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[Fniff]

"Alright, alright..." James sighs, and then falls over.

And gets up as Blankey.

"I wanted to go to Paris, Iowa isn't a train!"

[mcclay]

"I changed my mind, I wann a go to Paris. I have a name you know."

[Fniff]

"Of course! Burpy!" Blankey hugs Burpy.

[mcclay]

"...waht the fuck, my name's Afer!"

[Fniff]

"Burpy..." Blankey continues to hug Afer.

[choobakka]

"So nobody's going to Iowa? Whatever. Let's go."

[Bdthemag]

"Well Old man guess we're heading off to Cairo! The sun! The Natives! And the Necronomicon! Now about the issue of money, do you think they have a currency exchange for bonemarks!" Briar pulls out a handful of tiny bones with engravings on them.

[Fniff]

Blankey waves goodbye, and drags Daniel to the plane.

Spoiler: Paris (click to show/hide)

 Ah, Paris. The city of dreams and Autumn romance. This place is going to burn to the ground when Blankey is finished.

Blankey jumps onto the very clean couch of the nice penthouse apartment, and grabs some bag of sweeties from his backpack. He turns on the TV and just randomly laughs at the strange words of the french.

[choobakka]

King grimaces. "Well, necromancer, we're going to Cairo. Let's get to the plane."

((Timeskip))

King stands in the hot desert air. "I hate this place. Do you want to look around? Or do you know where to go?"

[mcclay]

((timeskip))The Nightgaunr smelled the parisenaen air. This was a city that he had seen man built. This was where thr alliance of Nightgaunts and Yithians had fought off the Ghouls from the catcombs in the Second Lovecraftian civil war. He glided from the skyscraper roof and into his penthose. After putting on his trenchcoat he walked into the main room where Blakely was laughing at the TV. "Do you have a plan or contract childish Human, or are you just going to runn up my cable bill."

[Heliman]

Spoiler: Kalahari (click to show/hide)

Reb's wallet was stolen before he could leave, and out of cash and passport, he spent the rest of his days ministering poor, hard to defend towns, to feed himself. That was the last anyone ever heard of that minister.

[Fniff]

(Blankey! Not Blakely! Also, it's not your apartment! Aw, I liked Reb...I hope you stay, Heli. You are quite good at this!)

"Well, apparently there is a ghost in the underground Metro...Rien Station, which doesn't exist." Blankey said, matter of factly.

[mcclay]

"ghost in a station that dosen't exist, right, let's do this." Afery went into his room and grabbed these things: 34 poisned tail barbs and a tail barb shooter
Poisned metal claws
1 hand gun
23 bullets for said hand gun
map of paris
forged all year metro passes
fake I.D, passport and drives license
ferrari keys
20 pounds of high explosives
a huge ass backpack
jar of barerly alive mice
pocket sized Nercomoncin

"Blankey, let's do this."

[Fniff]

Blankey opens the patio doors usually lead out into the balcony, but now lead into a dilapidated metro station. The tiles that are the memorable part of the Metro were completely blacked out, with the very weak electrical lights showing not much at all. Trains never passed through this station. Those unlucky enough to end up here unprepared usually ended with a lot of gore and blood. There weren't any blood stains here. The Metro Station was already dangerous before the poltergeist started to affect the stations around it, I.E every station.

Sometimes, when the lights suddenly brightened, you could see the blood stains, and the poltergeist watching your every move with a face showing hunger, and the faces on the walls.

This was the Hell Metro. This was the Never-Been Metro. This was Rien Station.

(Give me sec. Gotta change the name.)

[Bdthemag]

Briar pulls out a map and examines it, "Well looks like the nearest village is due south. We can head there and ask the locals, we can always bring a dead cultist back to life and ask him, but im sure you won't let me do that."