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As more people came to the lighthouse, it seemed that the arguments were picking up as well. Quite frankly, Jericho didn't think it mattered that much on the noise they made, but bickering amongst one another was definitely not going to be helping anyone.

Soon the fog began to thicken, and the dragon felt Riley's hand slip away from his grasp. Turning to see where she had gone, he saw nothing but the white sheets all around him. There was no sign of Malodore there either. In fact, it seemed that everyone had disappeared. Well, not completely seeing how he was certain there was someone nearby. It was hard to tell if that someone was a hostile or friendly, however.

Gripping onto his wooden sword, he looked around and tried to blast away the fog with his wings. It was of no use. Though, he should have realized that there was no point in trying to blow it off. This fog wasn't a natural one by any means. It was stifling in many ways.

Most likely, that also meant the presence he felt was a hostile one.

"VOOOOIIIIIIII!! SHOW YOURSELF!" he called out while readying himself for action. His gaze darted from here to there, seeking out even the faintest of silhouettes around him. Nothing.

After a few more seconds of silence, Jericho heard the whispers now, urging him to leave. It was a little nerve wracking to say the least. A low growl emanated from his voice and he started to lash out at the fog around him, hoping to hit something. Again, there was nothing. This was maddening, but the dragon was certain that it was just another of those cloaked figures deciding to mock and mess around with him again. Damn those reapers.

"I KNOW YOU'RE THERE!" he shouted again. If one of those beings wanted to play around, he'd much rather have him within his sights. That way he could at least try to pummel them... not that it seemed like his attacks before were all too effective.

Letting out a frustrated huff, he continued to wander around, hoping to find anyone. While he was certain there was a hostile one in the area, he knew the others couldn't have gone off too far either.. despite not being able to hear any of them. Riley and Malodore were right next to him for Jack's sake, and the rest of the group were pretty close as well. It worried him really. He didn't know if the others were alright. For all he knew, he could just stumble upon a pile of their bodies. Shaking his head rapidly to rid himself of the thought, he went to try and put his mind onto other things. They were able to handle themselves. He just needed to find them now.

If only these voices would stop murmuring things to him! The dragon felt as if they were speaking right besides or behind him, but every time he struck out, his weapon met nothing but the fog.

Gritting his teeth, he considered briefly, of trying to fly above the fog. But that wouldn't help much at all most likely. With how thick the damn mist was, he would run the risk of flying right into something anyway.

Her expression immediately turned dour, the fog whipping angrily around the two figures. All around them invisible voices began to whisper, at first in the child's voice, and then deeper, louder, angrier, assaulting all at once.

"WHY NOT?"

"You are going to DIE ANYWAY."

"NO, WORSE THAN DEATH, TO BE USED."

"YOU FELL FOR THE SAME TRAP."

The girl was floating in the air, shrieking, making a dive directly for Mac-

"YOU FELL FOR THE SAME TRAP."

- and just as it looked like she was going to hit him, she disappeared, into the thickest of fog wisps. The voices were gone as well.

((OOC: Only Mac can see or hear this event ))

She had no idea how long she had been staring at the tall tower in the distance, lost in her thoughts; they were going to that lighthouse to explore it, but what's next? What if it was all a trap? What if the voice in the fog was trying to warn her - warn them - of something, and that 'getting out' was their best bet at survival? Her expression was a blank one as she thought about her friends, the island they were stranded on, and the mysterious hooded figures that kept attacking them. She thought of Amrita and the unconscious Tess back on the beach, and wondered if she should have stayed behind to look after them instead of being brave and insisting on exploring the island.

"..." Her grip on the wooden bat in her hand tightened, then loosened again as she slid it back into her bag, taking a deep breath; being down was not her. It was not time to be down! She was sure her little group did not need to take care of a miserable spider right now. Letting out the breath, she smiled and tugged on the straps of her backpack, turning around to stare into the thick fog she had barely managed to escape from, wondering if it was a viable option to go back in to try to search for her friends when she realized that she was no longer alone, but what was Mac doing at that cliff?

... And was he yelling into thin air?

"Mac!" She yelled, waving both arms in the air as she wondered if he could hear her from where he was, "PUPPY!" That was said a little louder; she was just happy to see him; it wouldn't matter if he got upset at her.

"Puppyyy," Came the happy whine as she gave him a quick hug before clinging onto his arm, not quite sure that he would appreciate any more hugs in his current grumpy, don't-call-me-that state. Of course, it was hard to tell if she was trying to comfort him after what she assumed was a terrible experience in the fog, or if she was just trying to comfort herself - it was probably a mix of both. Looking up at him, she frowned, tilting her head at his question.

"Uh, yeah...? You were standing at the cliff. Was there something interesting down there?" She asked, her frown deepening; he really should learn to elaborate!

Although she'd been running for some time, it was the fog that left Riley, not the other way around. She happened to have been at a temporary standstill when suddenly the world came back into view, and the first thing she could see was several people standing at the edge of a cliff.

Her first thought was, of course, that she was grateful she hadn't walked to that cliff while in the fog. That was exactly why the fog was so dangerous. Any one of them could have taken their next step and had it been their last-

Jericho. She emitted with a touch of panis in her voice. She headed to him, but her eyes were wild as they looked around. Where's Malodore?

Before he could get a response, Jericho turned when he heard Riley's voice in the area. Seeing that she was alright was a relief for sure. Well, aside from the panic. Frowning at her question, the dragon slowly shook his head.

"I don't know. The last I saw him was before the fog went crazy on us," he replied before glancing towards Sheridan.

"Not a bad idea. Not everyone here has wings after all. But we should probably find the rest of the group."

Taking a quick headcount, it seemed like they were still missing at least half of the students that had taken this path. Just to be sure, he peeked over the edge of the cliff to see if there were any bodies down there. As far as he could tell, there were none. Then again... if someone had fallen they would just respawn back at the beach right?

Unfortunately for him, he didn't know about the whole incident with the portal there.

Riley was never good at listening to direction. This came from constantly falling into the natural position of being the one to give the direction in the first place. Therefore, Sheridan's common sense seemed to get ignored as Riley moved closer to the edge of the cliff, bending down to get a good look at the rocks below. She scanned them, looking for.. something, before her head slowly turned to rest her eyes mystically on Mac as he spoke. His words mystified her, and she drank them in to try and decipher what exactly he'd just experienced. She straightened up, still looking at him, before turning in place. It seemed heights did not disturb her - nor did deathly cliff edges. Or maybe she was simply too preoccupied to worry about being on the edge of something so dangerous right now.

Her arms folded in front of her, and her brow furrowed in thought. She knew what the right choice was. They should continue to head towards the lighthouse. That was the path of common sense, and usually it was she who would offer that kernel of obvious wisdom.

But she remained silent, standing at the edge with her arms folded in front of her. The wind licked at her jacket, tugging it out past the edge.

We're missing quite a few people still, aren't we? She turned her eyes up towards Sheridan, and then rested them permanently on Jericho. What, ah.. what did you see in the fog, anyway?