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[img]http://i.imgur.com/HioCVJ8.png[/img][h3][color=73750b]Group #OHMYGOSHWE'REALLGONNADIE[/color]
[color=73750b]Location: TRAPPED UNDER A FRECKIN TRAIN!!?[/color] || [color=73750b]Action: Responding to the voice above. [/color] || [color=73750b]Mood: Terrified --> Contemplative.[/color] [/h3][color=73750b]Interacting with: Targilde Mullens [@Mae][/color]

They had been chasing him. He had hoped beyond hope that the train would provide the smallest of havens, just to get him away from [i]them[/i]. But Ignatus Buford the 3rd knew better. The sound of the metal crunching around him as he lay stuck under the train was loud, but not nearly as terrifying as the cackling the rang in his ears, could htey get to him under here? Probably...but if not them, then the train itself would kill him.

The beasts brought back vague memories but what they were he couldn't recall. Anyway this wasn't the time for that. [i]I think...[/i] 

Ignatus swallowed the fear gnawing away at him. The metal crunching around him, or [i]them[/i]. And then a voice. What was it? Would... Ignatus closed his eyes trying to concentrate, the fear building back up. His eyes flew open, feeling for the familiar pieces of cool plastic, cluching them tightly. What could he do.. Should he answer them? He swallowed, taking a deep breath. Beasts... train...voices...

Could the voices help? Maybe, if only temporarily. He closed his eyes, the cackling echoing through his ears as another wave of horror  ran through his body. He pushed at the walls surrounding him. They were walls, right? some sort of enclosed space keeping him pinned under the tain. And as he heard it creak again his mouth flew open and he heard a voice call out [color=73750b]"Help!"[/color] It wasn't the voice above, but his own. Why would he call attention to himself? He didn't know what that voice was...

But cackling of the beasts and the creaking metal were his answers...
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[img]http://i.imgur.com/ACp6aD0.png[/img][h3][color=6C4375]Group #3[/color] 
[color=6C4375]Location: The Mists[/color] || [color=6C4375]Action: Sitting on Oxe's shoulders, falling asleep.[/color] || [color=6C4375]Mood: Amused[/color] [/h3][color=6C4375]Interacting with: Oxe, anyone else nearby [@Mae] [@Haru Nyan] [@Fox of Spades][/color]//
[h2][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170620/c1ab9e48817f1f2c19d2a9acc0f125dd.png[/img][/h2] [img]http://i.imgur.com/z1zlx4s.png[/img][h3][color=6b0808]Group #3[/color]
 [color=6b0808]Location: The Mists[/color] || [color=6b0808]Action: Observing the shadows surrounding them.[/color] || [color=6b0808]Mood: Agitated[/color] [/h3][color=6b0808]Interacting with: Same as Alexis.[/color] 

Letting out a soft sounding yawn as Alexis rested her chin on top of Oxe's head. She couldn't see anything past the fog, so she kept her eyes closed as Oxe continued walking at his steady pace. The ride was smooth and oddly relaxing. She ran her fingers through his hair absently.

[color=6C4375]"Where do you think we are?"[/color] She murmured, her voice soft almost sleepy. She could feel Oxe's head move to look at her, though the angle made it impossible. But his eyes said everything. He wasn't sure, he had no guesses.

He could hear th singing, it was off tune and terribly loud. How Alexis didn't  find it annoying he didn't know. He ran a hand over his face, resting on his mouth tucked underneath his scarf. He let out a stream of air from his nose as his eyes looked around. 

He could feel familiar small fingers run through his hair, and it seemed to reassure him, at least a little. His eyes narrowed slightly. It was hard to hear much else over the incessant sinigng.

[color=6C4375]"Relax, it's not that bad."[/color] Alexis mumbled, kissing the top of Oxe's head, but it was clear he vehemently disagreed. And it seemed to be getting closer. She wasnt't nearly as worried as Oxe seemed to be.[/center]