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Fallow could really only see things by their movement; it was blurry and she hadn't adjusted to the dim light. "Over here," she muttered softly. The cloaked figure crawled into the net and assisted Sawyer out of it. "Be quiet. They can hear us, so we should get to safety soon," the cloaked man said. "Are you sure we can trust you?" Fallow murmured. The koala crawled onto her shoulder. "Would you rather die?" He whispered in reply.

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Sawyer glanced around and squinted to see better--he could make out a cloaked figure and he could faintly see Fallow's red hair. He decided to only shake his head in reply and followed the figure out of the net cautiously, taking wary steps. He wasn't sure where this man would take them, but he could only hope at this point that it was not somewhere bad.

He realized how stupid these thoughts were and silently berated himself for it. He wasn't usually one to take risks. But... if Fallow was going, he was going. Mostly because he didn't want to be by himself. And the threat of death was pretty menacing. Sawyer brushed his thoughts away and started following the cloaked man blankly, letting the darkness envelop his thoughts as well.

(I just realized that your siggie was a line from Dollhouse =d)

The koala, noticing Sawyer's struggle following the hooded man, scrambled off of Fallow's shoulder and followed next to him, occasionally switching sides and leaning against his leg to direct him if he was to wander a bit off. Fallow was too occupied to notice the lack of fluffy koala fur brushing against her cheek. She started into the man's intimidating ice blue eyes, watching as his determination faltered into sorrow and something Fallow couldn't detect. Something... darker than his words.
The look in his eyes is almost deadly... it's as if he's insane himself. Is that just him showing misery? Or is it a death penalty for us?... Fallow thought, a chill running up her spine. Distrust tingled throughout her nerves. Her fingers were shaky and cold as she fumbled silently through her jacket pocket. Her fingers clasped shakily around a cold metal handle.

It was only natural that she had felt in danger and she grabbed a weapon. Fallow clutched the fork within her first and slammed it towards the man's neck. In a flash, he squeezed her wrist and held her against the brick wall, his hood falling into his shoulders and unmasking his face. He had a pale face (that was bound to be the result of living underground), high cheekbones and strikingly pointy ears. "What are you doing?" He hissed.
Fallow's wrist was beginning to ache. His grip was firm and he could easily crack her wrist bone. "Your eyes show darkness," she said, keeping her voice low. "It is misery," the elf replied with a spiteful tone and released her. "Put your weapon away. We are about the enter the town, and it would be a nuisance to be notice by the guards." Fallow stowed her weapon away. Somehow she trusted him more. Fallow decided it was the way he was so determined to get them to safety and the promising tone he spoke with. He can fight... Fallow thought, not sure what to think about it. "I'm not going to hurt you. Please, let me help you," the elf said softly.

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Sawyer silently thanked the koala for guiding him and followed obediently. When he heard a thunk he turned and strained to see what was going on in the dim light. "What was tha--" he whispered loudly, cut off by a menacing hiss coming from the cloaked figure. As the short conversation between the elf and Fallow ended, he steered himself close to Fallow and whispered, "What was that about?"

"It's fine now," Fallow said honestly. "Trust the elf." Fallow tediously followed the elf into a place that represented a poor town. The buildings were scruffy and had many flaws in them, like a poor person's home. The people, too, looked poor and several were sad or mournful. The guards yelled at the citizens. This town needs help, Fallow thought sadly. Her eyes had adjusted to the low light and she could examine the town easily. "We'll be there soon," their guide said softly and weaved through the people. Fallow put her hand on Sawyer's shoulder and followed the elf.

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Sawyer nodded and gazed around the town with pitiful eyes. Although he kept walking, he often longed to stop and help some of the poor citizens. His eyes' focus shifted from person to person, resting his eyes on a small child slumped against a poorly-built wall, his eyes dull and his clothes tattered to the young adult holding him close. Sawyer sighed and looked down at his feet. At least then, I won't have to watch this depressing scene play out... he thought, and continued moving.

"It's hard to watch this, isn't it?" Fallow said softly, pain searing through her heart as she watched the poor people in fear knowing she couldn't help them at the moment. I will come back to help... Fallow thought, gazing around the plaza. The elf slipped into another alley that the people didn't roam.
(You can choose where they stay...)

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(Worldbuilding FTW)

Sawyer nodded in reply and followed the elf into the alley, surprised at how empty it was. Several tattered shops lined either side, all of their lights off. Sawyer saw what looked like an old flower shop: the flowers in the windowsill had wilted and petals lay strewn across the ground. The windows were shattered and, although he couldn't see inside very well, the furniture inside was clearly covered by a thick layer of dust.

They finally stopped a few minutes later. Sawyer turned and looked at the building before them. This place was not functional either, and it looked like it was abandoned quite some time ago. The building had chipping, faded red paint on its front, and the door used to be the same color, though only a few patches revealed this. The glass was dusted but firm--it hadn't been broken yet. Above the door was a piece of rotted wood with the word Butcher carved into it. Sawyer noticed that the elf had stopped by now, and realized that this would be where they would be staying.

(Eep was that too controlling DX)

(Naw I like it...)
The elf calmly strode in, in which Fallow hesitantly followed into the dark place. "It's been a while since we've had newcomers. Tell me, what makes you three the first to come in years?" He asked, taking his hood off. "We fell in a hole..." Fallow replied as the koala stared at the elf. "Kiwi, stop staring," Fallow said out of reflex. Did I just call the koala Kiwi? Fallow thought with a mental sigh. It responded, however, and stopped staring at the elf. "Now then, why don't I explain to you what's going on?" He said.
(You want to resume the conversation or should I?

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(Eheh, you seem to know what you're doing XD so I'll let you continue it.)

Sawyer looked around at the dark interior. Straight ahead was an old counter that stretched nearly the whole length of the room. Behind the counter was a doorway. He could make out a gray room with a few large hooks on the ceiling, but not much else. In the front corners of the room near the door were a few chairs, clearly having been patched up multiple times.

With his surroundings figured out, Sawyer started listening to the conversation. He nodded to urge the elf to continue, figuring he'd best keep his voice low in case anything--or anyone--passed by at that moment.

(What's the elf's name?)
"Many centuries ago, we elves lived here in peace. There was endless kindness, peace, food sources..." he then shook his head. "And then it ended. Nobody knows exactly what happened, but there was a rebellion. We were no longer allowed to leave, and that awful security escalated into... well, you saw what happened at the town."

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(Hmm... Emrys is a nice name. My headcanon is that elves have Welsh or Irish names because of their origin. ^^)

"That's awful," Sawyer let out a murmur, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt horrible just looking at the state of the citizens: their tattered clothes, dull eyes, and tangled hair. He wished he had the power to stop the guards from depriving the people from their needs, and what made him feel frustration, sadness, and pity was that he didn't have the power to. "It's horrible, what these guards are doing to these people..."

(I would of named him Legolas if it were up to me X3)
Fallow nodded, not able to find the words that expressed the pain she felt for those people. "What's your name?" She asked the elf curiously.

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