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Dec 17, 2013 02:15PM
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" You're the only reason I'd carry a body through the forest easily at risk of being attacked and listening to viate complain for three days straight."
Okay, she made a note to be quieter, so as not to attract enemies, silently following him up the staircase and hoping whoever was up there wasn't smelling them, like Morgan was smelling him.
Toby sighed. "Should we go home?"
Toby sighed. "Should we go home?"
Mallory was climbing the other staircase, trying to not bump into anything. She sighed feeling like something very wrong was going to happen.
Morgan continued silently climbing stairs, though he seemed to be stepping as strongly as he normally would. They were close, and he could smell it.
He sensed mist above, from an open window, and a staircase... and he sensed Mallory. "This way!"
Fiera wondered who Morgan was, exactly, but decided that it was likely a bit too late for an introduction.
Fiera wondered who Morgan was, exactly, but decided that it was likely a bit too late for an introduction.
Mallory could feel it. The darkness radiating. She just knew she was close. A soul for a soul. Mallory sighed, knowing her fate.
Isaac sensed the living making their way up to him. He knew one would come. Probably that red-haired girl. But who was with her?
She felt a trap door at the top of the stairs, gave Morgan a little glance, then pushed it open, lingering in the darkness a little longer to accustom her eyes to the sudden light.
Fiera emerged and realized there was no other entrance to the room, although the tower was so strange that it had multiple staircases, like she'd seen. But Morgan had chosen this one and she trusted him, or had to.
((Nicole, don't make this all about Mall.))
((Nicole, don't make this all about Mall.))
Isaac watched as the trapdoor opened to reveal the red-haired girl. "I see you're finally here..." he said, bored.Morgan sniffed. "That's him," he said, shrugging.
((Don't make everything all about Fiera then!))
((It kind of IS her husband's soul... Just saying.))Isaac laughed. "You want..." he waved his hand, a black stone ring glowing on his ring finger. Castor's form appeared, misty and translucent. He was in his normal clothing, but the bandana that they'd used during their rushed ceremony was gone, since she had it. His hair hung down, and his cutlass was out, ready to cut.
Her face flushed with relief and concern. "Castor!" She took a few hasty steps forward.
((The MCs of this CHAPTER are Fiera and Castor, in another chapter, it will be Toby and Elundar, and there will be chapters for Mallory.))
((The MCs of this CHAPTER are Fiera and Castor, in another chapter, it will be Toby and Elundar, and there will be chapters for Mallory.))
((She does make almost EVERYTHING about Fiera like she is the number one main characte and overrules all.))
Castor raised his sword, frowning. "I'm sorry, but I'll attack you if you come any closer," Castor warned, his eyes dark and depressed. He looked like he'd somehow been tortured, but he showed no sign of physical damage.Isaac watched, amused.
Morgan walked towards the man he sensed to be in charge.
((Do I hog RPs like that?))
She froze, looking at Castor through wide eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked quietly. He looked tired and hurt, not in control of himself. Her foot edged forwards slightly.
She froze, looking at Castor through wide eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked quietly. He looked tired and hurt, not in control of himself. Her foot edged forwards slightly.
((You say you will but you dont. So just drop it. Don't even try. My characters will always be left in the dark in the rp no matter how hard y'all try.))
((I've been shoved back longer. No offense this sounds really rude, but sometimes I regret inviting you to the group. You just pushed me back with everyone else and became the group favorite.))
"He's letting me talk just to get to you. He's got control of my very action," Castor said, frowning. He slashed at Morgan, but the dragon slayer deflected the blade with his hand.
She looked at Isaac, taking one step forward. "Let him go. Please?" she reached a hand out to Castor. "It's okay, I'm going to get you out of this."



