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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DES'S TEAM

[hisstupidheart]

Des has taken up the lead position whether his two compatriots give a shit or not- aside from the Doctor, he's actually been here, and, well, he wouldn't trust the Doctor's sense of direction farther than he could throw him. The guy seems a little... Loopy.

"Y'know the freakiest thing about this place," Des says, talking to drown out the occasional call of the cuckoo. "Besides those damn birds, I mean? It doesn't change. I tried to map these friggin' woods from Day One and nothing would stay the same long enough, but this." He stops and taps a dark and gnarled tree where a long scar mars the trunk. "I marked that myself, in case I tried to come back. It's in the same place. What d'you boys make of that- creepiest spot in the woods and it doesn't even try to make like a labyrinth on us."

[lovethissuit]

Peter rolls his eyes from on top of Fowler as he shifts in the saddle. Keeping his burnished behemoth buddy at a slow amble, he doesn't want to outpace either the Doctor or Bruce Campbell. It's not easy given the damn thing keeps looking back at Peter with its ears perked up as if this is just some pleasure jog into the forest instead of an actual mission.

"If that's what's topping your list of freaky around here, you need to get out more." Because between the monsters and the magic and the fact he's riding a giant metal tiger... Yeah. No.

There's also a niggling suspicion that maybe he just isn't as big on his orienteering skills as he thinks he is, because. Seriously. It's Bruce Campbell. Maybe mid-80s Campbell, but still. Course, Peter won't say that out loud, pshaw.

[hisstupidheart]

"I get out too much. That's my problem." Des would say something about the giant metal tiger, but he'd rather not press the issue of which fairy he had to jerk off to get that when the Doctor's around to hear about his little immortality thing.

"It should bug you a lot more, Fed-Boy. Consistency is only a good thing when it's in your nice, safe bureaucratic hole in the fuckin' wall. Out here, it's a sign. Fae hate consistency."

At least his do and thus far, they haven't really been all that much different from the fae in his world.

PRENTISS' GROUP

[savesherself]

Prentiss has had her gun in hand since they left the barracks, and as the larger group breaks off into smaller teams, it's certainly not going anywhere. She moves automatically to take the lead, pushing through the tangled underbrush ahead of the others - there's no path to follow here, and she's not sure she'd trust one not to lead them into a trap if she found it.

"If I never have to go on another hike through creepy woods," she murmurs, half to herself, "it'll be too soon."

[notalighieri]

Dante remained silent as the groups met and exited the barracks. He even kept his mouth shut during the trek out into the darker parts and until they lost track of the others. He's still a bit irritated at Spencer, but after the heavy drinking binge that followed later that day he's not entirely sure he cares. Still; somewhat annoyed.. but mostly at himself. Anyway. keeping silent and on good behaviour was getting old

[numbersnfigures]

A knot had formed in Spencer's throat when he realized that Dante was with his rescue group. Fortunately, he had Emily and Beckett to run interference, though he knew that his issue with Dante would have to be put aside for the sake of group cohesiveness. They'd never reach their target if they couldn't work together, and Spencer was determined to save Will. Still, they had been wandering for a little while and he couldn't help but feel like this entire operation was half-baked at best.

"Ah.. do we know where we're headed? We don't have a map... we don't even know where Will is precisely."

[OOC - JSYK, next week is the week where everything ever is due for the semester, so tagging will probably be slow-ish on my part.]

[noheatnikki]

Kate took a long moment to examine each of her team members. She wasn't sure what to think about the blonde kid, but the two FBI agents seemed decent. And the blonde guy did have a sword, which could work to their favor. Given how the creatures had not been deterred by her bullets the last time, a sword might be more effective anyway. Still, the longer they stood around splitting hairs in the forest, the longer they just painted huge target signs on their backs.

"We should have discussed this before leaving the barracks. Whoever knows the area best should lead. I would vote that whoever can survived being mauled by big things with angry teeth should take up the rear. The two in the middle should each watch a side."

Team Phantom and Wizards

[invisibill]

Danny casually phases through a tree as he follows after his group. Two feet behind and ten feet above them. Hey, just because he was here on a rescue mission didn't mean he was about to trust them not to attack if he got too close. If he could have gotten away with it, he would have done this without ever letting them know he was there.

"So, anyone ever been to this Dark Woods place before?"

[unholeytwin]

Oh? A ghost? Fred and George are totally unfazed and not all that interested. Doubly so since your head's not nearly falling off. But Fred will just be walking along with his wand out, tip ignited from Lumos to shed some light on the path.

"Not these particular Dark Woods, but I'd be lying if I said we're lacking in creepy forest experience overall."

[holeytwin]

George, like his twin, also had his wand outstretched, tip of the wand lit. And hey, it would only figure that this entire place would have a ghost around - they'd have to figure out how he died later, maybe it was something more exciting than it looked.

"Who calls it Dark Woods anyway? It's lacking the catchy alliteration."

[w_for_wizard]

Harry doesn't have a wand and doesn't need one - though he's really missing his staff about now. The pentacle around his neck gleams silver-blue, casting enough light that he's not going to trip over his own feet on the dark path... though he has to worry a little about just what might be attracted by the light or magic or both.

"Fae don't tend to go for catchy alliteration. Though I guess it does lack a certain... poetry..."

Team Badass Normal

[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."

GROUP FOUR (Fletcher, Takato, Motoko)

[fullbodycyborg]

Motoko had still to make up her mind about this place and her situation, but sitting on her ass did not fit her personality -regardless how strategic a defensive and 'safe' plan might sound to some. Signing up to resque people provided insight to both the other people here and the dangers. Presuming it was all real, of course. Although she had decided to act as if it was real, Major Motoko Kusanagi is far from convinced. Then again, without proof or any ability to fight it off by the regular means... all there was to do was to follow the flow and keep a look out for patterns; hints, and opportunities.

Walking deeper into the woods in silence, she's silently watching the other two members of her group. She's unsure what to make of them yet but time will tell. A quick glance at the 'GPS' and she pockets her journal and keeps her eyes trained on the forest.

"Previous combat experience?" She breaks the silence with a straight out and to the point question.

Re: GROUP FOUR (Fletcher, Takato, Motoko)

[gallantgoggles]

Takato walks quietly next to Guilmon. This wasn't the Digital World, but it was just as dangerous. And in cases like this, he knew that Guilmon's senses were much better than his own. If something got close, he trusted his partner to smell it.

He glances up in surprise. "Well, I don't know if you would call it combat experience, but we've had to fight a lot of times. We fought the Wild Ones and the Devas. And we were fighting the D-reaper just before we were brought here."

Re: GROUP FOUR (Fletcher, Takato, Motoko)

[fullbodycyborg]

Motoko eyed the strange kid and his pet. "I'm afraid those names mean nothing to me, but the size of your-" a slight pause, "-partner, back at the junk yard I am assuming he can defend himself."

A child on a rescue mission in this place? It was a good thing she'd left human emotions behind her, mostly; and that none of this was likely to be real, probably. Right.

Re: GROUP FOUR (Fletcher, Takato, Motoko)

[gallantgoggles]

Takato just keeps smiling cheerfully as he walks. Being doubted by adults was nothing new. They always worried, but that was just the way it was. It had never bothered him.

"Don't worry about us. The D-Reaper was much scarier than anything we have seen here. And we have to, we can evolve to Dukemon."