The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

Take woke up lying down, his face against a hard stone floor that his body prevented from feeling the utter coldness and unwelcoming true temperature of the rock. His eyes flickered open, and turned his face to the side, resting on his cheek to observe his surroundings to avoid making as much movement as possible. I could be in the we-sa's cave or den for all I know.. But he was proven wrong, and found himself in a cell, surprisingly similar to the one he fell into while at the bug-infested castle five months ago. He let out a groan when he lifted himself up off the ground like when he performed a push-up. His head was spinning, and tried to shake it off when he rested up against one of the stone walls. He was lacking feeling in his face, remembering the sensation when he went to the dentist a few months ago to get his snaggle tooth removed, and the dentist numbed his gums with the giant needle. His hands flew up to his mouth to make sure no such procedure was performed again, but he felt a slight, gritty, powdery texture around his face and nose. Is this what made me knock out? Take wiped off as much residue of the powder as possible and climbed to his feet hurriedly, throwing himself up against the long bars of the cell. "Hey! We-sa! Whats the big deal throwing me in a cell huh? Where are the kids?!" he shouted out angrily, gripping the metal bars with both hands and shaking them furiously. He tried shoving his face in between them, but his large pointy ears wouldn't allow it.
 
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Blair sat beside the ladder on the ground, leaning against the dragon stall behind her. She didn't seem to notice that there was a deadly creature behind her. Her arms were drawn to her chest, her left wrist in her right hand, her fingers closed around the demon burn scar and the one bracelet that was left. Something was wrong.
She felt it.
Deep down, she felt the choking feeling of being trapped. Caged. It wasn't the wolf, no, it wasn't the relentless pacing that she normally felt. It was something tugging at her. She would have blamed anxiety, could blame anxiety, but she wondered if it was something to do with the soulmate bond between her and Take.
That would explain why the feeling was so strong.
But that means something's wrong. She sank against the wood, watching what was left of the group. Korim had vanished with the girl. Kyle was no where. Of course, the only leader they had was missing. If he could even be called a leader. Kipp was no where to be found and Take was gone to who knows where. It's just me now, huh?
That was a scary thought.
Just her.
She didn't know what powers any of the group had, far too concerned with every thing else to pay attention. Fire girl, powerful but didn't she chicken out with the manticore? Healer...helpful. Laser beams, helpful. Electricity? I think? Definitely helpful.
"And werewolf." Her hands flung down, forearms against her knees. A rag-tag group of some what powerful people against what ever was out there. Great.
She tried to ignore the anxiety coiling in her chest.
We made it last time.
But last time we had sort of an idea of what we were doing.
 
Eve sat on a hay bail hugging herself no pen, no paper, no communication. She pushed a strand of black hair behind her ear. Her purple eyes darted around staring incredulously at the dragons.
She shivered, it was rather cold in the barn. Her eyes traced the group. She had a good memory and good listening skills. She wrapped her arms around her knees. She wondered if there were any mind readers that could get her paper and pen or even pencil so she could talk, well her kind of talk.
 
Aella gave a quiet huh, her fingers trembling slightly, every muscle in her hands tensed. "I guess that's what they call it," she muttered, her face scrunched in concentration. "Fire-wielder, pyro, pyrokeneses..." she was mostly murmured to herself, a golden glow swimming beneath the surface of her skin, and it burst into life in a brilliant flame, before it died nearly as quickly as it came. "Sometimes."
She slammed her hands on the table, shoving herself to her feet and rounded it to come where he was. She needed something to do, or she'd drive herself crazy trying to keep a steady flame. "What can I do?"
“Put a set of these in each bag,” Korim said, displaying the clothes he had. It was a simple bit of underclothes and a tunic and pants, but it would serve them well enough. “Do you know how many are in your group?” -time skip to end of packing-
 
She shivered, it was rather cold in the barn. Her eyes traced the group. She had a good memory and good listening skills. She wrapped her arms around her knees. She wondered if there were any mind readers that could get her paper and pen or even pencil so she could talk, well her kind of talk.
A dragon of similar eye color with feathers in a range from cream to orange to red flittered over, chattering in its language. She fluttered to the door and back again. Leading her.
If Eve was smart, she’d know not to follow the little trickster. But she had never met a dragon before.
 
A dragon of similar eye color with feathers in a range from cream to orange to red flittered over, chattering in its language. She fluttered to the door and back again. Leading her.
If Eve was smart, she’d know not to follow the little trickster. But she had never met a dragon before.
Eve blinked at the dragon. Was it trying to help her?? She stood following it. Maybe it can understand me.... she broke into a quicker walk following it to the door of the barn
 
“Put a set of these in each bag,” Korim said, displaying the clothes he had. It was a simple bit of underclothes and a tunic and pants, but it would serve them well enough. “Do you know how many are in your group?” -time skip to end of packing-
"I think 16 or 17." Aella answered after several moments of pause, trying to sort through the group in her head, barely paying attention as she folded the clothes and put them in the bag. She was quick and precise, and as neat as she could be. "I think 17. I might be wrong."
When she was finished she stepped back, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Want me to round them up?"
 
Eve blinked at the dragon. Was it trying to help her?? She stood following it. Maybe it can understand me.... she broke into a quicker walk following it to the door of the barn
The dragon giggled and fluttered to the well, chattering and hovering over the shade of it.

"I think 16 or 17." Aella answered after several moments of pause, trying to sort through the group in her head, barely paying attention as she folded the clothes and put them in the bag. She was quick and precise, and as neat as she could be. "I think 17. I might be wrong."
When she was finished she stepped back, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Want me to round them up?"
“I don’t know about that. Maybe they actually sleep...” Korim suggested. A hint of a grin cracked his round face. “I don’t know, just a thought.” He suggested.
 
The dragon giggled and fluttered to the well, chattering and hovering over the shade of it.


“I don’t know about that. Maybe they actually sleep...” Korim suggested. A hint of a grin cracked his round face. “I don’t know, just a thought.” He suggested.
Eve followed to the well. Why’d it bring me to a well? She wondered
 

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