Alex stops by the base of the tree, kicking the base of the tree to wake the sleeping person in it, crossing her arms and waiting for her to wake up. "get up" she orders, though not unkindly. "i'm going to teach you how to control your power" she informs her, gesturing to her backpack.

"go away" Maple ignored her and kept sleeping

"fine, then" she huffs, walking off. "are you sure?" i ask "she seems like the most sane person here, i'm not sure i would want to be alone with all these crazy people" i say, skeptically.

Maple lifted her head and looked at them rubbing her eyes sitting up

"come on, i'm not leaving you with a bunch of crazy people" i tell her, fondly. "even if you hate my guts" i add, following after alex.

Maple slid down and followed after her friend "there's alot of crazy people just because you can't tell if there crazy or not doesn't mean they arnt" she said simple out of intelligence and not to be a jerk she was going for her friends safety and nothinggg else

"maybe" i shrug "but i'd rather only be around one crazy person than the whole lot of them" we follow alex down a few back alleys to a large area boxed in on almost all sides by walls. the walls are covered in spray painted initials in all sorts of colors and fonts and sizes, like a gallery of personality.

"this is the wall of names" she announces, gesturing broadly. "when someone joins us, they put there initials here. these are mine" she explains, pointing to a blue and green pair of initials three of the walls are completely covered, while the fourth wall is only a bit covered.

I trot behind my friends, fire sparking at my paws in exitment

"hm why would you do this if your just gonna end up covering someone else's name" she asked wondering

"That's a lot of names," I murmur under my breath. I wonder how many of these people are still alive......