Aleph realized that she was not going to let this go, and that she was insistent on having him sleep with her. Quite honestly, he was tired from the day and simply wanted to gain some rest. He wasn't able nor had he the will to argue his own point, because doing too much would be disrespectful, which he didn't want.

Aleph inhaled deeply.

"You are correct; I wish not to 'bed' anyone with whom I am not in love with. It's just...." he trailed off, realizing what he might have said would be fairly awkward. "....Then I guess I shall." he accepted defeat and began plucking off each part of his armor, after 'unlocking' it by depressing a part on his armor, just before where his shoulder-plate SHOULD have been. He had long ago lost both in a conflict. The button had released the pressure the armor put on Aleph, and instantly seemed ever the more bulky when he did so, but it did allow him to remove it.

What remained on Aleph's body was his blue, torn tunic... and his chiseled abs. The split tunic revealed a bigger scar upon his chest, which ran vertically down, obviously caused by a bladed weapon. There were very small scars, indicators of his battles, but they were insignificant, and didn't really ruin his body like the big one. Protecting Faith's innocence was a pair of faded-black pants, which didn't seem as if they were special in any way. They weren't. Once he was finished setting his armor aside, he did not go to look for a wardrobe or clothes. Aleph was told that stealing clothing from the deceased brought bad luck, and the people of this home might have been deceased.

So, he continued over to the bed, the opposite side, and slid himself into it. He felt odd, considering he was in a bed, with a woman, but luckily, he didn't think much of it now that he was in the bed. "I wish you goodnight, Faith." he finally said, turning to face away so as not to disgust her with his own failure - his own reminder that he was a horrible person that lay on his chest.

Oreron Hall

The night may have been on the cool side for the worn commander, but the dreams were not as kind as the climate was. He was unable to asleep again, even in the most optimal of conditions. The bathroom wasn't a place to sleep for the likes of him. Bloodshot eyes open to the darkened room. The armor that still covered his legs were uncomfortable as is. He decided to have the rest of the armor to fold in on itself and off of him, leaving him in a shorts and a tattered cloth that served at his under shirt. It left a large pack on the ground in front of him, the hump on his back and a large bundle under the 'hump'. Oreron opened the pack and pulled out a tunic of better quality and pants of a softer material.

Changing into the clothing felt a bit alien to him after days or weeks in armor. Then again, sleeping indoors was more alien for someone who often slept outside on the road or didn't sleep at all from being on edge. His hair was all over the place, long and unkept from year of uncaring about how he looked in times of war. Only his maw made his stomach turn when people. Carved from ear to war and teeth stained from the blood of others who tried to kill him in the past. It was a weapon and a reminder of his own failures.

His body moved on it's own, heading upstairs and into a room that was unfamilar and obviously occupied, but uncaring all the same. With the bed occupied, he simply curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed to a light sleep, growing deeper as the night went on.

(After this post, please finish up the night and start the next morning. )

Faith Alexis

As the male began removing his armor Faith could not help but allow her eyes to wander across his gloriously ripped stomach, mouth hung open slightly in a rather comical way. Her pupils continued to follow him as he crawled into bed beside her before she noticed the giant great scar across his chest. Though she wanted to question how he had gained such a mark, it felt like now was not exactly the time as they were all very tired for the days troubles. It would make conversation for tomorrow though.

"I wish you goodnight, Faith."

The blonde lay faced towards him, only just realizing quite how awkward the whole situation was. She swallowed lightly, arms absently reaching towards Aleph beneath the scarlet covers. Faith just wanted to curl up close beside him and have his body heat lull her into a warm sleep. Sighing lightly she recoiled her arms and curled them up in her chest, deciding that such thoughts were only to remain dreams. Also the remembering of her dear blizzard Darius wandering out in the cold dragged her hands away.

"Goodnight..."

Faith felt a third presence in the room, but was far too sleepy to check it out. She did not care either being honest, it would have harmed them if dangerous already. Sleep began to engulf her and her eyes began to close.

Number Two
"Her inner structure has no snags, except.. Some of her interior bone replacements are online and average. Thinking process and emotional levels are under stress. Seems, someone tasered her and caused a malfuntion inside her skull. Electricity and partly metal brains don't mix well together." Number Two listened to Tomo with a sleepy expression, having been woken early - thanks to her AI and his alarm clock, which she's going to delete later - she wasn't very... Perky. She nodded before pulling her thumb away from the nape of Ember's neck, where there was a metal like plug and watched as a tiny metal plating slid back into place, protecting the plug. She pulled out a tiny bandage from her pocket, and slid it over the small round plating to cover it back up with skin. The Medic Cilia - that's what the tiny little tentacle like band airs are called - would be working on it and then the patch would turn green when they were done. Two loved Cilia. She smiled before flipping Ember back over and giving her a mild stimulent shot to wake her up, which she did.

The metal clad woman opened her eyes, and blinked as if suprised. Number Two pulled back a little, knowing Ember did not welcome being touched by others, she prodded her with a stick. Ember turned her head to look at the seventeen year old and grimaced before rolling onto her knees and slowly made it to her feet. Number Two typed in some words to her keypad, Tomo spoke. "Welcome back to the living, Ember Wolfe, S-E16."

Ember Wolfe
The first thing that really hit her, was Two's blue hair. Her memories were jumbled and they were slowly putting themselves back into order as Ember staggered toward the wall. Her protective sole suit was still on, not her armor platings and she had expected to move with strength, but she didn't. She moved with the slow awkward movements of a newborn calf, her knees almost bending inwards. Slowly, she remembered how to walk, and talk. "Number Two, report." Her words sounded almost slurred, but they still had a tone of command. She watched as Two, straightened and her robotic AI started speaking. "We located you a few miles away... Your robotic parts malfunctioned and your Neco body system could not handle the electrical stress and caused you to go into shock. Your emotional dam has busted for some unknown reason. Shall we offer a depression pill?"

Ember snorted in a angry way, but nodded and reached her hand out for the pill Two was offering. Emotions were a nuisance and the pill would suppress them, thank God. She licked her lips before looking around, searching her surroundings, as if waiting for someone to attack. No one did. In fact there was no one around. She grimaced, and let out a deep breath before starting to move... And simply staggered forward and instictively tried to lean back against the wall, but instead the wood behind her fell backwards with a crack. Ember groaned as she looked up at the morning sky, before looking in at Two who was making laughing gestures with no noise. Ember did something she usually didn't do just then, she smiled.

Darius James
Darius woke up from the sitting position he was in and stood out of the shadows to see the back of the Barn. Hmm, it wouldn't hurt to explore now would it? He smiled to himself before taking off, venturing deeper into the barn until he forgot the twists and turns he did and came down some... Steps? He looked around some more until he came into a room and saw Faith... And Aleph... Darius froze, his different color eyes turning cold as he turned to go back to Two in silence. Yet, it didn't feel quiet to him. Everything was loud and his head was pounding with a migraine, as he came over to see Ember walking back into the barn from an odd hole in the wall. He stopped and saw dust covering Ember and feeling the burning heat of betrayal, hurt and anger strode forward and kissed the woman he swore to kill.

Then with a sudden fierceness shoved Ember away and walked to the far side of the room, and leaned on the wall with his arms crossed. He didn't look at Ember, or Number Two, but instead stared up at the ceiling, his fists clenched. He radiated pain and anger and frustration, the energy coming off him in waves that would consume any city in his way. His head started pounding with a fierceness that would have caused him to fall, but the anger was keeping him up and awake. Then he stared to think. I should have learned. Can't trust anyone, can't ever do that again. Goddamn...

Jennifer awoke as the first rays of sunlight fell upon her face, bubbling a gentle whimper-y groan from her lips and making her squirm tiredly. She hadn't slept that well in...weeks? Months? Possibly years. She was often too plagued with terrors to get rest for more than a few hours. Stretching her arms up over her head and shifting about, she sat up and sighed, resting her forearms on her knees. Ace had dozed off on a tree, she saw, sitting as though he'd been keeping watch. Wow. She made a mental note to praise him later. For now, however, she had a bit of time to herself, and she would use it for all it was worth.

Rolling silently to her feet, still barefoot, she stoked the fire alive again and peered around the small clearing. It was early, still the small hours of day, but late enough that the sun was pulling steam off the small river. It was peaceful. Quiet. Unassuming. Jennifer ruffled her hair and paced towards the water. Though she'd had a dunk the previous night, she hadn't truly washed the dirt and grime from her skin, and about now, she could use a good scrubbing, rubbing her arms and legs and torso raw until they tingled. That was the best sort of clean.

Standing beside the river, she peeled off her clothes, tugging off her shirt first, then unwinding the bandage-like cloth from around her chest, shimmying her loose trousers off after uncinching a small chord functioning as a belt, and slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her panties to slide them down her legs and unhitch them from her ankles. She gathered her clothes in her arms and brought them closer to the edge of the water, figuring she may as well give them a good washing as well. Stepping into the chilly water, she glanced down at her reflection, focusing in on it. She knew she was considered pretty, she'd been told so often enough. She just didn't really pay any mind to what gave her that title.

Pale, that was the first thing that came to mind as she gazed at her own reflection. Long expanses of pale, from her feet, up long, slim legs, spreading through ample hips and a curved trunk and bobbing chest, through her arms to her very fingertips, up a swan-like neck and to her simple face. Large eyes, small nose, curved lips. Dark lashes, brows, hair that clung to her face in the worst of moments. Scars that covered most of her skin, though didn't exactly marr it's appearance in any way. Bruises and scrapes from stumbles and climbs. No, nothing about her was very special, and yet. And yet people still found reason to stare. Odd.

She waded further into the water, goosebumps raising along her flesh as it reacted to the chill, and sat down on the silty bottom, the waterline around her shoulders as she began to rinse out and scrub her clothes with a handful of plants that created a soap-like substance. A song came to her mind, and so she began to sing it, each note clear, each lyric meaningful. And there, for only a bit, she was Jenn, washing and singing and enjoying the peace, innocent for once as the water washed her of sins.

((Shameless naked girl! I'm sorry, I had to, this has been in my head for ages...))

(PERVY ACE! FTW!)

Ace Tyrant

"Bwa...nhmm...."

One of Aces icy blue eyes slowly peeled open and squinted at the sunlight attacking violently at his pupils. He blinked rapidly before shielding his eyes and sitting more upright, hair flopped over his face in a scruffy mess and expression lazy and dull. For once in his life he looked like a typical teenager, not some meek blonde who could be mistaken for a child. He glanced around for the raven haired girl but found no sight of her. Standing up her calling her name a single time before going into a frantic panic.

"Shit...shit....JENN!? HEY!?"

Instantly awakened the youth began tearing through the under growth, pouncing this way and that at a surprising speed. Pain throbbed up his leg as he placed his weight upon it but he did not even moan, he just needed to find her safe and alive. Ace came up to the river side, seeing a figure in the center. Sure enough it was her, her pale limbs and black hair identified her. She was bathing naked. NAKED.

The blonde let out a squeak and hid behind a tree as his whole face glowed up in a scarlet colour. He saw Jenn, clothless and in all her beauty. Well, only a glimpse and most of her was below the water so yeah...

If she sees me. I'm dead...

Still, his head quickly bobbed around the side of the tree. He was now playing a risky game, but quite honestly he could not resist. Now Ace had not just caught a single glimpse of her anymore, his eyes had absently skimmed every part of her perfection. The youth recoiled and hid again, sitting at the root of the tree and listening to her voice. He never knew she sung so well, maybe it was a talent she had hidden away along with her jokey and bubbly past personality that he was sure he had captured small snippets of.

(Guise, I thought they went to sleep in a barn-house, not an actual barn.... =_= lol)

For no particular reason, Aleph got a good night's sleep last night and woke up feeling refreshed and almost happy. Almost. In actuality, he was a bit flustered when he woke up and saw Faith's gorgeous face less than a inch away from his, and his arms holding her as if she were his to hold. While he turned a tad bit red, he did not over-imagine how things went yesterday, for he had not an alcoholic beverage to jumble his memory. However, had he one.... well, he might not have been so calm.

Although he could easily imagine himself just laying around in a bed, with the beautiful girl before him, forever, he knew that today would bring new challenges that he and she must overcome, or they'll end up like most of the rest of their race - dead. Besides, he did have that one insta-meal that he scavenged a while back. All it needed was some water and heat, and it'd be good to go. It would be for her, obviously, and he thought it might be nice to see her wake up to something to eat. He could only assume it'd be a delight, as that sounded great to him. Traveling alone, you never really woke up to breakfast, unless you were breakfast for something.

When he finally managed to removed his eyes off of her sleeping figure (and he did so reluctantly), he began to get out of bed. First, he stealthily removed his arms from her. Second, he sat up. And third, with the subtlety of a honey badger tearing a cobra apart, he got out of bed with a small thump. Not wanting to waste any time, he quickly scuddled out of the room to go make breakfast, only just noticing the figure on the floor before running into it.

....

....

....

When the hell'd they get a dog? Who looked human....ish! Actually, that explained the snoring.... he thought it was from Faith the whole night. He gave a small, non-threatening kick to the side of him. More like a tap, it was simply meant to wake whoever was on the floor. Since he didn't kill them in their sleep, he was probably not an immediate threat, and Aleph'd let him live if that were the case. But as the case with Faith, he moved on without waiting, so as to go make some damn food. Disregarding his armor at the moment due to comfort reasons and because he wanted to stretch before bothering with food, he began down the steps.

....to a group?

Darius, Number Two and the woman who had threatened him earlier, Ember, were all simply there. Just fucking there. When the brunette acknowledged this, he attempted to make multiple facial expressions, but they simply just turned to a neutral glance. While he wasn't necessarily exposed, anyone could see his chest, which did make him feel a bit self-conscious, but that was not the problem. "I was not informed there was to be a gathering here." were the first words Aleph managed to speak to the group in general. His eyes definitely lingered on Ember, but it was still simply a blanker expression, not one of hate nor unhappiness that would have come from Faith. She knew when to back off, and that was good enough for him. From there, his eyes moved on to Darius, where they stayed. Aleph was sensitive to Darius' anger and frustration. He could feel it seething off of the white-headed man almost instantly and for some, odd reason, he almost enjoyed it. He put two and two together and figured what it might have been, and for this case only, he was glad that what he and Faith had done was misinterpreted. When Faith awoke, she'd probably end up clearing this up anyways, so Aleph was just going to enjoy this while it lasted.

"Fair morning to you, Darius. And you, Number Two." he began innocently. "Yourself as well.... Ember, if I'm not mistaken? I'm unsure as to whether or not I should be threatened by this gathering, I must admit. Need I?" he asked simply.

Number Two
Number Two was used to see half naked guys, due to her being a medic on the field but she wasn't used to see them when they weren't harmed in any way. She made a yelping sound and ran behind Ember was just starting to stand correctly. Two glanced between Aleph and Darius feeling that they weren't exactly friends more of allies who didn't exactly like each other. Like male lions. Two smiled a weak smile until she remembered Darius courting Faith. Two Kingly lions vying for a Lioness's attention. She poked Ember in the ribs, grabbing the female soilder's attention and quickly making signing gestures while using the gesture for Darius' name and pointing at Aleph.

Ember Wolfe
Ember was in a rage, but the pill was starting to work and her rage slowly boiled down to a simmer. She hated human contact, and in a way feared it, but she would not let anyone know that, nor would she admit it to herself. Ember had watched Two's hands moving and understood what she was saying. She turned to Aleph and Darius. "Number Two and I surely mean no harm, but I have no way to know of the traitor's intentions." Ember turned a glare on Darius, just as the man turned to look at her.

Darius James
Darius snapped at Ember. "If I'm mistaken traitors actually trade information on their so-called friends, and I haven't done so... yet." His green and blue eyes became guarded, but the dislike and anger showed as brilliant as a star. "Don't worry Aleph..." He spoke to Aleph but didn't look at him or Ember or Two. "I won't harm you today."

(Sorry for the short paragraphs... Kind of in a hurry...)

Jennifer was quite enjoying her private time, singing and washing and shivering in the chilly morning. She finished washing out her clothes and wrung them out before setting them on the bank to dry slightly as she scrubbed her skin and hair and face. With thoughts on hunting and scaling trees, she paid no mind to a soft scuffle near the trees; it would be hours before Ace awoke, and many small critters were active at these times. Mashing a few plant leaves to mush in her hands, she applied it to her dirty locks and relaxed, leaning back on her elbows, half in and half out of the water, soaking in weak rays of sunlight. After licking her lips and clearing her throat, she continued to sing a quiet and repetitive song.

"I'm coming home,
I'm coming home,
Tell the world I'm coming home.
Let the rain wash away
All the pain of yesterday.
I know my kingdom awaits,
And they've forgiven my mistakes,
I'm coming home,
I'm coming home,
Tell the world I'm coming home."

Kelly had found that song on an old Sapien recording disk once, and they'd listened to it together, crooning and swaying, each piping up to harmonize together. Though no matter what, Kelly had always fallen quiet and gazed in unabashed awe at Jenn as she sang, urging her to repeat the song again, just once more, for her. Jenn always obliged, and sang. And now, she sang as a memory, as though the words would bring Kelly to her.

After singing the same stanza a few times, she rinsed her hair and scrubbed her body with another plant mixture, eventually leaving the water and sprawling on her front across the warm stretch of ground beside the water, stretching her sore muscles and fluffing her shining black locks around her head to dry. This was exactly what she'd needed. Some time to herself, to gather her thoughts and cleanse her body. She was content.

Content enough not to rip Ace's throat out for hiding behind that tree. She'd seen his foot ages ago, though she was sure he'd not looked upon her long. And after all, her body was nothing to be ashamed of, nor anything of import. It was merely a vessel to her.

((Ace is having a good effect on Jenn! Like a goat on a horse! Woo!))

Faith Alexis

The blonde moaned as the feeling of loss of warmth reached her body, and so she tugged at the covers as though they had been dragged from her. Realizing they were still cloaked across her, she wondered what the source of the pleasant heat was. Aleph!?

Her body flinched realizing that some how they had ended up curled beside one and other in a couple like way. Being honest, she did not care, if not was pleased at the idea and so slowly allowed herself to wake instead of leaping up and questioning if he had purposely pulled himself towards her. What if he had!?

Slowly she opened her eyes, squinting at the light shining through the window. She rubbed them with her fingertips before slowly sitting up and wrapping the sheets around her shoulders and standing up, stumbling lazily. "Aleph...?..." Faith called out in a semi yawn, her golden hair tousled upon her head but even though did not falter her beauty. It seemed he had gone, supposedly down stairs.

She headed in that direction before finding something sat on the ground that made her jump and cry out a little. The woman recoiled before tripping over the blankets wrapped around her and tumbling onto the ground with a noisy thud, quilts flying into the air with her. Faith scooped up one of her arm blades beside her and threateningly waved it in the direction of the male out of pure instinct. After a good few seconds of glaring at him, she lowered the weapon, swallowing harshly.

"Sir...what are you doing here. I don't believe this is your house." The blondes tone was formal, stern but polite, she decided that if he was in fact dangerous he would be of no threat to her. Where were his weapons?

(Sorry for crappy post, its just I did not know what to write. Jenn leads everything so ya know~)

Ace Tyrant



Jenn's voice seemed to be just as heavenly as her body. Ace had never heard of such a song before, but he liked it. It soothed his mind and sounded to be a much older melody than something of their time. The lyrics were not describing war and killing. It was talking about forgiveness and the idea of being forgiven was something so rare that it was now viewed as something beautiful. Could the Neco race ever be forgiven?

Slowly the boy got to his feet, before leaping through the undergrowth trying to keep silent and out of her sight. He would retreat to a father away spot, hoping that the Raven was too caught up with bathing to notice. He gritted his teeth harshly, dancing upon tree roots on the tip of his feet.

"Then a higher power must be looking over me today, for I have found many who wish not to harm me in this threatening world." Aleph stated with a small smile playing on his lips as he glanced at Ember. While natural curiosity told him to inquire about this whole 'traitor' thing she had mentioned, logic dictated that that probably wasn't the best idea, so he refrained from doing so. All he could really tell was that Darius was this so-called 'Traitor'. He was exactly sure why, but Aleph wasn't surprised that it was him.

The young brunette began hearing small signs of Faith's awakening from her slumber coming from upstairs. The wooden floor weren't much for someone to sneak around on, with each step telegraphing someone's presence quite audibly. Because she would be up, and Darius was here, Aleph thought it best not to leave her for any exercise, and cancel his prior plans. Couldn't have this traitor getting her while he wasn't here and all. Or letting her and Ember meet without him to cool things down. He could see that turning into a big problem and unlike in a movie or two he had watched before the world went to a near-literal hell, it wouldn't be quite so aesthetically pleasing to the eye.

Unfortunately.

"My apologies if I am mistaken, but is the whole group from yesterday not here? Aside from the young lady and injured man, that is? Strange coincidence." his suggestive tone told anyone he didn't quite believe it to be coincidence, but that small smile he retook upon his face might've thrown someone off. "In any case, I wish you all a good morning and good day, for it appears that it is not one for hostility. But it is my hopes that if such hostility comes, that we are above cowardish tactics?" he smiled quite warmly, but his gaze transferring to Darius was soley because that remark was pointed at him and him alone.

"Ah, well we ought to wait for Faith before we do much, shouldn't we?"

Darius James
Darius was never one for showing his true feelings (of course) and he would do no such thing with Aleph, not even show a hint of what he was feeling. His demeanor changed, as his muscles relaxed and his gaze wasn't that of a glare anymore. He smirked at Aleph and spoke, "Perhaps I should greet the lady this morn. Apologise again for leaving abruptly last night." He pushed himself off the wall and passed the brunette just as Tomo spoke for Two saying they'd go searching for honey bees (basically honey). Darius grunted in response and his thoughts imediately turned to Aleph and Faith. He was finally testing his inner control and paitence. His thoughts kept him from checking himself on the stairs, and he didn't realize he was in the room Faith and Aleph had slept in when he saw Oreron, he tripped.

Darius coughed, his eyes holding a restrained sparkle of humor, suprise and shock. "What on Earth is that?" He stared at the animal-like creature at Faith's feet. And without meaning to he thought: It must be another goddamn suitor. Why do I have the feeling this is somehow turning out like 'The Odyssey' with the suitors, and Penelope... Oh... I hope there isn't an Odysseas in this version.

Ember Wolfe
Ember glared at the white haired male as he drifted away, and her gaurded eyes seemed to fade. She looked at Aleph. "Better follow the rouge before he snakes the-" She blanched "-lady out from under your nose." She never understood these courting rituals and tests ; it all seemed useless in the middle of a firefight. Ember shook her head still in the process of lifting the veil from her eyes and took some hesitant step toward the way Darius had walked... And promptly ran into the wall instead. Ember made a noise and seemed to struggle backwards like a doe caught in an ankle trap. She fell and a dazed look came into her eyes for a moment... The look slowly faded as she growled out a word. "Damn."

After a while, Jennifer finally headed back towards the camp, tugging her cold, half-damp clothes onto her body and shivering, collecting her mind back into its usual place of harsh cold and protection. It was time to stop fooling around. She had to keep searching. Her hand reached up towards her collarbone, stroking the skin there weakly, as though feeling the ghost of some bauble that once hung from her neck.

She swept back into the camp and immediately set to stoking the fire again, building it higher to keep it warm in the little nook. Where had Ace scuttled off to? Terrified of being caught, obviously, he'd hidden somewhere. But where, exactly? Jennifer let out a low whistle, hoping he'd hear and recognise and come back. There were many things she'd teach him today.

((Sorry for short post and my absence!!))

((Double post, my bad!))

(Um I don't know where Vestiline got to but you can move on if you like. Was Darius coming to see Faith or something?)

Ace Tyrant.

The blonde haired youth dared one final good look at Jenn as she left the water and chucked on her clothes. Even though it was clear she was not looking in his direction he still stood their in fear and with a bright red blush upon his cheeks. Though Ace was a very handsome guy, he was weak and that was viewed as greatly unattractive. Also it was hard enough to find a partner after the war as love had been replaced by pure violence. This was his first time seeing a girl naked.

As she headed back to camp, Ace followed a good distance behind her with silent steps. Then a low whistle filled the air, sounding though out the forest. He understood and took a few steps back, recoiling, before pouncing forwards running fast with fake pants escaping his mouth. "W...Where have you been!? Oh god...I was worried sick..."

Number Two
Number Two made a noise at the back of her throat as she lunged forward and almost caught the hermit toad. Hermit toads, funny creatures as they were toads with shells that resembled the surface of granite areas so they looked basically like any other rock you see and they, of course, leaped around like frogs. Oh, and they also changed their colors. The hermit toad was now a glowing neon blue when her hair fell across it's surface for a mere second. It leaped forward again, Two followed in persuit before Tomo spoke. "Depending on size and rapid speed in coloration, I suggest it be a female." Two rolled her eyes and pressed some buttons into her keypad before searching the long grass for the hermit toad again.
A shadow fell across her. She looked up and her eyes widened as she took in the sight. The man was beautiful, er, handsome. Smooth pale skin. Jet black hair bordered his face. White eyes. A giant black hate that kept the sun out of his face and a long black leather trench coat. He had leather black glove. The man was spectacular. She didn't do anything until he spoke and even his words sounded handsome. "Exscuse me, but you haven't happened upon a black dog have you?"
Somehow, Two wasn't suprised the creature he was looking for was black. She shook her head and remembered she was in the dirt with her jaw on the ground. She hastily stood and dusted off her jeans. Two looked up to see the man smiling. "You have blue hair." Two blushed just as the man picked up a lock before rubbing it between his fingers. "It's nice." She stepped back and typed in some words for Tomo to say. "I have to go." She turned away and bolted back into the barn like house that was in plain sight. She slammed the door and peaked out of a crack in the wall to see the cloaked man stare at the building. He turned and walked into the forest.
Number Two smiled to herself in secret before turning around to see Aleph and Ember.

Jennifer turned and focused Ace with a cold stare, one eyebrow quirked skyward. "I'm sure," she snorted, and ruffled her still damp hair with a small, scarred hand. Looking around the small area, she blew out a frustrated breath and nodded. "Right. We need to find something to eat, I'll suspect you get hungry. And you need something besides a...taser. To protect yourself."

((SO SORRY, OMIGOSH, I'M SO SORRY.))

Oreron Hall

If Oreron was one thing, he was a heavy sleeper when he had a place to sleep safely. He didn't feel the kick nor did he hear faith when she addressed him. However, he was already at the point of waking. There was slight growl from the sleeping form before moving around. He tapped his nails on the floor and lifted himself off the ground into a sitting position, letting his hair drape over his face and hiding his scar. He sat there for a bit, shaking and making cracking noises as if he were stretching in place. Soon, he stood and followed. Standing fulling for the first time in months at around 6'5" and unrecognizable to those who had only seen him in his suit.

He didn't say anything, only grabbing his things and compacted armor and gave a glance at faith before heading outside. He wasn't that used to people being around him, especially this many and soon took a seat outside the door. Opting not to put on his armor right away. Only listen to those around him to get his bearings again.

((I HAVE RETURNED!!!!))

GOOD NEWS EVERYONE!

I have decided on making a reboot of this RP in order to allow other people to join too. You may keep your characters, and the plot will just continue on as it is exactly the same RP, sounds kind of pointless I know but I would like to make this RP a little more literate and awesome sauce for it deserves it. I will be creating a slightly new Character Appie thing but you should not need to change too much. I hope to get it up in the next few days and will post a link. :3 I hope you all join the reboot as I super dooper love all your characters and you are all very awesome and kind people. I apologize for not posting even though you guys have been nudging at this RP to get it all pumped up again. If anyone has any questions or complaints please ask in the OOC "Reboot thread that I am about to make. I also decided to post this here as I am certain everyone will see it. Thanks guys<3

((Hey can we keep posting until... I don't know you actually make the other RP to start with?))

((I wouldn't mind posting up until a reboot. Or reboot it myself...))

((No one's made the new RP so... Let's just keep posting...?))

((sounds good to me...))

Here is the remake of this RP. So sorry that it did not happen sooner. roleplay/savage-evolution