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Being home sick was usually great, but Milo felt miserable. He was tired, but he couldn't sleep, and sore and had been coughing so much that his chest hurt. His only solace was the chicken noodle soup his mother kept making him and the television she let him watch. All day (more than usual!) But the downside of it all was the long stretch of nothing on, or at least nothing interesting. Stupid soaps.

It was getting to the late afternoon block, finally getting to some kid shows on a few of the stations. Milo lazily pressed the channel button the the remote yet barely kept the station on before he flipped to the next. There. Was. Nothing. On. Still. He groaned until well. There seemed to be something.

A catchy theme song, some cheesy special effects and costumes. Martial arts? Was this Power Rangers or something, he wondered. Well, better than nothing, he supposed as he settled down to watch.

"Grey? How booooring. Yawn." Uttam mocked, picking up some fabrics in the marketplace. He'd needed to sew a few patches in one of his shawls, but had decided to meander around all the fabric merchants just for the sake of shirking any preexisting responsibilities.

"What did you do, take a sojourn into Death territory? At least embellish it with a little gold or something. NEXT!"

MY STATS

My character’s username: SANDSHARK
My character’s level: 2
Character’s HP: 25
Character’s Job Class: Gryphon
Current party: n / a
Current Guild: n / a
Location: Tulgey Woods
Small IC description of character: A tall and bony man with a gold trimmed coat and long auburn hair covering his eyepatch. Tends to have a sneer on his face and looks down his nose at people.
Character journal: Here!

He breathed a sigh of relief, kicking his feet out and laying down in the plush grasses. He was visiting his grandparents, who lived on a small farm with plenty of land. He enjoyed his city, but it was a normal thing to come out and visit his family.

His mothers side was very family oriented, so he would just enjoy the day and the smog free breeze as much as he could.

"Do it again." His mother insisted, as quinn turned the wheel of the car around a cone they placed in the parking lot. This time he ALMOST didnt knock it over...

"If your ever going to learn you need to get this right." He didn't know why it mattered so much to know how to drive, the city offered so much public transit many people never had to learn to drive.

"Its a good skill to have, now.. again."

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Punchy knew he was headed someplace new, but the entirety of this forest was so wildly confusing that it didn't matter all that much where he ended up. One strange dead end was as good as another. The trees around him continued to natter to themselves, and he decided that as long as they kept that up instead of talking to him, everything would be just lovely.

He didn't have to travel far before he started to hear voices and, lacking a better plan, he decided to check them out. They led him to a lake, and although this all seemed like a terribly bad idea, Punchy felt himself lean forward to dip his fingers in the water, as if someone else was controlling him.


The house had been easier to ask for than he had thought it would be, but there had been no way he was going to rely on their charity for this. For the entirety of the day after he signed the lease on what would eventually be his gym, West couldn't keep the smile off of his face. If nothing else, it gave his new neighbors an extremely inaccurate first impression.

Traveling through the vast woods eventually led her to the soft call of the voices and the more she followed, the more they seemed to circle all around her. Leading her along to paths unknown until OuO found herself at a very pretty lake.

Without a second thought, she stood over it, peering down into the clear pool as the voices kept dancing along. She reached down ...



"How did you feel... when you killed a human?" Ouranos had asked while they walked through the Temple on the Island of Death.

Olivia wasn't sure how to answer at first, taking a moment to find the words. "I... wasn't thinking about it much when... it happened." She began, "Now, I feel a little sad... but when I had to, it was because... I had to or they would have killed me... like through the first door... and I don't wish to have to experience death... again...." Once was enough, the first actual time she had died. Though, the second time had been peaceful, waking up might not have been an option.

There were only a few boxes left for her to unpack, there hadn't been a lot to begin with. Just a few for clothes and essentials that an Undead like herself would need. And Olivia had made decent progress with each one; hanging up her dresses in the closet, putting a few of the books on the shelves her father had brought along with a few items from her hoarding collection. There were a few empty containers placed along, those she intended to fill with new precious items she could come across at school.

The room was beginning to fill, be less barren for her and feel more homely even without the smiles of her family. But what she noticed most of all were her walls, stark and grey. Olivia's father had offered to paint them in any color she wanted, which was actually pretty tempting. But she had opted not to for now. But now, the ghoul leaned back and looked at them. Not even a window. Which made sense, being in the cold basement.

She'd have to fill those empty walls as she intended to do with those empty shelves.