Cheza
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Post by Cheza on Jul 5, 2010 14:59:52 GMT -5
There was light.
She could feel it.
Cheza's eyes opened, and though she could see nothing, she knew this was a forest. It was sunlit: had the time come for the rebirth of the world? Or was this someplace altogether different?
Well, she wasn't going to find out lying down, anyway. She got up, feeling the moss under her hands as she did so. It seemed she was still wearing the clothes she had been when she...parted ways with Kiba.
Kiba! That's right, where was he? What had happened? So many questions to find answers to!
((Okay, not the best, but I hope it'll do!))
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Post by Kiba on Jul 6, 2010 14:57:57 GMT -5
In the Rouge, Kiba was lying outside Helen's door. His disguise was still up, just in case. At first Snow had insisted that he get a room, though thankfully she'd let off after he ignored her. She was strange--one moment insistent, the next accepting--but he chalked it up to her immensely long life. Maybe her mind was aged despite her body's relative youth.
Then for some reason, he looked around.
Was someone in the forest?
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Cheza
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Post by Cheza on Jul 6, 2010 15:18:24 GMT -5
Zigzagging unsteadily, unused to standing up again after however long it had been, Cheza set off through the trees. Perhaps whenever she found her way out of the woods, she could get some information on how she'd come to be there. She knew what Paradise was, and this wasn't it.
Eventually, she could hear someone talking, slightly muffled by some walls. She hesitated, not quite sure why, underneath one particular window to listen.
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Post by Kiba on Jul 6, 2010 21:03:12 GMT -5
He wandered vaguely back to the entrance room, where everyone (including Helen) was accounted for. There were no strangers and nobody had gone out, so why did he feel like something was different? His ears pricked as he caught a familiar scent--faint and floral, but undeniably familiar.
He sprinted out the door, skidding to a halt before regaining his balance and picking up speed again. He didn't have to stop and track it; he knew that scent as well as his own.
"CHEZA!"
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