Linguz

How about Cody?

Can I hug you?

(Someone else put challenges for Garth [probably Slendermane]. He'll have his inner demons later :3) Garth hadn't followed them into the fountain, taking his own luck instead of the doctor's, whoever he was. He seemed to be leading them into many more perils than anything else, so he had kept going on his own way.

"Meh." Garth took a left and then proceeded to constantly go left first. If there was no left, forward. If there was no forward, right.

"I think I'll pass. What happens if I touch it?" He kept his eyes on it and began to circle around, so he wouldn't be in the same direction as the doctor.

Garth turned around and began to back away, his wings flaring out. "And how do you know so much about these beings if they don't really exist? If they're non-existent, then you could never have previously encountered them."

Garth looked at the doctor. "Sorry, no hooves. The hell's the silence?"

Garth was utterly confused. "But... how can you be the doctor? You're much older than him."

(Alright, thank you. Garth was looking elsewhere.) Garth looked around and noticed that the doctor had left. He called out, "Hey, Doc. Where'd you go?" He looked back the way they had come and didn't see anything. "Did anyone see where he went off to?"

(Which does...? Some of us haven't watched Doctor Who.)

"So what you're telling me... is that we don't exist, because we're here. You know..." He picked up another rock and tossed it up into the air, catching it, and then repeating constantly. "That sounds almost as likely as this being a dream."

Garth grabbed a rock off the ground and threw it at the doctor. "Shut up and speak in a way so I understand. Crazy mumbo-jumbo was all I heard."

"Then what do we do? 'Cause we can't move away without breaking our line of sight of them."

"What if we smash them while looking at them? Does that work?"

Garth poked him. "What?"

Garth shrugged and followed the doctor, seeing as this pony was smart and could heal him quickly.

Garth rose an eyebrow. "You're not going to wait for Its response to your question?"

Garth lifted up off the ground and was no longer in any pain. He stared at the doctor for a bit before he began to talk to the creature, at which point his eyes turned towards it. He stayed silent and still, for the most part.

Garth was on the floor, pretty much. His front right 'arm' was bent in front of him, every from the elbow down against the ground, keeping himself up. His beak was bloodied and was dripping some on the ground. His wings were unfolded, yet resting on the ground. He took one look at the note before his arm gave up and he fell down completely. He tried to speak, but that just made him cough some. (Pretty much taking it to be severe pain, even thought none of it is shown by any bruises or such. For some reason, it seems to me more like something like rearranging organs. *Shrug* Tell me if this wouldn't be what would happen, since I don't know.)

Garth went over to the doctor and read the letter quickly, just the start, to know that this was truly the person who brought them here. "You know, I could play your game..." He took a few steps away from the doctor, looked at the creature, said, "Or I could not." He spread his wings and jumped at him, intending to punch that faceless face of his, for he did not like being taken away one bit.

(Sorry, Doc, but that's a bit of power-playing. You expect my character to let you inspect his claws and wings... and then that he relies on his wings to keep himself up. Which neither is true.) Before the doctor arrived, Garth nodded towards Breeze. "Just call me Garth." When the doctor began to look at his claws, Garth shoved him back with the other one. He kept the doctor away from him through his claws and wings, if he tried to return. "And you really won't have a chance to here. I like my personal space, thank you very much."

(I decided to change Nidal to Garth, by the way. ) Garth struggled to return to sleep in his hardened bed. The sound of ponies and the flickering sunlight coming through his window were bothering him as he kept trying to return to sleep. *Wait... flicking sunlight? The sun doesn't work...* His eyes shot open to see the stone floor he had thought was his bed. His eyes darted to the sides, catching the details around him while his ears perked up and heard someone speak clearly. He lifted himself up slightly with a flap of his wings and got his claws and paws under him, keeping himself up. He looked at the pony who had just spoken and coughed once, trying to get his attention. "Everybody. This world is inhabited by more than just you ponies. And it's hardly a good one, at this point. Where the hell am I?"

Ember used the spycam to send her an image of the ponies. She whispered, "Call it. Hostile or not?" She leveled her crossbow at one of them, all the while being mostly hidden by the boxes. She wasn't about to let them know they were there, at least not until they were considered friendly.