[woodfeather the patchwork]

S: kinda…. i guess.

Mia : hello!!!!!!! welcome

[WingedAngel]

Lorna: Oh… Hello.

[woodfeather the patchwork]

Mia: here *hands her some water*

[WingedAngel]

Lorna: *nods* Thanks. *drinks*

[woodfeather the patchwork]

s: its nearly dawn…..

[Tartarus]

H: I’d better go then. Thanks for the gun, and, you know, saving my ass. *stands up and goes to the door, ice and fire swords ready in case he’s spotted*

[woodfeather the patchwork]

Mia: here *throws a bootle of water* cleanest youll get round here

[WingedAngel]

Lorna: *watches H leave and sighs, taking out a small pencil and drawing book, drawing monsters*

[woodfeather the patchwork]

Mia: le sigh, par le vo fance?

[woodfeather the patchwork]

S: NO ONE SPEAKS FRENCH!

[WingedAngel]

Lorna: *rolls eyes, sighing before continuing with the drawing*

[woodfeather the patchwork]

S: sighs* so have we found a cure for the mutations yet?

Mia: i think i got a breakthrough…. the arsenic in the paint is deadly to monsters, soooo,

S: if we can find away to make it less potent,

Mia: we can cure the mutations!

[Tesla]

(PSSSSST WHAER CAN I COME IN)

[Tartarus]

H: *comes to a bubbling pond, there’s a dry patch in the middle, there’s a child sitting on the small island, at least that’s what it looks like, I move closer to the edge of the pond and push back the reeds to see better.* excuse me? are you alright?…. Hello? *the figure shifts slightly, moaning* hello…? *I drew my fire and ice swords and slowly wade into the murky water*

[woodfeather the patchwork]

(anywhere)

Mia: *grunts puts hands on head and falls to knees*

s: oh my… not agin