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Schee had taken to running through the forest. Running as fast as he could because he wanted out and he wanted out right this second. He was supposed to be somewhere, wasn't he? Supposed to be doing SOMETHING and being stuck in some weirdo forest was definitely not it. Sure, it was very pretty, but the blonde just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to this place.

Probably due to the flashes of darkness and teeth and all sorts of other things he could -swear- he saw whenever he blinked. The images never lasted long but he knew they were there...he just knew it.

...Weren't they?

Scheelite skidded to a stop as a new noise hit him. It sounded like another's voice and...yet it didn't? Friendly and yet not, all at the same time. The boy bit his lip, casting a sort of worried glance around. He really did not like this. If he was out as Scheelite...where was Zink? Shouldn't his partner have been here? Somewhere?

What the hell was going on?!

"Is anyone out there?"
Schee's worried voice joined the other noises of the forest, the boy braving a few more steps forward. And that's right about when Rosalind's little humming bird friends ran smack into him. Or..were they humming birds? For a brief second they looked MUCH larger, much more menacing...but then they were just hummingbirds fluttering around his head and urging him forward. The blonde snapped out an angry "hey! knock it off!!" before just going with it and heading right to where the hummingbirds led him. Which was straight to Rosalind, of course.

Greeaaaaaat....

"Hummingbird henchmen? Look I usually don't ask people this but...are you high? These things aren't my henchmen!"
And as if to prove the point he swatted at the closest one. Another blink and he could swear it was something...vulture like he was swatting at rather than a hummingbird. But like everything else he could swear he was seeing it was gone in a flash.

"Go bounce something else! I'm not in the mood for this!"
Which was about the point in time he tried to summon his guitar....and nothing happened. The blonde gave a confused blink (GAH, more visions!) and glanced around. What the hell? He'd never had problems summoning it before! But sure enough it wasn't answering his call, no matter how much he tried to summon it.

Well ********>

He had been right in the middle of some retort about how only an -idiot- would taint the water supply (it had too much random chance involved), and these things were -so- not his henchmen when she called out the attack. Scheelite uttered a simple curse of "s**t" before dropping to the ground and curling into a protective ball. Afterall he didn't have his guitar to protect him from the coinfall this time, and he really wasn't aware of what kind of range they had. It was best to just duck and cover right? At least until the coins stopped and then he'd so kick her a**.

But...the coins never started. Still, just in case this was some kind of trick he remained there and waited. ....And waited some more.

....What the hell man?

Slowly Scheelite uncurled from his position on the ground and got back to his feet. While he was trying to look menacing really all his expression held was a sheepish sort of grin. Geeze, why the heck had he dropped to the ground? She never really attacked!

But she -could- have.
"Tired from what exactly? Clearly you're the one that caused this! Why else would I be out here in some random forest? -You- must have brought me here, as part of some...evil Senshi plan! Cmon, spill it!"

They weren't hummingbirds at all.

As you looked at them, the idea that they were birds melted away -- it was like looking into one of those Seeing-Eye puzzles that looked like a psychedelic splash of paint but was in fact a sailboat or a house or something innocuous. This was less innocuous. The hummingbirds were a troupe of beautiful little people with humming, befeathered wings of all colours, dressed in leaves, and the sound they made was actually melodious singing in a five-part harmony. Nothing monstrous. Nothing ugly. All around them in the glen the sunlight broke through the canopy in shining beams, and even the leaves on the trees seemed like worked silk cut-outs rather than normal hundrum plant matter.

Maybe the fairyhumbirds wanted to lead them somewhere?

"Oh, of course you're respected amongst your own," Rosalind said in a patronizing tone, "why wouldn't you be?" She could think of several reasons in the short amount of time she knew him why he might not have been, but wouldn't name any of them, of course.

"I apologize for the onslaught of coins, but I can assure you, I would not have done such a thing had you not been after my starseed," she sounded a little irritated, "but it's lovely to properly meet you, at any rate, Scheelite." She curtsied and remembered him bludgeoning her in the stomach with his guitar. It was so harsh and violent, and definitely something she did not want to deal with again.

Once the two had exchanged their introductions in their own quirky little ways, the hummingbirds flitted before them to and fro. Rosalind watched as they jetted amongst themselves, almost hypnotically, and saw something interesting. "I am most certainly not high," Rosalind said, "unless there is something you want to admit to, that is." She wanted to be polite, honestly, but if she could get to the bottom of things (and if the bottom of this whole conundrum was the Negaverse) then she wasn't above accusing Scheelite again.

But unfortunately, she had most definitely seen everything that her temporarily-befriended Negaverser had seen. Fairies, of varying colors, were beckoning for them to follow. Their song was sweet, but they may have been tricksters. She was not going to react the same way Scheelite had-- Rosalind felt that they may have been the only way for her to get back home. The thought of never going back to her Egyptian cotton sheets, or favorite Sephora compact, or Foochie back at home began to sink in. Everyone would surely be saddened without her to order them around-- they were such deadbeats otherwise!! Although scared of this realization, Rosalind became determined to find a way through the forest.

Blindly following the fairies and their melodious symphony, Rosalind made sure she would be the first to be stepping foot outside of this woodland. Scheelite could have stayed behind, for all she cared, especially when she remembered how he had ferociously gone off on her previously. But... There was that part of her that would have felt awful had she indulged in that feeling.

"Alright, Scheelite," Rosalind said resolutely, "I believe that these imps are going to guide us through this forest. If not, well, we'll just have to take that chance. I'm sure you want to get home just as much as I do." Besides, if something had gone wrong, they could have easily taken the dainty creatures down. Or, at least, Scheelite could-- she didn't want to pull her own weight around, and couldn't fight even if she wanted to.

"So, it's settled then," Rosalind said with confidence, "and I'll lead the way as the critters guide us."

It wasn't so bad, actually. Yeah, her feet ached (golden pumps did not permit comfort) but she wasn't alone! Loneliness did not suit such a beautiful soldier well, and her lovely presence was surely an extreme comfort to the Negaverser behind her. Maybe such a gracious soldier such as herself could convert evil beings?

She strutted along with her arms crossed, back arched, traversing the woods that the winged critters lead the two through. Unfortunately, the experience went from 'hey, I might go home' to 'are all Negaversers musical singers?' It wasn't the song that bothered her, per se, it was the way he belted it out. Especially when he reached the final BECAUUUUUSE in the song, that's when she really felt sour about the whole situation.

"Scheelite, darling," she said angelically, "could you perhaps sing in your head? I'm sure it'll sound much lovelier that way."

But it got worse-- the fairies seemed to join in (maybe enjoy?) his Oz-happy song, which only made Rosalind wish she was the Soldier of Ear Plugs. Or something.

"I promise you that the fairies shall remain happy should you decide to sing in your head. Have you ever seen a sad fairy, Scheelite?" Perhaps the proper question would be: Have you ever seen a fairy, Scheelite? However, it didn't matter, as maybe he would stay quiet while thinking over an answer-- those few precious moments of silent seemed glorious.

But no! The neon-colored Negaverser continued to flap his lips! But atleast he wasn't singing anymore? Rosalind watched the happy little winged beings strum their harps as their plant clothing shimmered beneath the Sun's rays, half-heartedly listening to Scheelite as he blabbed on.

"Ahaha, of course!" She said to some things, nodding at others. The desire to listen to him had completely dissolved. "Yes, yes, I completely understand." Humoring him was one of the easiest things to do, it seemed.

The fairies had finally stopped at an opening in the woods-- a large patch of grass bereft of trees. Flitting around happily, they seemed to beckon for two to rush forward. There were no leaves to filter the sun there, so it was harshly bright, but Rosalind didn't mind. There must have been something important there!

"Look, Scheelite, there may be a way home that way!!"