Nimh rp

[Spanked Doom]

Justin stopped and looked up at the construction of one of the buildings in time to see the white-furred wonder (as the guards had come to call him) and to see the little girl on his shoulders. "I think she's up there," he said, pointing at Leeroy.

Martin stared at the spectacle wide eyed and slightly stunned. He looked over at Teressa then because he knew that she would flip.

Mrs. Brisby clung tightly to Jeremy's back, remembering how much she hated this again. "It's okay Mrs. B," he said. "We'll be there in, oh, half-an-hour."

[Chrysm]

As Cynthia looked around, she soon spotted Justin and her siblings.

As Martin stared gog-eyed at the White Wonder, Teresa looked on with shock, fear and worry fighting for the right to be shown on her face.

[Xam]

Timothy began flailing his arms when he saw where Cynthia was. "Oh my god! What if they fall! Whats gonna happen to Cynthia!? We have to do something!"

Leeroy stood on the tip top of the building on one foot, his arms outstretched to keep balance. "Well miss Cynthia? Can you see your family or not? And if so which way are they?"

[Chrysm]

Cynthia scanned the land below, soon spotting a small figure waving its arms. As she gazed closer, she noticed it was Timmy.

"There" she said, pointing toward Timmy.

[Xam]

Leeroy nodded and jumped down, sliding down the roof and leaping to the next. He made his way over to them, but seeing no soft landing he moved a little down the street until he say a bundle of what looked like hay. He dive bombed into it and both were safely caught by the hay. He shuffled out of it with her still on his back, and slowly walked over to Justin and the group. Timothy nearly feinted.

[Spanked Doom]

Even Martin freaked out then, but breathed a sigh of relief as he came out safely. Justin smiled, having seen Leeroy at this before. Even if he thought it a drastically unusual art, the man at least was useful on many occasions.

"Children, may I introduce Leeroy. He's been, well, something of a scout for us," Justin said. "And Timmy, Teresa; you can start breathing again any time."

[Chrysm]

Cynthia laughed with excitement as Leeroy went leaping across rooftops and soon landing in a hay pile. She surprisingly remained latched to the white rat's back the whole time, and only now let go and rolled around in the hay, still having a giggling fit.

[Xam]

Timothy gasped, indeed he hadn't been breathing. He panted heavily trying to catch his breath. He'd been terrified for his little sister that entire time. He ran over to her and hugged her in the hay. "Little sister are you okay?!"

The albino rat fell to one knee and bowed. "Leeroy Albion, son of Leonidas Albion. I live to serve those who are in need of my techniques. It is an honor to meet you all." He turns to Justin and says, "Ah, Justin, I assume you are looking after these children. Does the one named Cynthia fall under your care as well? If so I am glad to have returned her."

[Chrysm]

"Timmy, I'm fine!" Cynthia said, forcefully pushing him away due to embarrassment.

[Spanked Doom]

"Indeed," Justin replied. "And thank you," he said, quite sincerely. He then looked down at Cynthia. "Don't you ever run off like that again," he said, not angrily, but sternly. "Your mother trusted you all to my care, and you're being here is already up to question. Now, when Mrs. Brisby does get here, I am telling her about this," he said. He wondered if he should discipline her right now. Something told him he should, as he would do exactly that if it had been Timmy or Teresa or Martin. He decided to hear her response first.

Martin, however, came over to Cynthia and very firmly grabbed her by the arm. "You could have been hurt or worse. Don't ever run off like that again," he said, his voice edging with the promise of punishment.

At that, Justin decided he would need to, especially since this seemed like a common occurrence. "Perhaps we should go see the school. We can have some... privacy there... to talk. Again, thank you, Leeroy."