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They had just discovered that their Captain was missing, leaving a note as useless as the woman herself had been, when the boat ran aground. Aurian had been in the Captain's cabin, so at least she hadn't fallen over board. But the rapidly sinking ship hade made that a small mercy. The Reaper had taken note of the damage and the close shore. She was no great swimmer, but she thought she could make it that far. Taking note to avoid the rocks they'd hit, Aurian jumped off the side of the boat.

By the time she reached the shore, Aurian had swallowed more salt water than she had ever wanted to. She was mildly thankful that her weapon was sealed, as trying to swim while holding a scythe would surely have been ever worse. Still, she did not like that she was weaponless on an unknown island, with no teachers in sight. The attempt to take on her natural shadow form was also still denied, and Aurian shivered as she imagined all the eyes that could be watching her through the mist. Picking a direction, she started walking.

Eventually she came across a shoddy building. She gave a cry of relief to see other students also there. Though she didn't see any other survivors from her boat yet. Surely a novice sea-farer like herself couldn't have outswum them all?

She wandered through the milling students, some of whom seemed injured or even more confused than the Reaper. When another student picked up items from two piles, Aurian followed suit. From the makeshit weapons, she grabbed a rusty pipe - the closest thing in feel to the metal shaft of her scythe. She also picked up a brown knapsack.

Some of the other students appeared to be leaving already. Aurian didn't know any of them, so she remained where she was. She continued to search her way through the other students, looking for a familiar face of any kind.

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Another plunge into the water had not made Rosciel very happy. By the time he finally shuffled onto shore, he was drenched, cold, and exhausted. In fact, collapsing seemed like a great idea. So great that as soon as he was free of the water, Rosc let his legs give out and he rolled onto his back to lie in the sand.

He had been on the deck with a few of the other students when the Lady in Red had crashed into the rocks, so he'd been able to jump into the water as soon as the abandon ship had been called. He had taken a moment, though, to stuff his eyePod into the bag he kept his roll of tape and bandages in (After the Sleuth had made them jump in and he'd ruined a set), then into a zippered pocket inside his jacket. Hoping that doing so would keep them from getting ruined. He hadn't found anything to use as a flotation device, so most of the time in the water was swimming as effectively as he could. He did spend a little bit of time just treading water, little breaks, but land hadn't been too far from where they had crashed.

Lying there got the demon to thinking. Wondering where the other students were, if they had even gotten away from the sinking ship safely. Had they made it to land? What about the ones that could barely swim? Part of him cared, at least a little bit. It was that stupid little voice who always piped up at the wrong times, that nudged him to do things he didn't think were safe to do. Like jumping into the water to help out someone who'd willingly jumped in or talking to people when they talked to him. Or promising to be civil to someone who'd worked against him.

He shook his head slightly, realizing that not only would his hair be a watery mess, but now it would be caked with sand. And his coat and boots were probably not much better off. Water not being that great for leather and all that.

A few moments of carelessness passed as he just lay there, listening to the waves and the soft murmur of sounds from somewhere close by on the land. But they were only moments and he sat up, dipping into the pocket. The bag was soaked, but it looked like everything inside was okay. A bright side? Maybe.
He slipped the bag back into that pocket and moved in the direction of the sounds, noting other footprints in the sand and following them. If that encounter near Breck's shed had taught him anything, it was that even if he didn't trust them, it was always handy to be fighting something with a team rather than alone when it came to what was thrown at them at school.

It didn't take long for him to find the tent and the other students. He noted them, but for the most part ignored everyone else, heading instead for the tables. He grabbed a knapsack and moved to the table with the "weapons," hefting each one in turn. They were all pretty bad, but he favored the tree branch, so he chose that one.

Taken aback by the appearance of the figure, he backed off. But then before anyone could move, the figure was gone back into the fog. Easier targets in groups, huh... Great.

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Picking weeds. That was what Jericho was doing when a figure had decided to freak out about the ship sinking. Furrowing his brow, he glanced around to see how true this was, only to see their plant-boat slowly begin to fall apart.

"Jacking ship!" he hissed. He should have known this thing wouldn't last. But at least it had nothing to do with him accidentally burning the damn thing down. While he could swim, he wasn't really looking forward to taking a dip in the salt water. There was no telling what was in there.

Quickly looking about, he saw Amrita closest to him. Had he seen Maldore, he would have tried grabbing the Plague doctor as well, but time was of essence here. The undead girl had a more helpless quality about her anyway. So, the dragon silently apologized to Mal, wherever it was before reaching out to try and grab Amrita.

"Hang on tight Amrita!" he urged as he spread his wings. Leaping off the edge of the sinking ship, he soared on towards the shore that was within his line of sight now. It looked like there were a good number of students that had been stranded as well. Something told him that this school didn't really know how to man their transportation all too well, seeing how the train had crashed. The dragon remained fairly low, just wanting to get to the beach quickly, and once he was above the sand, he landed a little roughly.

"Are you alright?" he asked Amrita while glancing back, wondering if it was possible for him to fetch anyone that might have trouble.

Sin was trying very hard not to limp, or shiver, or whimper, because all of those things would probably make her look pathetic. She walked stiffly along the shoreline until she spotted the distant tent. Her arms were wrapped close around herself trying to stay warm. A wet evening gown and three inch heels were not appropriate for walking around a foggy island injured. She probably just screamed 'victim' and oh jack did she hate that! She made it to the tent just in time to see the strange figure vanish into the fog and blinked.

What was all that about? Then she spotted Rosc and smiled...and sneezed, and sneezed, and sneezed again. Ugh way to make an entrance Sin. She shivered and pushed her hair back unconsciously primping. "R-rosc I'm glad you d-docked safely..." She tried to keep her teeth from chattering, but really this place was almost as bad as ChristmasTown...even the sand was just an imitation of snow.

Then she noticed Rosc looked kinda damp too...infact most of the students in the tent were leaving and looked kinda wet. Sin spotted some knapsacks and assorted looking weapon type items and raised a brow. Well she'd take one of those and she grabbed the First Aid Kit hopefully and then frowned when she saw it was empty. Oh well better then nothing right?

She turned and looked at Rosc again, she was just glad to see him, she wanted to...hug him or something. Except that would be odd wouldn't it? Awkward? Except she was just so glad to see him, and afraid because she hadn't yet seen Alcie or Viveca. She walked over to him uncertainly.

LW giggled at puppy verses demon right now. Why did he have to be so adorable? Actually, now that she thought on this, maybe this was how the others felt about her. They were always calling her cute and adorable. And then Gabe had deemed her 'His Puppy'. Not a very scary name. Maybe she and Jove needed to collaborate on scary names for one another. Fluffballs of Doom just didn't seem to cut it. The giggle escaped again and LW coughed, hiding her head against his shoulder. "V-very...intimidating..." She got out innocently. Although a few minutes later, when Riley had left, LW frowned at the less confident demeanor. She gave him a light squeeze of a hug for reassurance.

The she-wolf was giggling again at what she was perceiving as an evasive answer. "Are you sure, dear demon?" LW asked, glancing at her best friend. Ren was taking care of Jove like the big brother he had become to the little pup. And just like any big brother would do, Ren had to make sure there were no injuries and that Jove was alright and unharmed, in good health. All that.

LW ducked her head down against the demon when he gave her a look. "Our...umm, first mate thought we should help her find some...seeds. And tables were being flipped all over..." she trailed off, still ducking down against him before really clinging when a strange black hooded figure appeared. What the Jack?! This was bad. What if they had to fi-

.... Was he...on a skellyphone?! That just...lowered this dudes scary creeper level. No wait, rephrase that. It lowered his scary level, but the creeper level rose. And then creeper hooded dude just...vanished.

"Err...I think I...definitely agree with Gabe." LW squeaked out. Not that she had much choice in this, since she was clinging to Gabe's back. She shot a look behind her at Ren, Alessa, and Jove as Gabe started to walk in a direction. "Keep up. I do NOT want to be separated again!" The she-wolf said in a pitiful voice, hugging the nix.

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Mac was looking at the table of weapons, having already grabbed a bag, while the Monster student started talking with some of his friends. Hrm, he should probably...see if any of his friends made it, shouldn't he? Looking around, he spotted several people he knew; but nobody really caught his attention. Well, aside from that person in the hood with the phone, but...luckily that threat passed. Now he was moving double-time to look for any one he knew. There was Arachne of course, but before he could look even further, Lizzy's voice cut through his ears and he turned quickly - perhaps a little too quickly - to face her.

"Oh good." He murmured, trying not to look too happy. "You didn't drown. Good for you." Of course, she was perfectly dry and he was still soaking wet, trying to not shiver. Grabbing an Old wooden bat, the Reaper moved closer to her, taking off his hat to wring it out.

"Hello." He greeted anyone that was around them.

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Amrita clung to Jericho tightly; the lurching from the boat had thrown her off, and she only happily allowed herself to be scooped up, clinging bodily to Jericho. She spent the flight not looking down, in fact she had buried her skull face into the boil's chest, makig all sorts of unhappy and uncomfortable noises. Flying. She didn't like flying. She didn't like water, either. Or plants. Hell, most of the elements now. She wanted dirt, and that's where she wanted to stay.

She felt Jericho land, and almost instantly she was climbing down from him; sadly she couldn't collapse onto her hands and knees in the dirt, no , instead she was wrapped up in a tight hug from Lizzy.

"LIZZY!" She cried out thankfully, as though she hadn't seen the Demoness in years, and hugged her tightly. "PETRO TOO! AND TESS! I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE OKAY!" She continued to babble, until she was released. Then she collapsed into the dirt with a heavy sigh.

"I...I think I'm going to stay here. I don't think I can take much more of thiiiis..." She whimpered out, turning to sit properly. She gazed at the drenched reaper for a moment, unsure of who he was, but was at this point too tired to properly introduce herself.

Thankful that calling Savior's name seemed to have resulted in... nothing, West creeped out from behind the glowing thing and took off into the fog. Better to die trying to find a way off of this blasted island than to stand around hiding behind some creepy relic.

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At the sound of another familiar voice, she perked up, turning to face Sepheran, "Sepheran! Glad to see you and Liannan in one piece!" She was practically beaming at the fact. The fact that Mac even bothered to answer her made her smile grow.

"Macccc! Yes! I didn't drown!" She sounded really relieved at that, like she really thought she was going to drown when her boat crashed on the rocks. As he moved closer, she realized that he was wet; perhaps his boat crashed too? She paused momentarily before adding, "If you want, I have some dry towels...? I don't want you to catch a cold..."

Turning to gesture at the dragon, she nodded, "You've met Jericho, right? This ghoul is Amrita, that boil is Sepheran... Over there, is Petro and Tess. Everyone, this is Mac!" She raised her voice a little, seeing how Petro and Tess were a short distance away; she almost added 'and he's a puppy' but she really shouldn't make a joke at his expense... She nodded as Jericho left - she felt disappointed for a split second, but quickly turned to Amrita, patting her on the head before helping her up; time to bring her to the odd glowing thing where Tess was while avoiding the bonfire beside it.

Riiiiggghhhht.

"Come on... You can join Tess... The two of you can look after each other," She frowned, careful to avoid telling her about the bonfire while holding the Vetala close, "Please please please stay safe here! I'm going to explore the island a little... See what I can find."