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Twas also awake till midnight . . . not doing anything I just take a while to fall asleep

"That," He grumbled, trying to straighten his uniform as best he could from his awkward position, "Is classified information from the king . . ." He then eyed Lusha, taking in her appearance.

Oh my goodness should we form a club (same #3)

"Where do you think you'll go?" July asked, "There are lots of good places to hide, I found a ton when I was on my own." "Yeah, when you got found," June snickered, "Fantastic places to hide, I'm sure." "Whatever," July said waving his hand in the air.

She heard a crash as he thudded back to the ground. "Ma'm . . . could you kindly make up your mind?" He winced from inside the tangle.

"Wonderful!" He passed her a cup and the carton of orange juice. June rolled his eyes, optimism was not his thing. "We're going to go to your village next, right? That'll be fun," July continued, "I'm sure we'll figure out the exact plan once August gets up."

"Good morning April!" July called cheerfully, "How're you?"

"Alright, we can do that! I think, probably." Aki glanced at the map on the monitor, and pointed to what he thought was an elevator near them, "How about that one?"

The man dashed back into the woods, disappearing in the greenery.

"Up and down . . ." He considered, "I see, so it leaves a big hole and you want to climb up the hole?"

"I see . . ." He replied wistfully, somewhat lost in thought. "And what are you going to do about that?" He pointed in the direction of the lost group, "Or was that your doing as well?" He scrambled up and away. He just shook his head, and moved to run back into the forest.

Aki's brow furrowed, " . . . What is an elevator?"

At this point, I think if we're interested in revisiting this, we ought to just set up a new Loz rp since we didn't really know what Fadrans plans were.

"Oh dear . . ." Penn said, running a hand over his face, "And I brought my planner thinking it would help--now it will be our downfall . . ."

"A-ah," Jerehlu said, glancing in the direction where he'd sent the last of his men, "And if they don't want you as their leader?" "N-no, I don't know who that is, honest," He said, panicked. They seemed to have cleared out, or have hidden again, except for the one Lusha had cornered.

"No, you don't understand," Sharlin said, her voice shaky, "I. Need. It. Back." She let out a laugh, but it didn't sound amused at all, like pieces of porcelain shattering. "Squall!" She said, raising her voice, not noticing the parachute. Sharlin, it's fine, just calm down-- She tried, she really tried. But there were flashes of things all around her. There She was, standing in the boat behind Winter, her face faded out. She was shaking her head, arms folded behind her back. An eye opened in the faded head, bright yellow and staring. The eyes were everywhere, she could feel them. Like bright lights in a carnival they lined her sky, staring. Then there was the sound of running, and the color red in all the places it shouldn't be. The eyes flashed away, but Sharlin knew they were still there, just closed. The noise was worse, echo's and screeches and voices. "B-be quiet . . . be quiet . . ." Sharlin whispered, her earlier anger melted away in the face of terror. And she had been doing so good so far too . . . --Take deep breaths, and try to focus on real things, Sharp was saying, trying to help but only adding to the cacophony. His voice was warped and hideous, filtered through the other noises. "Squall, squall, squall, please." She ran her hands over her face, tears slipping out.

The night, longer then most, finally faded and gave way to dawn. The sun rose on an empire collapsing in on itself, it's heart rotten away. The chaos, however, had not reached Marnie's inn just yet. Indeed, the sun creeping through her front windows was just the same as any other morning. Her bar the same scrubbed chestnut; Every bottle in it's perfect row. The long curved scimitar she hadn't touched in years nestled just in reach underneath the countertop. She was the first to rise, as always (well, if you didn't count her blonde friend who hadn't ever actually gone to bed), and began setting up just as usually. After about an hour, the sun fully up now, a young man slid down the stairs and peaked inside the common room. His long black was loose, one of his arms was in a sling and he had a half empty bag slung over his shoulder. "June?" Marnie asked, seeing him. She'd only seen him for the first time last night, and even with August's descriptions the twins looked too much the same to her. Luckily it seemed she'd guessed right because June crossed the room to her bar, glancing back nervously at the door he'd come through. "Good morning! I'm not . . . sure you should be out of bed," She said with a chuckle. June glowered at her, "Whatever, it doesn't hurt." Marnie surveyed his hunched and tight posture. ". . . right." "Anyway," June said, waving his hands in the air as if clearing away her words, "Do you know where I can buy a horse?" She raised an eyebrow. "No." "Seriously? You live around here, you'd know where to buy a horse." "Alas, I'm a friend of August, and I don't think he'd appreciate you slipping away." He studied the floor, obviously considering his options. Surely, he knew he wouldn't be able to outrun them on foot. June seemed to realize this, as he let his bag fall to the floor with a clunk, and climbed up onto a bar-stool. Marnie gave him a smile, he ignored it. "Could I maybe get you something to take the edge off those injuries?" She asked. "No, I ate alcohol." He leaned forward and laid his head on the table, using his arms as a pillow. Not a moment later, the door to upstairs slammed open, July bursting inn. "June! There you are! I got so worried when I saw you weren't in your room!" "Oh . . ." June replied, and some semblance of guilt flashed over his face. July hurried over, hovering over June's slouched form in a concerned manner. "You should still be resting." June leaned back, meeting his eyes, "I don't feel like it." "That's not a good reason . . . August's still not up yet and I don't want to wake him, he needs the rest." "Mr. Responsible sleeping in? That's new." July frowned, "Last night was hard on everybody, you know that." "It's not like he actually did anything last night," June muttered bitterly, leaning back onto the counter. July just sighed, clearly unwilling to argue further. September entered, looking as put together as possible in his situation. He's ditched the fancy robes, and was wearing as simple shirt and trousers--probably something he'd been wearing under the robes. He sat at his own table, clearly not sure what to do with himself. The blonde girl was still at her corner table, but now instead of snoozing she was writing furiously in the journal Rye had discovered. She hummed softly to herself, tapping her foot against the table's leg. Some kind of drink was next to her in a tankard, despite the early hour. "Hey lady," June finally said, "Do you have any orange juice?" Marnie chuckled, "Of course," and bustled off to get some. July smirked and took a sit at the bar next to his brother. @Spark of Hope @BlueWildRye @Through The Living Glass @TheRavenHasLanded

that's right, sonny boy

I have like uh like 3 months? but it's closer to two . . .

that's it I'm staying inactive