#judicators (event: mistified)

[indomitableblackdragon]

"Ah where are we going? Did you want me to meet someone?

"Yeah uh...a friend. Not anyone you probably know. None of the girls from the port are over here."

Trying to come up with an explanation as to why she was here was going to cause Jersey to have headaches beyond what she was normally accustomed to. She wasn't exactly new to weird things happening before but seeing someone she knew was completely gone way before her time accompanying the new misty area was certainly something she had to deal with all alone.

Sure she could go off and tell her "Boss" that a friend just popped up from the grave and everything was fine. But that would've just thrown more questions on the table then answers. Besides she really didn't want to expose Yorktown to the crazy people just yet. Nobody deserved that kind of "punishment" this early on.

Instead New Jersey found the nearest person on the streets and ran up to them, acting as if she known them her entire life

"Hey funny question. Do you see this person right by me?" She said in a rather fast voice before looking back towards her fellow sister in arms.

"Oh is this your friend?"

"....Yeah lets go with that." Maybe they could be friends after this. So long as she didn't scare them away the first chat...

@judicators | mistified starter

[thrillingtremors]

@judicators // event starter call.

as the mist faded, danny was immediately overwhelmed by the humidity of the swamp that now spread out before him. he'd never managed to figure out where, exactly, this little slice of bayou land had come from, only that it had once been situated somewhere in the united states. it was hell, in his opinion; he'd about melted in florida, but this place had taken it to a new level of disgusting. at least this time he wasn't garbed up in that heat sink of a disguise - a small boon, given that every exhale only served to remind him of how dank and oppressive the air was here.

but, of course, there was someone else who had followed him into the realm; it was difficult not to hear someone else's breathing when everything came out soggy around here. he suspected it was not of their own volition, but rather that they had stumbled upon it and been gifted the opportunity to suffer alongside him.

'i'd say welcome, but this place is...' he turned to face the interloper, but his boots sank into the mud. 'shit!'

as he struggled a moment to regain his footing and, finally, loosen his foot from the thick mud with a squelch, he saw the triangular symbol drawn into a nearby patch of semi-solid ground - and further beyond it, hanging from a wooden pillar staked into the ground, a rusted, bloodied hook. shit, indeed. the air suddenly seemed a lot heavier as he realized they were unlikely to be left alone here for long. what a fucking joke his life had turned into.

'the mud's about to be the least of our problems here.' he nodded his head towards a copse of trees nearby. 'keep an eye out, will you? for anything. though, if you hear growling... we run.'