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"Did you not hear them yelling and talking?! With ears that big there is no excuse for you to hear me but not them!" Despite his argument and words, Mac also dropped his voice to a heated whisper. He was unable to turn and stare down at her like he wanted to thanks to Lizzy gripping his arm, but it probably worked out better this way.

She had yet to scare him again and for now, Mac felt he was thoroughly in the right.

"Besides, you stupid girl, whose to say this wouldn't attack us if they caught us sneaking around the candlejackin' mist like those cloaked freaks?!" He lifted his free hand, making a gesture that would have screamed 'shut it' more obviously had he not been holding a baseball bat at the same time.

Then, glancing at Lizzy, he frowned, grumbled something, and looked away from both ghouls.

One of Mandys ears flicked in Lizzy's direction indicating she had heard but aside from that she gave no sign of listening to the ghoul, all her focus on Mac.

"Yeah I heard them! And they where being attacked werent they!", he was very lucky she has vowed off physical violence to her fellows whilst on the trip others his comment about her ears my have ended him with a new bruise.

Unforutunatly for Mac he then did something very very stupid that made her reconsider this. And that was raising his bat, he may have ment it as a shut it gesture but all Mandy saw was him raising his weapon against her.

Lips pulled back to reveal sharp teeth a low warning growl was issued from her throat. Mac only indiction for why she suddenly looked like she might maul him was her eyes trained on her bat, argument forgotten.

Consequently because of this she did not register anything Petro had said, nor the implications thereof.

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Mac found it strange that Mandy had stopped arguing with him. The Reaper had looked away from her on Lizzy's minor scolding, and thus didn't see her gaze move dangerously to his innocently raised bat. Well, innocent as far as actually hitting something went. An odd growling noise did register soon after he realized she was no longer babbling inanely at him, and when he looked back over to see what the matter was...

There was nothing.

Absolutely nothing...other than the deep, thick fog.

It donned on him then that he didn't even feel the Demoness' grip on his arm; he even lifted it to see if he could feel anything. It was unsuccessful. Lizzy had actually let him go! That was...odd. Good in a strange way, but still odd. The Pink haired ghoul had made a clear point to not let him go...so why did she, now?

"...Lizzy?" He called first, the fog so thick he thought his own voice sounded muffled. "Jericho? Loincloth dude?" Still, his voice sounded odd even to himself; the thin cut on his neck clearly had nothing to do with it, as his voice had been fine moments before. "...Mandy...?" He stated next, though he was loathe so say the name of the ghoul who currently set the record for pissing him off in a single hour. That, of course, was when he started hearing voices. He couldn't tell what they were saying, but voices were voices and it was at least a place to start.

"H-hey! I'm coming, don't go too far ahead!" He called out, hoping the distant voices would hear him. Moving carefully, one foot in front of the other and one arm outstretched ahead of himself, he continued along almost blindly. The need to catch up with the voices outweighed the overwhelming fear of not knowing where he was, whose voice he was following, or even if he was about to run into something terrible. He stumbled a few times, his foot catching on an uneven section of ground, or even a root, and once his shin hit a rock hard enough to have him stumble back onto a knee for a moment. Still, no matter what, he got up and continued forward. He had to.

The closer he got to the voices, and clearer their words became.

Get out! Get out now!

"W...What...?" That...that was certainly not something he expected to hear; it was most definitely something he didn't want to hear, and the Reaper shuddered visibly. Disembodied voices were telling him to leave, but he didn't know which way was out. He couldn't even tell which way he had arrived! Coughing lightly, he looked around and did his absolute best to not get turned around any more than he already was; a difficult task, considering, well, everything.

The vicious whispers continued, and Mac couldn't take it anymore; being here was a terrible idea, a downright horrible one, in fact! Turning on his heel, he did a complete one-eighty and headed back the way he came. Or at least, the way he was pretty sure he came from. It was really hard to tell with all this fog, and all he could do was stumble blindly forward, one foot in front of the other.

"Guys? Hello? Where are you?!" His heart racing, Mac tried to keep the panic from his voice while he searched with increasing desperation for the rest of his group.

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Like a thick blanket the fog wrapped around her, cutting off her senses to the world. Growl catching in her throat at her sudden encasement she reached an arm out in front of her, hoping to touch Mac who had been directly in front of her. Instead she grasped nothing.

Hands trembling she spun around to the spot and mentally retraced her steps to where she’d last left Alwine. Her arms found nothing but air.

Nothing.

No one.

Alone in the fog

Any anger or rage she may have held from her argument with Mac fled her, face paling.

There wasn’t even a figure attacking.

As Mandy continued to spin in circles trying to find anything, anyone, a whimper escaped her throat. If there was one thing Mandy hated, feared, it was being lost without anyone else beside her. That’s why she’d been in such a state after the shipwreck – aside from nearly drowning.

And here she was again. Sure earlier she’d been separated briefly before that skull wielding figure attacked them but the feel then had been different.

Now the air tasted, tasted… like despair.

She had to escape it

Whirling again, having lost what direction she had been originally facing long ago, she set out in a dead sprint, heedless of anything that could be in her way. Not that there was anything - just fog! Fog, fog, that damnable fog!

Lungs and legs burned in a familiar way as ground disappeared beneath her bare feet but unlike before there was no driftwood to cling to – no lifeline to carry her to the beach.

Crunch, crunch, crunch

For so long the only sound to follow her was the shifting pebbles, sounding to her like the snapping of some beasts jaws.

Crunch, crunch, crun- CRASH

Yelping Mandy found herself toppling to the ground as an unseen obstacle, too quickly swallowed by the fog, tripped on from her mad dash.

Laying on the ground, air gasping in and out of her as her heart raced an unseen foe, she finally took a moment to try and push some panic aside- think ghoul think!

That’s when she heard it.

Get out, get out now

The words rasped against her ears, grating among the stifling silence of the fog. They seemed to be said in a dozen, a hundred, a thousand different voices – all vicious, all hateful.

But among them all one stood out to her.

“Marilyn!”

Maria, Maria the voice echoed back.

“Marilyn!”

W-what was her sisters voice doing among them?

Maria, Maria, poor little Maria. it seemed to almost sing at her now, the song she’d wanted earlier but wanted nothing more than to shut up.

“Shut up! Go away! You can’t be here!”

Maria, Maria, get out before we get ya~

A strangled sob. Too familiar. Too familiar. She’d never wanted to hear her sisters voice again!

Maria, Maria, poor little Maria. All alone, and nobody at home, is out there looking for you.

With an inarticulate scream Mandy sprung up again and resumed her mad dash- she had to get away from her voice. Had to!

And Mandy sprinted on through the fog alone.

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Arachne was about to ask Elizabeth if she'd seen Sin, or if she knew the other students that were approaching the Lighthouse that weren't in their little group, but her words were swallowed up as her surroundings vanished. Everyone vanished, including Sepheran. All that was left was a lingering press to the fingers that had just been clutching tightly to him..she panicked, moving with her hands stretched out in front of them, whirling this way and that, hoping to come into contact with someone, anyone!

'Lizzy! Sepheran!' she called, swallowing thickly, pushing back the tears that had been threatening ever since she was washed up to shore from the crashed boat. She might never get home, get back to the school and see her Skitter again - see her Grandmother again. She let out a stifled sob, cramming a hand against her mouth as she tried not to break down. She pressed her other hand against her chest, talking softly to herself in an attempt not to flip out, to lose it and sink to the floor in helpless tears.

As she quieted herself, she began to pay attention to a sound that had probably been around her the entire time, voices, from near and far all at the same moment.

'Hello? Is that you guys?' she managed, voice shaky but still able to talk. Just. She started moving towards the voices, in the direction she thought they were coming from, her eyes narrowed, trying to pierce the fog and see something, see who was speaking, whispering. A shiver ran through her; it felt like she was surrounded on all sides but she couldn't see anyone, and as she kept on walking, the voices assembled into hard, cruel whispers

Get out! Get out now!

She whirled on the spot, scared and angry all at once.
'Whoever that is stop it! It's not funny!'

The whispers continued, and she was just scared now, standing frozen in one spot. Helpless. That's how she felt. And alone. Truely alone. It was one thing to choose to be seperate from others but this..all she wanted was to see another person, another student. It didn't matter who, boil, ghoul - even if she stumbled upon Rosciel, right at this moment she would be glad of his company!

'Stop it please.' she pleaded, sinking to her knees, folding onto the floor, her hands over her ears, trying to shut the whispers out.
'Please, please.' she rocked a little, her eyes tightly shut, tears rolling down her pale cheeks as she wished herself far away, away from here. Anywhere, even in the most boring lesson! All the things she might never do began to plague her as well, swirling around in her mind, causing her to curl even more into herself for a short time...

Arachne tried to calm herself again, part of her realising that going to pieces wouldn't help matters, but it was harder this time, and taking in little shuddering breaths, she got slowly to her feet, her hands still pressed tightly over her ears. Slowly she edged forwards, heading in the direction she thought she had come from when she was following the whispers, letting her hands drop every now and then to listen, and to call out for her group, for her friends.

'Where are you guys..' she whispered.

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Astra had been feeling rather happy about defeating the Hooded figure all by herself…Until Jericho dismissed her win as a "waste of time". Fuming, she was about to tell the dragon off when she found she couldn't see him anymore. No, scratch that, she couldn't see anyone anymore. The fog had engulfed her again, but this time it was different. There was no cloaked figure jumping out to attack her.

"...hello? Anyone?" She called out to the fog, her voice sounding very small. Wasn’t she just standing next to everyone mere seconds ago?

"Riley?"

Nothing

"Aksaja?"

Still nothing

...Did she really have to call out his name? "... Jericho?" Again, no one answered her call"

......"YOU’RE A STUPID DRAGON AND YOUR TREASURE SUCKS AND I'M GOING TO STEAL IT AND FLUSH ALL YOUR DICE DOWN THE LOO!"

Okay, maybe she overdid it that time. But again, there was no response (which was a very lucky thing for the fairy all things considered), so it meant that she truly was by herself this time. Astra hovered off the ground and flew in the direction she believed the lighthouse was, because that was where everyone else would go, right? She listened carefully for any sound of her friends voices, but was met with only voices. Where they her friends? She couldn’t hear them clearly. “Hello?!?!” Astra tried to shout as loud as she could.

…”Where is everyone?” she whispered. The feelers on her head began to swivel around, acting as if they were tv antenna trying to pick up a signal. And then, she felt it; a presence, one that was very close to her…almost behind her even. The fairy whizzed around to face whoever it was, but was met with nothing. Yet she could still feel something was close, and it made her all the more nervous. Oooh…why wouldn’t they let her summon her staff?! This was so unfair…

Astra picked up the pace now, flying towards the voices she could barely hear in the distance. They had to be her friends! As she grew closer, she was able to hear what they were saying…and now they didn’t seem to be happy

“Get out! Get out now!”

Get out? Did they want to keep her away from the lighthouse?!

“GET OUT!”

With a sudden squeak, she was quick to backpedal, flying away from the voices that seemed more dangerous then friendly. But as she flew she began to wonder if she was going in the right direction….for that matter, which was it to the lighthouse? The fog had made it impossible to tell where she was going, and now she was utterly lost. Brilliant

“…Now what do I do…” Her feelers dropped, and she let herself fall to the ground, sitting down and folding her arms, not having any ideas on how to get out of this situation. Her thoughts turned to Jericho again, whom she felt rather angry at. Couldn’t he just let out a huge flame and let everyone else know where he was? Cause at this moment, even if she was angry at him…seeing his presence would be a comfort...if only a small one. Or maybe riley could use her mental powers to contact her? But if she could, why wasn’t she doing so now?

This trip was getting suckier by the minute

A mysterious hooded figure has been watching the student's actions all this time. Out of nowhere the seemingly fade from the fog right in front of your student, grabbing them away. Your student is being attacked!

It would be silent no longer.

HP: 13
Damage: 0

Petro had been expecting an attack ever since he got separated from the group. Divide and conquer was a tactic as old as time, perhaps even older than Halloween Town itself. So when the figure appeared before him and grabbed at him, the cry that came forth from his mouth was not one of surprise but one of battle.

Instinctively, he swung his mace at his assailant's hands, attempting to knock himself free, and if the fog would just stop messing with his aim, possibly even break bone. That is, if the axe-wielding figure had any bones to break.

((Tro HP: 25
Damage dealt: 5))