Do I really need to say it?

IN

Sylvia had forgotten about King Mickey,and she smiled uneasily. "Oh, I forgot"

She then listened to Merlin's instructions as he mentioned her taking the boy with her, Sylvia 's shoulders were slumped "In other words, a babysitter"she thought dismally. She noticed that they were staring at her so she stood up straight and stiff and replied formally "We shall leave as soon as possible and I will complete the assignment you have given me." she turned around about to head off in a direction but then turned back with an embarrassed smile "Where exactly are the gummi ships again?"

Uh, is it me, or my profile wasn't seen?

OOC : Ack, sorry Rune, I skipped over it while reading through the posts. Yea, your in.

===Sylvia & Zephyr===

Merlin chuckled, noticing her disappointment. "Well, can't have you chasing dragons if there aren't any to fight!" He pointed out jokishly, shaping a mock dragon out of mist coming from his robes. At her question, the dragon palmed it's forehead and vanished, leaving a chuckling Merlin behind. "Here, I'll give you a boost!" He joked, teleporting Sylvia and Zephyr towards the entrance of the Gummi Ship compound.

"But I'm huuuunnnngryyyyyy...."

===Kurae===

The guard blinked. "Are you new here, or something?" He asked, crossing his arms in wonder. "You can eat in the dining hall, it's supplied with food 24 hours a day, by three kitchens!" He exclaimed, pointing in the general direction of the room.

“That was convenient…” I say.

"Ah, what to do..." Grey asked himself, looking at the map they had given him. "I could go to the sleeping quarters, or maybe the kitchen to get some snacks, or maybe- gah! such a predicament!" he did a one handed handstand, his way of trying to think. After a few minutes, he stood upright and ran. Maybe fate will find me a place to go... he thought.

"U-uh Alright"
He pulls the wrinkled map.
"G-gummi Hangar?"
He stares at the map.
He begins walking to the Gummi hangar, Trying not to get lost.

"REALLY?!" Kurae screamed as he ran down the hall.

"Ok, to the Gummi Ship" said Sylvia, she looked for a mechanic or consultant, not sure whether she would need to sign out or just randomly leave with one of the gummi ships, she hoped it was the latter, for future trips.

For what seemed like ages she had sat upon the edge of the bed of what had been made her quarters. her blades set beside her upon the tender cushion. Staring down at her feet, elbows mounted upon her knees as she held her head. It was alot to take in, all that she was told. That, and by all means none of her business anyway. But in the grander scale of things. Eventually, the conflict would have reached her home world and what then? Once more, she would find herself in a war effort, and still, she insisted on keeping her appearance as it was. suppression of the truth or not. Stepping up from the bed, leaving her weapons where they lay for the time being, she'd proceeded to the door and stepped out into the grand hall of the massive palace

Zephyr looks around for an instructional sign of some sort.

===Sylvia & Zephyr===

"Goddamn it all, Shera! Get these damn squirrels out of the f*** hanger!" An angry voice boomed from across the hangar.

"Hey, who do you think your talking to!" A tiny voice exclaimed, barely hearable. "We're your seniors! AND we're chipmunks!"

"I don't care if your f*** flying pigs, your getting in the damn way!" The loud voice replied, followed by a loud crash as something hit the ground hard.

===Kevin===

The Gummi Hangar stood out in a corner of the castle, it's large, circular form and current lack of a room being a big hint to it's use.

===Grey===

Grey did run into faith, or rather, a large cable on the ground, for him to trip over. "Look out!" A female voice tried to warn.

It seems like I’d better find this Shera, it sounds like she’s the one in charge. And I should probably avoid the voice I heard, lest there be trouble.

Then again, I haven’t the slightest idea where this Shera is. Maybe if I walk past the angry person without saying anything, and giving him plenty of space, I can get by without him saying anything, so I can talk to these chipmunks. They might be able to direct me toward who I need to speak to.

I guess I’ll put that plan into action and hope for the best.