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Started March 01, 2019 by @Capture-The-Moment

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The redhead shrieks and backs away.

A smile crawled across Neirym's face. He turned to the older man. "I am afraid I am older than all these children. Than you in fact. It might cause a problem."

"Trust me Neirym, it wont cause any problem at all, if anything, it will give us an advantage."

"W-what kind of problems?" the girl whispered as she twiddled her thumbs. She didn't understand what was going on and wanted to go home.

His smile grew even wider. "Fabulous."

Tristan mouth curled in disgust and his hand brushed against his belt loop where his brass knuckles sat clipped to a keychain holder, "Whatever you're talking about doesn't sound fun!" He was nervous but didn't want to show it.

His smile made her feel more uncomfortable about the situition

"On the contrary dear sir," his eyes flashed with cruel pleasure. "It sounds most amusing."

The redhead turns towards the boy sitting on the floor with fear and sadness in her eyes. She noticed his brass knuckles.

Tears formed at Tristan's eyes. He tried to blink them away, but they fell faster until he was crying in front of a bunch of random people, "I just wanna go home!" He sobbed, sinking to the ground and covered his face with his hands.

"Oi, where the bleeding hell are we?!" Brie entered the room. She had a round face, brown hair and eyes, and a buttermilk complexion (basically looks like Summer Strallen with a hint of Karen Gillan in the mix). "I told you, I have no idea!" Snail replied, he was tall, muscular, with short grey-brown-black fur like that of a raccoon's, minus the mask pattern on the face, as well as a little black nose and all-black eyes with only a thin ring of brown around the pupils, and no whites. "Hey, you didn't have to break our figging ship! Now we're stranded in this… whatever it is!" Brie glared. "As am I," a hard-to-make-out figure said. It had a female form, but glowed slightly, with no distinct features, a trail of luminance following and fading out behind her as she walked. "Well shit, it's Avalon." Brie glared at the woman, as Snail muttered something that sounded like 'watch your language'.

"Quiet child!" Neirym commanded. "There is a so much worse I can do."

The redhead went to comfort the young boy as well as trying not to cry herself

He turned lazily at the newly appeared people. "Greetings newcomers," he drawled. "Welcome."

"I-i just wanna go h-home ma'am…why won't he let us leave…?"

"Cocky. Newcomers, rather medieval if I'd have any say. Snail, deal with lady dipshit over there, I'll sort out Mr. Ego." Brie nodded, her accent a heavy Northern one, similar to what you'd hear in Blackpool. She was from there, after all.

I-I don't k-know," she stuttered tears forming in her eyes. She bit her lip to keep them from falling.

"Hardly medieval sir." Neirym replied. "Just proper English.

"Hey, that's ma'am to you, weirdo. What is this place anyways?" she glared.

She hugged the child tighter afraid they might hurt the him

"I don't know. I just came to have some fun."

Tristan wiped the tears from his eyes and looked up, "Who're you, ma'am?" He turned his head to the conversation that was being held nearby.

"My names Lacie," she replied softly

"I'm Brie Miller. That's Snail, and that's Avalon the evil dipshit who refuses to go and die in a trench alone." Brie said with high confidence.

"Nice to meet you all, I guess." Tristan looked at the powerful looking woman, "Are…are you going to get us out of here?"