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Tristan gave a warm grin towards the other three there. Well, he thought it was one at least, but like everything else about him, the firelight seemed to give his normal air of eccentricity a unusually disturbing edge.

Looking about he finally declared :"Ti's a fine night for a bonfire, ne? What would yae say t' some tales ta start things off?" It was a rather odd thing to hear Tristan fluidly shift between a half dozen accents with such a short question. The whole feeling of the night seemed to be getting to him, urging him to make a truly magnificent preformance of the night, something to be remembered vividly years down the line.

Noticing the nervousness that both girls seemed to possess,though each for different reasons he added " 'might take the lasses' minds off whaet-'ver's bothrin' them"

Richard ignored the strange man for moment, mentally steeling him as Katina turned. A slip of the face might crush her. He studied her for a long moment, keeping his face neutral. A concerned smile cracked his expression as she started to turn away. While the face might have been found in a cheap horror show the eyes so full of emotion that her inhuman features seemed insigifigant by comparision. Richard wanted to hug the poor girl but it would be inapproperate so he gently touched her arm with two massive figures. "You are still yourself, same girl I met a couple days ago. A little fuzz doesn't change a thing."

Turning his attention to the ren fair reject and the other new comer, richard addressed them. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting either of you before. My name is Richard."

Rising slightly Tristan took the girl's offered hand into his own burned and bandaged grasp and shook it with the utmost delicacy and gentleness, as if he was somewhat affraid that he might harm it by simply doing so. "I'm sure I ken come up with something in'tresting for yae ta list'n to."

Upon hearing the 'greeting' from richard, in addition to megan and katrina's self introductions, he gave the man a nod and continued "I'd be Tristan DerSkald, at 'cher service" Accenting his own announcement with a tip of his hat

Waiting a moment as he sat back down for any responses from the three he then started to spin a tale for all to hear, his accent remaining constant only to indicate the different characters of his story.

She sat down again and warmed her hands by the fire. She notices Richard go somewhere, where did he go? Did she scare him off? She sighed and looked back to the fire and listened to Tristan's story, the man had a very interesting accent.She eventually let her mind wander,did her family miss her? She knew that she could never go home again but what would her family think? Would they try and look for me, would the even care?

(Casey Mae: 0%; on the day she found out the truth about the island...)

The world was silent, it seemed, except for the hollow guitar chords wayfaring from Casey’s dorm. Casey sat on the bed, absentmindedly strumming a melancholy song. Her eyes were puffy and her face was stained by tears and makeup. She sang along in the dark, her voice cracked and horse. Her thoughts were on other matters, lost deep within’ mind’s abyss.

The sun had set for the most part, the remaining light portraying dark lavenders and midnight-periwinkles upon the sky. A warm glow presented itself in the darkness, hidden deep amongst the thick foliage. Quietly the song died out, and the heavy feeling of impending despair shrouded the room like mist. Casey turned her gaze to the ember glow, watching it for several minutes.

She stood up carefully and put on her gray hoodie, walking out of the duplex and into the darkness. Cold air teased the bare flesh of her face, refreshing in the bitter cold. She made her way down the dark path which slowly faded into the dense tropical forest. Her footsteps were considerably quiet, occasionally snapping a twig or rubbing against the underbrush.

The thicket soon thinned, etching itself into a small clearing. A large bonfire crackled in the clearing ahead and several figures sat around it, but silhouettes in the dim lighting. She hesitated. They were all condemned the same fate. Each and every one of them doomed to a life of mental and physical scarring. Casey shifted weight uncomfortably.

The nights grew colder as autumn drew near, and the leaves were beginning to change color under natures will. The moon was full, hidden behind the transparent loom of passing clouds. Slowly Casey made her way from behind the cover of the trees. She sat down wordlessly next to Katrina and she positioned her guitar in a comfortable position. Warmth spread down her body and the light danced solemnly across her face as she listened meekly to Tristan’s tale.

After hearing a somewhat of a call for help, Glacus found the old man ranting about wanting help, and kids today. Hoping not get weird looks because of his changes.

"Need some help?" he ventured He looked down at the log and got the message.

(This next post refers to the starbucks role-play. This is presuming that they finished a lovely conversation and parted their separate ways.)

"Hey! How about some of you abled bodied youngests come help an old man move a heavy object so we’re not sitting on the ground."

Casey flinched, startled. She quickly set her guitar carefully on the ground and jumped up to help the old man. She grabbed the side opposite from Richard, heaving the log the best she could. She looked up, her eyes catching on his face. The old man had a familiar expression, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

As the group heaved nearer the bonfire, the lighting improved slightly. Casey cocked her head in curiosity, trying to get a good view of his face. “… Have we met somewhere before?” Curiosity was gnawing at her from inside.

(Alex: 25% currently.)

It wasn't like the ex-pilot couldn't see the bonfire from his duplex. If anything, it just screamed 'Come Look At Me'. And so he did, leaving his sunglasses in the room, but he did grab his coat, slipping it on.

Alexander had changed a bit since he first arrived, although the only thing that probably seemed more out of place with him at first glance were the growth of feathers from his hair and on his body in spots. He tried not to think about it much though. That didn't mean that was all, like the fact that his hand had started to lose fingers, as they started to grow together some. He hadn't lost all of them, but they were there.

Walking down towards the bonfire, Alexander looked over, spotting a familiar face. He waved his changed hand to Alys, "Hey", he said to her although as he looked over towards her, he guessed she was thinking since she seemed to not be paying attention to much. "You going to see whats going on down at the bonfire?", he asks her.