Anastasia turned toward the hooded figure. She strained her eyes to
see his face but in vain. She took the book with her. "Why are we
here?" She asked, her voice more confident than how she felt
The hooded man mysteriously stood at one place without uttering a
single word. He looked at everyone around him. 'Looks like there's
one member short'
Navneet looked around to count all the heads nearby. 6 excluding
himself and the hooded man. He stood there in silence waiting for
everybody's next move.
Weaz stepped out from the shadows, his eyes looking heavy. "You're
not one member short, you just aren't looking in the right corner
of the room." He looked tired, "Name's Weaz, that's the only name I
know."
“If you were here before,” Zion now addressed Weaz, looking at the
newcomer with an overly suspicious look in her eye. “Why are you
only now showing yourself? Are you a spy?”
Fynn stays silent the a big smile came on there face they extended
their arm to shake his hand "how do you do I'm fynn... I don't
remember my last name but ill give myself one." They thought for a
bit then open their mouth "butts... Nope don't like that. Just Fynn
that's my name"
Hernia sighs while walking around looking at the books. She really
didn't notice the other people. She sees a book that sticks out
from the rest, it was red with black and blue colors that looks
splash. She picks it up, she was about to read the book, but then
she hears a noise. "Huh? What was that?" Hernia says while putting
the book in her coat pocket and then walks to the noise.
meh... I think I have better things to do. Thought Anastasia. She
went to find herself a seat and let the rest discuss the matter.
She read her book. Poetry. Why poetry?
Weaz chuckled, "Heh, you wish I was a spy. Besides, if I was a spy,
you wouldn't be living. That's just a fact in this new world." He
took a blade from his pocket, opening it, then runs it across the
grindstone on his arm. "I'm only revealing myself because I feel
like it."
Anastasia read the poetry reluctantly. She did not have a taste for
poetry but read it anyway. There was one particular one which
really caught her attention and she felt was somehow related to her
past. She read and was soon caught by the grasp of the poetry's
magic.