[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]Ashlyn Johnson[/color][/h1][/center]
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Ash held the lifeless form of Harper, still trying her best to heal her obviously dead new comrade. She knew Harper was dead...but she just didn't want to accept that fact. Ash had always been stubborn, if she set her mind on doing something then nothing would stop her.
She couldn't accept failure in any department....so there was no way she couldn't save Harper right? It was that kind of mindset which set her up for disappointment, frustration and various other unwanted scenario's but it was just how Ash acted.
Even so she still tried, wasting magical power and strength to heal Harper till eventually she suddenly just gave up and punched the tree they were sitting under. This sudden action caused her to drop Harper softly onto the ground, her fist now quite embedded in the trunk as various cracks ran up and down the tree.
[color=9e0b0f]"Damnit!"[/color] Ash's fist suddenly erupted into an inferno, turning the once large tree into a flying mess of splinters and other debris. The larger bits of debris damaged other nearby trees and covered Thor's cloak in ash and sawdust, along with whatever other crap the tree made. That also meant whatever cover they had from the rain was now gone as well of course, quickly washing away a lot of the debris from Ash.
Despite the intense frustration Ash felt, no tears came. She grieved the loss of Harper, but she had barely known the ninja....and she was used to death. There was no use wasting tears on the dead.
It was only at this stage that Ash had noticed the black fog that had enveloped them....it had the same powerful negative influence that the fat bitch had created. Anger was begining to build up within Ash now as she realised something which should've been obvious to begin with, the bitch wasn't alone.
She was just about to get up when she noticed something...strange happening to Harper. Was she breathing?
No she had to be seeing things...she had to get back and-no. She was definitely breathing. Ash took the time to...well stare in clear confusion while scratching the back of her head. Hell she JUMPED backwards as Harper suddenly took a large breath, her eyes as wide as saucers.
And who could blame her? She just watched her comrade suddenly come back to life!
She watched in horror as the ruined flesh quickly stitched itself back together and Harper herself seemed to be freaking out. But Ash had an inkling about what was happening. She had caught a glimpse of the dreaded rune in Harper's eyes when they had shot open...coupled with what they had seen Ash could only make an assumption here.
They might be dealing with a necromancer type bad guy here....no it couldn't be Nidhogg. This form of magic was foreign to her...
Harpers freaking out caused Ash's train of thought to crash like a drunk driver, blinking a couple of times as she stared in disbelief at the ninja.
[color=9e0b0f]"You...You died....Did the fog...Of course. Those things earlier were undead then? We're dealing with some serious dark magic then....maybe even her level of dark magic."[/color] Ash had began responding to Harper but quickly began mumbling to herself somewhere along the line.
Regardless she stood up and grabbed Harper's hand, also forcing the ninja up off the ground and onto her feet.
[color=9e0b0f]"We need to get to Sanders. Now. Everyone else is in danger...and I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out to this damned rain."[/color]

[center][h1][color=f49ac2]Jasmine Lockwood[/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=f49ac2]"...If you say so."[/color] Jasmine responded softly. She had a feeling that Penny was simply saying this to make her feel better, but surely Penny would've wanted a much more peaceful day off just to rest up for the last day instead of being dragged out to where they may or may not find Jasmine's parents.
[color=f49ac2]"...I think I remember a couple of large oak trees. I know it isn't a lot to go on, but maybe we should look for a group of large oak trees? Just as a base for the search."[/color]