The Passage of Turring

Dying Campfire

    "Hello..?"
    Izar begins, coughing up some water before speaking.
    "Oh Hello!" A feminine voice responds "I'm Valez!", the figure leaps up onto her feet. A triton, rather short in stature and of a dark blue hue. Seaweed caught in her hair. Izar winces looking at her, her face littered in poorly done stitches around the 2 extra eyes on the left of her face. Her tail almost lifting her off the vampire itself. She speaks with an accent, not one of the tri-state area that Izar had moved to in order to be frozen, He had grown accustomed to how both the people of New York and Philly talk. She speaks with a thick irish accent."It has been so long since i've met people! I've only seen ruins upon ruins upon ruins!" She presents her hand to Izar. Izar goes to stand on his own, giving her a weird look.
    "You sound Irish" Jöbrun notes in his own brittish accent. "We're you defrosted sooner?"
    The Triton laughs a little and then sighs "Frozen? For what?"
    Nobody else is laughing. Valryn has moved into the next room alongside Meigl, who is rummaging around the room, finding shiny objects.
    "The bombs that dropped.." Hazelwood cuts in, her voice laced with concern. "There was a global effort to put as many people as possible into cryo-sleep."
    "oh!" The Triton says "those silly things? Her Lady has protected me from all harm."
    Everyone looks confused
    "who?" Jöbrun pressed
    "Perfection.." Valez trails off, looking up as if to this 'perfection'. Her tone dreamy as if on a high.
    Izar stands up. Slicking his hair back to get rid of the excess water. "We should go. Val and that thing are already ahead of us". He walks forward into the next room. Theres a large broken window with some water flowing in. Couches, chairs, and other furniture moved and damaged by the water. Tattered curtains and destroyed rugs. Theres the sound of another hiss. Everyone turns their head toward it. Another door, a different color than the one they forced open. It opens to a rather tall figure wearing a black mask and a white cloak.
    "Good morning." The figure says, the voice feminine and ghostly.
    Hazelwood stares for a moment before saying, "Oh, my apologies. I dont mean to be rude. You just look so familiar." She pauses awkwardly before continuing. "I'm Hazelwood Faytell. Nuclear scientist. Who are you?"
    The person just nods. Before responding with "you may call me The Wanderer, as far as you know, I dont have a name."
    This person begins to walk toward the other door.  "I assume you all want you're belongings. Well, they're in this next room."
    As she says this. Meigl rushes toward the door. He pulls on the doorhandle before it snaps off. Everyone staring at him in silence. The area begins to glow a green and pink before the handle reappears..