Aemon smiled to himself. This world was so different from the Otherworld, and yet it was so similar. He had never before experienced a dry wind like this, but the sand beneath his feet felt familiar, and the heat was delicious. The sunlight reflected off of almost everything, magnifying itself until he could actually feel the power it was putting in him. Sunlight was the most amazing thing about this world. Why was there no such thing in the Otherworld? There, everything was illuminated by its inhabitants. Aemon had no doubt that when he returned, his glow would be far greater than that of anyone else, merely because of the sunlight.

He stretched his wings, then cracked his neck. That was something new, too. In his noncorporeal form, he obviously was unable to do things like that. This corporeal form was magnificent, though--the sensations were so much more vivid. He could feel the heat from the sand soaking in through his feet, he could feel the hot breeze on his face, and the dust starting to coat him. Truly, this was marvelous. He looked up, and there was the marvelous blue sky, so different from the iridescent one in the Otherworld, and the golden sun. He would be able to enjoy himself here for a long time--or rather, he should be able to, except that when he had slipped through the leak from the Otherworld, he had noticed something else--there was a leak from the Underworld, too, one that mortals probably couldn't see, but it was plainly obvious to any of his kind.

The thought creased his brow in a frown. If there were twisted spirits being loosed upon this world, then its beauty would not be so beautiful. It would be diminished, until it became a desolate ruin. That shouldn't be allowed to happen. He wouldn't let it.

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Aaron, and his untidy head of blonde hair, strolled into the kitchen to start his favorite part of any living space - the coffee maker. The resisdent zombie watched impatiently as the dark brown liquid slowly began to drip down into the glass pot, and was soon being lulled back to sleep staring at the repetitve sight. His eyes began to waver shut, and he promptly fell back onto the arm of the couch that, luckily, was behind him.

But then, to his mind's everlasting horror, a noisy, high-pitched ringinng brought him shooting up from his current possition with wide eyes. Aaron seemed more awake now. It was almost as if he could feel the blood begining to flow faster and faster. Looking at his army wristwatch, accurate to the thousandth of a second, his eyebrows raised for a brief second.

0h.7m.12.895s... New record! Aaron quickly and silently celebrated his new waking-up record, and proceded to pick up the phone after he heard Neil's voice on the other end.

"Hello? Neil?" He paused to cough and glance at the coffee maker, which was now begining to fill. "What in the name of everything beautiful possesed you to wake us up at-" He checked his watch, "One in the morning?!" He talked loudly into the phone, ignoring the fact that his watch -and his body- were still set for american central time.

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"What're you talkin' about?" Neil said to Aaron. "It's past 9." He reached for his cup of coffee, left sitting on the table, and took a sip. He grimaced. It was lukewarm.

Aaron groaned. He had forgotten about the time change. How, he didn't know for sure, but he had.

"Oh... Yeah, right.... Sorry for yelling at you, but I wouldn't normally be up for at least another 4 hours... What time do they expect us at the site, dig ready?"

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"No problem." Neil walked towards the microwave, phone propped on one shoulder. "We're supposed to be there at 10 a.m. 'sharp', according to the dig director." He put his coffee cup in the microwave and punched the 30-second button.

Aaron groaned again. That only gave him about an hour to get up and at 'em, then to drive to the site, which was about 15 minutes away.

"Alright. See you then?"

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"Aye, see you." Neil hung up, and took his coffee out of the microwave. He needed it. He had been up for several hours already, unable to sleep. His first few nights in a strange room were always hard on him.

Ardra was thoroughly enjoying herself in the new world. She had explored the building she was in, and had found many interesting things, but she was beginning to wonder if she should go past its stone boundaries. Once again, her curiousity pulled her away to the unknown.

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((my bios:
name: Kathrine(Kit)
age: 26
occupation: archeologist
gender: female
apperence: usually messy orange hair, blue eyes, pale. Tall and skinny.
attire: Jeans, or khaki shorts, baggy T-shirt, hiking boots, brown leather cowboy hat, sunglasses. Hair in low ponytail
weapons: pocket knife and handgun
history: She grew up in California, and attended a collage in Washington state. Just a few weaks before she had joined the archiological dig thats taking place in egypt.

name: Syrithian
age: ageless
gender: male
occupation: evil being
physical apperence: a few...(if thats alright) One would be a small boy, who looks the age of 7(egyptian boy). 1 human head, 1 sneak head, body of a lion, wings like a bat, tail like a monkey, horse-hoof back legs..(it's alright if it's crazy like that.. is it? You said you could go wild with the looks department!))

Kit woke up abrutly, hearing the loud alarm of her clock. With a groan, she shut it off, and walked over to the frige in her apartment. She grabbed a liter of coke that was in there, and drank it. Kit rather liked coke to wake her up, instead of coffee, which she never liked the taste of. With a sigh, she pulled a brush through her messy orange hair, and tied a rubber band around it.
Kit sat down at the kitchen table, and flipped on her laptop...

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Syrithian floated around the underworld, when he saw a crack in it. Curious, he went through without a second thought. On the other side, he found himself in the human world. Smiling, Syrithian morphed into the form of a small boy, and started running around.
"The place has changed alot since I was trapped in the underworld," he said to himself...

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