"A monster," Azami finished. "You gotta see the ocean, otherwise it's not a good ship! Or house." The woman sat down on the couch, humming to herself. "Ya think there's an upstairs? Maybe with another kitchen? And a pantry!""
"Probably, probably not." He said, sighing
Korb paused, listening to the explanations he was given. Only, one thing had him curious. A few things, actually - but this stood out to the hybrid, and he decided to ask about it. "What's an…ocean?" He only had to guess it was some type of land that he'd never seen before, given his geographical location.
"Where a-am I?" A woman with a halo above her head and 12 feet long and 6 feet tall angelic wings said, walking around. The woman's name was Allison Mercy
The woman walked into the living room.
Myra looked at the woman with angel wings, then got up, left the room and went to the bathroom to splash water on her face. "This gets weirder every second." she said to the mirror. Her reflection of course didn't answer, but talking to herself made her feel better, and when she came back she was smiling.
"Hi."
Peregrine appeared in the kitchen, her sword at her belt. "Where am I this time?" The girl walked into the living room, where everybody was congregated. She nodded towards most of the room's occupants, but wrinkled her nose at the winged woman.
"What's with the wings? You from a Sky Island or something? A friend of that Urouge guy?"
What's that?" Allison asked
(Okay but I have the perfect character for this)
Mashka awoke, green eyes fluttering open. She stirred, looking at the ceiling.
An unfamiliar ceiling.
This wasn't Mansion.
She jolted out of bed. No no no.
Unfamiliar surroundings. Unfamiliar smells. No windows, just a dull light that came from a bar in the ceiling.
Worst of all, noises from somewhere.
Voices?
No no no.
She curled into a ball on the bed. She wanted Mansion.
Dry sobs wracked her body.
No, no, no.
"Miss.. I just wish to find out where I am…" She asked the lady. Does she emote? She thought
Peregrine raised an eyebrow. "You think I know? If I did, I'd already be outta here. Now, seriously. What the hell are you?" The swordswoman glared as her fingers drummed on the hilt of her sword.
"I'm a half-angel…" She stuttered
Myra rubbed her hands together, trying to find a way for everything to make sense.
It didn't work. She gave up.
"Would your half-angel-ness be any help to get us out of here?"
I don't think so.. who are you?"
"My name is Myra." she had black hair pulled into a ponytail, but one lock of hair was dyed white and braided separately. She tugged at the braid and stared at the woman. "And you name is…?"
Allison, Allison Mercy…" she said, scared
Myra raised one eyebrow, she'd been expecting some weird unpronounceable angel name. "Hello Allison, welcome to the house with no way out."
"I know about houses with no way out."
Mashka had recovered, and was now standing at the top of the stairs, viewing the scene unfolding below her.
"I've lived in one all my life."
Alison jumped at the other ones voice
Myra turned with a smile, "Another one, how many is that? ten, fifteen people? Just wonderful."
"A half-angel? Never heard of them." Peregrine glared at the girl, her yellow eyes staring into the other's. "Will you quit jumping around, already? It's annoying. And quit stuttering, too. Do you want to get your sorry self killed?"
Okay so uh here my girl go, she's here, and she's tiny. Spectra just happened to walk by, watching the conversation and more people arriving and waking up not saying anything.
Her emerald green eyes stared into the other girls yellow eyes as she put her wings up
drama? She wondered as one of them stared at the other girl. She waited, watching and having her arms crossed like a child. Her black hoodie hung on her tiny frame.
Allison was scared as h e c k