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Retconn: Before attempting to sleep, Sharp grabs some sturdy vines and ties Dougella up.
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"I heard that." Sharp mumbled, having awoken at the sound of their voices. Sharp mostly ignores his two new allies, it seemed their conversation was a private one anyway. The little ferret thing was odd but didn't seem dangerous, so he ignored at as well. He was good at ignoring things, like the guilt in his heart and the reason he was here. He stared up at the sky as he tried to fall back asleep. They were probably the same stars he could see from his home, but they felt different anyway. The yellow-brown fields of summer didn't make up the horizon, and there was no rickety mansion sitting proudly on it's hill. Krin wasn't sleeping next to him because they'd snuck out of the house to play under the moon. Sharp wondered if his ancestors had stared at the same sky, trapped in their own times. Had they been ready to die when they did? Sharp had thought he was, but staring at the stars of his childhood made him reconsider. Could he really do this? Was this really who he was? He'd always told Sharp he'd been made for the games, but Sharp couldn't have felt more out of place.
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"I won't kill an idle opponent." Shap replied, his eyes tired.
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"Oh man . . ." Says, watching her fall with a flinch unable to get up fast enough to help. "What should we do . . ?" He asked his teammates. @Spark of Hope @The Bookwyrm @TheRavenHasLanded
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"Oh yeah," Sharp said putting his knife away. "I forgot about your uh . . . fungi bits? Magic sand?"
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"Having trouble falling asleep?" Kurtis asked, finishing off the grey ration bar he'd been eating. "Want something to eat?" He offered Sosdor a grey inedible looking bar of his own.
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"Alright, but like I said, It will take me several minutes to get back in after you throw me." Penn sat down so his body wouldn't fall as he left it. You don't see his spirit leave, and he doesn't have a visible ghost. His black hair faded to white, for some reason, and his eyes glossed over.
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Sharp came back with his pile of firewood. "Let's get this fire started." He could feel the cold air on his face, though the coat kept him warm enough that it didn't bother him. He set up the sticks and lit it with some sparks from his knife. He wasn't worried about drawing attention--with a group this big it wasn't likely they'd get ambushed. Soon he had a small campfire made, in the general center of the area the group had settled down in. "Want the coat?"
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"Alright." Sharp got up and started gathering dry bits of wood.
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"R-right, we should try to settle down for the night." Sharp sat down, not sure what to do with himself. "Should we . . . try to make a fire?"
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"Where are you going?"
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"Yeah . . . a gross GM did some stuff," Sharp huffed as he jogged after Krin.
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Penn finished writing down a list of snacks for Sleeper to try. "This will be fun!"
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"Maybe, others though I doubt you've met--depressed swordsmen turn into depressed hermits more frequently then you'd think."
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"The . . . the obvious one being?" Pen asked sheepishly, he normally has a great memory but unfortunately JM doesn't.
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"Then, I'll just get a little of everything," He offered, making notes on his shopping list. "Do you have any allergies?"
