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After walking for what must have felt like hours Micail finally spotted something through the fog. Squinting through the haze he could just make out what looked like buildings in the distance. Thank Jack. He and Slaw had been following the road they found and each step seemed like they were getting no where. Heck, after walking for what must have been an hour they had to stop and take a small rest. Sitting on the side of road had been kinda creepy. Nothing but fog and no one around but them. Well he couldn't really say there was nothing around. There sure were these little annoying bugs that wouldn't leave them alone. On top of that, Micail was getting hungry and thirsty. Luckily he happened to have a candy bar on him that he shared with Slaw if he was hungry. That kept them full but only for a little bit.

As he approached what looked like some kind of stone structure Micail flopped down on a nearby bolder. He then turned to Slaw. "Check it out." He motioned. "Looks like we finally made it." Squinting through the fog he could just make out writing on the structure. "Huh... Miasma Village?" Never heard of the place. He glanced back at Slaw. "You ever heard of this place before? I sure haven't"

Micail closed his eyes as he leaned back on the bolder placing his hands back behind him and just relaxing. Well at least they managed to find a town. Even if he hadn't heard of it. Well regardless they had to eventually enter the village. They needed to figure out what to do. See if there was any way to get back to Halloween Town or if they should find other students. At that point his stomach growled. Or maybe just get something to eat first. He was starving.

Micail stretched one last time before standing. Slaw was probably getting tired of him asking him questions. Micail didn't blame him. In fact he was beginning to wonder why he was asking him in the first place. He knew that Slaw probably knew just as much as he did... which was nothing at the moment. Shrugging he followed the undead opossum into the village. It was strange. The more he looked around the more he noticed... this didn't really look like much of a village. The whole place was covered in fog just like everything else and there didn't seem to be anyone around at all. That is until Slaw noticed someone in a cloak walking by. Of course by Slaw's reaction and the way the figure just walked off it seemed like the encounter didn't last long at all. Regardless, Micail made his way over.

"Hey way to go. You actually found someone. Here I was thinking it was a ghost town." He watched the figure walk away. "That was weird though. It seemed like he didn't even notice you." The cloaked figure slipped back into the vanishing from sight. "Ooookay... Like that wasn't creepy at all..."

Suddenly Micail's ears twitched as they picked up the sound of approaching foot steps. He turned his head in the direction of the noise. The steps were light and quick... and they were coming this way. Squinting he could just make out another cloaked figure heading their way. This one was tall and skinny. Or well... it looked that way to him.

"Hey." He patted Slaw on the shoulder. "Here comes another one." Micail informed him as he pointed at the figure headed toward them. "Hey! Yoh! Wait up." He met the figure stopping them from where ever they were going. "Hi, yeah. Could you help us? Our buss crashed and were kinda stranded here."

The villager just looked his straight in they and bluntly told him no. Micail gaped as he watched the villager walk off as if he didn't exist. What the Jack... Seriously? Did that just happen? Did. That. Just. Happen? He asked for help and the guy completely blew him off! He was in such a state of shock that he when he came out of it the village was all ready gone. Leaving Micail in his own wake of anger.

"Are you fricken kidding me... stressed " He growled, canines showing, tails twitching and claws bared in a strangle motion. "Yeah well screw you too buddy!" He flipped the bird in the direction the character went. "Well so much for that." Micail looked back at Slaw completely calm again. "If everyone else is anything like those two we aren't going to get any..."

He trailed off suddenly as his face went blank. Suddenly his ears twitched and his nose flared as it picked up a scent. A scent he knew. A big mischievous grin crossed his face.

"I know that scent...."

With out warning he grabbed Slaw's hand and took off like he was running for his life. He followed his nose. Left, then right... It was getting close. He couldn't believe it. Had she been on the buss too? Well it was a pretty big buss. He remembered thinking how impossible it was to fit so many inside but it had. Skidding to a stop in front of what looked to be come kind of coffee shop or cafe he sniffed the air one more time. The scent was strongest here. Quickly looking around he spotted a figure through the fog. As the fog started to dissipate, he could make out... cat ears... a tail... PURPLE HAIR!

"Kemnebi!" He called out to the Were-panther waving.

Slaw patted Mitch on the shoulder consolingly, "It's okay, I'm sure it's really just my breath. We can keep trying." He could just make out another approaching cloaked figure. He raised a clawed finger and started to approach the stranger. "Hello, excuse me we are lo-," before he even finished the thought his hand was grabbed and he suddenly found himself whipping through the air behind a hound on a mission.

Dogs.

Just. Seriously.

DOGS.

When they finally stopped, Slaw entangled himself around the nearest object; limbs, tail, everything just wrapped tightly around a support beam. Yeah, that bus ride really wasn't so bad. He stared at the feline with wide bewildered eyes and then the canine and back again.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say." Nebi grinned, shaking her head at the hound's shear arrogance. A seed in a trash can her tail. "Hell-puppy, maybe, but a pup's a pup." She stuck her tongue out at him and flicked her tail playfully.

Kemnebi wrinkled her nose at the agreement he made on the village inhabitants. "For real, these cloak guys are the rudest bunch of maggot-eaters I've ever had the misfortune to meet. I tried to ask them for help earlier? One guy literally ignored me in favor of doing chores. Chores." She threw her hands up and gave a soft growl of disgust.

Kemnebi followed Micail to the lampost, still shaking her head in disgust. "Slaw?" she asked, tilting her head at the opossum on the lamppost. Like the food? Probably shouldn't say that to someone you just met. "Nice to meet you, I guess?" Well, it would be if he came down. Then again, she'd climb a tree too if she had just been teleported by the hell hound at her feet. Nu-uh. No, thank you.

"I don't know, I haven't gotten a response all day. Maybe if we were more forceful?" A cloaked figure walked down the other side of the street and Nebi pounced, snagging his sleeve. "Hey, Mister, how about some help?"

The figure replied with a hearty grunt and a heave of his arm, knocking her grip loose, before heading on his way again. "Nothin. Figures. You guys got any ideas?"

He glanced up at Slaw when he felt a light kick in the side. Looks like he finally decided to come back down. Good. He wouldn't admit it but Micail felt bad for dragging the boil around forcefully like that. Micails ears twitched and he quickly sat up crossing his legs. When Nebi mentioned being more forceful he shrugged.

"Sounds good to me. Maybe they wont really tell us anything unless we let them know we mean business."

At that point he watched as a cloaked figure passed them and Nebi tried to get its attention. Just like the others it ignored her. Seriously. What was wrong with these guys? Micail was starting to get angry. Force? Oh he would use force alright. Jumping to his feet, he glared at the figure. He was going to get information one way or the other. He clenched a fist. Ears flat, tails flicking and canines bared he marched over to another figure and grabbed it by the collar of its cloak and pulled it toward him.

"That's it! I've had it with this! We need some information now!" He growled. "What the Jack is going on here and who are you? I'm not in the mood for any games so spill it!"

He just glared at the figure and with out warning it it held out something. She smell made Micails mouth water. It was roast ghost fish. His favorite. He had failed to notice the figure he had grabbed was running some kind of stand that sold it. As if on cue his stomach growled. He had been so distracted with everything that he had forgotten that he was hungry. Licking his chops, he let go of the figure and reached out for the fish.

Micail stood stunned as the figure just ate it before he could take the offered fish. "Youuu... b*****d! I'll kill you!" He lunged for the figure but suddenly found him self being held at bay.

"I'm an applicant," he admitted a bit quietly. One day, he hopes to be able to say he is more than that. Today however, was clearly not the day for that. It was then a racket broke out nearby and instead of directly confronting his companion he decided to sneak away and assure another cloaked figure that he'd only just met the boil and had no idea about their temper before hand and if they knew where they could get some grub.

They looked him straight in the eye and answered, "No." Then they turned away and disappeared. No? But... jacking hell. He looked back at his company and shrugged. "Maybe we should just look for ourselves?"

They were both right. Kemnebi knew it from the first time she'd tried to ask these people questions. Still, she did want to try one last time. She looked around, but the sound of chopping wood reached her ears and she about snapped. The hell she was going to go through that experiance again. Nope. No way no how.

"You guys are right, lets get the Jack out of here and just explore on our own." She grumbled.