"I, um, I-I...Popped out of the ground?" Erika said meekly. "I'm sorry!" She added. "I'm Erika." She mentally slapped herself for doing that. "I-I should leave." She said, hesitating. She sank lower into the ground and started walked away. Anyone right now would see the top of a head moving across the ground.

((...creepy...ish.))

Mike stepped back. Whoaaa. Girl popping out of the ground?! That was weird. Oh god. Was she dead or something? He couldn't tell. He was temped to scan this girl, but that would signal he was there. He wanted to be hidden...in a way. He didn't want to some threatening or anything. Maybe he should forget about the beat up dude and go back home...to play video games.

Jacques followed. His movements were fluid underneath the apparently rather heavy grey coat, getting inside just behind his companion, but waiting for him to order. Waiting in silence, he used the time it took Tanner to get his beer to secure a bar stool for himself and let his gaze wander over the other patrons. Nobody asked him for his ID when he ordered his wine, although his long hair did attract a few glances. Dark red in colour, his drink seemed close to violet at times.
He shrugged. "Had to go somewhere. Looking at what the monsters left behind isn't going to help any. This place may have been hit just as badly, but there are at least fewer memories attached," his companion replied staring into his glass as if he were fighting the urge to down all of it and get something stronger instead.
"How about you? What did you meet tonight?"

Tamika sighed and pulled a peice of candy out of her pocket and sticking it in her mouth. "Well apparently Witchy." She said saying her name in disgust. "Put a curse on a few people who hate each other but now caant live without each other. How am I suppose to help!?" She asked frustrated and confused. She hated watching people suffer.

"Hey, calm down." Anthony said, frowning. "It's not your fault." He said. "Maybe you need some help?" He asked. By help, he of course didn't mean him...maybe that stone headed rock wizard? Though, that guy's spells never did seem to work out right.

Inu growled. " Give her to me!! " he hissed. He suddenly lurched towards the winged man and grabbed one of his arms. Inu pulled on it, hoping to make that arm also pull Septer towards him or at least break it...

Septer stared wide eyed at Inu as he attacked Zack. She pressed her body closer for protection. Fear running through her.
She glanced at Zach's face, wondering why he would risk his life for her...she's just a human...food for monsters...

When the guy suddenly turned and picked her up and started flying...Frill couldn't help but yip in surprise...moon spirits never screamed because screams meant death...and she didn't think anyone was dieing...
She looked up at the guy with huge eyes.
" T-thank you... " she said, almost half-whispering it.
She then looked at the moon and her eyes turned into silver pools of light, she was sending a message to her mother, the moon...about how kind some monsters where...

Witchy nodded in agreement. " Okay...but one potion off limits it a love potion...I feel sorry for any fool you give that to... " she sighed.
Witchy looked back at him and noticed him facing away from her but at something else. She turned and spotted a girl coming out of the floor, odd, she thought.
She turned her head and spotted someone walking into Darius's garden. " Who are you? " she said, eyes narrowing in the guy's direction.

Slave's head twitched as he wanted to move it, to see who Witchy was talking to...his head twitched again but removed to move. Pain surged through him when it twitched thoughs two times.

Darius grumbled. A love potion would have been amazing in so many different ways. Although it might grow old and it if actually affected their emotions to the exclusion of everything else, well... he wasn't sure he was interested anyway.

He kicked the slave one last time before walking over to the head which had sunk into the ground and reaching for it, trying to pull the thing up by its hair. Whatever it was, he had no intention of letting it just get away. Maybe it would be a new toy... he certainly had ways to keep it off the floor if need be. It didn't look very exciting, of course not, but it didn't have to mean anything. After all he too could look any way he pleased and still be dangerous.