Goose stood on the sand tapping his foot and becoming irritated about the sand in his shoes. He looked down at his wrist to check his watch before recalling that he didn't own one.
"Aargh!" he grumbled. "Either way, they're probably late!"
He took to pacing for a while, then decided he's rather sit down. A lumpy grey armchair sitting forlornly in the sand made itself apparent and the goblin-creature hurried over to it in an undistinguished waddling manner. He parked his bum on the mildew covered piece of living-room furniture and stared at the large cross he had drawn in the sand.
Any moment now someone would be appearing there. How did he know? He just did.
Now he just had to wait.

Two minutes later he was snoring. Loudly.

Shai kept her eyes firmly upon the man who'd just dealt out several blows to her stomach and face. Anger welled, she gave a throaty growl as he prepared to strike her again. "That's right strike me when I'm chained so I can kick your rear end" she retorted as his fist caught her chin. Her head jerked to the side and she groaned before spitting out the blood that had gathered in her mouth. "Alright, enough games," Rising quickly she sent one fist into the man's gut, bringing herself about him she pulled the chains to her shackles up and against his throat. "Give me the key" she ordered. The man complied easily. Once she had the key in hand Shai leaned down and sank her teeth into his neck as her hands fell to draw her arms over his chest to hold him in place. Blood oozed from his neck and suddenly everything vanished. The man she was biting and the scene before her.
She found herself sailing through a black abyss until the darkness broke and she found herself collide with the ground. The air was pulled from her lungs as her body connected with the sandy earth causing her to lay there a moment winded. When her lungs began working again she gasped and coughed until her lungs settled and she could breath easier. Slowly sitting up she glanced around wondering where she was. For a brief moment she remember her key and unlocked the shackles tossing them away once she was free. Slowly rising she brushed the sand away and glanced around until her eyes rested on the sleeping creature before her. Raising a brow her silver eyes followed her head as she swiveled about to see if anyone else was nearby.
Not moving closer she called out. "Hey.....Hey you." she waited to see if he would awaken.

Goose opened his eyes. Something had woken him from his nap and that made him grumpy, everything made him grumpy. He blinked against the sun and tried to remember why he was awake; then he looked towards the cross in the sand.
A pair of silver shackles and chains sat in the sand beside the tall pale women. Her dark clothes were splattered with blood. He raised his eyebrows, almost mimicking her own expression minus the caution, "I don't suppose that's actually your blood, is it?" he smirked.
She made some response but he wasn't really listening as he slid off the armchair.
"Yeah, yeah, now move it Missie," he grumbled giving her a push in the thigh, which was about his head height.
Once he'd removed the new arrival he gave the shackles a kick, grumbling all the while, and set about drawing a new cross in the sand, ignoring the scornfully looks he received. Once done he turned to face the woman.
"I'm Goose. This is The Island. Try not to die too soon. Don't eat the peaches."

"Up! Up!" Anastasia screamed. Adrenalin was replacing fear but she was still terrified. She may be a favourite attraction but she knew the guards wouldn't hesitate to kill an escaping slave. Drachen made a clicking noise and growled fiercely at the soldiers surrounding his feet. Anastasia grabbed for her bow and arrows, preparing for a fight.
"I know there's a roof," she snapped, "You’re a dragon for Elder's sake, set it on fire, fly through it, I don't care! Do you want another trainer?" Drachen roared loudly, shaking himself and spreading his wing as much as he could in the enclosed space. He began to grapple the wall, spitting fire at the ceiling. Anastasia rained arrows down on the soldiers, but at the new angle she had to turn away.
"Tail!" She yelled, pressing herself into Drachen she attempted to dodge burning bits of the roof. Drachen flicked his tail obediently, sending guards flying across the small stable. Drachen pushed off the wall taking flight easily, pushing himself higher and faster to get away from the dangers of the arena. Anastasia looked back, seeing no one she stood and screamed into the wind.
"Yes! We're not dead Drachen. Drachen? Where'd the land go?" She asked sceptically as they began to lower, Drachen ran his tail through the water and did his best shrug, "Drachen, land! Land!" Drachen looked up, a moment two late hit the sad at a very high speed. Tumbling from his back Anastasia jumped up and looked around the strange island, pulling her sword, just in case.

Goose had barely redraw the cross when the overgrown winged lizard appeared and collided into the beach, spraying Goose and the new arrival with sand. The goblin-creature hopped from one leg to the other shaking sand from his breaches and giving up completely on the beach growing in his shoes. He began building up for a nice loud tirade of complaint when the girl came forward, sword drawn.
He stared in shock at the blade quivering in front of his nose for only a moment.
"Put that away, princess," Goose ordered. "And what's this?" he demanded waving a hand and the lumping great lizard. "You brought an extra. That's just rude, bringing company uninvited."
He waddled over the reptile which snarled.
"Shut it you! Look what you've done! Move your scaly rear end off my arrival point!"
He unwisely turned his back on the angry animal, expecting it to do as it was told promptly, and spoke to the girl, "I'm Goose. This is The Island. Try not to die too soon. Don't dance with pigs."

Pigs? Anastasia thought. Back home Pigs were the people who managed a lower position then slaves, clean up. They cleaned the arena. They were generally grumpy and quite disagreeable. They also tended to smell funny. Why would she dance with one? Still, the Goose did remind her of them, best stay off his bad side. If he had a good one.
"I'm not a princess," She stated clearly, not wanting to offend someone of status. Drachen growled at the strange creature, bearing his teeth and proceeded to snap and click at the same time.
"Yes, I was thinking the same," Anastasia replied, "However he appears to have purpose best leave him. Are you injured?" Drachen shook his head and moved away from Goose towards Anastasia, allowing her to check his condition. He clicked quietly in her ear eyes focused on the islands other inhabitant. Anastasia turned inspecting the stranger. Female, covered in blood but didn't appear injured. Probably another warrior but don't want to insult someone of high power.
"Status?" Anastasia demanded, leaning back on Drachen.

Mo get a grip on yourself, you made a full of yourself making that speech. Mo quickly brushed her teeth, just as she was about to spit the bathroom changed to an island. She spit in the sand and with drew her tooth brush as a weapon. Then she noticed 2 other people and a duck. She stepped backwards and landed in a small pond. Mo shrieked before struggling to get out.

Goose ignored the next new arrivals abjection at being called 'princess' and tapped his foot irritable while the clicking, growling, armored beast lumbered out of his way and toward the girl. The creatures long tail swung back and forth with each step and had Goose been much taller he would have been knocked flat on his rump.
"Watch it, ugly!" he snapped as he kicked sand into the small crater that was the crash sight. The hole was slowly filling with water but he dragged his foot across the sand anyway, that's just how it was done.
The Goose stood back, crossed his arms and, with his feet in their pointed boots twitching with impatience, he waited.

The next arrival appeared standing before him after several moments. No bloody chains, no sandstorm and winged menace.
"Now that's how you make an appearance..." he began snootily informing the previous two arrivals. Then the newest arrival spat white foam on the sand at his feet and started shrieking.
"Great, she's rabid," he mumbled under his breath. "Watch the boots there Twinkles!" he ordered out loud glaring up at the young beauty brandishing a toothbrush. The girl proceeded to struggle in the water and wet sand on his arrival point.
"That's done it!" Goose complained stomping away from her. "No fixing it now, best to do it else where."
The goblin-creature inspected the beach before him, pacing back and forth, while the arrival made some fuss about suddenly finding herself sodden with sea water and standing on the beach.
"Here'll do," he said smugly and drew a new cross in the sand with a piece of driftwood several feet to the right of the original one. "Let's see how long it takes for them to mess that one up." He gave a pointed look at the first two trouble-makers and the lizard.
Then he turned back to the girl, "I'm Goose. This is The Island. Try not to die too soon. Don't encourage the simpleton."

OC- Lol Rapid...bout died of laughter there.
IC- Mo nodded at the goblin like creature called goose. "What is this island called?" She asked as getting out of the swampy water. "Ew!" She shrieked looking down at her clothes with appeared to be cover with mud, sand, and water. She glared at Goose. "You btter have more clothes here." She said before flipping her hair then walked over to the other girls. From where she was, she was still glaring at Goose. She was out raged her clothes were ruined. "Im goose this is The Island, try not to die soon." She said in a mocking, girly voice. She smirked to her self.

Shai saw the creature's eyes open and slowly he assessed her and the shackles on the ground. When he asked her if it was her blood she shook her head, remembering the man she'd bitten and immediately assumed she still had a stain around her mouth. Wiping it away she was about to speak when he ordered her to move pushing her thigh and forcing her away from what appeared to be a symbol drawn in the sand.
She turned her silver eyes to him as he introduced himself as Goose, then informed her she was on an Island, instructing her not to die so soon and not to eat the peaches. Raising a brow she was again about to speak but Goose seemed uninterested in talking after that. Not a short time later someone else appeared and she as well as Goose were sprayed with sand. She covered her eyes and when all was silent she brushed the sand from her clothes and shook her hair out.
"What the hell is going on?" she questioned no one imparticular. Again Goose began shouting and ordering them off the symbol which he stated was an arrival point. Again another appeared this time making three females and a dragon. She had questions but would await the appropriate time to ask.
Judging by the clothing and appearances of each girl they were not from the same time as she with the exception of the girl with the dragon, but even then it wasn't her time. She stood back as Goose redrew the symbol and chimed in. "How many more are there Goose?"

"Good afternoon, gentlemen - I am pleased to say that the weapons development is going... spectacularly. One thing we need is more funding. You see, this project uses much of the elemental compound, series GcZ-7, and it costs much money to synthesize. We are on the brink of something truly amazing here, and this is not the time to cut funds." The anxious man at the podium, Herr Doktor Gottschalk, stood in front of a board of fairly anonymous lenders as he insisted on the continuation of his dream plan, "Black Earth". Some questions were sent his direction, and he had the answer for most of them. The lenders decided to continue adequate funding, knowing nothing of the Doktor's plan's. He smiled and, as he got behind the stage, he walked along and was suddenly overcome with an encapsulating light and then, later, found himself on a beach.

He looked around analytically. "Scheiss. Wo bin ich? Diese Insel... Bin ich im Himmel?" He wandered around, with an almost childish curiosity. He stumbles upon this whole mess of people on the other side of the beach. He sort of marched in to the middle of it and seemed to demand an answer to his inquiries. "Bin ich im Himmel? Seid ihr Engeln?" He just stood there, awaiting an answer.

Goose sighed as everyone started talking and waddled back over to his armchair. He climbed back up onto the seat where his feet hung off the ground and folded his hands over his stomach while he sat back to survey the new arrivals. "Let's see..."
He turned towards the first pale arrival, "What the hell is going on? I've already answered that, Missie. Your on The Island. And if your all following my advice, as you ought to if you've got anything of worth between your ears, your trying not to die." He switched his gaze to the newest arrival, who was just finishing mimicking him.
"What is this island called? Do you have water in your ears, Twinkles? Or are you just slow? Its The Island. That's it's name you ninny." He snapped, not feeling particularly courteous. As if he ever did. "And you want clothes? The ones on your back not good enough? You'll have to leave the beach, go into the jungle and beyond to find some."
He gave a smug and wicked smile and the appalled expression growing on her face and turned back to the pale warrior.
"How many more are there? More; that's how many." Even he knew that wasn't a straight answer and the though made his grin more smug. "Any more questions ladies? And dragon."

The tall lean man appeared while the girls where still processing Goose's little speech. As the man wandered about he gave the ladies an 'I told you so' look before turning to the man. He was speaking demandingly in a foreign language and the goblin-creature responded, slowly at first, without leaving his armchair.
"Deutsch? Sie sprechen Deutsch? Es hat eine lange Zeit her, seit ich hatte, Deutsch zu sprechen habe. Sehe ich aus wie ein Engel für Sie? Und die Damen sind mehr Dämonen als Engel. Sprechen Sie Englisch?"
While he waited for a response he turned to the dragon girl.
"Oi Prinzessin!Er, I mean... princess. Why don't you put that sword to good use and redraw the cross for me, since he's moved already anyway. That'd be a good girl."

Anastatia frowned at Goose, he definetly reminded her of the Pigs. She'd sheethed her sword a while ago but didn't want to continue following orders. Drachen growled but Anastatia shook her head.
"I'm not yours to command," Anastatia said clearly, "I appreachiate you telling me where I am, and will redraw it for you, but then we will take our leave." Climbing back onto Drachen's back Anastatia listned intently to his clicking.
"Yes, he is but we owe him the politeness. I don't know where we're going but the island looks interesting, we should explore. So far there aren't any soldiers, we should be okay. Farewell," She called waving over her shoulder. She leaned over as they past the mark spot, drawing a cross in the sand, "Oh, wait," she pulled a clean pair of clothes out of one of the carry bags tied to Drachen, "I don't know if these will fit but you can try them," she said kindly, dropping the clothes down in the sand. She then turned and mumbled for Drachen to move on.

L grinned. He hadn't had this much fun in millennia. The adrenaline that had built itself up inside of him was massive, he was completely and utterly enjoying this, and the same went for the notion of what he was going to do when he was finally allowed to leave his room, which also doubled as a Basement. Apparently he was too dangerous to be let out into the world, but L would definitely say differently, just to be let outside. Sure, the sunlight burned him like hell, and he was pretty sure he'd die if he stayed out for too long, but he didn't care, he usually slept in the day anyways. Being a Vampire did that to you.

L snapped out of his thoughts as a laser whizzed past his ear, followed by about twenty more heading straight at Him. He quickly flicked Himself sideways, using his wings to quickly dodge the bullet-like things. L grinned, and threw down some of his own. His opponent, some Magician who'd previously beaten his Sister, had come back to the Mansion and found L. Then they started playing. "Come oooooonnnn. This is getting BORING! Why don't you fire something that HURTS!?". L dodged just in time as a laser-bullet went above his head. The Game was getting kind of boring, but L knew how to spice it up. L grinned and pushed his hands out, creating a 'Jesus on the Cross' type of stance. Suddenly to massive crosses of light appeared, and transformed into two shuriken esque lasers. Sure, they were ten times his size, but his female opponent would be able to dodge them, right? Right? Yep, they could.

So the normal battle resumed, with each contestant throwing out bigger spells every now and then and L was beginning to bore again when he heard the female shout something out. L opened his eyes to be confronted by a massive wall of light, which would obviously harm him, due to him being a Vampire. L simply smirked, knowing that he would be defeated, but he had one last trick up his sleeve. He threw his hand into the air, opened his mouth to shout, and then-

Nothing. There was nothing, at all. Except a black void, which L was falling through. L was slightly curious,wondering if this was simply the effect of the attack. But then he saw ground, which he hit with a crunch, his wings smacking the ground just moments after he did. L's eyes opened, only to see some type of... something. It started with an 's'. Oh geez, his Sister had told Him what it was, but he never really listened..... S.... S.... Sa.... Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa- Sand! There we go, he remember it. Then a curious thought struck Him. "Why the hell is there sand in my Basement? And why is my back feel warm? And why did I fall down a massive hole and end up here, and where is here, and where IS MY HOUSE!?".

By the time L had finished his questions, he had already stood up, surveyed the area, and realised something. "HOW AM I NOT DYING? I'M IN SUNLIGHT! Oh, wait. I'm holding an Umbrella, right".

The reddish-brown haired boy appeared behind the German as the dragon girl had finished redrawing the cross for Goose and had begun walking away.
"Nice neat entrances, that's always nice," mumbled Goose from his chair as the boy began asking questions. "Okay, okay, hold your horses, and your umbrella. Give me a chance."
"Firstly Doc," he addressed the German "Ich bin Goose. Dies ist Die Insel. Versuchen Sie, nicht zu früh sterben. Tragen Sie keine blauen Federn."
"And Skippy," he turned back to the umbrella carrying boy. "I'm Goose. This is The Island. Try not to die too soon. Don't chase the rabbits."
"Now... get off my arrival point."

Mirrin ducked behind the crates, just dodging the rain of bullets. She swore loudly, wondering how they'd worked out she was coming. She'd hardly even known about this assignment, damn info leak! She was going to murder whoever let this loose. She was confident she'd make it out alive, she always did, but the assignment was lost. Attempting to get closer to her escape route she dived across a small gap coming down in a role. The ground shifted a little under her weight and Mirrin, stood up swiftly to check for a trap. Looking around she noticed her surrounding's had changed. She was on a beach, with a lot of odd looking people. Turning around she almost dropped her pistol when she saw a blood red dragon making its way across the beach. Almost. Turning back to the people Mirrin raised her gun and pointed it at the group in general.
"Who are you?" She demanded, appearing mostly unfazed by the surrounding change.

L blinked. So what was that thing in front of Him, and why was it yelling at Him? Should he play with it? Does it taste good? What's an Arrival Point? How did he get here? "Wait, what are you? I haven't seen anything like you before, wanna play a Game?". L would've asked more, but suddenly another Person appeared and aimed something at Him. He'd never seen it before, or anything like it. Ever, not in his entire life. So L wasn't very phased, considering the fact that he could easily break it, if his powers were still with Him. Which he assumed they were. Nevertheless, L still jumped and gave a loud. "WHAT THE HELL!". L positioned himself so that he could easily fly out of the way if he wanted to, but still kept the Umbrella above Himself. Sadly, his powers drained during the day, which was slightly annoying for Him. "Who and what are YOU? Oh, and would you like to play a Game?".

"I doubt she wants to play you games, Skippy," Goose smirked. Then he frowned.
The new arrival with her gun drawn stood several feet from where the the arrival before her had appeared. Goose jumped from his armchair and hurriedly waddled over to the red-brown haired boy.
"Okay Skip, go play your games under a palm tree or something and move your burnable rear end," he gave the umbrella-bearer a good shove in the knees to get him moving. The only thing that kept the small goblin-creature from becoming part of such 'games' was that the shove forced the the boy to stumble to keep in the shade of his umbrella.
The goblin's frowned deepened as he started grumbling and making very deliberate movements to redraw the cross.
"Always draw the cross... otherwise... bad things... has be drawn... There." He stood back to admire his work.
"So... Trigger," he turned to gun toting new arrival. "I'm Goose. This is The Island. Try not to die too soon. Don't swim on a full stomach."

L nearly tripped as this Goose Character pushed him, very roughly at that. L grinned. Somebody who might enjoy playing His Game. "Fine, but you'll regret it~". L waltzed over to the tree, and immediately summed a ton of his laser-bullets, cutting through the tree, and then causing it to explode. He continued to do this until he got bored, which meant he'd obliterated quite a few trees. "Goose! Can I do something else? This is boring! Why can't I play with someone? Playing by Myself is pointless when there're other things to play with around here. Oh, and what are you? And what is she, and her, and him, and that, and her, and basically everything else?". L yawned and sat down, seemingly meditating under the shade oof the palm tree. "Stupid.... thing. Why can't I go back home and why can't I play with anyone? This is boring!".

Looking around Anastasia realized that she still had no idea where she was or where to go. Sensing her mood Drachen began to turn back towards the rest of the arrivals. She made sure to pick the clothes back up as she past.
"Thanks," Anastasia said, "Not great at this, are we?" Looking ahead of them Anastasia noticed two new comers, a guy with umbrella and a girl with a strange weapon. Drachen flopped into sand, causing a bit of spray. Anastasia jumped off giving him a loving pat as he rested his head on the ground. Turning to Goose Anastasia looked moodily at her feet.
"It's come to my attention that we are unsure of our destination," she said uncomfortable, "Are you alright?" She added looking at the new girl who was bleeding from a wound in her leg, blatantly ignoring the strange guy asking to play games.

Mirrin watched the guy with the umbrella walk away she turned her attention back towards the small goblin like creature, she was tempted to ask him some questions but decided against it. She figured being stuck on this island was better than being shot at, and it gave her more time to figure who the hell it was that leaked the job info to the target.
"Huh, I'm sorry what did you say?" Mirrin asked the girl who was talking to her.
Wait, she thought, Am i bleeding? She looked down at her legs and saw a bullet hole. "Shit" she muttered, before passing out.

The dragon came back with its rider who began talking to the bleeding gun-carrier. They were talking and the other boy was talking and it was beginning to set Goose on edge.
"There's lot's of people," said Goose with a tone akin to panic but with a deeper edge of something to it. "All on my beach. Lot's of people and- YOU'RE WRECKING MY BEACH!!"
The red-brown hair boy was smiling at him, not in a nice way.
"I can play games too, Skippy," snarled Goose returning the wicked grin. He rolled his shoulders with a slight frown like he was removing a kink from his neck. His voice was deeper when he spoke again. "And I know just how flammable you are."
"Okay you lot, listen up! Skippy there are things in that jungle who love to play games with you. Trigger and Princess deal with your medical emergency elsewhere, thanks. Take Ugly with you. Doc, Missie and Twinkles... i don't know just... elsewhere... maybe the Party. This is the deal, you're all here for an indefinite amount of time. Follow my advice but leave me alone."
He stomped off back to his armchair, he was oddly taller now and when he sat down he was able to mush his feet aggressively into the sand in front of him.
"And keep clear of my arrival point."

OOC: Don't take Goose personally. It's just his character. I love that there's so many people.

Anastasia caught the wounded girl with ease, not wanting her to land in the sand and infect her wound. All she got from Goose's speech was that he wanted them gone. Lifting the unconscious girl over her shoulder Anastasia picked up the unknown weaponed and carried both over to Drachen. She put the weapon in one of the carry bags and flipped the girl onto Drachen's back.
"Drachen, let’s move on, we need to find a place where I can heal her," Anastasia said firmly, she dumped the clothes once more and climbed on behind the girl to hold her in place, "Up."
Drachen took off, flying up to get a better view of the island, but not high enough to give the humans a head ache. Looking of the island, Drachen saw mostly jungle but a little ways away was what looked like an old stone castle. Following Anastasia’s orders he flew towards the castle, landing carefully on one of the balconies and lowed himself so that the other girl could be pulled off his back.
Anastasia pulled the girl off Drachen and placed her on the floor inside. Coming back to Drachen she began taking all the packs off.
"You go to sleep, okay? Thank you for all your help," she said smiling at him. Drachen curled up by the door so that he'd wake up if anyone tried to get inside. Anastasia lent down, pulling one of the packs towards her. She carefully inspected the wound, it was similar to an arrow wound but it was odd for the arrow to go straight through. She began to inspect the wound to ensure nothing was in it, after that she splashed some water over it and dried it with a piece of cloth. Ensuring the wound was clear and dry she wrapped a tight bandage around it.
"That’s going to need changing in the morning," she mumbled, then she yawned. Dragging the girl back so that they were closer to Drachen Anastasia curled up by his side and let sleep take her, despite the sun still being high.

With each passing moment more and more people began arriving and soon the area of the beach they were all occupying was now more crowded then Shai cared for. She took that moment while some of them were talking to Goose to move away from them and finding an area that was not so crowded she sat down to assess things. As people began dispersing and Goose returned to his chair Shai turned her eyes towards him. Thoughts ran through her mind, "An infinite amount of time," she didn't like the sound of that.
Rising she moved closer to the water and kneeling down began using the ocean's water to rinse away the access blood she had on her, she was sure she presented a murderer to the rest. It was then that it occurred to her she'd still had her pack on when she was captured. Quickly her hands reached around to her back and slid the back around to her front. Smiling happily she knew she'd have a change of clothes, now all she needed was a place to bathe.
Standing she slowly returned to Goose and his chair, making sure not to step on his arrival point. "Goose...This party you spoke of, where is it being held and by whom? You ask that we not bother you but you seem keen on giving us round about answers if an answer at all. We're on an island yes, but can you tell us why or is that something we must each find out for ourselves?"