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The Midnight Train to Nowhere

Haku: "Lesley, go protect Jasper. She can’t do it herself. Oi, Bear!”

Almost immediately, the albino chic yanked him by the arm and tugged him near the crowd of bushes from which they had emerged. She sat down in a yoga stance with her eyes fixated on their amulets.

Jasper: "Go on. I can handle myself. Put some damage on that thing!"

The girl then continued to push him towards the unfolding battle and seeing as they hadn't even dealt one scratch on the thing, he figured it would just be best start putting his amulet to use, its essence still completely filled to the brim. "Alrighty! Make sure you keep healing ok? I'm gonna start using some big attacks on that thing" he liked having the reassurance of a healer on the team, it always meant an available supply of extra energy when one needed it. Especially in severe cases when someone was only left with mere drops.

Leon was busy making dust wave up with his wind powers and Hakuren looked like he was trying to distract the orc.

Riley:"Jeez, what I wouldn't give for a photograph!"

"What a weirdo.." he gasped aloud. Seeing a creature as threatening as that and thinking 'Where's my cam so I can snap a shot?!' Totally not a sane thing to be thinking about. Watching her form two large fireballs and send it exploding into the orc's chest, he had a slight pained expression for a split second until the attacks remnants, faint orange wisps, were sucked into a band around his wrist. Not sure if anyone else caught that, he joined the field to warn the others. By now, the monster was charging toward Leon and Haku, the floor rattling underneath their feet with every step. Soon, a tree to their right lost the secure hold of its roots in the ground and collapsed in front of them, unfortunately, Leon was thrown backwards with the orc's shield, but now a log barrier sat as protection between them and the beast. Hoping the trunk would serve to buy them some time, his hopes were slashed in half when a large sword began cutting away at the wooden structure.

Holding out his hands he pulsed rainbow beams at the orc the moment he saw the opportunity, but he knew the log wouldn't be holding up for long. "Care bear stare!" the colorful lights that were snaking around his arms combined together at the palms of his hands to send out one huge, prolonged beam towards the orc's face. The inevitable happened and no longer did the tree block the orc as it came stomping into their side. Lesley observed again as rainbow remnants of his attacks were vacuumed into his band.

"The wrist band guys! We need to get that off of him!" Running towards its humongous green wrists, he lunged onto the band and was struggling to hold on as it started to shake him off. Meanwhile, he clinging on for dear life and using rainbow beams in attempts to cut the accessory so that it'd fall away from his wrist. Whatever it was, it was basically making this thing immune to all their attacks, the band sucking up any damage they would've dealt.

Beams of color continuously springing from his hands, he managed to make a small tear at the top of the band before being sent flinging towards the mossy forest floor. Coughing a bit he got up and looked down at his amulet, it was dangerously low, but Jasper was already on it, her refueling energy visibly surging out of her own and into his.

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Sorry, sorry. Yes still studying for finals, but I think I can get a post up. I'll get Lesley to attack the orc.

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Is this was death felt like. It was definitely a dark place. And painful. Uncomfortable too. He felt out of breath. 'Wait? Why do I feel out of breath when I can't even breath since I'm dead?' Cracking open an eye, he was half afraid to to see if hell was in fact real and he was one of the unfortunate ones that had been designated to it. Not that Lesley had ever committed any horrible crimes or sinned a lot for that matter, but seeing where you would end up after dying is for sure going to be a nerve racking thing. Head heavy with blood pressure, opening his eyelids was not at all a very cooperative task. He felt nauseated and woozy therefore he decided to keep them close and just stay still for a little while before until he felt better. Sadly, it just wasn't going to get any better. The longer he actually stayed in that position meant more time for his blood flow to pool up in his skull, obviously resulting in some unpleasant affects. None the less, Lesley remained limp and hanging as he thought about what he could do to become alive again, still convinced that he had died.

Not quite exact on how much time had passed since he'd been drooped over like that, he was beginning to near the threat of actually fainting because of how much blood had ended up gathering inside the confines of his head. Eventually, a cooling sensation started to blossom on his left cheek. It was soothing for the first few seconds or so, until it escalated to an almost burning chill, then out of Nowhere(pun intended) a voice slowly snaked into the quiet of his drunken mind.

Hakuren:“Oi, Lesley? A rainbow’s supposed to rise and shine.”

Bright blue irises finally fluttering open to reveal themselves, Lesley swiped at the cold object and pushed it away from his cheek. Coming face to face with an upside image of a dark haired young man with a playful smirk, Lesley still couldn't familiarize himself with a face that he should have recognized. "My, my. I wasn't expecting the Devil to be such a handsome young fellow~" he cooed. "I wouldn't mind playing Devil's advocate if you were the master" And with that flirtatious commented he arched his back and curled it forward in attempt to give the Ice Devil a kiss. To his dismay, Hakuren's face and body was standing a sufficient 2 centimeters below, which was 2 centimeters too far. Enough to get Lesley's body sliding off of the branch and descending n top of Hakuren in a glorious entwining.

Giggling in satisfaction, he stared into Hakuren's eyes with a smile across his face. By now he had come to realize that he was not in fact dead and that the male who lay underneath him was actually Hakuren Zabluda, but that didn't change his perception that this boy was indeed attractive. The position they were currently in gave him all the more dominance. "Are you gonna push me off or are you just waiting for me to go ahead and do something?" he teased perversely with a mischievous grin.



Riley:“I will obey the guides! Gah!”

“… obey…”

“… guides!”

“Gah!”

The exclamations were slightly faint, but were completely audible from where the to were located. She couldn't have been more than a couple meters away from them. In response to her outbursts, the seemingly silent forest was eerily brought to life with caws of unknown birds that sounded like crows. Lesley was no longer looking at Haku, but had his head up, yet he was still planted on all fours over the poor guy. Creepy creatures scuttled through the bushes which caused him to cringe in disgust and uneasiness followed by another momentary peace. Squinting his vision, he surveyed the surroundings before picking up on another noise, but this time it was more alarming. It was a 'thudding' noise, quiet as a whisper and first, but it rapidly began to increase in volume, to the point that the mossy ground itself was vibrating beneath him. rising up to an upright position, he grabbed Hakuren's hands and pulled him up as well.

“RAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

At first, it wasn't very clear exactly where the heck this thing was coming from, until trees were visibly starting to part, snapping like mere twigs because of this green, orc like creature stomping towards them, leaving destruction and extermination along its path. Lesley stared wide eyed and fear, his jaw open and his legs trembling in shock. Then it paused, picked up one of the fallen trees it had killed and chucked it at them. The trunk probably weighed a couple thousands pounds and he wasn't at all prepared to test out if the prediction was true. crouching down in the nick of time, Hakuren and Leon had done the same in order to avoid the attack. In anger, it growled again in frustration at its missed offensive and positioned itself in a fighting stance apparently ready for combat.

"Uh, I think it wants to fight.." Lesley squeaked from behind Hakuren. He had his hands planted on the male's shoulders who was currently observing their new found task. The pink haired bi was just hoping the other human would serve as a good defense barrier in case the ogre decided to chuck another thousand pound tree at them. By now, Riley and Jasper had joined them, emerging from a wall of purple bushes in time to see the warrior hurl wood at the boys.

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Inwardly rejoicing in his Chocobo race triumph, he hungrily accepted all given congratulations on his victory with a grin so wide that when it finally came to return his expression back to its norm, his cheeks ached a tad from the deformation. When the others finally made it to the scene, the guides were quick to briefly instruct their following task and trotted off down a dirt road towards the mountains. Naturally, the guides positioned themselves at the head off the pack with at least one lagging behind for supervision amongst the humans. Lesley allowed Serge to regain his breath, tailing the end of the group. Turning his head 360° backwards he squinted at the shrinking figure of the stable and shadowing it, the castle. He stared at it until the structures were little more than a dark crumb in the darkening sky.

The group trudged on in casual silence, with short mumbles of word exchange here and there. Meanwhile, the path they were following was beginning to become less defined and much more rugged, steepening with every step. Large roots from the surrounding trees choked at the dry crust of soil which was supposedly the trail which they were following. Plantation and greens of various sorts bloomed along the land, some spilling onto their way, nearly masking the tracks. Caving rock formations also began to hint they were nearing the mountain, signalling its possible dangers of sediment slides, the stones varying from tiny pebbles to boulders as big as buses. Death would be inevitable if one were to tumble down with that during a snowless avalanche composing just of lethal rocks. Eventually, the slope turned nearly into a ninety degree angle, they had finally reached the mountain base, the ground on which they were stepping on was no longer made of worn out soil, but solid mountain rock, jagged and uneven.

Looking up, Lesley could hardly make out where the mountain met the sky, since the sun was so close to setting, no longer providing a sufficient light source. All they knew was that the dragons they were after lived up there.

"You were a good lil' Chocobo and a terrific racer Serge," he wrapped his lank arms around the bird's neck as he took the creature into a warm embrace,"I'll miss you buddy."
And they were off, their feathery bums wiggling in the distance as they marched off in single file, a line up so clean cut it would make Zephy proud. The bird march was straighter than any line the humans ever made. Swivelling on his heels, he swiped a tear from the corner of his eye to join the group on their climb up the mountain side. Leon was leading with a couple of the guides an arms length away. Jasper was secured onto Victoria's whip while the lot of them were moving along independently. The climb was a laborious task, beads of sweat trailing along his forehead, but luckily the air was crispening into a cooling temperature since the sun had mostly gone down. For once in his life, his hair was being a huge bother, wisps landing in his mouth making it much more of a struggle to climb when he would loose the support of one hand in order to yank the strand out. All the while, what made it even more annoying was that he had a hair tie wrapped around his wrist, but since he couldn't take both hands off of the alp to ponytail his hair back, he had to suffer staring at the hair tie while he climbed.

Some of the humans were beginning to whine as the time dragged on, muscles in his arms and leg were burning and his stomach felt empty cept' some pink hair he may have ended up swallowing. Nowhere couldn't have been less fabulous. The black-eared bunny muttered something about how far up they were from ground level, her eyes glinting while she looked down. He felt sick to his stomach. Lesley couldn't believe the guts of that girl to even take a peek below, just imagining it made him woozy and turned the color of his face to match the forestry landscaped underneath them.

Serenade: "It's getting dark, we should pick up the pace. I'm sorry about this." 

They continued to push onward a couple more feet until the wolves they seemed to be joking about just a few minutes before suddenly howled into reality. Fear struck across everyones face, the shrubs that managed to thrive on the mountain's dry, lapidarian surface shook wildly, their leaves rustling off as strong cuts of wind slashed at them, Lesley clinging on as angry snarls rung through his eardrums. Colorful flashes of light illuminated in split moments before evaporating into ghostly nothings, the bright shocks leaving dark imprints in his vision much like the flashing of a camera.

The gusts screamed, mixing with the guides commands to make way for a near by cave just a few more meters towards a cliff that jutted out from the stony terrain. He tried to follow orders while others stayed in place to fight even though Serenade had clarified that they were no match. Vines sprouted from the lifeless gray of rubble, binding the guides. He could make out half the group disappearing over the outreach which held the cave as he strived to get there with his grasp starting to fail as the rockbed thundered violently beneath his desperate hold.

FWOOSH
A blast of wind surged him free from the mountain, limbs flying up as his weight propelled down. His hearing cut out and it was quiet. An emerald face of a canine blinked into his view, but vanished just as rapidly as it sparked to reveal itself. Turning his head side to side he noticed four other figures descending to their doom along with him. Air currents made his clothing flutter fiercely, his hair whipping his face, the cold wind making his cheeks sting. He was deadly afraid to even peep down at the view they were about the meet.

"Well at least I

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Thwap. Rustle. Tch. THUD
A tree and its thick, leafed branches had hoarsely cushioned his fall, but still the landing was unforgiving.

An eternity passed, and pain boomed in his head like a deep drum along with a low rumbling smash of a gong. His eyelids felt like a ton and lifting it was a queasy chore, his vision a perplexing swirl. It was hazed over and spinning, dizzying. Closing his eyes to regain a better perception of reality, a pressure could be felt weighing against his stomach, yet his arms and legs felt free and flowing.

Lesley was draped over a branch like a towel hanging on a rack.

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Sorry about my OOC absence. Life is being a monster and I think I may need an extra day to post, so if I'm dragging you guys behind, please feel free to move Lesley along. Again I apologize sincerely for the inconvenience.

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By now, Lesley was having such a good time that he was comfortable enough to to only use one hand to hold onto the reigns, his other hand raised high in the air, stretched towards the sky. The wind cutting around his thin fingers in crisp fluid motions. Momentarily getting lost in the 'feels', he let his carefree nature take control as he closed his eyes, a content grin sprawled across his face, wisps of hair licking and whipping wildly at his cheeks. Remembering that he was currently participating in a race, teleported back into reality, grabbing the reigns with both hands once again. Leaning over the side of Serge's long neck, he began chanting "Gayshul Greens" repeatedly, the Chocobo powering on with the immensely stimulate providing words. In no time, his bird was galloping for Inadi's, the two staying side by side for a few meters before, charging on past him with Ace as the next person to beat.

"Gayshul Greens! Gayshul Greens!" He sounded as if he were cheering for a basketball as one in a crowd of hundreds, his hand in a determined fist as they raced on around the distracted red head looking at Riley go tumbling off to side after she caught him cheering Serge on with the promise of food. Luckily she fell into a flower bed, but later crashing into a tree. The feminine man let out an exaggerated gasp as he pressed a hand over his heart in concern although he continued to bound off for the oak tree. Ace was distracted by the sudden accident that she didn't even notice him fly by her to take the lead.

Gasp...

But soon enough, the oak tree was only a mere couple of yards away, his worry expeditiously transformed into jubilance as he neared the finish line to claim victory. Huffing and puffing in sync with his Chocobo, they screeched to a dusty halt at the tree base in celebration of his success. The other three followed in a series after him, all of them scrambling to stop the energized birds, crashing even, the force needing to be released elsewhere in order for them to finally settle down in place.

Riley: "Looks like none of us win. Pfft, and to think Lesley started last."



Their guides were already there, discussing some important business, meanwhile Lesley cupped a hand over his brows, squinting slightly in order to see the rest of the humans gradually approaching them. They were taking their time, calmly clopping along at a decent pace and soon enough they arrived and the group was once again reunited as a whole.

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Inadi:“Hard to believe you see something you recognize in a place like this. Here I thought I would never get comfortable during my time in this place.”

Riley:"This isn't so bad! Lesley, get your butt here!

Nodding, he couldn't exactly relate to how Inadi was feeling at that moment because everything here was so strange and way out of the ordinary that it would be a true surprise to him if he could actually find a personal connection with Nowhere and its quirky entirety. Grinning at the frame-faced boy, one of the eager Aves swooped its head down and through his legs, craning it back up in a swift motion as Inadi came sliding back down onto its back. A look of surprise and soon pleasure ran across his expression with the unexpected mounting. Lucky him. He didn't have to go through the trouble of getting up on the thing since his carrier decided to do it for him.

Seeing Riley and her Chocobo go zooming out of the stable, he piped up when he heard her call his name and off he went with his ride, padding on after her. From a distance, he was able to make out her figure on the ground, staring dreamily into the vast array of clouds in the clear blue sky. Ace and Inadi went clopping off from his left and right, but he didn't mind. For now, all he needed to focus on was controlling his mount and remaining balanced atop its back. It felt somewhat unstable and he had only ever rode a horse once and it wasn't even a real one. A carousel... if that counts. Clutching the reigns securely, he loved and enjoyed the ride, the breeze flinging his pink hair behind him and whipping the unseen trail from which he came like a cape as he continued onward toward the crowding riders.

A challenge was going down as the humans made taunting comments at one another. To the oak tree it was. The finish line. Riley, Inadi, Ace and himself. One versus three other individuals, this was going to be one heck of a race. Wrapping an arm around his bird's neck, he groped mindlessly a bit before finally finding clutch of the tag on which the Chocobo's name was written. Reading the name engraved onto the dog tag was a little trouble some because of the bobbing movements of the bird, but when he managed to make out the word 'Sergeant'. Lesley puffed out some air from his nostrils, remembering how the Chocobo had been while he was clawing himself onto it. No wonder. The title perfectly befitting the way it just stood there like a monotonous sculpture while a human struggled to get on him. "Mkay 'Serge'", he was pleased to have drawn out an alias for his companion so quickly,

"Three, two, ONE!"

"TO THE OAK TREE!" He jabbed a commanding finger at the determined target site and clenched the reigns to brace himself for take off... but it never came. The others had already blasted on ahead, leaving him licking up the upturned grass far back at the starting line at which Serge stood unmoving. "Aw man! Let's go buddy" he encouraged the glaring bird with a 'pretty-please' tone of voice. When the Chocobo refused to respond, its eyes narrowed looking out into the jiggling butts of his winning friends, Lesley pouted and tapped Serge's sides whiningly, "Come on you big KFC! Lookit! Were loosin' cuz of you" he bounced up and down on his ride's back, it's giant chicken feet still planted in place.

Lesley racked his past to try and remember what the heck Inadi said earlier to get Serge to move. 'Hm.. was it Grayish Greens? No. Gay-fish Greens?" he chomped down on his bottom lip. "Oh yeah. Gayshul GREENS!" he thought aloud. "If you get me to that tree then I'll give you some of em'" he tempted the Chocobo. The creature seemed to take the offering well as it sprinted after them, nearing Ace. Lesley shrieked in joy and amusement, waving an arm in the air as the crisp wind splashed wildly over him. Opening his eyes, he was shocked to see Victoria, the female guide, tearing ahead past him with Avian following closely behind. He smirked and charged on.

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Wow, best freakin interview ever. Hilarious

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The Midnight Train to Nowhere

WARNING: BOOB GROWTH

I think Jasper needs some advice...