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“Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.”
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Logan walked and walked while looking only at her feet. Once she heard someone actually speak, her head snapped up to see an odd looking boy. Tilting her head,she tensed at the weapon he carried. More than any other time did her hands itch to hold a dagger or sword of her own for protection. Hesitating, she glanced around and scanned the area just in case if she needed to escape at any moment. "Logan. Logan Wayland. I was on a mission. But, I have no recognition of this island being on the way. So I'm lost." she answered honestly. There was no need to lie. If he felt the need to attack, she'd defend herself. She may not have a weapon other than her Stele, but she could find something. Taking a hesitant step back, she narrowed her eyes. "You gonna put that down or are you really gonna attack?"



Kennith continued to walk, putting his hands behind his head as he pressed on. So far, it didn't seem that bad. A little chilly, he had a light jacket to keep him somewhat warm for awhile. The forest he traveled through did help with blocking the wind. If he wasn't lost, it'd might have been a nice place to walk. "No sign of life yet." He mumbled to himself. He'd continue to walk for awhile longer. However, if he found no life or food. He'd make himself a temporary shelter then try again the next day. Save his energy. Perhaps he could also gather information on the island. Hopefully.

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"I'm usually remarkably good natured, try me any day that doesn't end in 'y'"

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“Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.”
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Following the strange boy,Logan remained silent until they reached the one piece of architecture she'd seen on the island. Blinking in surprise,she only stared at it before slowly answering him as he began to head out again." Alright..."
Logan watched him leave,but did not move. It didn't matter if he took hours to return. Now she at least not only found someone to communicate with but also a temporary shelter.



Still walking calmly with his hands behind his head, Kennith began reciting Quotes he had remembered that always interested him."Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, For the straight foreward pathway had been lost." Smiling at the slight irony, he continued to silently mutter. It kept him from panicking and just screaming out for help as he walked."...so full was I of slumber at that point where I abandoned the true way....and she has a nature so malign and evil that she never sates her greedy will, and after food is hungrier than before....Thy soul is hurt by cowardice, which oftentimes encumbereth a man so that it turns him back from honorable enterprise.This miserable measure the wretched souls maintain of those who lived without infamy and without praise. Mingled are they with that caitiff choir of the angels, who were not rebels, nor were faithful to God, but were for themselves. The heavens chased them out in order to be not less beautiful, nor doth the depth of Hell receive them, because the damned would have some glory from them.." Sighing at the last quotes, he stopped to look around. He could have sworn he heard something. Shrugging it off he began to continue, keeping his guard up.
One thing he found ironic was, the quotes he remembered all linked back to God and Heaven. The place were it was said that Raziel had first created the first Nephilim according to the Institute Tutors. It made no sense to him as to why an Angel would need a mere Human, but it wasn't his choice to make. Without the Angel doing so, he probably wouldn't be here anyways.

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"I'm usually remarkably good natured, try me any day that doesn't end in 'y'"

“Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.”
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Stopping dead in his tracks once he heard someone, Kennith sighed and slightly frowned. So there were people on the island,huh? That meant he could probably get off soon. The last thing he needed was to be lost forever and not be able to get back to the Institute. Pushing away any other matters, Kennith shoved his hands into his pockets and slowly turned. He relaxed slightly knowing his own Stele was in his pocket. He may not have been all that great in battle but he at least knew if he was injured he could just draw the Rune of healing to help.
"Wayland Kennith of the London Institute. In short, I have no idea where I am." he said simply,by now he was used to people asking such questions.Especially on missions. Looking directly at the boy, Kennith tilted his head. Not only did he look strange, he also held a weapon pointed towards him.

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"I'm usually remarkably good natured, try me any day that doesn't end in 'y'"

“Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.”
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Silently waiting, Logan sat on the ground with her eyes closed. She was relaxing but kept her guard up. She was on unfamiliar territory, it was necessary to be careful. Sure, she had met someone kind already, but perhaps its a trap. Stranger things have happened.
Smiling slightly, Logan inhaled slowly before tensing. Someone was near, their presence proved it. Opening her eyes to gaze around, she landed in one direction. Perhaps the boy had returned?


After listening to his words, Kennith began following the boy. Keeping his hands in his pocket, he squeezed his Stele. It was comforting, knowing he still had something to use in case of a battle or attack.
While walking, Kennith couldn't help but wonder why he was even on the island. In many teachings he'd received he was told that things happened for a reason. But why would he need to be stranded on an unknown island? Shrugging, he continued until he noticed a comforting shelter. For once today, Kennith was relieved that the boy,as strange as he was, lead him to this shelter. However, that Relief was short lived once a little redhead caught his attention. Stiffening, his eyes opened wide and he stopped walking all together to stare. "What...?"

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"I'm usually remarkably good natured, try me any day that doesn't end in 'y'"

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