco was used to, but he took a seat. She went right to work. She pulled supplies from her apron, poured a liquid that smelled funny on his arm, sqeezed some gunk from a tube into the wound, placed a small glowing green stone in the gunk, then wrapped a clean bandage around it. Fiasco watched in stunned silence, all to aware of how much clothing he wasn't wearing. The rabbit either didn't notice, or didn't care. She finished her work, placed the excess supplies back into her apron, then turned to leave.

"Thanks." Fiasco said genuinely.

"Of course." She said without turning around. "Try not to use your arm for as long as you can afford to. You may need to get one of your friends to help you dress." And with that, she left the room, closing the door gently behind her.

Fiasco sat there wondering vaugely if he should ask for help, and then shook his head. "No." He said while laughing lightly, He then stood up and opend the closet. It seemed impossibly big with the doors open. He picked out a pair of brown pants and wondered if they would fit. No dice, too big. He found himself wondering why such a big pair of pants had found itself in the closet of such small rabbits(in comparrison with the pants). He rifled through the contents until he sttled on a pair black pants, with matching belt, and a crimson long sleeve shirt. He rolled the sleeve up on the left arm, but was incapable of rolling the other sleeve up. "Huh. Maybe I need help after all."

((...=.O *awkward silence*))

(Accidentally deleted my operating system. Sorry for the delay.)

The sound of flesh hitting floor alerted Fiasco to the presance of someone else in the room, but what he saw in the mirror he was looking into proved to be more than just an intruder. Fiasco whirled around to view the strange looking... man? Not important. Everything about his atire screamed confusion. Fiasco found himself wondering why this person accused him of napping when it was apparent that he was standing at a mirror... trying to get dressed. "I.. don't... No." He found himself faking the early portion of a conversation. "I understand perfectly." He lied. "I couldn't even begin to understand how to..." He faltered, "You." He finished the sentance awkwardly. "Let's start over. What are you doing in here?" Fiasco's expression said it all.