[center][h2][color=B0C4DE]Castiel Moor[/color][/h2]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/kXPYapZ.png[/img][/center][center][h3][color=B0C4DE]Group 2[/color]
[color=B0C4DE]Location:[/color] On top of the carriage || [color=B0C4DE]Action:[/color] Trying to assist his companions || [color=B0C4DE]Mood:[/color] Alarmed [/h3]
[color=B0C4DE]Interacting with Melanie [@Mae],Farran [@Tenma Tendo], and Lloyd [@SilverDawn][/color][/center]

Water filled the tunnel at an alarming pace, and Castiel stood alone, on top of the carriage they'd ridden in only a few minutes ago. Just Farran and Lloyd Llewyn were gone, along with the pink-haired girl whose name he'd never even gotten to hear. A minute ago they'd introduced themselves to him, and now, they were drowning. Cas wasn't easy to faze, but the ridiculous turn of events left him gaping at the tide. It was only when a spray of water crashed into the carriage's side, toppling him over in the process, that he was snapped out of his thoughts.

[i]He had to assist them.[/i]

Quickly, Castiel pulled open his bag and pulled out the spool of rope he'd tucked inside. He leaped to his feet and scanned the water for signs of his companions. He caught sight of Just Farran struggling against the water, and Lloyd was there too, but the pink-haired girl was nowhere in sight. His insides tightened into a knot, if she'd been pulled under water... there would be no way of helping her. For now, he would have to focus on those he could save. And then he saw the sparks racing across the water and he froze in an act of self-preservation. Once the sparks had subsided, he gathered his courage. [color=B0C4DE]"Just Farran! Lloyd Llewyn!"[/color] He yelled in hopes of getting their attention. [color=B0C4DE]"I'm going to throw this into the water! Please try and reach it! And if you can, please find the girl!"[/color] Moments after yelling, Cas tossed the opposite end of his rope into the raging waters below and prayed for the best possible outcome to this horrible turn of events. 

A dice had been cast, and it were as if the Gods above were frowning upon them.

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[center][h2][color=90EE90]Viola Valdis[/color][/h2]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/bDUE18w.png[/img][/center][center][h3][color=90EE90]Group 3[/color]
[color=90EE90]Location:[/color] Some Misty Place || [color=90EE90]Action:[/color] Forced to attend a tea party in Nightmareland || [color=90EE90]Mood:[/color] Very Concerned [/h3]
[color=90EE90]Interacting with Alexis and Oxe [@PaddieCake][/color][/center]

A look of concern wormed its way onto Viola's face when magical chairs suddenly lifted them off the ground. Teacups followed shortly after and things grew even more bizarre than they already were. This wasn't normal, then again, normal wasn't something you expected beyond The Gate at World's End. Still, chairs that forced people to attend tea parties wasn't one of the things she thought she'd encounter. Monsters, spirits, demons, she'd prepared herself for that.

For [i]this[/i] - she was completely taken off-guard. It didn't help that one of the passengers she'd met was being beaten by a piece of furniture. Her eyebrows furrowed together in worry, and out of reflex, her left hand reached for the blade she wore by her side. She held her hand steady, wondering if the best option would be to play along and avoid angering whatever spirits controlled the chairs.

She was set on doing just that, but Oxe was receiving a pummeling from his chair, and she wasn't about to just stand by and do nothing - wasn't about to allow a little girl to watch her friend get beaten black and blue. The young woman leaped off her own chair and made her way towards Oxe. Unsheating her blade with expert ease, she moved to block the following blow. The chair continued its assault and what followed was a comical exchange between the woman and the supernatural entity, mostly this consisted of Viola waving her sword around in attempt to ward off the chair's frenzied and uncoordinated attacks.

[color=90EE90]"Stop this right now!"[/color] She commanded in the same voice she used when she was barking orders to newly-minted soldiers. [color=90EE90]"It's horrendously rude to hit your guests! If you want us to enjoy some tea, then you ought to play nice!"[/color] Viola's grip on her blade's hilt tightened. She was fully expecting some form of backlash - for the chairs to gang up on her or for the teapots to start shattering into a painful spray of glass, but much to her amazement, the chair stopped its assault and pulled back.

She kept her defensive stance for a second then two then three, when it was clear that the chair wasn't going to go ballistic over her retort, she strode towards Oxe and looked him over for injuries. [color=90EE90]"Are you alright?"[/color] She didn't say outright that they had to leave, in case it would upset the entity, but she implied it heavily in the way she was looking from Alexis to the foggy nothingness that awaited them.