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Alinta watched silently as he worked. Yeh, he must be Japanese, she recognized the way he'd hone his blade...from a live action romance - forbidden flowers in bloom. She wished she was at home, warm in her bed...eating out of a bucket of ice cream watching that show. Instead...she was here, with a real life swordsman, it'd almost make her heart flutter - if she wasn't completely terrified of him.

Alinta didn't quite realize she was staring till he stood and let the sword hit the wood with a thwak. She jolted with a flinch, eyes shifting to the blade. Then, in a movement the woman barely noticed she found him leaning right over her. Soft grey eyes staring down at her. They didn't look like the hardened eyes of a killer...they looked tired. Pained...And he smelt..nice.. The woman expected him to smell like blood and metal but instead...

Hints of tea, a sycamore tree...old paper and inks...and something else she couldn't quite pick, but it was floral.

The lonely Ronnin, gone from heart and home, an outcast in late winter, never to return to home and warmth...

No. Alinta couldn't get side-tracked. This was dangerous. 

He ripped the close from her mouth and Alinta gave a struggling gasp of air. He had caught onto her trying to remember what he looked like?

What the fuck..How the fuck did he figure any of that out?

How would he know that she'd tell? He had no way of following her 24/7 - and no way of waltzing into Oscars shop...all Alinta had to do was survive, and she'd run straight there. Her deep purple eyes, like amethyst shifted away from his.

"Here...it's...I-I-...Alinta...Real name....U..Uhm...R-...Raven...Ebonhart..." She muttered, then cleared her throat. "I mean...I used to be Rachel but....I got it legally changed t-t-to Raven Ebonhart..." She stammered. Alinta was absolutely terrified of this man, but with him being so close like this...she swallowed.

He'd stand and return to honing another blade. This time...Alinta purposefully kept her gaze away, but only for a few minutes before she they shifted back to him. There was no way he'd be able to do anything....right? It's the entire reason he was holed up here with her, the reason he had her as a hostage. And a hostage...was no good dead...right?

Dare she mention that? "I...I'm n-no use....uh....." She was going to say she was no use to him dead. But her courage wavered with another draw of the sharpening tool across his blade. She winced and her gaze fell down to the ground, what little courage she had lost. Oscar was the only person she was really close to. The only person on her friends list... she just had to make it back to him.

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The man sat in front of the fire letting the moisture dry up, chewing on a prepared meal. One of many that lined his almost insatiable pockets. "Decent goal, more then I can say about most." The man shrugged and leaned to look over his left shoulder, toward the door as it shook under the storm. "Might have, seems pretty horrendous out there." Gaius chuckles unwrapping a bit more paper, and digging. One of the toppings fall out and drop to the fire, making a hiss as its flash cooked. "You'll get there, the fact your out here trudging up to your knees in shit. That kind of determination doesn't grow on trees." With that statement he recalls how many players thought like Reytac, wished to develop and grow but basically confined themselves to floor 1 and stuck to the constant rats race of grinding at sunrise then hiding in a tavern come nightfall. The very same he'd offered a hand on numerous occasions but he could only help them so far, the rest had to come from within.

"Me?" The topic shift had him raise an eyebrow in reflection, pressing an open hand into his chest as if it was odd. "Uh, well its not nearly as grandiose a venture. This swamp has a tendency to grow mushrooms and things. Truffles, puffballs, shiitake. Stuff like that, kind of hard to get them other places." Gaius would pay a shrug to the guy, finding his reason for diving head first into the storm to be far more lame. "I'm a cook, and run a restaurant. But most of my sus or assistants aren't really tough enough for floors like these. So a little leg work from the boss keeps the wheels turning." With that statement he slides open the final bit of the sandwich, taking in the last chunk. Like a ravenous animal, his appetite was never ending.

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"Determination, huh? Yeah, I suppose that's a good word for it. Better than 'bloody-minded stubbornness', at least." Reytac let out a chuckle as he took another bite of the sandwich. This was probably one of the better things he'd eaten - definitely better than most of the vendor food he'd been getting by with so far. He was trying his best to go slow - he'd have to ask Gaius where he had picked up - 

Reytac paused, mid chew, to stare at the other man across from the fire, then swallowed the food in his mouth roughly, nearly coughing since he'd definitely swallowed without chewing fully. He took a drink of water to try dislodging the lump in his throat, then rapped one hand against his chest. "Wait, for real? You're a chef? That's awesome! I forgot that we could take up professions like that - does that mean you made this, too? Because sir, let me tell you, it is awesome." He waggled the half-eaten sandwich towards Gaius while he was talking, then resumed eating for a moment. Then kept going, until he'd finished the sandwich and took another drink of water from his canteen.

"Well, Mr Gaius, I am definitely going to have to swing by your store at some point. I'll try to bring some supplies with me when I do - in this kind of place, it's probably better to pay with raw materials than just basic cash, I guess." He let out a chuckle and shook his head, taking a moment to push some of the water-slicked hair back from his face. 

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Gaius sat next to the hearth just listening to the recount and introspection from Reytac, long past finished with his meager lunch. At least meager for him. "Nothing wrong with being stubborn. Just means you don't give up." The man couldn't help but bolster the sentiment with his own feelings on the matter, it was a creed he lived by. Without much focus the dragoon would scan the surroundings, finding the decrepit guard tower to be an odd yet pertinent structure plucked out at random. There was something rather whimsical for a place so mundane to be suited to an introduction. In another timeline, he could have wandered past it and this never would have happened. Fate is weird like that. The random change where things align in such a way that unforeseen circumstances will change based on them. A lasting impression, one created entirely by chance.

The sudden coughing fit drug aloof thoughts aside and snapped reality back front and center. His attention shifts to Reytac, a little concerned as the guy starts to chug a canteen. "You alright?" The guy shows a lick of concern, but the change in expression left the reason for his Heimlich to become obvious. "Oh, for sure. I am one of the best chefs in Aincrad if not the best. My food is pretty well sought after, and the Rolling Bite is pretty damn busy at all hours." That statement struck a string of pride in the guy, given it was all due to his hard work and the multiple apprentices he'd taken. One star at a time. "Wouldn't mind a little more deliveries every so often, god forbid half this stuff is a bit off the wall to collect from a market stall. As for raw resources, rarer the better. Tuna, oysters, crawdads, stuff you wouldn't find floating in the stalls in the town of beginnings." The guy chuckles after the longer response, realizing this storm was going to be taking its time so it wouldn't hurt to get comfortable.

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The man looked on in a belated and elated silence, watching in a barely contained excitement as a card is drawn by the magenta haired Ceres. The metal bladed card spoke to a grim possibility, but as its turned over it was as if something unnatural had been revealed. Like a damn breaking the man grabs abrasively at her wrists, yanking it into view as if in shock. "A queen.... of hearts!?" Tybalt expresses in a sharp manic hysteria, breaking into sinister laughter snatching the card from her hand. Without even the slightest due to personal space, the man begins to pull her about by the shoulders as he starts to inspect her. A twist of her jaw, a huff of her neck. Like a zoologist checking an animal a bit too close for comfort. Even her most precious of spaces would be invaded as he'd check over every inch. Looking for some marker, some proof to go along with the card.

What he would find is the little distinguished imprints of a black heart and a red diamond pressed into a space just beneath her hair, it causes him to press an index against it and twist as if pointing out a location on a map as he mimics tears. "Vex my boy, my sweet sweet boy. You SHOULDN'T HAVE. Such a magnificent present to get your dear old DAD! Divine, Sublime, Prime, Sunshine, Fine. A perfect time!" The man became positively staggeringly ecstatic. A twist of her hair, a glance into her eyes. "You'll do YOU'LL do~ Ceres, I need you my dear. NOW MORE THEN EVER. Become the other kidney dear Alice, oh pretty please~ Like my boy VEX, I promise you'll do great."

A conversation seems to continue on in his head, as he mumbles inconsistent phrases and words beneath his breath, all the while Tybalt seemed hard set at checking every orifice. Her teeth, her gums, in her ears. "Follow the white rabbit dear, down to wonderland we go!" Without even waiting for a word, Tybalt rips his hat off his own head, pressing it into hers and passing a pair of cards into the air. The things fly but halt, becoming seized and lingering before they draw a ring of magic in connection. What follows is a gateway, and Tybalt cannot contain himself. An unceremonious shove using his hip, the girl is dropped <<down the rabbit hole>> into realms of chaos and topsie turvie mania.

The Cheshire Cat had found its girl, and where she'd end up would be up to her. Either with a tombstone, or performing her own lunacy to a crowd forced to bear witness.

Moved to Floor 25, ???

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The card that Ceres pulled was a Queen of hearts. "Hmm?" A small tilt of her head as she only just now noticed the metallic sheen to them. "Metal?" she would ask as she stared at the card. How sweet....the man must really adore his cards to have a metal set made. Ceres turned the card to show Tybalt. "Look!" She smiled at him. "It really is like that fairy tale, huh? Although no roses are being painted red...." She would glance around the marshlands, to see if there were any such things.

"A queen.... of hearts!?"

There was a sudden and almost desperate grasp around her wrist holding the card, then the other - yanking her forward with such force that their foreheads collided. "G-careful!" 

The man then broke out into a fit of hysteria - cackling and laughing as he practically swung her about. "Oh! Uhm!" He started to jump for joy so Ceres imitated him, jumping in time with his little acts of glee! A tiny laugh bubbling from her lips. "Is...did I win something!?" She asked.

Then another hard pull, he didn't seem to hear her as he started to spin her body around. "W-What are you?" He talked over her, running hands over her shoulders, sniffing her neck - picking up her hair. Ceres caught a hitch in his breath as he saw the back of her neck. She felt goosebumps as he pressed a gloved finger to it; suddenly screaming about Vex. 

"Is Vex coming?" She asked, beginning to feel overwhelmed at the way he poked and prodded at her, pulling her shirt loose to peek beneath, lifting up one of her feet and taking off a boot, tossing it carelessly over his shoulder. Her foot landed back in the mud with a squelch. The woman had no idea what was happening.

"N..Need me?" She'd ask, the man was so close now - her nose touched the smooth porcelain of his mask. She could smell him like this...like freshly laundered linen and a smokey fireplace.  She had no idea what he meant by 'like Vex' But she assumed he was asking her to party up, the talks about being another kidney and all.. "If you want to party up for something I can do that." Another assumption, that Vex would be joining them. "Uhm.. I don't have any skills invested yet so-"

Pomf!

An oversized hat was shoved fast over her head. "B-But I'm not the white rabbit!" A whine of protest as she lifted her arms trying to pry it off. A stumble as she struggled to pull it off. 

Then a finger in her mouth, "Ueark!" A hand lifting her arm to inspect her armpit, a grab here, and there - and most everywhere Ceres wasn't really interested in such things, but the way he prodded at her had her blushing. Coupled with the fact she couldn't see what he was doing. "S-stop! Half of that tickles!"
 

"Follow the white rabbit dear, down to wonderland we go!"

Then , she felt a shove - and the sensation of falling, and falling

and falling...


                    and falling.......

                                              and falling....

 

Alice, a childish fancy take, and with a gentle hand

Lay it where childhood dreams are twined in Mem'ry's mystic band

Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers pluck'd in a far off land.

Moved to Floor 25, ???

 


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Satisfied both in answer and in the tempering of his left hand blade, its flicked into a half circle and slid behind his left shoulder. Into the scabbard it goes, tucked away until he'd need it like any other tool. The trembling of the woman proved wonders to convey her weakness, clearly he had cut through all the projected bravado and find the whimpering child beneath it. "Rachel. Fancy pop culture and fads, meaning your personality is defined by whatever is popular at the time." His legs fold and from a small pouch on his left hip, he'd pull a scroll and begin to unfurl it long. A quill with a bladed tip begins to slide across the page, entombing the information she'd given upon its surface. The broken down home was silent minus her breathing and his own feverish scratching, for a bit longer then most could bear.

"No use to me dead?... I think you misunderstand your situation..." Bran finishes her sentence with his section of note taking with a pause of the quill. "You aren't dead because I've chosen to not kill you, as a hostage most guards couldn't care less and would cut through you to swing at me. So it is best you don't get confused. Which brings me to my follow up question. Who you know, if you were to get out of here where would you end up? Where do you stay? Speak." The mans questions were loaded and spoken with resolute demand, as was how intently his fixation was locked to her every motion, every whimper and huff of air. Most would overlook such body language, and even fewer could recognize what it relayed. Hayate however was a practiced killer, a man of method and precision. To cut through the bullshit and discern the truth from lies was part of the MO. Even long time thieves could hardly pass something through. With his questions driven home, he'd sit idle for as long as it took. The girl had potential, far more then he believed that she may. There was a stroke of bravery in there, albeit easy to dismantle. More Bran couldn't help but get the sense that the girl had little attachments within Aincrad, and what most would not deny is women had a bit more leeway then men. They were easier to forgive, pardon and absolve from sin. A fact Bran aimed to exploit, even now more then ever.

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"Ah, yeah, it'd make sense that you wouldn't get a lot of seafood down on the first floor. Hmm, if that's the case I'll have to pick up a spear or something -  I don't really trust myself with a fishing rod." Reytac let out a laugh at that idea - sitting around waiting for fish to bite was something that he had hated having to do as a kid, ever since a disastrous fishing trip where all the fish had been dead on the shore around him and his family. The stench that day had been unbearable, but his grandfather had been so insistent that they stay for hours, trying uselessly. He shook his head as he turned to look out the half-rotted door to the guard tower and raised an eyebrow. 

He wouldn't call it 'clearing' up, but the weather outside their temporary refuge did at least seem to be abating, some. The constant downpour outside was slowing down, settling to more of a passive drizzle. It'd still be wet and miserable out there, and if you stayed too long you might even grow some of the mushrooms that Gaius was here searching for, but at least it wasn't a heavy downpour that would instantly drench anyone caught out in it. He stood up, stretching his back out and feeling his spine pop in a couple of places, then opened his menu to toss Gaius a friend request. 

"Don't know when I'll have a chance to swing by and visit, but I'll shoot you a message when I have the time. I do want to keep exploring, and hopefully get some better gear along the way. And some levels under my belt." He let out a laugh. In all honestly, coming to the twelfth floor had been a risk - he wouldn't be surprised if more than half of the mobs on this floor could crush him in a swipe or two. I should really pick up a teleport crystal or two. 

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For the first time in a very long time, Raidou was speechless so instead he would evaluate her. He remembers this woman now, he had always seen her in passing in the Town of Beginnings. She always holds a drawing pad, to him that meant to him that she might be an artist of sorts. The question of being good or not was irrelevant to him. The way that she sat while drawing was interesting, it was like she was enjoying herself a little too much. The way she spoke, she knew what she wanted, almost demanding, nervousness was not on her mind. More like confidant in what she did or was doing. 

The thought that crossed his mind was how long this would take. He was almost done with what he needed to do on these lands, but he didn’t want to be rude. Glancing up with his eyes at the clock on the corner, he didn’t want to make this lady mad. He had approximately 3 hours before he had to start dinner, so he was hoping that this wasn’t going to take much longer. Another thing that he was questioning was if she was any good. He had already been here for a little over twenty minutes, how long does it take to sketch someone, this was unknown to him.  

Right when he was about to turn and talk she got up, announcing that she was done. She would rush to him with the photo. It was him in the position she had him, but a brow was raising at what he saw next to him. Eruda standing next to him, he would glance around. “This is good, do you mind if I take it with me. I don’t want” he would see the woman put a hand up before she would interrupt him and start talking.

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“You don’t want your face plastered on paper. Shy or just mysterious.” Giving a sigh, “That's a shame, I waited so long for this day and now you have to ruin it all.” She would lightly and very carefully tear out the page from her pad. “Just put in a good word for me would you. I’m sure there are plenty of people that would love to be captured with their true nature intact.” She stood there for a moment to see if there was going to be any reaction out of him. There was nothing, she gives a sigh with a smile and hands him the photo. 

“That girl is pretty cute, the one in the picture. Saw you two walking around a few times together.” Turning from the man, walking a few feet from him. Head slightly leans over her shoulder, she would catch the man staring at the masterpiece. She would smile and continue walking. It was rather perfect, the male in his crimson red robe with those glasses and the under toned black outfit. The blond standing near him on the right with that purple bow holding her hair up. A light blue dress to accent her gorgeous blue eyes. Those bangs to line that perfect face, she would close her eyes and smile. Biting her bottom lip, she was so unavailable, what a bummer. Regardless, now that she has been able to draw the impossible she would put a hand up “Enjoy, you're a lucky man” calling out as she treks through the mud in her bare feet and dress. The wind was causing her hair to move in weird ways. Taking a huge breath, a storm was brewing. “Better cover that before the rain gets to it” calling out before fully leaving with a smile painted across her face.

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Carefully gazing down at the photo, it was really picture perfect. Tracing a finger down the light blue dress, it was the one that Eruda had worn on their first real date. The one where they both stayed and the magical day in the forest. They had both come a very long way from that time. A single memory from the past captured on a piece of parchment. He would smile and take her advice. Thunder could already be heard rumbling in the sky above. Rolling the page up, he would need to get a frame, something with a nice wood or metal. Maybe a white oak to match the interior of their house that they shared together. Setting it just inside his robe, he would be needing it soon for measurements.

Needing to find a tailor most likely to claim what was needed, maybe it could be a wedding present. He would smile and head back to Aradennia, he knew that the elves that live there work with this fine wood and it had to be perfect. 

After a few hours the white wood frame was measured and made. He would pay for the costs and head back home. Entering the large building it smelt like flowers, looking to the table there was a new center piece that he did not place there. It must have been Eruda that placed the white and pink roses. Giving a smile, opening the bottom left most drawer of the small shelf next to the stair case. For some reason Eruda never gets into this shelf, that was fine with him. It made it easier to hide the special gifts that he gets her. Setting the photo in and closing it up, dinner had to be started. He would make sure that people knew the artist if that is what she really wanted, he would only tell people he trusted though. Towns could not be trusted to say names within, it was too dangerous.

Taking out the cook book from a cabinet in the kitchen and setting it out on the counter. He would look in the fridge, it looked like Eruda had gone shopping. Making a mental note as he would flip through the meals to figure out what he should make.

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It was starting to get late and a storm was brewing above her. The last thing that she wanted was to be wet, maybe by other means but not from rain. Following the dead beaten, feeling the moist mud in between her toes. Placing the drawing pad in her invisible inventory so that it didn’t get destroyed by what was about to transpire. After a few minutes it would start down pouring. Hair lays flat against either side on her cheeks, she now just looked like a hot mess. In her opinion that wasn’t a bad thing. 

Finding shelter in a small cavern, she doesn’t hear any random animals that echo the lot. The one thing that she does see is a player with their hands held out to a fire. The lighting from the flames line the girls face giving it contrast. The female could look more than 15 years of age, although she could be older given the fact that they had been here in the game so long. The girl could be older. “What are you doing out here all alone?” Abelith would walk and sit a few feet from the fire pit to dry off. “I’m lost and you looked soaked” she would look up to her map with figurative question marks rising above her head. The only explanation was that this girl was an NPC. When she was dry enough, she would scoot back against the wall. She could still feel the warmth from the fire against her bare skin. Taking out her pad showing the female, “Do you mind?” The girl shakes her head and she would start to draw this moment. The storm didn’t look like it was going to ease up anytime soon so this would be a good detraction. With a devious smile she sat there in the blazing light doing what she loved.

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Walking back to the man with a large handful of wood, the man said he needed a lot more but didn’t say a number. Setting it on the ground next to where the man was working, close enough for reach but not so the pile was in the way. He didn’t know this boy that was helping him and he didn’t want to give any reason for a fight. Watching him work, it looked rather similar to how his daughter did. Wondering if he was a tailor like she was. He could just have life experience though like he did with smithing. The one thing that he did find a little odd was why. Why was this boy helping him? Maybe he was just a nice dude or had nothing better to do. 

The green haired dude looks up at him just standing there, takes something out of his pocket and hands it to Griswold. Tells him to start sanding down the rough parts of the wood. That made Griswold think that the boy was a perfectionist. Without a second though he would do as he asked. Being a smith he had to use a lot of force but there was also some finesse within the craft, this was going to be a light touch. Scrapping down the wood with sandpaper until it was smooth, the man was still working on tying the planks together with wire. He would stay out of the way, sanding down the parts that were already firmly together. It would take him a moment not only because there was a lot of it but also that he didn’t want to break them either. “Thanks for helping me out mate” he would say casually while focusing on the job. He was used to the silence so it didn’t bother him that there was not much talking.

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“A twist to the right, under, up and around and voila” getting up from the ground with hands slightly raised as he was eyeing his masterpiece. Making triangles with his finger and framing the dimensions of the boards to make sure that were all aligned the correct amounts. “OH you need something to paddle with, would want you falling overboard trying to use your hands.” Glancing around quickly to find something that could be used as such. Catching something that might do the trick he takes out a measuring tape and holds it against the long board. Pressing a thumb against that number he would then walk up to the very large man and see how it would compare to his height. His other hand goes to his chin, lightly rubbing it with the thumb and pointer finger, assuminging thinking and doing math in his head. “This should do” saying as he rolls the measuring tool back up and stuffs it back into his pocket beneath the poncho.

Picking that board up and sitting on a rock nearby, he would hear the man try to thank him for the work that he has done. “Hmm, you wouldn’t be thanking me if you knew how much I would charge for this type of pristine work” saying as he takes a small knife out and starts carving down the edges of the wood. After the edges were all shaved down enough he would take out another piece of sandpaper to make it splitterless. This would take him a bit to do, but he had nothing but time right now. Perfection comes with time which makes time very precious to him. “My aid plus time spent plus the quality would bring this to a grand total of 4k.” This would be said rather quickly but that was because math came easy for him. It is part of why he is so great at what he does.

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Hearing the cost, the man boy was right, he didn’t like it. Opening up his inventory to scroll through what he might have had that was worth trading. There wasn’t much and he didn’t have the col amount on him. Maybe he could get it from Simmone and owe her a favor instead of a stranger. “I don’t have that much money on me” he would say honestly looking down at the boy. Glancing to the makeshift shaft “Maybe I could replenish what you used or anything else metal you might need for your crafts?” It was said almost like a question because he was truly unsure how he was going to repay this man. He couldn’t help thinking that he wasted this man's time, to be fair he didn’t ask for the help. 

Shaking his head, he could not start thinking negatively. This was plain and simple, the man helped when he did not need to so he would owe this man a favor and would work until it was paid off. “If I am going to owe you or repay you I need to know your name and where to find ya.” He started thinking of everything that could be used in tailoring that was metal. Certain wires, maybe different colors or different ores? Light chains could be something he can make. Both girls and guys wore that kinda stuff right? The boy didn’t seem dangerous, his icon was green and he seemed pretty friendly. “Griswolds the name, now you have the name. Make a list and send  it to me. I will get it for you.” Picking up the paddle, he would push the raft out to the water and head off. At this point he felt like he was just repeating himself, the time was getting late and he had still not found what he was looking for. If the dude wanted something from him, the man knew his name, he could message but he was not going to wait around for an answer, he had things to do.
 

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The hulking man was talking and talking, that trap was not stopping. They were asking the same questions in different words. Of course he would help someone that was broke, no matter he seemed to deal in metals. Maybe he will come to be useful after all. The man would say his name and ask for his but really his name didn’t much matter. Later maybe but not now. Beginning to get a headache from all consistent talking that seemed like it would never stop. Rubbing his temples with both of his index fingers. He would hear the wooden craft splash into the water, thank the heavens. Opening his eyes as he paddles off, it was over good. 

Watching the man head off, maybe he would make that list. That would allow Anton to continue with his designs. He didn’t just say metals, that was on him. For now he would continue doing what he was before all this had happened. Gathering lizard leathers and fish scales. He had just ran out before coming here. After a long while of avoiding puddles and swampy muds. It would eventually start to rain, good thing he was wearing his poncho. He never left without it, he never knew what the weather was going to be like. Pulling up his hood, traveling through the woods. He had gotten all that was needed. It was time to head back and complete the outfit that he had started before coming to this place. 

Arriving back at his shop, there was no one there. There were threads and cloth laying everywhere. “I swear to god I work with pigs. This place is filthy” saying angrily as he would begin to pick up the place. This was going to be a long night for him. Instead of just finishing his craft tonight, he now had to clean the place up.

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Simmone slides down to the ground taking slow light breaths while holding Felix’s mouth shut. He would pull away from her grip and burrow underneath Simmone’s coat. It seems that her cat even knows danger when it presents itself. It was a very bad idea to come out here today. That brute of a man just killed another, that was not going to be her. 

“Search the area” she would hear the dude. “Shit” saying under her breath. She had to move, either that or die. Today was not going to be that day. She crawls partially on the ground and Felix slips out and starts making a run for it. -Big help thanks- she thinks as he started running the opposite direction that Simmone was doing. “What are you doing stupid cat?” saying in a small whisper. She knew that Felix was only trying to help but he was in just as much danger as she was because he was the one that they heard.

“Hey over there, I think I saw something” one of the dudes yells out. Simmone would wait for the leg work to get further away, she felt like she was holding her breath. She hoped to god that Felix was okay, she would hate it if anything happened to him. The moment the monstrous human beings left the area, Simmone got up and started to run. A few yards away she wound up taking her heeled boots off. She would rather get to safety than worry about her wardrobe at the moment. 

Having to stop after what felt like miles. She had no idea where she was. While running she was not paying attention to the map to her right. Holding her shoes, she was soaked from all the puddles that crossed her path. Breathing heavy, leaning against a tree. Leaning around to look behind her to see if there was anyone following but there wasn’t. It seemed that Felix did a fair job distracting them, that made her worry even more.

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After killing one of the six people he had left, he had to now go hunting. That cat that was heard had to be found. It might have been a familiar from a spy, he hated those. “Fan out, find it, search the area.” Calling out as he takes one steep foot forward. Breathing heavy, that anger boiling in his blood. His eyes would shift to follow something black speed past them. Glaring “Catch that cat” as he traces the path to where the tiny thing came from. Dead locking and focusing on the trees and bushes. “Hmm” he would say after a few minutes of just staring. He would walk back into the cabin and grab the stuff that was left on the wooden floor.

Picking up a few things, looking at them each carefully. Deciphering if they looked like something that could be used. Some seem completely useless and get thrown against the wall. They shatter against the wall and fall to pieces on the ground. After he is done clearing the house he walks out of the cabin, takes one last look in that same direction that he spent several minutes fixated on before moving to where the group followed the rodent. There was still something off and he didn’t like it. That in itself was a flaw, he had no idea what was out there or who and he couldn’t track what he couldn’t smell. Anger boiling in his blood again, every bone in his body was pissed but there was not much that could be done. Not right now. Maybe if they found that feline there would be a change but until then he had to wait. “YOU CAN’T HIDE FOREVER” he would call out loud enough to where it would echo in the empty woods. He then started walking again shaking his head.

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Hearing a loud voice echoing through the empty woods. She was glad to hear it so far away, but that didn’t make her any less freaked out. The one thing that she was worried about was Felix. He did a very stupid thing that may have just saved her life. She really hoped that he would find her soon. She didn’t want to leave this floor without her cat. “Please be okay” she started saying under her breath several times before hearing a snapping noise behind her. Holding her breath, covering her mouth. Coming into view scaring the living fuck out of her appears Felix. “O MY F” she would say, grabbing him into her arms hugging him. “Lets get out of here” saying as she holds the can and her boots in both arms and looks at her map. Seeing a village in the distance on the small mini map, it was better than nothing. She would get to her feet and run as fast as she could toward that location.

After a few minutes she enters the village breathing heavily. People are staring at her but she really doesn't care right now. She was alive, that was all that mattered to her. Seeing a warp gate, inhaling in relief as she wanted to go home. Today was more than enough action to last her a lifetime. “Lets go home Felix” announcing as she steps onto the teleportation pad and whooshing off. Taking a long hot bath, pouring herself a cup of wine and taking her pipe out and lighting it. That face would just keep showing up in her mind every time she closed her eyes. Maybe she just wouldn’t close her eyes, that seemed like a good plan to her. Felix would be laying in his little tub of warm water being scrubbed by one of the twins.
 

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