SirenCymbaline

Boris watched in silent terror as Engel ran out into the dark, after Damascus. No. Not both. Not both of them. Go! he thought. Go help them! he shouted at ...

A shriek pierced the night. Boris froze. No sound followed immediately thereafter, but that did nothing to still the shock. It only meant that whoever had screamed might not have ...

How long had it been since I had last let someone else take the lead? I struggled to recall it. It was very possible, but I could not bring myself ...

Boris joined in, hand over Schadel's hand, and looked over at Engel expectantly.

Brian covered his ears, and flew up about as high as he could while still within the cover of the building. "Okay, go ahead!"

Brian coughed, and gathered himself. He dodged a kettle headed for his sternum, and stabbed it when it slammed into the dumpster instead. He threw the kettle into an oncoming ...

"Yeah, I know the one. Eeeh...We'll never know, but I feel as though whoever went to the bother of installing a sick labyrinth into their castle yard prolly didn't do ...

A moderately shaken Bleffles stood atop the staircase, where a large window overlooked a vast and intricate labyrinth, in a vaguely familiar alchemical pattern. Many parts of it where shielded ...

"Aheh. Heh. Yep, I love, I love mazes. They're the best." Bleffles muttered bewilderedly, not entirely there. She was still watching Griff to see if he would do anything. But ...

At least the others weren't scared. Theoretically, if the others weren't scared, maybe Bleffles could also be not scared. It was possible. It was conceivable. A thoroughly spooked Bleffles tried ...

"Ah, the besht way to make friendsh. Yer' sure to remember each other, when you make 'em like that. Eshpeshially the 'forgot to pretend die' part. Now thatssh sssstyle. -Alright, ...

Brian darted in and out of the flurry, materializing green throwing knives into his hands. He threw one into a filthy couch cushion, which exploded with a loud pop, spraying ...

"And Engel was from Prussia, too, and you still thought I was making it up." said Boris conceitedly, as he held his freshly spit covered hand out into the circle.

"Great. I'm not scared either!" Bleffles said, jokingly. It was very obviously untrue, but she hoped that the silliness of her statement might cheer Griffith up. She followed Adeline's suit, ...

"Oh, no, please... do that again." I breathed.