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The fog came out of nowhere. Or had it always been there and only now was Joy able to notice it? She thought about it and decided that it was definitely the former than the latter because how the ******** do you miss FOG? The Moon trainee tensed at every shadow, every dark spot that came into vision. She had her weapon with her, she should be able to defend herself.

Kubyerto had not spoken but the anxiety he was feeling was near tangible in its intensity. He would have liked to have the mobility to move of his own accord, rather than depending on his bonded's own instincts. Why had he chosen her with her gut-instinct to protect everyone but herself? He wish he could remember just why it had been so important at the time.

"Pak shet, you don't get this shitty weather back home," and yet by home, Joy wasn't speaking about the Island. "'Cept maybe if you lived in Baguio." She was rambling now, probably as a coping method for the fog.

Movement to her left had Joy raising her bladed shovel, first in defense but Bert's insistence had her arc the swing downward in an attack.

HP: 28/60
Damage: 5 + 3 = 8

Total Damage: 238

It was disorienting: Zeke's voice here, his father there, the quiet and frustrated accusations of a half-forgotten sister sliding through. A teacher's lessons, a quiet philosophical explanation of what it meant to be human, what it meant to have self --

And finally, he caught sight through the fog, and very light fingers settled onto Zeke's shoulder. It drew tension out of him, made Ever breathe out a very slow sigh.

"Zeke."

"I don't know." He hesitated just a tiny bit, head turned to survey the fog around them. In the distance, he thought he head other voices -- ones with a different tone from those whispering in his ear. Far-off and as lost as they were.

"Is this real, is a better question." Ever looked back down to Zeke, adjusting his grip on his weapon. "I thought I saw something else in the fog."

The sound of her voice ringing loud and clearly through the dimness was enough to have the priestess stopping dead in her tracks. She blinked monochromatic eyes, brows creasing as she tried to separate that familiar female voice from the multitude that echoed through her mind. "Kithryn?"

Turning slowly, she searched the haze, but everything was indistinguishable. Where had that come from? "I"m here. Where are you?"

She's with us. Just come home.

Nergui flinched, shaking her head, and small hands came up to press over her ears. For what good it would do to block the whispers.

There was blood on the side of his face; a long streak down his jaw that turned boyish features into something a bit more aggressive, a bit more impressive. It wasn’t his, but the hunter version of himself who’d been left sprawled out broken on the ground in his wake. Maybe that should have concerned him, have left some blemish on his heart or in the pit of his stomach.

He didn’t. It was who he was, what he did. Death was at his fingertips, and today he’d done his job well.

But that didn’t mean he felt well, either. This place, the fog that quickly swallowed him up, was unsettling. It disoriented him immediately, and left him awash in a sea of echoing memories, voices and sounds that made it impossible to get his bearings back again. Within a matter of minutes, he’d lost track of which way he’d come, and how long he’d been in there.

Come, now, you can do better than that.

His sister’s voice made him jerk around, mostly because it had been so long since he’d heart it. He didn’t know where Lala was, exactly; surely doing something incredibly important. Or maybe, now, she was here. Also trapped somewhere in the fog.

He turned in place as he heard her soft sound of disappointment.

Try again, little brother.

But her tone was sharp and disapproving in a way it had never really been, between them. It was borderline cruel, and while Lala looked angry, at times, he didn’t think she’d ever actually snap at him like that. As her words dissolved into laughter, Ollie turned and lunged with the weapon in his hand, breathing hard.

HP: 30/50
Damage: 6

Total Damage: 247

Zeke shook his head in a jerky motion ,though he paused midway through the action, frowning deeply as his brows creased. "I don't know. Strange s**t is always happening, and half the time it's all in our heads." Some collective disillusion, or dream state, it was impossible to know which.

His fingers stayed twisted in the front of Ever's coat as if the other hunter was a life line, and maybe that wasn't far off. "We should leave." Half turning he cast pale eyes out into the fog, as if he could see some exit now that he hadn't noticed before. None presented itself.

"Pathetic. There is no escape, not now."

Tanned features clouded in a mix of fear and rage that he'd have to shake his head to clear. "I keep hearing things."

One benefit to having wings was that you could move a great amount of air around you very quickly. Kith could recognize that this fog was not a natural occurrence but that did not necessarily negate what she could do. There was no better way to test her hypothesis than by action.

"Hang on, I'm coming!" Why she felt so protective of the Elder Priestess was beyond her but there it was, that instinct to help, a rather aberrant thing. Shaking her head at herself the younger Horsewoman extended her feathers and began to beat as hard as she could.

For just a moment the fog thinned enough beneath her onslaught to reveal the petite Nergui. "There!" Triumphant she rushed through, panting slightly from the exertion. "The voices keep coming but at least we're not alone now."