(Kay. Imma use my one Element family. I'll find stuff later, 'cause my mother's glaring at meeee.)

((Kay. I'll get pictures of the Fritjovs up soon.))

DECKLE FRITJOV (Head of the Family, Master Thief) :




LIEXTIC FRITJOV (Second-in-command, Sorceress) :




FRAIN FRITJOV (Third-in-command, Sorcerer) :

Flamaje Balsa: Head of the Family
My OCS :: Flamaja picture by ReiKitaro - Photobucket

Mirrso Balsa: Second in Command
My OCS :: Mirrso picture by ReiKitaro - Photobucket

Curice Balsa: Third in Command
My OCS :: Curice picture by ReiKitaro - Photobucket

((Grr. *shakes fist* Use the image tool!))

(I told you it. DUN. Wooooooooork! -flails-)

((Yes it does.))

FLAMAJE:


MIRRSO:


CURICE:

(Well bite mee. It dun work for meee!)

(That's 'cause you dun post the links correctly.)

(-flails- Well, well, bite meee!)

(Bleh. You start. I dun like starting.)

Curice frowns as he and his sisters walk into the new town as ordered. "Why are we doing this again?" he asks, petulantly.
"Because King Gwendolyn ordered us to. You know this, Cur." Flamaja responds, boredly. She's leading the group in and glances at her sister. "Are you all right, Mir?"

Mirrso jumps when her sister talks to her. "I'm fine...Where is the place we're looking for?"

Deckle was always on the lookout. The Fritjovs were masters of disguise, and they were always hidden. Their main hideout was near a tiny, secluded town, out in the middle of its western forest. Their home was made of mirrors that didn't catch glare from the sunlight, so it would be difficult for anyone who didn't know exactly what they were looking for to find it. She was the only one on duty today--her sister and brother were fast asleep.

"Uh. Somewhere. Hell if I know. Spir didn't give us much do go on."

Curice just sighs. "How useful. So are we just supposed to wander until we find it?"
"Looks like it," Flama replies smugly.

Deckle kept herself on lookout, making sure to cover every inch of the landscape. If anyone were to wander at least twenty feet into the forest, she would see them.

Flamaja leads them into the woods and wanders around. "I hope we don't get shot at," she mutters, amused.

Curice perks up. "I wouldn't mind, all that much."
"Of course, you wouldn't, little brother," Mirrso mutters, seeming annoyed.

As soon as they step into the woods, Deckle's keen eyes spot them. She keeps a good watch on them, hidden and out of sight.

Flamaja wanders around. "Curi. Any ideas? I mean, you're the one that knows Kingy the best."
"No one knows what goes on in his mind, so nope." Curice shrugs.

Deckle watches them as they get closer to her, for now, invisible house. They probably don't even know it's there...

Flamaja frowns. "Well what the fuck are we supposed to do? Go home and say we couldn't find them? He'd kill us." Mirrso sighs. "You're so dramatic, Flama. They have to be here somewhere."

As they got within two feet of the house, Deckle ducked down slowly to avoid being sighted. She waited, smugly, for the confusion that would come once they bumped into it.

Curice bumps into the house first. "Hey, there's something there."
Flamaja stares at him. "No, you just ran into air. No shit there's something there, twerp," she mutters this sarcastically.

Deckle's grin widened. She didn't reveal herself just yet.

"Language, dear sister. And do you suppose we're at the correct location?"
"No. There's totally another hidden house." She smacks him upside the head as he starts to walk away. "Sarcasm!"

Deckle watched them, slowly reaching down to fetch her assault rifle. She would use it if needed.