Crystals of Slimtla

[flames]

"Probably not the best of times to ask, but which form do you prefer?" Flames asked. "As I've never met another like myself, I'm curious to know your opinion on the subject. You don't gave to answer if you'd rather not..."

[Dr. Strange]

He smiled, "Whichever form is best at the time." His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he panted. "Wooh, its hot out here. Let's keep going so we don't die of thirst, eh?" He joked, letting go of them both.

[flames]

"Interesting..." Flames said quietly, continuing to follow Sam. She might have found someone like her at last, it would seem. She didn't show any sign if feeling the temperature. She was ready to help, to fight and to die if need be, especially for someone like Sam...
Flames' mind froze for a second at the picture that was being painted in her mind. She considered it before rejecting the mental image. She would never do such a thing, never betray someone's trust like that...never...

[Sareen]

Luna and Canis keep on walking down the path paw in paw, laughing and smiling about what had been going on since the last time they met

[Dr. Strange]

He smirked at her stopping and winked. "Whatcha thinkin' about, hm?" He teased.

[flames]

An Anime-esque sweatdrop appeared very briefly on the back of Flames' head before vanishing as she replied, her face calm and casual: "Nothing specific. Just a few random thoughts..." It wasn't a lie after all. Where was this place they had to go to anyway? It didn't matter, but Flames was feeling...aprehensive. Her fenale state of being was slightly more vulnerable, in more ways than one. It wasn't that she was missing being in her male form or anything similar; it was just...

[Dr. Strange]

A picture of flames came up in his head and he shook it away roughly. "Bad thoughts.." He growled.

[flames]

"Eh? What was that?" Flames asked, Sam's short growl bringing her back to reality, where her thoughts held no power, unlike her actions.

[Dr. Strange]

"Nothing.." He replied, speeding up a little as they came within sight of a rundown shop.

[flames]

Flames shrugged and took in the details of the shop:
It seemed somewhat old, almost like something from a bygone era, being so rundown and overrun by plants, rust and dust. It seemed to almost avoid the light, casting slight shadows around the edges, shifting ever so slightly, so slight that one could barely see the shadows quiver...

[Dr. Strange]

He stopped beside the door, glancing around. "In here, quick!"

[flames]

Flames' figure vanished, reappearing a split second later within the building. It was quiet now, but for how long...?

[Dr. Strange]

He sighed, glad they were hidden. As he scrounged the floor for his gun, he heard a giggle. "Alright, come out Maira. It's not polite to peep on me." He ordered in a gruff voice, reaching behind a carton of old newspapers to pull a giggling ball of fur out. "How long have you been waiting for me?"

[flames]

Flames was generally a patient person, who managed to keep her calm. Even so, she felt like doing some training or slicing something to bits. All of this uncertainty and these irritating surprises, not to mention the earlier events, had left Flames in a peacefull, collected and "totally ready to kick butt" mood.
She mentally grabbed ahold of herself as Sam grabbed a ball of fur which was giggling uncontrollably. What now?

[Dr. Strange]

"Nothing!" It squeaked, swinging back and forth. Sam growled in annoyance. "Maira, stop that and uncurl. I need you to find my gun." The ball slowly became a baby squirrel. She giggled agian, licking his face. "I waited all weekend for you!"