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Realizing, rather suddenly, that he had the smaller male in tow, A-Three stopped, turning to Fiver II and sighing softly, though it was less exasperated, and more the 'what am I going to do with you' sort of expression. Hand reaching out, he patted the other a bit in Three's rather stiff, uncertain sort of way. "You should sleep now...just pick a place wherein you may obtain some measure of comfort, though I would wager we're all in something akin to a state of exhaustion just now." Most notably the obvious 'youngster' of their group.

It really was very difficult to hate him...self-sacrificing and naive, certainly, and A-Three was still trying to force himself to categorize Fiver II as expendable.

It was proving no easy feat, even for a fellow of A-Three's impressive mental prowess. Glancing towards Fiver, he noted that the man was already making himself comfortable. Just a well. Fiver seemed a rather adaptable creature, which only further frustrated and confounded Three that the other had gotten stupid...gotten himself killed. Well, apparently he'd been granted some sort of mercy in this otherworldly place, if indeed having the capability to die twice was any sort of mercy at all. Crossing arms over his chest, he began an almost mechanical scan of the terrain he could still see through the fog. He'd keep this up for hours yet...this a responsibility he was all too at ease with handling.

Once again, A-Three found himself wondering just who he was...who they all were, on the other side of this fog.

Fiver II was staring owlishly up at Three then found himself being pat on the head in what he considered as an affectionate gesture. It was nice and comforted him immensely. Three wouldn't let anything happen to them. He nodded once again when he was told to go to sleep but didn't move. He wondered what was under that mask. He was caught up for a moment in wondering.

What color were Three's eyes? Blue? Green? Brown? He tried to place them but alas, the color of one's eyes has nothing to do with personality and he couldn't figure out which made more sense. In fact he wondered why he was welling on it at all-

'C'mon buddy...' The words penetrated his brain and he tilted his head toward Fiver. Giving a somewhat of a smile the boy trailed to put his hand into Fiver's until he could get himself settled. Once he felt comfortable (as he could get) he felt his eyes close. His head fell against Fiver's shoulder and the boy was out long before anything else could be said.

A case of the livelies, indeed.

"Yep," she replied, laughing wryly. "Apparently I was dead for a while." Eyeing him, she wondered if he'd say anything more about the subject.

Whatever it was, she felt that he was definitely on her side; he had, after all, been the one to finish A5 off. "A bit of traveling is definitely nice," she agreed. "Are you on your own? You should come with us. I wonder what we'll see when we get there. Other than corn, I mean- the place on the map was marked 'Cornfields'."

Taking the proffered arm, she looked towards A7- only to see him turn a corner and disappear into the fog, Z8 in tow.

Hrmmph. First he was acting all moody, next he was cavorting with other girls.... for as much as she liked Z8, she didn't appreciate her being in such close proximity to A7. Well- she'd catch up with him later. They were already approaching the same turn in the road, and she thought she saw stalks of corn amidst the fog.

Ahead, she saw the rest of their group milling around- yep. It seemed like they'd reached this place known as The Cornfields..

[A12 EXITING traveling to the CORNFIELDS]

Oh no, she was late. Late, late, late for a very important date! A12 ran off, into the foggy distance, after everyone else.

[A-12 exiting to cornfields]

After a few hours, A-Three woke Fiver for his own shift...the night thus far had been peaceful, absolutely uneventful in terms of dark, malevolent on-comers, be they human or otherwise, and he hoped that it would continue that way. Curling up in a spot not a foot from Fiver II, he soon fell asleep...for hours...until his own anxieties awoke him... Though his sleep itself had been dreamless, he still had far too many things on his mind. Strange, considering that he did not remember much at all...merely the events of the last, oh, twenty-four hours or so. Jolly good vacation, this. Frowning, he moved to stand with their younger sentinel, nudging Fiver with a foot on his way up.

"We'd best be on our way...the fields cannot be far away now..." He could almost smell them, if indeed waving stalks of corn had a smell. Cornfields. Strange, who would be growing corn in a place like this? Corn was hardly the sort of crop that he would expect to be growing wild...at least, that was what common sense told him. And waving a hand, gesturing that they follow, he silently indicated for them to fall in line, as he moved off towards their destination. They really didn't have time for much these days...be it sleep or otherwise. Peculiar, that they didn't seem to need sustenance too.

(( A-Three is exiting to cornfields ))

Fiver II didn't have a dreamless sleep. His dreams were at first unsettling and terrifying. Filled with blackness and fiery horses from Hell with large teeth, bucking and gnashing at him. He and Fiver were there, fighting the insane beast until he saw, once again, Fiver's body fall limp against the ground.

But the death horse was no match as Three, seemingly out of nowhere, vigilantly brandished a sword at the monster. In an instant there was a brilaint flash as Fiver's body disappeared and was replaced by the alive version of himself. The three of them together struck down the horse.

Fiver II smiled in his sleep not noticing when he was placed onto the ground.

When he awoke when Fiver was ready to lay down. He was feeling much better now that he'd slept that horrid day away and happily went to fullfill his post. Nothing happened and he found himself watching his allies rather then the world around them. He was trying to figure them out. Figure himself out. Who were they before? Who was he?

So many questions that brought daylight on ever faster. He got the texts and sent in the message but nothing seemed to happen. Damn. He was hoping to get a pendant for at least one of them. Hopefully more would be given out this way instead of around a monster's neck.

Seeing Three wake up Fiver II was instantly standing and gathering what they had. "Yes sir." He commented sounding much more chipper then he had the last day. He trailed after them and nodded to Fiver, "I sent it in while you were asleep but... I don't know that anything happened."

[Zeta Five is EXITING to the cornfield!]

[ Zeta 9 start travelling to abandoned town at 10:12 GMT ]

Zeta 9 stumbled along the beach in an area where the fog had begun to lift enough to kind of see where you were going. That 'kind of' was reinforced when she hooked her foot on a rock, nearly falling. She swore and looked around to see if anyone saw. No one else she could see.

Which made a point: Was travelling alone really the best idea? The other Zeta's who werent in that thing's 'game' had left already, but whether or not they stuck true to the plan of the town was unknown. Eh, she guessed that even if they didnt go there she would be able to find someone. So onwards to town it is! Lets hope they were friendly there. She didnt particulary want to paint the town red with herself.

(Zeta Ten/Cupcake enters Traveling @ Saturday 3:11 AM PST - towards Abandoned Town)

Zeta Ten wasn't sure where he went, but she knew if she kept following his footsteps she would catch up to Zeta Six, or the now called Bones. Her heart was heavy at the thought of having left everyone behind, but if she didn't have to be a part of a blood-bath, she didn't want to be.

There had to be more she could do with her gun than kill her fellow man. If anyone was going to help her solve this mystery it would be Bones, and so she took it upon herself to walk faster, hoping to catch up to him.

Breaking through the fog, she saw a figure looking back at it. Hopefully it was him.