*guys, we DO have a discussion thread.*
Layne diminished the flame version of himself and rose from his crouching position, yawning. "Alright," he said, catching everyone's attention. "We've all got interesting powers. Now that we've established that-"
"Established what?" Gary asked, crossing his arms. Layne shook his head and looked down.
"That you're a raving lunatic. Now, can I finish?" Layne snapped. Gary grunted; obviously he and Layne would not be working together very well. Layne sighed. "Now it just comes to figuring out exactly how we're going to get to this Aunt Ivy's place."
At once, the others began to bicker and shout. How would they get there? It was in England, wasn't it? No? How, then?
Layne rubbed his temple, casually glancing up at the group and noticing the woman from before. His eyes got caught on her body, and the sheen of her hair. Felicie, she had called herself. Layne shook his head. Could he really love, with his current mental state?
