The waiter that paused nodded, hurrying off quickly and returning a few minutes later with the procurred drink. "Is there anything else I can get you?" he asked softly.

The raven-haired mand nodded to show he understood, his eyes falling to the sketchbook. "I see," he said softly. "My Creator writes... I'm sorry she could not be here herself to meet you all, but she'll be waiting at the castle for us when we arrive. Sorry if my quesitons seem strange, but I'm supposed to help get a look at the individuals that will be aiding us..."

Then he turned his attention to the dark haired young man. Gazing at him with his brilliant crimson eyes he asked, "And what about you? What is your preferred method?"

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"Gone? What do you mean, Vaughn's gone?"
There was silence as she listened to the voice on the other end of the phone.
"What do you mean, 'The fluffy white and green things came and took him'?!"

Calling All Creators -- It lives again! Warning, it is in the advanced section now!