Charron_So it begins
The pumpkin with the purple hat resting on the docks, eyes moved as the boy, would be captain, rushed into the city of stone. It muttered under its under its breath " The boy...."
, its eyes and mouth, then became still as others started to head for the island. It counted the numbers and memorized their faces and looks for its master that dwells within the empty city. When all seemingly left to explore, it sprouted legs and arms, rapidly dashed into the city after them with a mad man's grin. While the cook, Matthew was stomping and crushing his way to a general store, his ears would sense a buzzing as looming above his head, a hornet's nest was stirring about on the ceiling. Suddenly the gambler, Jack, would feel a swift breeze near his face as a blade flew pass him sticking into the door, he opened for a glance. Inside the supposedly house, was a dinning room, with an odd number of chairs, five, and a pumpkin with a purple hat resting in a bowl in the center of said table. Inside the room, the brawler, Hojo,was had the words, LEAVE THE ISLAND
written on the floor with a blade, while the other brawler, Weber, it would seem to him, that someone was stalking him.
The Ivory lighthouse, the knight, Loop would notice as he flew that the light produced there has ceased. Upon inspection of the lighthouse, its grounds were well kept, and the building's maintain was flawless. If he were to explore the lighthouse further, he would find the door left open, and a chair, and a smoking pipe resting in ashtray, still smoking. The Vice Captain, in one of the more household buildings , she would perceive that all the books in the book case, were medical text books, and all but one was dusty. " Greyhen Notes
", was the title, the hard cover was worn on the dark red book, but no dust had gathered on it, and the appearances, it seemed that the book was always removed there. " ....CHARON...."
Said a loud and haunting voice inside the room, the vice captain was in here. Suddenly a wave of cockroaches flooded in the room, through the window, she recently opened.
Inside one of the tall buildings, in the center of the city, the scarecrow man was in a window looking outward. " Hmmm, these ones might be more difficult than the usual ones I get . "
He remarked grimly with a groan. " Oh dear, I hope, I don't need to vomit wasps at them or worst."
He worried out loud. " However, an armored battle cruiser, such a strange ship to have, especially since they appeared to be mixed and match.
" The scarecrow suddenly thought and started to stoke his chin. That wasn't kind of ship, you could get your hands on normally. And the group themselves, seemed to be disorganized as everyone scattered about, in different directions rather than tiny groups. It was all very odd to the scarecrow, especially the part about the boy mentioning an ally here of place, who was he talking about. " Oh dear, I think he might mean me.
" He realized and then sighed as he said " This is going to be so troublesome."
"Fate smiles on the strange. So its a good thing, I'm the strangest of all." - William Livingstone, Cirque de la Nuit