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6 yrs ago
Current Do you get to the Cloud District very often? Oh, what am I saying, of course you don't.
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8 yrs ago
Man, Mahz is still on his really long vacation, huh!
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9 yrs ago
Better not leave me hanging like Sayori.
10 yrs ago
This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a 훌 쩍
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Bio

Got nothing to say here, sooooo yeah.

I'm a bookworm, gamer, and obviously roleplayer since I'm on this site :P

Anyways, those are a few things that I'll say about myself... for now. Maybe I'll update this a little more in the future.

Ciao!

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While I'm waiting to be accepted into the rp, I'm a bit curious about how you're all going to develop your charys, namely when it comes to classes. While I would like to discuss how they'll develop over the course of the rp, but I would rather see than tell right now, plus they might end up differently than one many may expect to be their initial goal due to other factors. And for pertaining to classes, one is going to be a Diva, another a Hell Knight, as well as a Grandmaster, but I'm curious what routes you'll take as well when getting to them all.

For me, I'm aiming for Mortal Savant right now, with a development starting at Page > Myrmidon > Mercenary > War Priest > Swordmaster > Battle Mage > Mortal Savant. Was between that and Virtuoso early on, but ultimately decided on the former as the class of choice.
Welp, here's my final draft. Myserterious boy has mysterious background and mysteriously has magic powers with him wanting to unravel that mystery. Sorry for the long backstory... and sorry for all the Secret Books and Speedwings I'm about to try and procure xP




"Sorry lass, but I'm livin' life on my own terms!"

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Name: Einar
Gender: Male
Age: 21

Personality:
You would be hard pressed to find someone more self-assured and even more prideful than the most rich nobles and skillful knights beyond the fringes of the empire than this wandering Mercenary. Einar wears his confidence on his sleeve and makes sure to display it in full force with his haughty, boastful nature that is less befitting of his position than anything else. Adding onto this, he's blunt when he wants to be and quite courteous when he find it to either be beneficial or if he wants to get into the skirt of a lady. All in all, he can just be a straight up asshole at times.

This doesn't mean his completely cruel or daft, as Einar is a man who life the way he wishes. He'll boast about what he can do the best, sure, but he isn't the type to try and one-up someone unless its a contest. If anything, he'll show more of a natural curiosity towards any sort of subject, whether it be the fine arts, magic, or politics just to name a few examples. Einar has a passion for learning about new things almost all the time, finding that to be a fulfilling life. To follow that curiosity is his tendency to mull over and analyze anything he learns or observes as well.

Most of all, due to his lifestyle, he is also extremely greedy and can have a bit of a habit of hoarding useless knickknacks at times that he states he'll try to sell for a pretty penny. To add insult to injury, for everything else he analyzes, he is poor in sense when it comes to managing his own gold. More often than not, he'll tend to spend too much gold at times, sometimes leaving him impoverished and unable to afford a room at the inn or even a bowl of gruel.

Backstory:
Einar, strangely enough, is an amalgamation of the different nations embodying the continent, whether it be a constant desire to learn and collect information like those from Dinas Afaraon, a fighting style similar to those of the knights in Reynes, and even having the physical build of a Themysciran but the face of a Lothian. However, all these traits and features were unified under the reality that Einar himself doesn't have a home to return to. The closest thing he can call a home are the roads he traverses and the inns he sleeps in.

Even the circumstances revolving around his birth are a peculiar anomaly, as a band of mercenary's found the wee babe at their camp in the morning, swaddled in the midst of their campsite. As far as they knew, no sane traveler would of traveled along the forested path they had carved for themselves in secret through the Lothian Empire, much less follow them up the mountains. Furthermore, the closest town was days away and the few lookouts patrolling the encampment at night noted that they saw no one enter the site.

It was quite strange, bizarre even for these turns of events, even going so far as to baffle them all for days on end about this whole situation. However, the one thing they absolutely didn't consider was leaving the baby for dead; they were professionals, but they even had standards when it came to human life. However, very few considered keeping the child around, opting to find the next town and not only look for a job there, but to ensure this kid found a proper family. Ironically enough, this group of mercenaries, known as the Ravencrest Company, would come to be his family for the next fifteen years.

The Ravencrest Company is a traveling group of mercenary's who lack any sort of permanent establishment and in truth have much more in common with nomadic groups that traverse Alba as opposed to the much more secure and renown establishments. While they aren't a large group by any means, they do have a little bit of clout not only due to their charismatic leader but their efficient pragmatism when it comes to their jobs. Moreover, once they've completed their jobs, they vanish, making them feel more like a distant memory.

Despite their plans for the boy, Einar seemed to always be enroute to become a mercenary, whether it be from those who thought that they could train another capable blade to some who had the desire to raise a child yet did not want to stop working in their trade. They were two days away from a village before one of the older members of the group, Agnar, a former knight from Reynes, who was in his twilight years and acted as a capable mentor to the other members of the group and seldom performed on most missions, making him a perfect candidate to raise the child. Whether it was out of pity for the child, nostalgia or guilt due to his own family and past transgressions, the man was set on raising him and promptly gave the lad the name Einar.

Agnar started small, determining what would be best for the boy through observing what he liked, before giving up on that endeavor due to the interest he displayed. Instead, he opted to train Einar with a weapon that he was not only the best at, but held a significant meaning to him during his younger years - the sword. The training started out small, between playing and swinging the sword around, to learning maneuvers, to feeling the weight of the weapon. On paper, it appeared that he would make a fine fit among the rest of them, but there was a difference between training and the real deal.

On one of these days, most of the mercenaries had departed from the camp to resolve an issue involving some bandits; from what they learned about the job, these bandits had been plaguing this village for quite some time and offered a sizeable reward for taking them out. What the group didn't expect was that a raiding party had discovered the Ravencrest's camp the other night and retreated to explain the situation to their boss.

While initially caught off guard from the skirmish, the small group had managed to think on their feet and rebound, utilizing every little thing around them to their advantage ranging from a few traps they were preparing to catch for some game to smothering some of the assailants with a tent and flames. However, Einar could only do so much at the time, namely just throwing pots and pans at them as the closest thing he had to ranged weaponry. Sadly, it wasn't enough, as the one who had picked him as a target found him to be easy pickings.

Einar was swift, but the bandit was swifter and most of the others had been busy fighting swathes of others, so the boy was off on his own. When he had been disarmed through a simple swatting of his blade away from him, he panicked for a second as he tried to escape, the enemies weapon poised to split his head in two. What neither had expected was that during this panic, the boy blindly held his hands out and cringed, hoping nothing would happen.

This wouldn't exactly deter the bandit, but during this time when he was shaking, he had managed to blast the man back with a powerful gust of wind, knocking them off balance. While he would remain confused as to what happened, he utilized this respite to retrieve his weapon, only to end up running into another bandit who saw him as easy prey. While he wondered about what he did back there, he attempted emulating that action when pointing his arm at the ground, much to the bandits glee when he thought the kid had no idea what he was doing.

Of course, what he was planning was to shoot up some dust into their eyes, blinding them. It worked, giving Einar and opening as the man tried to hack violently at the boy, completely missing the mark. Exploiting the opening, he sliced open the mans neck, ending his life. He had no time to feel frightened, proud, or any sort of emotion about killing the man, as the same one who had assaulted him earlier had began their offensive once more.

Hoping to emulate what he did once more, both were surprised to see a sphere of fire erupt from his finger tips, singing the soles of the bandits foot and burning a bit of the camp. While the flame was left alight, this gave the boy an idea as he used that distraction and made a bit of distance back to the cooking materials and such.

Grabbing a canister of oil, he pivoted to see that same bandit and a few more coming onto him once again and threw it in their general direction. Whether it be out of reaction or annoyance, one of them swiped and broke the canister, causing them to be splashed in oil. Testing his new abilities, he held out his hand once again, only for a bolt of lightning to shoot out, electrocuting at least two of them, while the other two were caught by surprise when their companions were lit aflame, with one of the two running into one of them and getting caught up in it as well.

The battle continued for a bit until the enemy had realized this was futile; numerous amounts of them had been lost and these had been no casualties from the Ravencrest's side, aside from a couple of them sustaining some injuries. They began to retreat, heading back to their base as the mercenaries chased them off, their own camp being a flaming, bloody mess.

While they were busy cleaning up and figuring out how to allocate some of their remaining resources, Agnar approached the boy and commended the boy on his first outing, despite how dazed he appeared. Outside of the few praises he was given, he was somewhat deaf to them right now as he breathed heavily, trying to make sense of everything that happened, before Agnar caught his attention by mentioning the magic he used in battle, stating that he didn't expect the boy to have any sort of proficiency with it.

Once the other mercenaries returned, stating their job had be plenty easy due to the bandits routing as soon as they showed back up at their camp, Agnar approached their second-in-command, a mage who was more known for utilizing tactics as opposed to slinging spells. This prompted a full on examination when they had the free time to do so, before it was discovered that he had a very high aptitude for magic, to the point where they considered him a born natural. Despite it all, Einar had no discipline over the magic at the time nor did his father have any knowledge of how to wield the arcane, request that he help him in training his adoptive son.

The mage, while agreeing, never really had the time to assist Agnar in training Einar; while he was gifted at magic, he lacked focus and control at the time, something he would later learn on his own during his time with the Ravencrest's, as well as his own journey across Alba. He continued to train with the blade and bonded with his father, but as they both grew older, Agnar began noticing a few things about Einar.

It started after after his first battle; after consoling the boy, he watched as he began practicing and swing his sword at some of their dead bodies, the blade not even coming into contact. While Agnar did want to stop, he discerned based on the look in his eyes and the way that he was handling the bodies wasn't due to desecration, but rather a strange, yet morbid curiosity in him. Learning himself where to try and strike, imagining a similar foe and cutting them down, but this of course extended beyond battles.

At times, he would have at least five, maybe eight books piled up in his tent, either borrowed from someone in camp or a library at one of the towns or kingdoms. The information ranged between the type of political situation of Lothian to a fictional book about how someone was racing to cure his loved one through procuring ambrosia from the sun. This extended beyond mere books as he toyed around and practiced with his magic, though using it for more mundane matters like drying off clothes or being the camps embodiment of flint and steel when it came to cooking. It even extended to other miscellaneous skills like fixing up his own clothes, learning how to set up traps, or even some sleight of hand.

This curiosity about the world continued as he went on, eventually working alongside the others on actual missions, that he would sometimes come back a little roughed up or injured from. This really didn't deter him from his more personal pursuits, especially once he learned the origins of his own background - being that of an enigma - from listening to one of the mercenaries reminisce on the past.

This prompted many things, ranging from a barrage of questions levied at his old man; while he did care for Agnar, it finally came to light for him when he realized that the man wasn't his real father. Einar had mixed feelings at the time, from bits of betrayal to feeling that he loved the man regardless of not being connected by blood. What did began to fester and bloom though, was his own desire to learn about his past.

There had to be a reason for his original parents to abandon him like that, right?

That curiosity began to grow over the years as Einar left the encampments they set up for longer periods of time, venturing out to every village he could to look or find some form of information about himself. Eventually, it had reached its full conclusion with his announcement that he was leaving the Ravencrest Company at the age of fifteen. After discussing the details of his departure and debating against some of their concerns, he packed up his bags, gave his father and many of his friends a tearful goodbye, before departing on his own journey.

This lead him on many different adventures over the years as he continued to seek his past, ranging from escorting a caravan of traders from Reynes to Zion to assisting in some research in Dinas Afaraon (acting mostly as a guinea pig) to lacking any sort of gold and being stuck on the isles of Themyscira for an extended period of time performing either menial labor or handling some pirates; at least the women were beautiful, so that made it somewhat worth it.

Of course, he also did have some encounters with the Ravencrest Company, meeting up with friends and his father to have a chat over the jobs they had accepted over the years over a round of beer. However, during his last encounter when in Lothian territory, he announced what his next venture would be - that he would be looking to join Alnard small crusade.

Whether it be out of some curiosity, a desire to seek his past, or just because he felt like it, only Einar knew as he departed the next day to the once bustling city of Garleton.

Combat Statistics
Current Class: Page
Usable Spells/Weapons: Sword, Axe, Lance, Bow, Gauntlet

Mastered Classes: N/A
Affinity: Cosmic
Experience: 0/0

Stats
END: D STR: D MAG: C DEX: C SPD: D DEF: E RES: E LCK: E


Abilities:




Spells, Incantations, and Weapon Arts



Inventory:


Talents:


Support:



@Bloodwolf 2 our pcs learn weapon skills upon spending the xp we get on them or reclassing into a class that has that skill.
Well then, looks like I need to pick up the pace for my backstory. Should be complete soon.
I mean, I sort of have an idea for what route I might have in store with him, whether it be swords, axes, or magic, but for now here's what I have set up. Someone who has and lacks an identity. There's no amnesia, but there is some mystery involving the circumstances behind his bloodline. May or may not come up, yet will probably play a role in his growth.

Also, I'm still in the midst of working on the backstory, but I primarily want to know what tweaking I might need to make to the ability and possibly anything else. Also, I get the feeling that there are plenty of people with Cosmic so far, plus I'm between rolling with Astral or Cosmic for my pc so that might be subject to change.




"Sorry lass, but I'm livin' life on my own terms!"

Profile
Name: Einar
Gender: Male
Age: 21

Personality:
You would be hard pressed to find someone more self-assured and even more prideful than the most rich nobles and skillful knights beyond the fringes of the empire than this wandering Mercenary. Einar wears his confidence on his sleeve and makes sure to display it in full force with his haughty, boastful nature that is less befitting of his position than anything else. Adding onto this, he's blunt when he wants to be and quite courteous when he find it to either be beneficial or if he wants to get into the skirt of a lady. All in all, he can just be a straight up asshole at times.

This doesn't mean his completely cruel or daft, as Einar is a man who life the way he wishes. He'll boast about what he can do the best, sure, but he isn't the type to try and one-up someone unless its a contest. If anything, he'll show more of a natural curiosity towards any sort of subject, whether it be the fine arts, magic, or politics just to name a few examples. Einar has a passion for learning about new things almost all the time, finding that to be a fulfilling life. To follow that curiosity is his tendency to mull over and analyze anything he learns or observes as well.

Most of all, due to his lifestyle, he is also extremely greedy and can have a bit of a habit of hoarding useless knickknacks at times that he states he'll try to sell for a pretty penny. To add insult to injury, for everything else he analyzes, he is poor in sense when it comes to managing his own gold. More often than not, he'll tend to spend too much gold at times, sometimes leaving him impoverished and unable to afford a room at the inn or even a bowl of gruel.

Backstory:
Einar, strangely enough, is an amalgamation of the different nations embodying the continent, whether it be a constant desire to learn and collect information like those from Dinas Afaraon, a fighting style similar to those of the knights in Reynes, and even having the physical build of a Themysciran but the face of a Lothian. However, all these traits and features were unified under the reality that Einar himself doesn't have a home to return to. The closest thing he can call a home are the roads he traverses and the inns he sleeps in.

Even the circumstances revolving around his birth are a peculiar anomaly, as a band of mercenary's found the wee babe at their camp in the morning, swaddled in the midst of their campsite. As far as they knew, no sane traveler would of traveled along the forested path they had carved for themselves in secret through the Lothian Empire, much less follow them up the mountains. Furthermore, the closest town was days away and their two lookouts patrolling the camp at night noted that they saw no one enter the site.

It was quite strange, bizarre even for these turns of events, even going so far as to baffle them all for days on end about this whole situation. However, the one thing they absolutely didn't consider was leaving the baby for dead; they were professionals, but they even had standards when it came to human life. However, very few considered keeping the child around, opting to find the next town and not only look for a job there, but to ensure this kid found a proper family. Ironically enough, this group of mercenaries, known as the Ravencrest Company, would come to be his family for the next fifteen years.

The Ravencrest Company

Combat Statistics
Current Class: Page
Mastered Classes: N/A
Affinity: Cosmic
Experience: 0

Stats
END: D STR: D MAG: C DEX: E SPD: D DEF: E RES: E LCK: C


Abilities:




Spells



Inventory:


Talents:



Support:



You guys got room for one more person entering the fray? I may or may not have an idea for the type of chary I want to make, but have no idea how to develop him class-wise currently. Will probably start him off as a Page, but dunno whether to move him to Mercenary or Myrmidon moving forward.
Aurel Fuchs

Location:: Cabins
Interacting With:: Taka (@Ammokkx)


Aurel stood there for a bit, staring at the path before shaking his head as if he was coming out of a daze and pinched the bridge of his nose before grumbling. This was no time to dawdle as he pivoted and sprinted down the path, turning in the general direction of one of the cabins. "Snow is a bit pushy, right? So the cabin they definitely had to be in was-"

Naomi's. His musing ended as soon as he was drawn to the cacophony and small crowd that had gathered about the place. Swallowing some air, he squeezed through the assortment of Ultimates without making a single peep. Despite all the talking that had been transpiring, he really couldn't catch the tail end of anything due to his late arrival, some of which had the Ultimates murmuring to other people and generally not making any sorts of announcements.

Despite some people chatting amongst themselves, the main thing that drew his attention was the lifeless body that once was Naomi, with her throat torn open. Aurel didn't blink, nor did he retch upon seeing the corpse for the first time; if anything, he appeared somewhat perturbed, clenching his hand and rubbing his thumb and wincing as if he had made the scene awkward.

That appearance didn't exactly last too long, especially when he noticed that a couple of the others had drawn their Monopads. Quickly and silently, Aurel whipped his own out, swiftly tapping and swiping away at it as the information on his screen lit up. The tab that had been darkened was suddenly the same light color as the rest of the tabs, no doubt having to do with the recent turn of events.

"Monokuma file," he whispered under his bated breath, biting at his lips before swiping the pad dispassionately and powering it down before popping it back into his jacket's pocket. His shoulders sagged, as he gripped his wrist, sighing; was it a sigh of relief or dejection? Aurel couldn't even tell himself as he looked down at the hand gently caressing the wrist.

Suddenly, that same hand he was gripping dug into itself as he furrowed his brows, and stared at the floor disgustedly. Aurel felt a knot turning around in his stomach as he weaved between some people who were walking, avoiding contact with them as he leaned up on a wall near the door. It wasn't the light scent of death in the air or the fact that he caught a glimpse of the bloodied Naomi that made him sick.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" Finally, he let his hand free, leaving it to grip his forehead as he scolded himself in the background. The other hand, however, was outstretched a bit as each finger reclined in and out as if trying to grasp at something. Looking over, he noticed it was near the door, which gave him some pause as he leaned over.

Squeezing by another person, he went on his own to inspect the door, which took less than a second to do before he pivoted away. The locked end of the cabin was damaged, though it would be more accurate to say it had been yanked out of its hole.

"That's pretty amateurish," Aurel muttered coolly to no one in particular, before mentally scolding himself once more. Lightly slapping his faces cheeks, he exhaled before shifting gears over to Naomi. He really didn't get his own chance to analyze the body itself, too focused on other extraneous thoughts at the time as he began to approach.

He was a few meters away from the duo, Ayu and Hiroki, ears peeled for anything else they might of said as he leaned in close to the body, as if he were appraising some stolen material. From what he could discern, the blood was dry and the wound wasn't exactly fresh. Clicking the roof of his mouth of his tongue, his eyes drifted everywhere on the body, even towards whatever the other two were looking at.

Wait.

That was a fish hook; did the killer plant the weapon on the girls body or was it something else. "Despite the size, there's no way you could slit someones throat with that, right?" Aurel mused on the topic before backing off. There wasn't exactly anything else he could tell was apparent with the corpse; who knows, maybe someone might pick up something he missed.

Regardless, the boy merely stepped away and slinked back, whipping his head around as myriads of thoughts shot through his head at this moment, trying to figure out what to do. Should he linger about, ask someone questions, pursue Ryuma and try to help Snow? Those were all plausible actions, but he took the second out of the three, leaning over to the nearest person and giving them a nudge on the shoulder.

"So, uhm, hi Taka," Aurel murmured, looking away from the boy as he crossed his arms and stared at the corpse. "Soooo, aahh... dya' know who arrived at the scene first?"

Alexander Furst

Confidants:: Ava (@addamas), Hakuro, Raven (@FalloutJack))
Whereabouts:: The Metaverse?
Day:: Friday Afternoon



Alex glared at the bird before stepping back a foot or two, shrugging nonchalantly while tilting his head to the side, eyes shifting between the bird and what was behind him. Honestly, there really was no choice in the matter as he placed a hand on his hip and lifted his ear up, as if either to act as an amplifier or some form of mockery towards the bird, most likely the former. "Sure," he murmured disconnectedly.

His breathing was long, expiring and inspiring deeply as the bird flew up, beckoning to guide them in a foreign direction. Just as he took a step forward, he stopped, eyes widening as he threw his head to look behind him. "What was that?"

Alex swore he heard what sounded to be a mix of a growling grizzly or wolf combined with aspects of a child gurgling and the sounds of a car engine. The sound was alien to him as he felt the hair on his skin stand up so straight that he could probably impale someone with it. As much as it could be bizarre, this was supposedly reality right now as he strode forward, passing by Hat Boy and Ava, taking the lead.

As they traversed this landscape, their guide began talking and explaining to them things about this site, about what they've gathered from years of living here. However, as the bird continued to talk, his mind began to drift between the waking world and dreams with particular terms this bird rattled off. "Everyone's minds, huh?"

Those cards came to mind once more. He didn't understand them, at least completely at first, but maybe he dreamed that this was to come? A future premonition? As ridiculous as it sounded, he slowly began to believe it, though there was one ridiculous thing he couldn't believe as he grit his teeth and turned around to glower at Hat Boy, or rather Hakuro. He mouthed a silent "cease" to the guy before facing forward again.

Despite the short pause, the Raven was finally getting over to the "they's" they mentioned earlier. Hushed, Alex soaked up all this information as the bird spoke of "shadows," describing them as dark imaginings, nightmares, and so on. "Are they the unconscious side of us?

His eyes were glazed over for a split second, visualizing Amari and Igor, repeating the words they spoke in his head, sound by sound, articulation by articulation, before returning his attention. It seems they began squabbling over something else, but based on the explanation, the Raven to Alex was a shadow. "I wonder if their real word counterpart has some issues."

"Or maybe you're a Sun, who knows." Alex looked up the raven, studying them quizzically for a split-second before looking to the road ahead. His eyes widened for a second. A thought.

"Say, you guys don't think anyone else got pulled in here aside from Laurence, do ya? Actually," Alex cocked his head upwards, "oy, birdy or Raven or whatever you want me to call you, is there anyone else here you've possibly forgotten about?"
Alexander Furst

Confidants:: Ava (@addamas), Hat Kid, Raven? (@FalloutJack))
Whereabouts:: ???
Day:: Friday Afternoon



Just before Alex could peer around the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks and retreated just a smidgen back into the alleyway. Hoisting his head up, he squinted and pursed his lips while gradually moving towards the sound. Raising an eyebrow, he turned his head skyward, "Was that the sound of a bird," he questioned himself, barely taking notice of the sounds.

Sighing, he went back to flattening himself against the wall; the less something could see him, the better after all. As he began reaching that same location as before, the cawing gradually became louder as he swore that it sounded like human words interspersed between each resonating caw.

The pace of his breathing was picking up, though he kept each breath he took in low, creeping ever so closer until the sound of a fourth voice had completely dominated his ears. He bit his lip and blinked pivoting around with his fists up; with furrowed brows and a glare that could rip and tear through anything, the trio were greeted by a raven.

Alex blinked once more.

A talking Raven.

"Did I hit my friggin' head or something? There's no way in hell I fell asleep again, nor did I smack into something. My diets been fine, as I've been eating-," Alex began to list off every single thing he had done in the prior days, trying to make sense of this all before stopping. The fact that he had accepted that he was in a sickly green world already and that everything was as wrong as the structures that H.P. Lovecraft had "described," and had gone into a defensive mode caused him to lower his guard just a little.

"Why am I weirded out by a Raven at this point," he uttered under his breath, as if it were a curse or something as he lowered his arms. His face began to relax as he glanced at the bird with a resting bitch face as he started to slowly make his way towards it with multiple thoughts shooting through his mind.

Instead of speaking out right off the bat, he paused and leaned on the wall, trying to make sense of this all. His eyes drifted between the raven and the exit, as if in some sort of dream-like trance. "The dream... this has to be coincidental."

And as much as he wanted to believe this was all coincidental, something nipped at him in the back of his head. He had kept completely quiet all while this was transpiring, taking it all in as he began to look at it from an introspective angle. Of course, that train of thought crashed with Ava's fist against his shoulder.

At least the impact was a lot lighter, coming from her. "Thanks Ava... and, also, Raven, was it? I don't trust you in the slightest," Alex spoke up, walking in the opposite way of their supposed exit. He was unflinching as he approached the bird, glowering as his breath abated, "Coming out of no where, describing Laurence, and stating that those things go into a feeding frenzy."

But then he paused, a few centimeters away from the bird, "But all things considered, I don't think any of us have much of a choice but to trust you." He groaned, grinding his teeth while placing a hand against his temples and rubbed it, grumbling.

"Lead us to Laurence and get us out of here... and don't you dare double-cross us, got it? Oh, and explain to us a couple of things while leading us to Laurence since you're going to guide us... like, where are we and what are those "they's" you mentioned." Alex felt he had an idea in the back of his mind what those "they's" were Raven had mentioned, but he had no idea if they were like monsters from Amnesia or Silent Hill.

"Now then, walk an' talk, lets get going," he issued in a commanding tone as he whirled his index finger about.
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