[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Argo III: Upperdeck
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	As Rebecca queried for their star signs, a thought crossed Arthur's head. Were star signs actually relevant now? He'd admit, he had no idea what his own was. He didn't want to start turning to faith in that way to get him through things, but if it was somehow possible to glimpse the future through something like that, he'd be willing to try it. He needed some certainty in his life right now, and if star signs or fortune telling could get him that, he'd take it. Pausing for a moment, he said, "[color=4286f4]The Twelfth of September, I'm not sure what that makes me though.[/color]" He admitted, turning away from the horizon and looking at them.

	He wasn't particularly hungry still, mostly not wanting to eat after everything they'd been through today. Walking towards the group though, he tried to get himself to not go all lone wolf on them. He wanted to ignore all of them and escape, but he new that wouldn't be healthy or good, especially if he ended up actually leaving them all at some point. He'd need to get self sufficient, and if monsters were going to be hunting him, he wouldn't be able to be that in the state he was in. Self defense was the most important thing for him to master, and he knew that the people here could get him there.