I looked up from the book to Len. "Shouldn't we get back to the castle?"
"The castle?" I ask, distracted. 'Why does the mention of war and blood do this to me...' I wonder in my head, pacing around Angel's room.
I looked up from the book to Len. "Shouldn't we get back to the castle?"
"The castle." I repeted. "We work for Rin remember?"
(Hey, Leela, still up for Misa and Luka adventuing? )
MisaAfter a long while, Misa headed back through the meadow, towards the insurgent district. She'd been out around the outskirts for a long time on her own, sitting thinking about the whole situation with Sina and Lucas. She decided she should see if she could find anyone else to talk to for a while, to take her mind off everything.
"No. I just don't want to get my wings clipped. Thats all." I replied, throwing my 3 daggers at a wall.
"Probably. If she has the power to take away my flight, she also has the power to take away my freedom." I murmured, walking over to a cupboard.
After checking the vine, he turned to face Kagari as she spoke. "Ok. Why?" He asked, staring at her. He wondered why she asked, quietly speaking to himself as he thought this, his wondering due to getting curious of things easily. The black faded from his eyes, only wearing off a minute or two after the fire was put out as they decided not to burn the tree. He couldn't help but imagine an incinerated pile of ash, the remains of the tree. Now he was even more glad that they didn't burn it down.
(No worries )
MisaMisa headed into the insurgent district and for a while, she just wandered around aimlessly. Eventually, she spotted a familiar face. Or rather, first she saw the familiar pink hair of Luka. "Hey, Luka," She called out to the girl.
Misa"I have a similar problem actually, nothing to do. I was wondering if you had anything interesting to do, though I guess not..." Misa replied. She decided to keep the whole Lucas problem to herself.
Misa"That sounds fun," Misa decided, grinning. She'd been in the woods quite a lot, though never at night, which she imagined would be an entirely different experience.
"Either way, I should fly on ahead so she doesn't suspect anything, okay?" I said, walking over to my large window, still holding the jar.