Wait, exactly where are we all!? There's a bunch of different interpretations.

I'm assuming I'm with Shadow and Mina, but Sprocket and Leva are somewhere else? 

Wow. I was so stupid. How could the eagle have done that? Oh yeah, go ahead and just drop your passenger hundreds of feet into a forest. That will definetely not get you disembled.

We scan the forest for hours, to afraid to drop down to ground level for fear of Elliot and his band of people. We finally give up as it is getting dark, and we decide to look more in the morning. Besides, Leva was smart and talented. She could manage for a night. Still, I felt super guilty, no matter how much Trillian told me it wasn't my fault. I was the one who had made the automatons.

We fly onto a rocky outcropping in one of the many steep hills. I start to try to build a fire, and Trillian walks around, assesing our situation.

She turns to me, "What are we gonna do?"

 I don't know if this is acurate. Are you with us Trillian or are you somewhere else? 

Animal Denizens: listen to me. See what happens when humans and mutants and robots clash. You are in the middle. The casualties are more animals than humans or autamatons or Scions. You are the oppressed millions. Rise up with me.

~ Trillian

yup, i'm with you guys

we had made camp in the middle of the forest.There was no sign of Shadow or Icy, so it was just Sprocket, Leva and i around the campfire. we needed to do something but i wasnt sure what. i hadent heard any news about Sasha, i assumed she was still searching for me in the ruins of sailhaven. Elliot had gone insane, and we had Catastrophy to deal with on top of everything else. I look over at Leva, "Do you know anything about the powers? if we can meet up with them, the good ones at least, we might be able to devize a strategy to get rid of at least Elliot."

(Trillian, I'm not with you and Sprocket at the moment.)

The gryphon glares at me and turns back to the corner.

"Wait!" I exclaim.

Redwing pauses.

"Can you help me?" I ask.

The gryphon turns to look at me.

"Go east."

Then it slinks into the corner, and I can't see it. 

Wow, that helped a lot. Go east. What's east?

But I walk east anyway. Pretty soon, after an hour or so, my body aches from the long day, and I look once again for shelter. But then I hear voices and see a light in the distance.

I quietly go to the source, and there sits them. The ones we've been fighting.

uuuuu.....guys I'm lost? Have we moved onto this thread now? Admins when the next power going to be done we need some organazation I'm so lost. 

Anyway, any other threads I should get caught up on? This RP is....sorrta died. Everyone stopped posting. );

Can someone please catch me up? And on any other thread I should be on...? 

My boots crunch the light layer of ash on the cool early morning near the ruins of the inn. Headmistress had graduated me early to work for Elliot's army, and I had accepted without hesitation. Even at the young age of 11, Headmistress had complimented me with telling me my skills were that of a graduate.

I briskly looked up, surveying the area.

Blackened and dead trees surrond the brick stump that was once the Bog and Burrow Inn in the clearing. Occasionaly, as I walk around, I find a clump of fur in a twig, or a couple of feathers. I pick one feather I come across and examine it. The light brown feather dances with the wind in my hand, but I keep a tight grasp on it. This is too big of a feather for even a falcon or eagle. From my studies, this can only be the sign of a bird-person. The way the feather is shaped and curved confirms my suspicious. A bird-girl.

Moving on, I find several clumps of fur that I grasp from the rocks and twigs. One fluffy clump is white and brown, showing the pattern of a tortiseshell cat. Near the twig is a small shoeprint, which means that the cat is a walking cat. Species run through my head. Anthro, Dolor Felis, Marchant Feline. Another clump close to it, this time darker and with a small strand of red, shows another cat. Two cats and a bird-girl. But there seems to be more.

"You almost done?" a soldier asks impatiently.

I hold up my hand without acknowldgeing him, and I continue to track the group.

I'm about to go back, but I see a tuft of fur stuck in the grass. A fox. It could be a regular fox, or not. And I don't know how many foxes there are. One at least, two at most.

I head back to the rest of the squadron when something catches my eye in a low, swaying tree branch. A piece of fabric clings to the branch and blows around in the icy breeze. 

So a fox, two cats, a bird-girl, and a human.

Next to the tree, where the forest starts to head deeper, I see a few faint tracks, but they are bold and clear enough to know that the group headed in that direction.

I walk up to one of the soldiers.

"They headed into the woods," I say, pointing in that direction.

"How do you know?" the soldier asks, uninterested. "You don't have a clue who we're going for."

"A fox or two, two cats, a human, and a bird-girl?" I ask, then inspecting my nails.

I silently smile at the stunned silence, looking back up.

"Yes," the soldier says weakily. "Two foxes by the names Alexander Richardson and Heather Abru, a bird-girl by the name of Maria Rachael Brown, otherwise known as shadow, a girl named Icy, and two cats by the name of Mina and Nira Fluer Peinture Amor Courageux. We are also after a cat named Leva, the sister of the other two cats, a vampire by the name of Trillian Coggs and a vampire by the name of Sprocket."

"Where are Leva, Trillian, and Sprocket right now?" I ask calmly.

The soldier shifts his weight uneasily. "We lost track of them. Lord Elliot is going to be mad, so we were hoping that you could help us. Maybe find the others and then ask them?"

"Alright, I don't want you asking her questions," a gruff voice says from behind the soldier.

A soldier steps out from behind the other, and the mark of a captain is on the soldier's shoulder. She glares at me.

"I'm in charge here," says the captain. "And we are going after Sprocket and her group first."

"That's not the wisest idea," I say quietly.

The captain scoffs at me. "How old are you?"

"Eleven," I respond.

"Eleven," the captain mocks, laughing along with the others. "And we're supposed to follow your plan-"

But the captain is cut short when she drops dead to the ground. My Aether pistol is still aimed, and I drop my arm down to my side, putting my pistol back into it's case. 

I turn to the soldiers. "Anyone else?"

The soldiers quickly shake their heads.

I nod. "Good. We're going into the woods."

We head into the woods, and silence trails behind me. The soldiers don't say a word for a couple of hours, when we finally reach the heart of the forest.

And then I hear voices.  

Me, Shadow, and (was there anyone with us?) look around. "The fire is getting closer.." I murmur. Shadow laughs slightly. "Well, then--

Wait, I just thought of something.

Guys, Bog and Burrow is underground, built under the Jolly Roger, a human tavern. How is it supposed to burn?