Argenti

Fenir wrinkles his nose in disgust. He smells the waves of malice that comes with the darkside boiling off Kyrs, like a mix of the iron tang of blood and strong spiced wine. He bristles in panic, before thinking rationally, and realizing the aura isn't quite right for a Sith. Not enough Torture and Sorcery; must just be some random darksider. A sad kind of person.

"The two of us can have a much better cover story than one person! Doesn't it seem suspicious to be "the sole survivor?" They'll know, she's working with you, and They'll never trust her!"

Fenir tightened his cloak around his face; in part to avoid panic, part because it's just plain cold. He feels the eyes on him, and wonders if anyone has come for him yet. He lowers himself into the force, feeling the thrum of people all around him, noting Kyrs as force sensitive.

Fenir sat on a sun dappled rock under the shade of the tree he grew, his blade laying beside him. I should go to the town. I'll need food and water; I can't just live on the force and fruit. He guessed he wasn't the only person living here, trying to hide away. Since Jedha is so incredibly strong in the force, it should mask his presence from the Sith. Force forbid my father finds me. He had ran from his home on his mother's plea, to not become like his father, not like his sister. The screams of that poor twilek family still echoing through his mind. So much blood... From that moment on, he swore to never take a life. He rose to his feet, grabbing the shivering blade and sheething it. He grabbed a few more pieces of fruit, placing each in his pack and swinging it over his shoulder before walking down the packed dirt road, whistling to himself while he walks.

Argoyle turns on the flashlight and shines it in the snakes face "And you think I didn't just bring you two fresh people?"

Argoyle swims around towards the shore, and starts feeling around for Barry's flashlight. He definitely won't feel anything warm and wet.

And with that, thunder claps outside, and the lights turn back on.

Just gotta last a week.

He flails and bubbles before surfacing again. "Could you not???"

"Please put her down..."

"Zero hisses for both?" "Do snakes even have genders?"

"Hiss once if you're a girl, twice if you're a guy?"

"Uh. Snake bro could you put them down gently please?"

Well, He's dead. Should have said hello. I really wonder why I'm not dead. Argoyle keeps treading water, listening to what he presumes to be barry splat against the floor.

"Shhh." they hand him some food, which looks like leaves wrapped around some kind of tofu.

Argoyle looks for his flashlight, but it's sunk to the bottom of the pool. Oh well.

@Kino

"Guys, relax. Talk to it."