[b]Elodie![/b]

You is [i]scamper[/i].

Rushing, rushing, rushing, rushing. No one stops. No one interferes. They try, but they're slow and stiff even when they're fast. They might think that they're hunters but they're just the echoes of the hunt. You've got the real thing, baby.

When you come to a halt at last you're buzzed and fresh and oh-so-cracklingly alive. Even your injuries feel like just another part of you that's [i]vibrant[/i]. But even as exhilarating as it feels, it'd feel even better if you had someone to apply the medicines and seal in your glorious energy again because having to meet your dad right now would be such a fucking mood kill.

Who do you procure for this task?

[b]Annalee![/b]

Dark corners are hard to come by at this time of night. There's only really one place that's suitable and that you know isn't occupied right this second - Elodie's tower. Though as you sneak in through the door you are confronted by the cute but indignant oink of a brave little pig - albeit one laboring under a very nasty curse.

[b]Timmy and Sam![/b]

The shadow consolidates, crackling black and green, a toxic but vibrant life-death that feels so deadly-vibrant it's almost mortal. More mortal than little Tim. Life and death on the edge of razors, seeking the equilibrium of humanity even though it could be terrifyingly more - or less. It's the kind of energy that doesn't live long at all, abominably balanced between life and death, not the type to be stayed or stilled for an instant...

It feels like something you can talk to, Timmy. Even though it gives you the most perilous vibes of anything here when you look it in the eye and it smiles you can sense that it's listening to you. It might be the only thing that ever really has.