Charlotte pried up the floorboards in the room where she’d hidden
her belongings. Moving quickly, she slung her bag over her shoulder
and sheathed her long dagger in her belt. She stomped the boards
back in place, dust flying up slowly, and sprinted down the hallway
back outside. She arrived back at the group barely even out of
breath, but still felt the need to apologize.
“Sorry,” she explained, ducking her head, “I…forgot some of my
things.”
"Aw, why not? You showed me other drawings before! And it's not
like I haven't seen the Saint yet either, you know?" Iteral
remained stubborn, hanging upside down again and next to Kendo, on
"eye level" before returning Charlotte to normal speed again and
taking her clock back.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"You're mean sometimes." Iteral raises an eyebrow, floating
directly in front of him now. "You usually show me pictures... are
you ashamed of not being able to draw her? Or..." She grins all of
a sudden. Very smugly. "... do you like her design?"
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Uh... what is that?" Charlotte asked, referencing to the clock
Iteral just pulled out of her pocket and totally oblivious to the
argument that was developing, "it's not a brainwashing device, is
it? Because I've never experienced it myself, but..."
Quick explanation for Charlotte followed, to not interrupt their
convo: "A clock that speeds you up. Felt like you were in a hurry.
And Kendo..." She turns, her voice turning a little flirty. "I'm
not hearing a noooo~"
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
While the others were seemingly distracted, Tom carefully climbed
through the back window which he had broken the night before. He
stumbled out of the manor, falling flat on his face into the dirt
below the window. Luckily, it wasn't that much of a fall, since it
was a first-floor window. Tom took a long sip of the Smirnoff
stored in his flask, and then proceeded to try to find a way to
trek on until he found a safe place to rest some more, as he had
barely gotten any sleep the previous night. The only problem was
making a run for it, without any of the others spotting him...
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Meanwhile, Tord was still sitting in the tent, waiting for the
coast to appear clear enough for him to make a mad dash for his
Secret Bunker-Hideout, which contained the key to his plan for
total world domination...
Selaphiel rolled her eyes. "Yes, she's beautiful. We get it. But we
need to go. Speaking of, how was your visit? You came back horribly
late. What were you doing?"
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆑 𓇗𓋼 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light
I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
"You're kidding.... You literally saw her for an hour, not even.
How are you so dependent on her now? It makes no sense." Well,
wasn't she fun at parties. "Let's go. No time to waste."
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆑 𓇗𓋼 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light
I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
"I heard of tales like that. Usually in romances." Iteral laughs a
bit, lowering her broom and offering a ride for anyone incapable of
flight or keeping up.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Romance? Last time I tried that it ended in tragedy. Of course, I
was just playing matchmaker. Really shouldn't have let the Capulet
girl and Romeo get together. That was stupid on my part."
Caspian’s face brightened up. “Really? Thank you for letting me
know Iteral!” Caspian was trying to be as formal as possible while
also being a ten year old. He finished his breakfast on schedule
and went up to his room to spend his ten minutes reading a fantasy
book rather than one of the books about his education intelligence
wise and ruler wise. Back at the table, most of the staff finished
eating and went back to their duties around the castle. It seemed
that Caspian wasn’t very strict about his staff and very kind to
them, which made many if them enjoy their jobs more than they
expected to. Much of the staff had some sort of body part or
deformity that was animal-like about them, but there was also white
a few people who seemed without those. This was actually similar
with most of the kingdom. His adviser was also in the few people
without any traits of animals. After he finished breakfast, he
asked Iteral, “Would you mind giving me the schedule for the rest
of the day?” He wanted to make sure Caspian was sticking to his
daily schedule and what had been added to do for the day.
"Well, that happens sometimes. Hope it works out for you more, even
if you might date something akin to a god." Iteral sighs a little
dreamy. She hasn't tried romance before... hell, Kendo was the
first and only thing she has as a friend. And even he left for some
time. A lonely wanderer through time.
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"Oh, sure. Well, it goes like this..." Lean Iteral smiles, also
being one of the few without animal features. Well, unless you
count her temper, which is described as "feral" by some. She goes
through the plan, all being aligned and structured nicely, with
some breaks in-between but overall, a packed day. Then comes the
end: "I was able to reallocate a certain evening meeting though. He
has some spare time in the late hours, for personal recreation."
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Rei entered into one of the guest rooms. It was nice but simple,
and some shelves where he could out some thing onto. After an hour
or so of unpacking, he was finished. Most of the stuff was normal
stuff like collectibles but particularly there was a shiny keychain
of a black swan making a heart shape. There was supposed to be a
white swan making the other heart but it seemed to be gone. Rei
would stare at it at some points.
"The stars in my memories that
I can't express in words, all packed into a balloon,
Soars across the Milky Way, carrying travelers, a dream" "It won'tend yet,""I don't wantit to end" "But even so, one day.."
-Mr. Showtime