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"Are we there, yet?" "Are we there, yet?"

The two of them were going to drive him insane. Completely insane!

Miration Ceinlys was a loner. He always had been a loner. He disliked the company of most others, and would do just about anything for some sweet solitude. So he'd set out alone, on a self-serving journey to get away from home and see new places. He'd intended to spend his days alone, enjoying himself...

Well, that had backfired, stupendously.

He'd come across Charmase Basia first. He'd been a...forced 'personal entertainer' at a saloon a town or so back. Mira had been horrified to find that the boy was only fifteen or sixteen--he claimed he couldn't remember which--and he'd rescued him. Miration himself was twenty...he couldn't imagine what kinds of horrors that boy had gone through.

Shortly after finding Charma, as he called him, Miration had come across Termad Apollon, a spoiled noble. As soon as Termad saw Miration enter his hometown, he'd been nearly obsessed with him, hanging off of him. When Miration had tried to leave, Termad tried to make him stay...forcefully, with the help of his guards. Eventually, Termad, grumbling, had decided to travel with Miration, hoping his soul-seeking would end soon and he would agree to live with him in peace.

It had only been two weeks. Two weeks, and Miration was ready to pole-vault off a tall bridge. He couldn't express his glee in words when a new, unfamiliar place started to come into view on the horizon.

Champagne was a dusty sort of town, a former mining town, now just a dinky little stop on one of the major railway. The occasional travelers were the only reason this place hadn't emptied out and become a ghost town. Despite the tourism it wasn't anything special. It was pretty much just an Inn, Saloon, General good's store, jail and a few houses. Most of the residents were tan skinned and dark hair, Natives of the area that had lost their land and moved decided to make their home here instead.

There was one doctor in the whole town, and he was responsible for haircuts and dentistry as well, his name was Wisaaka, but was better known as Al. Al was a tall man with the same dark hair as many of the other residents. But unlike many who grew theirs out he kept his short.

Today a young man sat in one of his chairs with a black eye and blood dripping from his mouth, "an then hsukka punched me" The boy complained.
The boy was the sheriff's son, Yael. He was young but at 18 he was old enough to work, he had been doing odd jobs around town for some time. But he wasn't the only one, and it seemed there was some competition to be had. Recently Yael had been ending up in Al's doctor's office with all sorts of bumps and bruises, all caused by the same person. For some reason though Al never saw this other party, either the other young man never got hurt or just never came to the doctor.

Yael massaged his aquiline nose a little and sighed, "Its not broke right?". His long black braid swished a bit as he looked over at his doctor.
Al shook his head "No, your fine... You just cut your lip on the inside, just don't poke it and keep it clean and you should heal up fine on your own."

Out in the streets stood Yael's attacker, Conan, he held a hammer and was working on re-paneling the side of someone's house. He was tall and thin with wolfish features and scruffy facial hair. The two boys were roughly the same age, but Conan looked older and meaner than the other. He wore a headband around his head, it was the only thing that kept his messy shoulder length hair out of his face. There were thick gauze bandages wrapped around his ankles and knees, and a couple of plasters on his face, looking at him it was plain to see that he was something of a scrapper.

"Hey. Mimi."

Miration twitched at the sound of the horrid nickname Termad seemed to be so fond of calling him. But at least it wasn't his old nickname back home...Skunk-Head. He was an odd-looking man, for sure, with silvery eyes and semi-long, spiky black hair. There was a bit of white in it. He'd been born this way, and as a result, his peers had taken to calling him Skunk-Head, because he had hair like a skunk. He tried to combat this comparison by wearing all-black clothing, to try and draw attention away from the whitish streaks in his hair.

"Termad. If you ask me if we are there yet one more time, I am breaking your jaw," he growled, in a confrontational manner. It was clear that no matter how much Termad obsessed over him, these two did not get along.

Termad grinned from his place beside him, swinging his hips back and forth as he walked in a tantalizing manner. Termad was...not accepted too warmly in his hometown, for he had ventured out of the womb incredibly, openly, flamboyantly gay. If he had it, he'd flaunt it, without a care. He wore revealing clothing and bounced when he walked, hips swaying to an unknown beat in his head. He'd lay himself out in someone's lap if it meant getting what he wanted. His pinkish eyes helped to promote his girlish figure, but his hair was shockingly spiky and poofed out, pure white with gray near the edges, where it had gotten a little dirty in the dusty desert.

Termad was a slight albino. So, he often carried a parasol around with him in sunny weather. Today, it was a lacy white one. He'd had a prominent seamstress back home sew his favorite foreign animals into the cloth panels of the umbrella...panda bears.

"Silly Mimi," he crooned. "Why would I ask that? We're already here. I wanted to ask where we are...

Charmase, on Miration's other side, nodded enthusiastically. Charmase had never known his family, or his parents. All he'd known was a life of being forced to have relations with strangers by a powerful, nasty owner of a somewhat famous saloon. Unlike with Miration and Termad, who were obviously male to the naked eye...Charmase could easily be confused for a female, with long, waist-length white-blonde hair and strangely-colored eyes. They were like mirrors, reflecting off the colors of what was around him. His clothing was peculiar and somewhat heavy...and very colorful. It seemed like he had every color of the rainbow on.

He wrinkled his little freckled nose a bit. "Yeah, Mira...where are we?" He chirped, much quieter than Termad was, tilting his head.

Miration grumbled a bit, trying to find his map as they walked into the town. They must have looked like very peculiar foreigners to the locals...all had pale skin and seemed quite outlandish.