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[color=00FCD8]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake Campground
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Aster turned his head towards the scream, sighing as Zeke went scampering off. This monotonous work was boring, but whatever [i]that[/i] was likely to be troublesome and annoying. He did not particularly care what happened; in fact, he was likely to forget that it happened at all in a few moments, but anything was better than staring at… whatever they'd laid out across the shore of the lake. Honestly, Aster knew very little about these activities. He'd just claimed them so that he wouldn't be stuck with something even worse so he supposed any reason to get away from this mess was a good reason. So he shoved his hands in his pockets and whistled as he followed after, at a much more sedated pace. 

When he arrived at the scene of the crime, he was deeply disappointed again. [color=00FCD8] “Well, everything seems just dandy. I was expecting blood, some bone, maybe a fire? Not someone protesting gravity. Did our overlord offer us all a rest quota or is this a privilege and how did I get overlooked?”[/color]