Moi~

"Alright," I say, repeating myself. "Alright. Let's take this a little slower. Who's blood."

But Inky and Unsuspecting both look at me wide-eyed, and glancing back at Lucy, she looks towards the forest.

"Look," she points out. "There's a light."

I raise an eyebrow and slowly walk up to her, looking in the direction of her finger. I sense Inktail and Unsuspecting behind me.

"But we should try to inspect the blood trail," Inktail declares.

I look behind me but notice that Unsuspecting has already traced it back to the general forest that we are looking in.

I smirk and Inktail and shrug, and she just smiles and rolls her eyes. "Whelp, I guess there's no harm in chasing this blue light now. It's not like it'll lead us straight to a trap or anything."

Ah, sarcasm. She speaks my language. 

"Look, we'll be fine," Lucy interjects. "Everyone have their weapons?"

Inktail nods and unsheaths her katana, Unsuspecting holds up her quill pen, Lucy her axe, and I pull out my lightsaber.

"Good," I say. "Let's go."

Trekking through the woods, we find that's it's one of those typical dark woods places. Unsuspecting says outloud that this could be in the depths of the deeper threads in BaB. We all agree, but it's more like an agreeing grunt because our level of focus is sky hi-

My attention is distracted by glowing mushrooms that seem to glow brighter the closer we get to the light source. But the light source is weird. It doesn't seem to be anything dangerous, but it's more like a floating small screen that shows... DARTH VADER AND VOLDEMORT BATTLING?

Someone laughs out loud and another claims Voldemort the winner before the fight is ever over. I think Darth Vader, but the battle continues on and on. Of course. Nondescript Hobbit made it, and the thread died off in their battle, sinking down in the BaB.

But there's something suspicious going on here....

As if on cue, an arrow whizzes past Inktail's silver hair, and we all duck down quickly.

"The same arrow used to kill the first CBer," Unsuspecting mutters.

"Of course," I reply. "This was a distraction. We need to be more careful."

With agreenment, we crawl our way out of the forest, but not the way we came from. We go deeper until we reach a lighter place with birds chirping and elvish music playing.

I jolt up. This is all too familiar.

Of course. It's my BaB thread for the LoTR RP that died and sunk so early on. 

*sank

Leafmist~

I see Lucy, Killim, and Inktail, followed by a small crowd, running toward BaB.

"What's going on?" I yell. I saw the dead body stumble into the town hall, and heard CBers fussing over the note attached to the arrow he was shot with, but I never got to see what it said. "What's happening?"

"The CBers in BaB are about to be trapped! We have to warn them! Come on!" Nebula yells back. I run with her, all the way to the towering teal gates of BaB. The "Blab about Books" above it carved in crystal glitters in the sunlight. I push open the gates and follow the crowd of CBers inside, dreading what I might see. Some are running out of a building that says "The School for Good and Evil". Blood is spattered on the door. We're too late.

Lucy, Killim, Unsuspecting and Inktail are standing over the blood, discussing what to do.

"We should try to inspect the blood trail."

"Everyone have their weapons?"

"Good. Let's go."

"Hey!" I call. "What's happening?"

"We're about to go through the woods to find where this blood came from." Unsuspecting replies.

"May I come with you?"

"Of course," they say. "Strength in numbers."

I join the four of them, and we set off in the woods.

Suddenly, and arrow whips past Inktail's head, narrowly missing her.

"The same arrow used to kill the first CBer," Unsuspecting mutters.

"Of course," KIllim mutters. "This was a distraction. We need to be more careful." We continue deeper into the forest, until we reach a clearing with birds tweeting and elvish music playing in the distance.

"Where are we?" I ask.

"This is my LotR RP that died..." Killim replies.

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Lucy, Killim, Unsuspecting and Inktail, I hope you don't mind that I joined your expedition in the forest.  

@RP--heh, we had the same idea! I thought that the different threads of the different parts of the CB would be buildings, too! And, by the way, the main villain isn't going to be an actual CBer. He/she'll be a mystery CBer. We can make up his/her identity when we come to meeting him. (If we get that far...mwahaha.)

And I'll post tomorrow! I can't wait to find out--or make up myself--what the mystery attackers will be. 

BTW, sorry for the quality of my writing, too. I'm not revising it at all because I only have half an hour during the week, so I'm pressed for time. 

I'm very, very sorry, I don't think I have time to write in this RP anymore. I'll still read it, its going great! Admins, dont worry, they'll save you! Leafpool, great idea, I cant wait to read more. Everyone, well done, its looking great.

I'm SO sorry! I didn't think it would be like that. I was thinking about a TOP a month from today. You don't HAVE to do it. Sorry Gen. Waffleson. I just thought you wanted to be introduced. Sorry everyone.

Finally, I can post! 

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Icy stands in front of me, her hands outstretched as a shield forms around us. A split second before a green-fletched arrow reaches RP, Icy's protective barrier molds seamlessly around us. The arrow hits the ice and splinters.

I stand up, at least as far as I can while keeping a hand on my bleeding leg, and look around. The arrows are still coming, breaking into pieces when they hit the ice shield with small thuds. Danie looks worried.

The then another arrow--this one bigger than the rest--hits the ice, and with a small feeling of panic I notice the ice cracking. Little lines running all along the globe of ice--cracks no wider than a thread.

"ICY--" I yell, and she turns to me, her eyes widening when she sees the cracks. At the same moment, the bushes rustle and the mystery attackers step out of the forest.

Then the whole world falls down around us.

~

The first thing I notice when I wake up is the strong odor of pine needles. Now, in most cases, I like the scent of pine needles. It reminds me of Christmas. But this smell is overwhelming, sickening--it makes me want to throw up.

Then I fell the rope. Strong rope around my wrists and ankles, cutting into my skin. I try to sit up, thanking fate that I took gymnastics and can sit up without my hands--but the world is still hazy around me and I fall back, my mind spinning.

Where are we?

I turn my head slightly to the left, and then to the right, and through my blurred vision I see the others that were with me in the same predicament that I am--tied up, lying on the ground.

I breath in deeply, but then hurriedly breath out again because the pine-needle-scent is so strong.

Is this how we end? We've barely even begun our quest and we already failed. 

I bite my lip. Hard. No. We haven't failed. There must be some way to escape from here--wherever here is.

~~

So, I'm thinking we've been captured by our attackers--the pine needles are part of an incense or something that they're burning to keep us unsteady and dizzy--and we need to escape somehow.