Close Encounters

<OOC- I know WW or Cass was tagged but I really wanted to post.>

The Dwarfers spilled out onto the floor, some of them exhausted and some them feeling the excitement and adrenaline pumping through their bodies. Plisken had collapsed on the ground, his breathing heavy, his lips dry, sweat glisting on his face and a strange pain in his knee. He took of his hat and allowed the air to cool his head, glad that he wasn't going to be forced to run. His old age was a burden, he was no longer the dashing space captain he once was, but something about old age sat well with Plisken. Even if it meant that he could only just barely make it away from a legion of clowns. He glanced around. Everyone else seemed to have recovered from their run and Plisken felt a slight embarrassment come across his face. He forced himself to stand up, putting much strain on his metal arm. The silvery metal held strong as Plisken pushed himself to his feet. Once he was standing at full height, proud and tall, he dusted off his coat. The coat had lost some of its colour in recent months. Once it had been a grey-blue colour but now the constant travelling and exploring had muddied the colour to a browny-blue.

"Are you okay?" asked Jacky as Plisken padded around for a tree stump or rock to sit on. Plisken breathlessly waved the young man away and perched himself on a rather uncomfortable rock.

"There," said White Wolf proudly. The oversized hamster stood beside the strange tree scanning the portal with a... well a scanner, "The portal sould be closed for now."

"For now?" asked Alex, who seemed to have calmed down, at least for the moment.

"Yes, for now," replied White Wolf.

"Thank you Mr. Wolf," interuptted Artemis before a adrenaline fuelled argument began.

Alex turned back to Dr. Black, with whom he had been conversing with before White Wolf's announcement. She was rather a strange lass, at least in Plisken's eyes. Why she had fallen for Alex was a mystery to him but it was not Plisken's place to judge. Although she did have a funny way of pronouncing his name. Plisken shook of the thoughts as he fished in his coat pockets for his pipe. A good smoke was always needed in time like this. And in most other times too. In fact a good smoke was, and is, always needed regardless of the situation.

Plisken leant back on his rock, puffing at his pipe contently. His hat covered his eyes as he rested slightly. He was perfectlly happy to stay here while the others decided what the next best course of action was. Or untill it rained. It felt like it was going to rain.