"WHAT THE?!" Roy stumbled backward, falling down. "Sorry. Not used to flying..."

"It's not so bad; then again I've only done it once, and I had to paint a Koopa Shell blue and the put it inside my mouth to do so. It's a long story that I'd rather not get into though."

"You painted a 'Koopa shell' blue then put it in your mouth to fly? That's the strangest thing I've heard so far..." He stood up. "What's with this stage anyway...? Kinda odd that a stage can fly."

"I'm not used to be carried around, so I think I'll just accompany you on the side", I told my new companions.

I became a falcon and joined the stage in the air.

"Didn't know you could transform into so many things; so you can become just about everything," Stewart asked Murmanthius. "And trust me Roy, I've done more weird things than you can think of in my adventures, trust me."

"I am a demon you know", I said. "It's not all that I can do, either. What can you do? Eat turtles?"

Are we ever going to go?, I thought to myself. We might as well not. There is no way we can win against Satanical Lord and all of those hordes that I've heard so much about.

Undead shrugged; he had no idea how the stage could fly. He looked at the DJ for an answer, but the DJ merely shrugged. Undead nodded and said, "well the DJ says that is started flying in Psypoke Party RP when, apparently, some weird RPer decided to make it fly. So his character could get somewhere quickly, I guess."

Undead looked around, taking in the scenery. To the north he could see the forest, stretching out forever. To the west and east was an enormous plain, and further on to the east was an even bigger moorish swamp. To the south... he didn't want to look to the south. But he did anyway. To the south an enormous black tower stretched into the sky, menacing spikes on all sides. Surrounding the tower was an enormous snowy wasteland, with a whole lot of wasted snow. That was where they had to go.

"Well, flying stages are the least of my worries at the moment. And you, the demon, nice transfiguration." Roy crossed his arms.

He noticed the tower off in the distance and softly growled (Like Drakaan would). I just did this...come on. This'd better be harder... Noticing what he did, he cleared his throat.

"My talents are based on quality, not quantity, and I can more than eat turtles. If you push me over the edge, you better hope you can swim," he smirked. Stewart obviously didn't enjoy Murmanthius' company, and he didn't like him much either.

"Heh. The Yoshi doesn't like the demon." Roy remarked. "Usual."

Undead put out his hands to try to seperate the bickering Yoshi and Demon. "Hey, hey hey," he said, "hey. Hey, hey. Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey. Hey. Seriously. Hey. Hey, seriously. Anger is good. It'll help us beat Dark Tyrant. Seriously."

"Y'think ya said 'Hey' enough there, Undead? I think ya got your point across."

((It's the tower of Orthanc!! ))

The hawk folded it's wings, as best as it could. The attempt just made me look kindof dumb.

"We should leave now", I said, ignoring that stupid, bickering turtle-chomper. I was feeling small and vulnerable as the bird, and I wanted to get to where I performed the best: the air.

"Meh, I agree with demon-boy here. Let's get going."

"Uh...d'ya mind if I fly there myself?" Roy asked, his voice shaking.

"Yes, let's go; the sooner I don't have to see that idiotic demon anymore, the better. Oh, and I am flying on the stage, I'm not going to eat a turtle shell to fly if you had any more 'jokes' about that."

"Meh, koopa shells. I don't need a shell. Watch this."

Roy let a little of the Transfiguration magic off, and allowed Drakaan's wings to appear, allowing him to fly.

With that, he flapped his new wings a few times. "Heh. Like 'em?"

Undead shrugged and said, "you won't need them. We're better off all on this stage, it's well armoured. In fact Murma... Merman... Mimon... Meemo? Whatever you're name is, I want you to get back on to the stage. We're about to bank left, just for the warning of you, so hold on tight." Suddenly the stage banked left, heading for the snowy wasteland, and Undeadcutlet grabbed the DJ's turntable for support.

((I didn't even know we were already flying. ))

"Hey, wait a second!" I called. "I didnt's even have time to grab on!"

I flew with all my might to catch up with them, beating powerful falcon wings to soar towards the stage. I managed to get a little ahead of them, and quickly became a turtle who immediately tucked inside it's shell to brace for impact. I came crashing onto the platform to skid to a halt directly below Undead's feet. I turned back into the boy and sat up.

"Well that was the slightest bit uncomfortable", I mumbled, trying to massage my bruised back. "And by the way", I continued, turning to Undead, "it's MURMANTHIUS!!"

"Myeh. I prefer flying myself, that way I don't have to hold on like that." He flew over to the stage and landed on it as best he could, then redid the magic seal on the wings. "But if you insist..."

"Wow, you became a turtle even at the risk of me "accidently" eating you. You've got guts," said Stewart sarcastically as he sat down on the stage as it flew.

((Is it too late to join, Undeadcutlet?))

(( It's never too late to join the RP. NEVER! ))

The stage levelled out and they flew on towards the snowy plain. They crossed the clearly defined line between the "goodlands," and the, "badlands," when suddenly an enormous jet of light shot out of the tower. It smashed into a wing of the stage, smashing it instantly, and the curtain behind started to burn. "We're going doooooooooooown!" Undead shouted as they fell.

They fell very slowly, the stage gliding down towards the ground.

"Well that could've gone better, but then again, it could've gone worse," Stewart sighed as he hopped of the damaged stage. "Although the light coming out of the tower has me concerned..."

"Um, what happened to 'we're better off all on this stage, it's well armoured'?", I asked as I stood up and dusted off my tunic. "Now what? Are we going to walk the rest of the way. Because it's a little obvious that we aren't going to be flying again soon."

Walking was not something that I was looking forward to in this barren wasteland. Especially since it meant more time that I had to spend with the ridiculous group that I was assigned to assist.

((Are we in the icy, snowy area yet?))

Roy saw the wing get hit, and the back curtain being burned. "Exactly what I was thinking. What happened to 'well armored'?"

"That tower has me concerned, too. If it can tell that we're coming...then how are we going to get to it unnoticed?"