'I'm upside down, I think” Zephyr thought to himself. Or was he, wind on his face woke him up but his eyes were stuck shut, he couldn't open them at all. He heard a small crash below him of something hitting wood. Smelling salt on the air and his hair smelled a little brunt he couldn't tell where he was.<br/><br/>He was fully aware of what happened and was more than livid in the memory of that metal idiot more than Likely getting them killed.<br/><br/>Was he dead?<span style="color: DarkGreen"> 'If I'm dead where the hell are all the sexy demon chicks?” </span>He muttered to himself while he hung. Wait, he was hanging he could feel the sway. Sway? Where they on water, no way in hell they were. They had been in a burning building, even a spell to teleport could not put them on the open water. Let alone on a boat, the chances would have to be, one in a million for that to happen.<br/><br/>He finally felt his eyes open, the paralysis wearing off only enough to allow small movement it seemed, not walking or moving limbs but to open his mouth and eyes. Well fuck, they were on water, and a boat<span style="color: DarkGreen">. “WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!” </span>He shouted at the top of his lungs. He was hanging upside down by his leg  at least a good thirty feet off the water he couldn't move anything and it seemed his foot was caught by his ankle in one of the ropes that the sails used. Normally he would have been able to get out of this easily, this was nothing compared to walking a tight rope that was on fire. Without being able to move his arms or leg however he was stuck there, upside down by his leg.<br/><br/>He felt the wind splash water onto his face and could taste it on the rough hair he refused to shave as it refused to grow any longer than stubble. His brown hair has been singed shorter and looked more boyish on him then his long hair, it now hung down from his head looking like it was cut in half, the ends looking more black than brown.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkGreen">“Someone? Anyone?” Help?”</span>He called out again not able to move his neck yet were was hanging so he only had a view of a possible  face plant of death at the wood below him. Then he saw something odd and some of the events made sense now. He tasted salt water. He heard a smash.<span style="color: DarkGreen"> “Where the fuck is my mask?” </span>He called down to anyone below who could hear him.<br/><br/>Everyone could see him, it was like being naked only a thousand times worse. He wasn't used to showing off his face and a dark red blush maybe from embarrassment or maybe form the blood rushing to his head forced across his cheeks.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>