They hadn't traveled long until a group of cloaked beings came into their line of vision. Well, into Ace's and Harper's view at least. Jasper was still zoned out and laughing at glowing vines whilst playing with a palm of the goop from the pond she had slid into earlier. As the trio came to a sudden stop, Jasper brought her gaze down and tried to focus her attention on the scene in front of them. With much effort put into stabilizing her eyes, she made out the familiar faces of the second group and its members trapped under a sort of net.
"Looks like someone started the party without us." Ace was covering up a hidden threat with her usual cheeriness.
"Guys? W-What's going on? What are you doing?" Harper blurted with an apparent mixture of both fear and bravery.
"We need the list. It's for the good of everyone." The dominant female voice radiated from a hooded figure standing before the scrawny male. With a hand extended in front of her, she urged for the possession of the Living List.
"A little life lesson for you Jasper...Always check for weapons. And then,"
Still woozy and air-headed, Jasper latched onto Ace as Harper took a blow to the face upon refusal of the girl's demand. Muscles tensed up underneath her grasp on the red head. Feeling a sense that Ace was ready to take it out on the veiled assaulters, Jasper hated to slow the fireball down by lagging behind her as dead weight and eagerly obeyed when she instructed for the aiding of the other team members.
"Hmph. Jasper, you try and help Leila and Harper. I don't think this one will be so nice as to let us walk by. I'd rather not have you get hit with a pole- and drunk. Not a good feeling I bet."
Nodding in compliance, she was about to scramble for the tall, straight man who currently had Leila in his authority, but something caught her attention, up in the air. Looking just below where the sheet of paper flitted about, the concealed "leader" accepted a full on body-to-body undertake from none other than Harper, the attack ending with a loud splash. Drunken tendencies kicking in, Jasper skipped towards the flying object with a wide grin, her pearly whites exposed and all.
"Come little listyyy! Oh don't fly away. You're my ticket back to Neww YORKK~! New York~!", she began to sing a broadway tune as she danced towards the Living list. Taking a snatching swing at it whenever it got close enough, the inanimate object with a paradoxical name would tease her fingers, but slip away only to ride on the encouraging gusts of wind made from her failed attempts. Before long she was beginning to loose patience as well as jumping energy. Seeing a rather large rock in the paper's future path she ran for the possible stepping boost. Landing her right foot straight onto its solid surface, Jasper stared in anticipation at the list which was drifting closer and closer to her. Like a wild feline pouncing on a gazelle under the hot African sun, the lanky albino propelled her stick figure towards her prey. Hand grazing its sharp edges, Jasper curled her fingers only to realize her mistake and miscalculations as she descended down to her awaiting doom of hard rocks. Well hello big purple bruises, here she comes.
Landing feet first, the shock taken from the weight drop toppled her off balance as she scrunched her face for facial embrace with a pile of stones. Groaning in pain, she rubbed at her reddening forehead which had smooshed itself against one of the protruding rocks. An angry bump starting to erupt from smack dab in between Jasper's eyebrows. She also noticed some blood that she had gotten from the Living List by means of a paper cut, which she had smeared all over her newly acquired, stubby unicorn horn(reference to bump).