They'll speak of girls who met their fate in shadows in the wood...

[babylonmods]

The walk out to the Dark Woods is uneventful, if perhaps a little unsettling. What starts out as a bright, breezy spring day becomes less and less cheerful the farther the group gets from the barracks

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[mrsarcastic003]

Tim is walking along with Cissie and Murphy, kind of pretending to use his crutches, but mostly just keeping them ready in case he needs to use them as weapons. They're not really a staff, which would be his preference, but his hadn't been in his daytime belt, and he hasn't had a chance to fashion a good one yet.

Maybe when they get back.

...No. Definitely when they get back.

"Anyone else feel eyes boring into the back of their neck?" he asks quietly. He doesn't glance around, but the paranoid wish to do so is definitely there.

[whateverthemess]

Murphy, Fidelacchius out and lighting the way, grunts. "I just hope they can't actually do it."

The worst part is, she wouldn't be surprised. She glances at the comm and changes direction slightly, looking back at Tim and Cissie and really wishing the girl had stayed behind. Experience or no, without a weapon and the willingness to use it, she's a dangerous addition to the group.

You let Tim come out with nothing but crutches, part of her says. She instructs that part to shut up.

[notarrowette]

Cissie follows, keeping an eye on their surroundings. Murphy's glowing sword is... well, special. It's a little comforting to know they have a weapon that isn't a set of crutches, but it's also glowing like a neon sign saying "HERE WE ARE COME GET US." Her hands are itching for a bow; she would hate herself for that, if she wasn't so preoccupied with the potential dangers--and Murphy's obvious disapproval of her presence.

Part of her agrees with Murphy and wonders why the hell she didn't stay behind, but there's another, more deeply stubborn part that wants to prove she isn't useless. Which is... a psychological tug-of-war she can deal with later when they're safe again.

"You and me both. I'm not sure I want to know what might be watching us right now."

She also really wishes that ring wasn't still on her finger.

[mrsarcastic003]

"Bunnies," Tim says solemnly. "Happy fluffy bunnies, in varying shades of pastel. The ones that lay chocolate eggs and... I don't know. Fart rainbows."

He glances at the Sword Murphy's holding. "Handy that that thing doubles as a flashlight."

[whateverthemess]

She snorts. "Not sure what Raphael would think of his sword being called a flashlight."

Murphy knows this is probably a bad idea, having it out as they go into the dark like this, but it's as much a shield as a lamp. The forest in its own way reminds her of Chichen Itza. The vampires, the Lords of Outer Night, and the fear and power of the angel speaking through her-

She shudders, focusing on the present again. First time that's snuck up on her in at least a month. She looks at her communicator again. "If this thing isn't lying, we're getting fairly close."

[notarrowette]

"Raphael? As in the angel?" Cissie's eyebrows raise and she looks at the sword a little more closely. "I doubt the artist had much use for swords. There's always the ninja turtle, I guess. Which seems a lot less crazy after being here a while than it would have before."

...So sometimes she babbles when she's nervous. What of it?

[mrsarcastic003]

"The turtle used sai," Tim says absently. He blinks when Cissie turns a disbelieving look on him. "What? Everyone knows that. Raphael uses sai, Michelangelo uses nunchaku, Leonardo uses a katana, and Donatello uses a staff. Don't look at me like that."