[b][i]Flame Brooks[/i][/b]

When Flame Brooks found himself seperated from Ashton, his first impulse was to panic, especially in the presence of someone who was evidently a priest. Then, his next impulse was to worry about Ashton, and the impulse after that was to finally observe the surroundings.

Looking at Jameson and Alistair, as if trying to decide who to distrust less, he would approach the former and say: "Hey, I'm Flame Brooks, 16 years old, from Bangor, Maine. I got seperated from a...friend when I was sent here; said friend was with me in that inky blackness." Flame clearly assumed that the other two 'Earthers' had seen 'Lord Talus'. "What's your name, Father?"

[i]If Ashton were here - and not panicking like I am, he'd probably join the person recruiting for Knights. Or he could be looking at what sort of wares are being sold. But I'm not Ashton; I don't trust these people and they won't listen to my advice anyway.[/i] "Anyway..." the kid nervously said, "Just to make sure, we all believe that we're in another world? That this isn't a dream, a hallucination, drugs, or virtual reality? Because as my... Friend would say, it'd be best if we're all in the same page at this time."

His expression turned into a deep frown as he pondered, [i]We're probably not on the same page. They probably think I am crazy. But, at the same time, I can't just ditch them as I am worse off alone.[/i]

Turning to Alistair, Flame finally asked, "So, rich guy, what is your name and where do you come from, assuming we're not all from Maine?"

[b][i]Ashton Andrews[/i][/b]

They really were in another world. Demihumans, medieval architecture, [i]unfeathered dinosaurs[/i], and of course, a realistic reaction to the three people's sudden coming. This flew in the face of his essay about how Isekai won't work... Unless they were marked for death anyway. Well, he didn't plan to meet a nasty demise unless it was by Flame's side, and Flame wasn't at his side. Which was aggravating; he felt cheated by that 'Lord Talus' guy, even though he never trusted him anyway. Nevertheless, he knew this: He can probably calm himself and the others down enough to plot their way out of this situation.

Looking at the others; Ashton would ask as firmly as possible without raising his voice too high, "All right, which of you believes we really are in another world and this isn't a dream, hallucination, drugs, or virtual reality? For those of you that don't, my name is Ashton Andrews, 16, from Bangor, Maine. I also have a boyfriend, Flame Brooks, who was in the darkness with me until that Talus guy seperated us. Either way, I don't think we need to panic right now."

A brief pause. "What we need to do is walk slowly, forward, as though this place is familiar to us, then hope that the novelty of our apperance fades. We should also observe everything we can, including the writing."

A glance at a shop stall; the language was unfamiliar. "Not just that, but if there is law enforcement here; Constables and Miliitia or just the Watch, we should avoid them unless they seem reasonable. And as we seem to be in a Merchants' District, we should also frisk ourselves for saleable goods."

A breath. "But, the prime priority would be to get to a safe place, a safe place where we can get our bearings."