CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

Winnie crossed her arms. "What?"

Senet
"So," I started to Peter, "what do we do now?"
"I dunno," he answered with a shrug. "It's not like we can shift again just yet, so we might as well hang out here for a while...and get out of the rain. I hate water."
"Ouais, bonne idée."
We headed back inside. As to where we were going, though, I don't think either of us had a clue.

Sarah
I shrug. Powers back under control, i sneak into her mind slightly. "Well, Winnie," I say, finding what i was looking for and pulling away again, "Nice to meet you and all."

*ignore Crick's last post*
Cricket: "Pardon? Why? Do I need t' work on my dramatic entrances?"
Huh? Oh, no, you're fine. We just need to start over so it makes sense with what WD's doing!
Cricket: "But...can I still work on my dramatic entrances?" *wink*
Um...sure. You're on your own there.
Cricket: "Woot!" *scampers off*

Cricket
Ah...well, th' writer said I could work on dramatic entrances. So, ah, 'ere I am. Being dramatic and th' like. On a dark and stormy night. And it's...thundery. Is that even a word?

Any'ow, I burst in through a door on a dark and stormy night, after escaping Quincy's threats once again. Empty threats. If they really 'ad an intent of killing me, I'd be dead a long time ago. I mean, I'm a black-'aired awkward guy in a sea of blondes! 'ow 'ard am I t' find?

Any'ow, I burst in th' door, soaking wet. Thunder rolls be'ind me and th' door creaks shut again. But I'm not alone. There are two others there..."Well wasn't that an uncanny adventure?" I greet, flashing a smile.

Cricket: " 'ow was that?"
Uh...hey, you know what sounds good right now? Pie and coffee...heh...*cough* can't write to save his life *cough*

yup. too many 'any'ow's in there xD

Winnie blinked. "Ah...you too...mind reader, aye?"

xD

((Ah, you went already? Sorry, I didn't see >_<

Peter: *to Cricket* "Like I said, I'm not a coffee drinker."))

Senet
We turned around as a familiar voice spoke.
"Ah, 'ello Chreekeet," I said. "Sohrry to dhrop een so suddenly."

Sarah
I nod. "Mind reader and illusion artist. Puppeteer's my name, though I mostly go by Sarah."

Winnie leaned against a wall. "Aye? So is Sarah a real name or a nickname?"

Sarah
"The real name. Puppeteer's the codename." I pause and think a moment. "I don't think i have a nickname yet."

Cricket shrugged and squeezed some water out of his hair, making a puddle on the floor. "Ah, don' worry about it. S'long as you're a friend, I don't care."

Senet
"Ah, that's good," Peter said, "because we kinda have to stick around for a while..."

Winnie inspected her nails, thinking. "I'm gonna call you Willow."

Sarah
"Willow?" I question with a raised eyebrow. "What's the reasoning behind that?"

"Pft. B'cause for as long as I've known you all you've done is stand there letting water drip on your 'ead," Winnie said. Plus the whole reading minds thing...she figured Willows had a lot of memories, with how long they stood just listening.

Cricket nodded. "I figured. Seems like everyone is." He cocked an eyebrow at Peter's bloodied attire. "Did ya lose a bet, win a battle, or almost lose a battle?"

Sarah
I laugh. "Yeah, i guess. But I didn't have a clock to listen to. I settled for the leak as a second hand."

"I didn't ask for an explanation, I jus' said you stood around letting water drip on your 'ead. Y'know normal people don't do that, right?"

Sarah
I smile. "I'm not very normal, you know." My smile turns sad somewhat. "Alright. Sarah 'Willow' Kersey."

Winnie nodded smugly. "And you're stuck with that for life. None of this 'I'm-called-this-but-only-until-everyone-forgets-about-it' stuff. Me? I never forget, lassy." She tapped her temple.

Peter
"Almost lose," Peter replied, scratching the back of his head. "We were horribly outnumbered."

Sarah
I smile. "Neither do I, lassy," I say, taping my own temple. "I rather like it. Willow it will be." At least in Luna.

Cricket clicked his tongue. "Not fun." He continued to wring the water out of his clothes. "Made it back a'right though, I see. Want t' get that blood off your clothes?"

Winnie smirked. "Willow it is." As if she had just created a masterpiece.