Ethan Leonard

*Kimmi sent something earlier this morning, and… sees now it never went through* *grrs* *types abbreviated version* 

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Leana had been joking about the biting. She tended to joke, when nervous, but always wondered if anyone realized it was in jest. Dom did…

She danced away from Alessio when he released her. But she didn’t…[Read more]

Search grinned evilly at the quip/question, while Burn shoved some writhing, squirming creature back into her pack.

“When the exes are fighting the kids get to play.” She laughed.

That’s nice to know, he was hoping for more context, he really was…

“Uh. Is that thunder?” Burn interjected, and Nathair glanced up. Then at Burn, oh yes he was blin…[Read more]

“That’s incredibly treacherous how could you do such a thing.”

Snake-Punk adds almost amiably. But also, with a suspicious hint of confusion.

(despite the fact that he didn’t really know what a lizard was.)

“So.” Oh boy, here it comes. “How’d you get permanent blood stains in your hair?”

Not what I thought was coming.

But I grin anyway -whi…[Read more]

“How do you break free?” His arm locked around her neck.

Leana did her best not to make a gagging sound. Break free? Uh… “Bite you?” If I had my dagger, I could try to stab you in the gut. But I left it on my horse, and… I wouldn’t want to risk success, with that. Not that I would have success. “But… you might not taste too good.” *br…[Read more]

Alessio had actually thought he’d have to convince her to throw a decent punch at him, so he wasn’t entirely prepared for the stunned look in her eyes to quickly shift to determination – anger?

Before he could overthink it, a punch swung at him hard. He automatically moved to the side and snatched her wrist using her own momentum to yank her i…[Read more]

Alessio nodded thoughtfully and took her hand, and shaped it into a fist. Leana watched, brows furrowing a bit.

She tried to put her thumb inside her fist, because she always did, but Alessio corrected, “You need your thumb outside of your fist, so you don’t break your hand throwing a punch, your feet need to be spaced enough for balance but not…[Read more]

The silence was deafening…

Well, he hadn’t really expected her to have a lot of fighting experience anyway.

“I…I’ve only been a messenger.” She said “Riding a horse from outpost to outpost. I had a dagger, but…All of us knew it wouldn’t do any good, if caught. It isn’t really a stable job.”

Alright, she’d be used to the feel of a knife that’d…[Read more]

Alessio backed out of the embrace, but his hand still lingered on Leana’s shoulder. “We’ll need to decide which mirror to enter and come up with a plan to make it through alive.”

Leana nodded slowly, and took a step back. You said… the point of all the mirrors is to make us feel guilty? 

Alessio glanced uneasily at the chocolate guy, I should…[Read more]

“I don’t know either.” She said in a nearly cracked voice. “I don’t know…”

Was this what it felt like to lose someone who actually cared about you…? That was numbing.

She was still speaking, softly, almost as if to herself.

“So many in this war, have lost fathers. Brothers, friends…” If there hadn’t been a war…would his father have loved him…[Read more]

Her heart relaxed, when Alessio truly squeezed.

“I – Sorry,” He stammered.

Leana didn’t pull away or look at him. So many things still rushed through her mind.

After a minute or two, Alessio spoke again, “I’ll keep searching until we find your father- I believe we’ll find him eventually, but if we don’t…” Leana stepped back. Alessio’s face ti…[Read more]

He could hear her take a slow, painful breath. He should’ve thought of something better to say…not that it would do any good…

“Alright.” She said, as if taking in all the information she’d been given. He bit his lip, not sure if he should say something or just shut up for how “helpful” he’d b – Alessio flinched as a hand rubbed his arm, but…[Read more]

Alessio seemed in a daze, and Leana resisted the urge to fidget.

Finally he looked at her, biting his lip, “It’s possible if Nithel is still in this world…dimension…place…then he might be forced into the trials as well and there’s a chance of us finding him there. I don’t know.” He sucked in a deep breath, and Leana’s brows furrowed. “The…[Read more]

Lol that’s good!!! Well, not the confusing brain part lol XDD

Whichever one has more braincells this castle has a huge braincell deficiency. 😌✌️

Alessio nearly jumped when Leana crawled out from under the table – a safe distance away from them. Devisldevilsdevils was she listening in? That was stupid she would’ve hidden better if she int…[Read more]

“Alright, we’ll need to come up with a plan.” Alessio spoke, “We don’t have a lot of options and we don’t know really what’s ahead of us so we should be prepared for the worst. Our best option would be to work together and manage our assets and liabilities accordingly.”

Leana’s eyes widened, as she still hunkered under the table. Is it too m…[Read more]

“Lots of strange events these days, aren’t they, Alessio.” Arsene said, something about his voice sounding a little odd. Alessio glanced up quickly, regarding him a little warily. What was he probing for…?

Instinctively his mind started assessing every possible escape route in the room, but he bit back the urge. This was Arsene, he’d be fine.

“L…[Read more]

SEARCH

Pardon me for sounding like Burn here, but punk literally not a single word of that made sense!

Okay. Deep breaths Search. Piece together what you can.

Whitehall – a location.

Jetstream – um.

Ship – drawing a blank… oh, probably transportation? Put a pin in that.

Job and money – that can’t be too different?

Tickets – okay, for tra…[Read more]

“Where are we going?” Search asked

“Whitehall.” Caleb said “There we can sit out the jetstream and catch the ship north. From there I go back home. You guys can follow but that is up to you.”

Very little of what he said made sense but hey sticking together sounded like a plan.

“And what in this clearly gods-forsaken land is a jetstream?” B…[Read more]

“Where are we going?” asks Search.

“Whitehall. There we can sit out the jetstream and catch a ship north. From there I go back home. You guys can follow but that is up to you.”

“And what in this clearly gods-forsaken land is a jetstream?”

Caleb looked at Burn hard for two reasons. First, having lived all his life on the floating islands…[Read more]