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You were sleeping and in your dream you were spinning in a vortex. You wake up but the dream continues. You stop soon and you're lying in a ruin you look around and see that there's something familiar to it. You feel like you'll be sick. You're confused about it all.


(Okay everyone. We're all in different rooms of the house that I will be assigning which rooms you end up in. No one recognizes it until a certain thing happens.)

Feel free to post now I'll be making replies to get every one into the entrance way. ^^

Andrew= The first floor parlor
Daniel= Second floor hallway (The roof's gone)
Charlotte= a first floor guest room
Martha= The kitchen (One wall is missing)
Kestrel= A Second floor bedroom in the opposite wing as Daniel. (Roof's gone and most of the outer walls.)
Lark= The dinning room.

Kestrel opens her eyes and blinks in confusion. I'm not still dreaming, I am? She sat up right, feeling nauseous and confused. How did I get here? She instinctively reaches for the scythe that was kaleidoscope in her belt, flipping her wrist so the weapon stretched out to it's full size. More importantly, where I am?She uses the scythe to stand up, looking around for any immediate danger. Seeing none, she focused on her surroundings. She looks up to see open space. No roof. Good, I could fly if need be. Kestrel slowly walks around the room, stretching her wings, stiff from sleeping. Most of the walls are gone too. I'm in a ruined house. A twisted bed frame with a lumpy mattress crouched in a corner. A set of dusty, broken drawers loomed in another. Kestrel walked over to the drawers cautiously, and pulled open a drawer, only for it to break under her grip and clatter to the floor. Knowing that someone else could most likely hear the noise, Kestrel whirled, her scythe at the ready. What do I do now? There's no point in staying in this room. Whoever, or whatever brought me here probably knows I'm right here. It's better to move around. She waited for a few minutes to see if anything or anyone responded to the loud crash, not wanting to walk out the door right into the hands of an enemy. She stood, her back to the drawer, her scythe pointed toward the door, and her wings half-open, ready to spring at any second.

Martha looks around the room spinning. She put her hand on her stomach and the other on her mouth. She felt like Jimmy had made her ride a roller coaster. She heard a noise from the room above her. She looked around and thought she knew where she was but wasn't sure. She noticed one of the walls was missing. She walk out and saw that there was a wing in the room above her. She removed her hands and concentrated. "etativeL ot eht dnoces roolf." She whispered the words like her mother had taught her. She started rising to the room. She prepared herself for whatever she'd find. She saw a winded girl and cleared her throat to make sure she hadn't startled her.

Kestrel turned to face whoever had cleared their throat, and swung her scythe down in a non-threatening position once she saw that whoever this girl was, she wasn't pointing a sword at her throat of anything. She stayed in a defensive position as she looked at girl more closely. "Did you bring me here?" she finally asked, wanting to know if this girl was behind this. After all, she had appeared there without Kestrel hearing any footsteps. She folded her wings closer against her back, not wanting to fly away anytime soon.

Lark groaned, curling up into a ball. She just wanted to wake up from this dream. She blinked, realizing she was awake. She opened her eyes fully, registering that she wasn't in her bed. She heard a distant crash, which sent fear shooting through her. Sitting upright, she looked around, hoping whoever was there was friendly, or at least far enough away to get her bearing, and prepare for a fight. She stood shakily, hoping her legs could hold her until the nausea left her. She was in some sort of dining room. Broken chairs littered the floor and a huge oak table was in the center of the room. Lark crept across the room, not wanting to alert her presence to anyone. She slid a knife from her belt, the one with a magnetic handle, as she left the room. Finding the hallway empty, she pushed open a random door, not wanting to be in the open hallway. She almost backed out of the room when she saw a girl in it, but the girl might be able to help her, so she took a breath, and went in, purposely shoving her knife in it's sheath loudly so the girl would notice her. (It's Charlotte)

Martha floated down carefully. "I was hoping you knew who brought me here." She said calmly smiling a bit. Martha kept her thoughts clear to be ready to use her magic if necessary. She could tell this girl was probably a hero from somewhere. "I'm Mythira and you are?" She asked careful to keep her distance.

"Kestrel," answered Kestrel tersely. "I don't suppose you know if there's anyone else here?" she asked, careful not to reveal any information about herself, even though she wasn't talking much. She returned the small smile, but barely. It was obviously fake too. She crossed over to the doorway, peering out into the hallway, but making sure that she could keep and eye on Martha.

And look at my second post for Lark.

(I'm working on the reply for Lark just hang on....)

Martha watched the girl carefully. "I'm not sure but I could easily find out...." She said thinking of how to say the spell. She wasn't sure why but the very air there reminded her of something but she couldn't put her finger on it. "I was just wondering if you have the feeling you know this place?" She asked knowing it might be a spell that was casted on them and it wasn't just her.

A loud crash from the next room woke Daniel and he yawned loudly and stretched. Opening his eyes he noticed he wasn't in his apartment, instead he found himself in a very dilapidated, slightly familiar hallway. The wallpaper was faded and peeling, leaving the walls bare and the roof was completely missing. He lay on the ground, unfazed. He had been pretty wasted the night before and this wasn't the first time he had passed out in a place like this. Then he remembered the dream of flying through a vortex and sat straight up. -Was that a dream? I hope it was a dream.- He thought to himself, standing up. That's when the nausea hit him. Daniel covered his mouth so he wouldn't vomit. This wasn't hangover nausea, he had overcome that some time ago. This felt more like...
-Motion sickness? Aww, no.- That vortex was no dream. Shaking off the sickness he headed toward where the crash had come from.

Kestrel nodded, "So I'm not the only one. Hey, why don't we go see if there's anyone else here? I'm sure we're not the only ones in this....." she gestured to the surrounding area, "...place," she finishes, not knowing what to call it. She puts the scythe back into her belt, before taking it out again. This time, she didn't unfold it, and gripped the small cylinder in her hand. Without waiting for a reply, she walks out into the hallway, glancing around for any signs of living creatures, friendly or otherwise. She froze when she spotted a boy in the hallway. She tensed, ready to flip open her scythe and fight, but not wanting to attack in case he was like her and the other girl. She stayed quiet, wanting to know his intentions.