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[[If you hear it correctly song you'll see why. It's a beautiful song.]]

[[Sorry, I was camping.]]

Mia stood by. "He's probably not going to answer..." she mumbled.

Acoine heard them talking in echoes across the facility. He got up and rushed down to where He had heard the noise and found Ruby, Azalia, and an unconcious Warren/Saint by them. He wasn't sure which one he was now. "Can I help?" he asked.

Acoine noticed him spit up and said, "We need to get him on his back!"

Mia ran into Azalia's room. She looked around frantically until she found the first aid case. She grabbed it, and ran back to Warren's room. "Here..." she panted, handing the case to Azalia.

"That's good." Mia said, relieved. "Is he just...unconscious?" She glanced at Warren quizzically.

"Oh, okay." Mia said.

[[I've been meaning to say this. Nice penguin suit, Saint.]]

(((Hey guys, as some of you may know, I've been grounded amd haven't been able to get on and probably won't be able to get on for a while after tonight. I'm going to go out on a leaf, because I haven't been caught up and make it as if my RP char had gone away secretly one night with a small note saying
"Gone to God's call
Please pray....Jason"
Now I am coming back, with my mission accomplished. Tell me if I am going against the events in the RP or if you don't agree with it. If one person disagrees, i will delete this post.)))

Jason found an old manhole and climbed in. He then carefully navigated the tunels below until finding a strategically placed bulkhead with a PIN ID pad. He hurridly punched in the code and cofirmed it with the audio message "To die is gain." The door opened and he slipped in, quietly closing it behind him. He was in the ARM headquarters. A place he hadn't been for a good long while. He had gone off to start a new branch in an area of a neighbor city that had been ignored by unfriendly fire. God had prepared the hearts of nearly a dozen people there and he had succesfully organized an underground church held at a sports bar owned by one of the members who's whole family accepted Christ. They only met late at night, after closing, and used a back door only accessable from an alley that could easily be concealed. God had truly been looking out for him and had had these people prepared for the decisions that needed to take place. He had appointed the owner of the bar as the leader and pastor of the "Underground" as they had decided to leave it called because he had been blessed with the gifts of understanding and teaching. He had given them an untracable and secure e-mail address to contact him at and had left to return to the ARM HQ. Now, he was home again. He took his duffel off of his shoulder and carried it in his left arm as he made his way to the kitchen, hoping to run into somebody on his way there....

(((Big post sweatdrop I guess it makes up for the lost time....)))