[Slo-bo's walking. It's a pretty bored, foot-dragging pace, actually, with no real awareness that something's changed. That is, until he starts paying attention to the sound of his footfalls.]

...Tch. [he sniffs, head turning this way and that as he does so.] Nn...That ain't right.

[he stands quiet for a moment longer, listening for those tell-tale city sounds. nope. he grimaces, rolling his shoulders while his hands stay purposefully casual in his pockets. 'i'm not scared!', he's trying to say. he should be trying to say 'where is this?' or 'what's going on?', but that would require asking out for help. he's blind, not helpless.

but now he's just annoyed.]

Frag. [another sniff, slowly starting to saunter again, getting antsier. when his boot taps the faint edge of a building, he stops. reaching out, he feels the wall and the corner, considering. seemed like it was the only one in the area, if his sense of space was right.


...but buildings don't answer questions.


so he punches it. hard. he's grinning at the loud sound of impact and the crumbling of concrete.]

Heh. [nice echo. that'll get someone's attention!]

Archer! You dare continue to mock me, even now?



If this is some manner of joke, Archer, it is not in the least bit amusing. I have had quite enough of your games.



However, this place...it does not appear to be a Reality Marble. I cannot feel the flow of prana. Master...



Has my connection to him been severed? If that is indeed the case, how is it possible that I exist, still? Such bonds cannot be severed lightly. Is this within the realm of Gaia? Or is it possible that this is a part of the Holy Grail?

[Last time when we saw Cally she was generally happy, and sunny, and possibly clinging to a rather frightened possum. But then again she's usually clinging to a rather frightened possum. But the point is that a month ago Cally was completely content.

Now... Well, she's still content, oddly enough. But the world around her now isn't so happy to indulge that.

So! A Cally skids onto the Plane at quite a high speed with her hair all over the place and her cheeks fairly flushed; oh, and she also has thorns stuck in her hair- which would add a certain earthy feel in any other circumstances.

Unfortunately these circumstances involve flower monsters; so not so earthy.

After a few moments of rapid panting Cally straightens up and turns back to the direction that she came from; ignoring the fact that there is only the Plane stretching out before her she raises her fist and starts to grumble]

Ruddy flower monsters! I was only trying to be polite, y'know. There's no need to chase me and shoot at me and try to kill me!

[A brief pause as she slowly lowers her fist; then, with the true dedication to serious matters that Cally usually displays, she starts fiddling with her hair and examining the thorns buried in it]

Hey, I could make necklaces out of these!

[and she's happy again]