Northanger
Of the Cardinal Fury
Isylte smiled slightly at the lively actitude of Karma. She hadn't come to this place since her arm was nearly severed by West. She landed front of a old wooden shack. The wood was so old that instead of being brown, it was nearly black, and all of the windows were broken and covered up by wood. A single sign in the yard of the shack had a skull painted on it, and 'Private property' painted in red.. "Okay, we arrived our destination, Mister." She said, shifting to her normal form.(Sorry I had classes today)
Karma looked down at the landscape. "Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." he let out a surprisingly upbeat laugh. "I can still laugh at least. For a second, I thought it was all over. I handle Darkn energy about as well as my dad handles liqour on sunday evenings."