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"Um- ah-" Ryan looked around at the mysterious church but when she saw that she was being left behind, she followed the girl and "Axel." "Oh-kay?" What was going on in this crazy burning town?

Axel sighed. "Why don't you just let me take care of this for now?" he mumbled as he walked up to the cliff face. He quickly surveyed for cracks and faults before starting the climb.

Ryan took the hand and shook it, "I'm Ryan. Does anyone know what's going on?"

roleplayer: Cuz-u-luv-me
character name: Emerson
age: ??
gender: Female
personality: Complete and total odd ball. Borderline insane. She'll say the most bizarre things with a straight face. Who knows if she actually means what she says, she doesn't! She sings randomly and doesn't eat anything yellow.
backround: Emerson doesn't remember how old she is or where she's from. She doesn't have amnesia, she hasn't forgotten- she just can't remember, or at least that's what she'd say. She's been traveling for as long as she's known with no destination in mind filling notebooks with stories, poems, paintings and drawings.
appearance: She looks as though she belongs in late high school, college, or soon after. She has light brown hair and hazel eyes. She wears goggles all the time, either on her head or on her face. Emerson is a little short and where's only wear short overalls and only wears high top converse (she has multiple colors and generally wears mis matching ones.) She has a bob hair cut with bangs and useually wears bow hair clips. She carries a knapsak and a mandolin on her back wherever she goes. The knap sak might actually have pocket dimension in it, because it has so much stuff in it, but isn't heavy or big.

"I wouldn't be worried about the town if I were you," Emerson said wandering towards the two girls with a toasted marshmallow impaled on a stick in hand. I don't smell popcorn."

"Right, 'cause buring flesh definatly smell like popcorn." Cryspin said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and heaved a hefty sigh. "I'm Cryspin. Sorry if I come off a rude."

Axel finished the easy climb, to find that the person had disappeared. He sighed and started down backwards. About 6 feet before he would have reached the ground, he kicked off an landed on his feet in front of the group. "What a cheery conversation to drop in on. I'm Axel, by the way." he said to the two newer faces. "The guy is gone. No traces of him at all."

Cryapin shrugged. "I have been know to have particularly invigorating conversations that lift peoples' spirits." she replied, and kicked around a lump of charred wood with her boot. "At least there is another ginger in the area." she commented, and tugged at her own wavy copper hair.