@ImNotCrazyImAFangirl
“What are your life goals, the ? Making dog helmets for eternity sounds fun.”
“What are your life goals, the ? Making dog helmets for eternity sounds fun.”
“True. But I’d like to get out of here. Travel outside of this camp for once,” Cato said.
“Same,” she said. “I’m hoping to get on this quest. I might die, but at least I’d die happy.”
“Me too,” Cato smiled wanly. “Or, at least, happily fighting monsters.”
“Happy being so,dwhere else,” she agreed, looking around. “I mean, I might as well have grown up here. Just a few weeks after losing my parents.”
“Yeah…” Cato breathed, looking over the camp from their position on the forge’s hill. “I actually can’t remember ever living anywhere but here. And yet I only have seven lines on my arm.”
“I remember some of it,” she said. “Typical happy memories. A few sad ones.”
//yay time for sad backstories
//yay
“Yeah,” Cato half-laughed, half-sighed. “But at least you have memories.”
(oH NO. ;-;)
“So you remember nothing?” She asked after a moment. “Not even how you got here?”
Sage was confused. "I didn't know you were amnesic!" He'd been super bored, and this morning had been so awkward that he had went to find val and cato instead of ari.
(Lol no, I'm just your friendly neighborhood stalker)
\ you can join if you want. i reopened it cos a lot of people have left so now its just 4 characters. do u wanna join? or just keep stalking? idm either way \
“Nope. It’s okay, guys, really. I’ve made my peace with it. I guess I could ask someone who’s been here eight years, but….” Cato trailed off. “I think only the praetor has been here that long. And really, I’m fine.”
“I remember your arrival,” she offered. “Kind of. It’s murky, but i got here right before you, so i know a bit about it.”
“Well, that’s something,” Cato grinned. “Is it… clear? Or just, ‘oh look new kid bye’?”
“It was more like ‘oh look half-dead new kid. should i be concerned. does this usually happen.’ You were half-dead,” she said, repeating herself.
“Fun. You know, I always feel half-dead… maybe it’s a lasting condition,” Cato half-joked.
“Maybe. But you’re alive, I’m pretty sure.”
“As alive as I can be,” Cato said, subconsciously touching the brace on his leg that kept him mobile. Realizing what he’d just implied, he quickly moved his hand and added, “But hey, maybe this quest will give life some meaning! If we go on it, I mean.”
“Mostly alive,” she agreed, eyes flicking to the brace then back up. “Yeah. This conversation has gone in circles but it would be fun.”
“Yeah, sorry, I’m not a… a social, kind of guy.”
“Me neither,” she said, looking past him. “We May need to run. Alexander is coming.”
Alexander walked over to the forges, “Ms. Valerie, Mr. Cato, and Mr. Sage, greetings.”
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