He could barely make out the outline of figure in the distance under the heavy pour of rain. Their cries muffled out by the drumming of raindrops on the forest floor, pounding against the leaves and on his skull, a horrid parody of a reverberating piano tune. Harsh and heavy, soaking him to the bone and making his clothes stick against his body like a second skin. He raised a hand to protect his eyes and clear his vision as much as he could against the rain, water dripping off of him like blood from a wound. The figure seemed to move frantically, agitated and somewhat less urgent to get out of the rain than he was. Not stopping to consider whether the figure was friend or deadly foe, he dashed over towards him. His shoes splashing in the deep puddles littered along the ground, throwing up torrents of water and further wetting his pants, making it heavier and harder to run.

 He shouldn't have wasted the effort. The moment he was in reach of the man, he was close enough to make out the dim details of the figure in the dark, the unmistakable call of 'prince' with that voice all too well confirmed his fear, "Don't call me that!" Was the first thing he hissed as he skidded to a stop next to Blake. Hunched over with his arms wrapped around himself, he shivered when he stopped moving and the little hope he had of real help had been crushed and smothered into the sodden ground. He wouldn't admit that, he was somewhat glad to have found Blake all the same or anyone for that matter. Determined to hide it, he pushed past Blake, "I don't know about you, but I'm finding shelter."

 Hopefully there was some sort of shelter somewhere out there.
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 Andries furrowed his eyebrows, confused by the entire situation, "Look lady." He started, not phased by the ribbon snakes that suddenly appeared up beside him. If he was to be tied up either way, he didn't want to be uncomfortable and waste energy struggling. Continuing as they started to wrap around him, making sure he had plenty of room to wriggle, "I don't care what the hell you're doing, I don't care who you are of whoever else you mess with." He glanced at Chrys, "No offense to you or your friend." He returned the smile,then turned back to ms Cray Cray, "If you have to do something, go ahead, but I want my friend unharmed, unchanged and mentally sound when you're done with him." 

 He glanced at the projection, "And if he catches a cold, you'll have to pay "