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welp... rain wasn't fun. And it wasn't long before Ashe had made his way this and that... looking for a good place to keep himself hidden, but it seemed to present itself... A big old empty library, that had suddenly become very lively. He could see shadows... though hard to see in the night around him moving about the library, as well as a dim light in one of the windows. Was something going on? He ran up close to it and started looking for some type of side door.

((sorry about any delayed responses. getting back into classes and such.))

Nicholas listened to her words over the loud whisper of the wind in his ears at the high speed they were going. He soon came to a stop and looked around, finally setting his gaze on Abigail. "Are you alright? " He asked softly but wondered if any of these were her house.

[[Ok thanx]]

Mizuki was expecting another blow, and she knelt down as soon as it happened. It was stronger, and more sudden than she had expected. Where, where, where? she wondered, eyes narrowing from pain, but darting around all the same. She suddenly spotted a silhoutte on a rooftop, and instantly knew that he was causing the sudden pains. Ignoring the pain, she quickly stood up, grabbing her bow and arrows from her back in the process. She fired three arrows at the figure, but prepared another, should she be attacked. Beside her, Moonsilver scanned the area, memorizing the roadway should they need to run.

Rain. It fell in small droplets upon Jezebel's head. She blinked her eyes open slowly, feeling sleep attempt to pull her eyelids back down. Jezebel remembered a park; she was reading. Sure enough, the weight of a text book was crushing down upon her stomach. Her long acrylic nails scraped across grass.
Grass? She was on a park bench the last she remembered. Grey-green eyes stared up at the sky, then the body jolted up with a scream. Birds, giant crows and ravens flew overhead. Trees towered around Jezebel.
"Holy moly, I'm not in Kansas anymore. . . " Jezebel whispered, closing the textbook. Classical Literature. She snorted. Her surroundings were like something out of Edgar Allen Poe; desolate and dark. The rain fell harder now.
Standing, she felt her golden hair stick to the back of her neck. Stupid rain water. Feeling around in her skirt pockets for her cell phone, she blinked. Something smooth, hard? Jezebel pulled it out of her pocket. A rock? Why was there a polished rock in her pocket?

[[ was that good? ]]

Tai's eyes widen just a bit slightly as he eyed the shot arrow. He quickly jumped out of the way, but not quite quick enough. As he leaped up, the arrow shot across his leg, peeling his skin off as it passed.

Tai did a couple flips in the air before landing on the ground on the opposite side of Mizuki. He was now about approximately eight feet away from her.

His blood slowly began to drip down his right leg, showing the form of the side of his foot. "So you've got me in a way." He said, slowly standing up from his crouching position, which was due to his landing from the tall height. "I haven't bled even the slightest until today. What exactly was it the gave me away?" He asked calmly.

"It's over here," She murmured and grabbed his hand without thinking. It seemed natural enough to do. Abigail quietly walked until they reached her front door. Her eyes nervously shifted to the ground upon they're arrival. "I live by myself, so it isn't too big. I have an extra room though." She explained, her emerald eyes still dissecting the concrete. "It was supposed to be by brother's." She paused and quickly looked up, offering a bright smile. "But I'm sure it'll provide for a better use now." Abigail turned to the door and let them in.

"It's no problem!" She quickly stammered, blushing. "Make yourself at home. Ooh!" Her eyes widened, her face telling she just remembered something. "Are you hungry or anything?" Abigail cocked her head to the side.

Ignoring the small rock, Jezebel shoved it back into her pocket, chucked the text book upon the ground, brushed herself off, and ran under the shelter of a tree. Her white whirt clung to her arms, and she was then thanking God that her school forced sweater vests upon them. Walking on, the damp grass giving way with a crunching noise, Jezebel scoffed.
The trees helped keep her dry, but what about civilization? Were there other people there? Was she still dreaming another obscure dream? She thrust her hands into her pockets to check her cell again. No service what-so-ever.
Groaning, Jezebel gave a stupid move. "HELLOOOOO? ANYONE THERE?"