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[center][h1][color=#cdb7b5]Rose Buckner[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#cdb7b5]Location:[/color] Camelot: Sewers (again)
[color=#cdb7b5]Skills:[/color] [/I][/center]
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It felt so good to have held her mother's hand. As they hurried through the sewers she wanted that moment to just go on. Of course, it wouldn't but it was like finding something you had lost but hadn't realized how much it had meant to you until you realized where it was. The metaphor was getting away from her so she dropped it just soaking up the joy of being near the person who had given her life and raised her until she was seven and had made cookies and kissed booboos and taken her on walks in the woods and all those other things the Buckners had done for her. Was there a way to have both families? The Buckner's meant the world to her too, mind you she hadn't traversed realities to rescue them from prison. 

She wanted to ask her mom a million questions and was afraid they'd all tumble out into one mess if she didn't gather them in order. What could she even start with? Who was her father, the other half of the equation that made Rose? Or did she ask about specific memories? Like the wolf in the woods, the one protecting her from an unseen enemy. Did her mom know the answer to that? Would her mom bake cookies again? What about the new memory that had surfaced of them running? Was that how Red had gotten her scar? She had been wearing a bandage. 

[color=#cdb7b5]"Did you know I was okay?"[/color] She asked quietly. Yes, Merlin said he kept their families informed about them monthly, but it wasn't the same as hearing your mom tell you that. What mattered though was that her mom hadn't abandoned her. That it had been for her safety and she had always been at hand ready to bring her home if needed. That's what Rose needed to hear. She needed to know she was wanted. 

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[center][h1][color=#bf85f2]Colby Jackson[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#bf85f2]Location:[/color] Camelot
[color=#bf85f2]Skills:[/color] Fist fighting
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That was it! He spun around and punched Rosalia, not very hard, she might have a bruise, but he was done with her bull shit. He didn't care that Merlin was trying to 'friendship is magic' them. Rosalia had pushed him into a lake and been nothing but obnoxious the whole day. She hadn't given anything resembling useful just bitched about everyone else's ideas. And she had gone over a line. 

He punched again. This time she fell to the ground. [color=#bf85f2]"Leave us alone. I don't care what you have to say. I don't want to hear you talk to me or Mathew again. Got it."[/color] He didn't turn around he just watched her, expecting a return attack and he wasn't going to let her get one in. 

[hider=held roll]Colby is anticipating her lashing back out at him and will dodge if she does, using the bar's furniture to his advantage[/hider]