Trapped in Time-Accepting!

[belle.]

Charity stood awkwardly, watching the Magic Speaker though occasionally she would glimpse around, catching sight of Lahca Ocelot and others that filled teh shelter. Noise from outside made Charity feel even more uneasy but she found the strength to pull herself together and hence she reflected that of a calm, young French girl. Pale skin and emerald eyes.

[Whitie]

Wolfgang had kept his mouth shut, although he couldn't help but to shift his gaze upon the new comers. They intrigued him, especially after all that he had undergone so far. Although he still wasn't accustom to what exactly was going on, he still was interested on what kind of people they were. His head tilted a little to the side as he perked up an eyebrow, before tilting his head to the other side. Although he was as curious as he was, he remained in his spot but had taken his hand off of his revolver. These new comers were probably just as lost as the rest of them.

[XanthussMarduk]

"Yes, the Druids knew magic, or so they said. I didn't believe that they did." Shax said, "does no one even know which country we are in?" Shax asked once again, He turned to the warden. "You are from this world, what do you call your country?"

[Snips.]

"Where am I?" Fayine asked, appearing all of a sudden. Last thing she remembered was her mother being taken away and her hugging Yarrow crying. Now she was surrounded by strange people in a strange place!

[belle.]

Charity nodded slightly at Shax, head still bowed though her gaze was set upwards. Her clutched hands shifted slightly as she stood awkwardly, she was unsure of the past days occurances and she felt uneasy and displaced. When a young female, Fayine, appeared, Charity's attention switched to her, sympathetic she looked at the lady but remained silent and kept at a distance.

[Crabbiey]

(For when they transport, when and where to next?)

Hun Miquiztlit attacked again and frowned when he heard a strange thing said. Looking up he saw a boy dressed most oddly, it wasn't a festival. So why all the bright colours?

The Warden looked at yet another odd man "England." Why didn't they know? They definately weren't right in the head, he needed to find help for them. Who could he contact?

[belle.]

"But how did we get to England, Monsouir?" Charity asked politly, taking a step toward the Warden.

[Queen of Chaos]

(For when they transport, when and where to next?)

(Maybe the American Revolution? 1492 on one of Columbus's ships? Uh... Ancient Rome? X3)

Hun Miquiztlit attacked again and frowned when he heard a strange thing said. Looking up he saw a boy dressed most oddly, it wasn't a festival. So why all the bright colours?

"Who you starin' at?" Burt asked. He never liked being stared at, infact being recorded kind of gave him the willies.

[Crabbiey]

(Errr, there's no girl.... Should they go back to where Hun Miquiztli and Lahca Ocelot are from. That would be chaos!)

[Queen of Chaos]

(Errr, there's no girl.... Should they go back to where Hun Miquiztli and Lahca Ocelot are from. That would be chaos!)

(Okay, i edited it. And that should be good to transport to. >:3 )