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Tren

Tren grabbed Carrie’s other hand, pulling he along.

“C’mon, we’re going to go find Auntie Silva’s. She’ll help you.”

I don’t know what else to rp, sorry

Oh I forgot to mention, what Fennin had said was

“My Mother?” Is she dead? Stella is a turncoat. Where is Tren?”

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Tren

Tren took her hand again, inspecting it.

“We don’t impale people. Don’t worry, I’m sure Fennin won’t be to angry. He isn’t that sort of person, usually.”

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Tren

Tren looked at he hand, almost entirely black.

“We need that to get checked out.” He managed to say between coughs. The bite didn’t look natural.

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Tren

“Yeah, it would’ve helped. I was looking for a mammel with flaming fur!” Tren grabbed Carrie, pulling her out of the way as a flaming beam fell. He coughed after he set her down, barely able to take in a breath. “We need to hurry, this place is really smoking.” They jumped over another flaming beam, spotting an exit. Coughing,…[Read more]

The entire palace WAS NOT on fire, only a section.

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Tren

Tren stared intently into the smoke.

“All I see is smoke and a purple blob.”

“That’s him! Fire Face!” The cat bounded up, squeaking.

“A purple cat, what next? Okay, grab him and let’s get out of here.”

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Tren

Carrots! Carrots of all things!

“Well, then he’ll definitely be in the kitchen.” Tren tripped over something and slammed into the floor. Lifting himself half up he groped for what he tripped over, it was a table leg. “This way, I think the kitchen is this way, but if it’s not, we’ll have to follow the walls. Call him again!”

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Tren

Boxes. Cabinets. The kitchen to the dining hall had plenty of those, plus food.

“Follow me.” Tren navigated through the smoke and flames. “Tel me when you see anything from the dining hall, I need to get to the kitchen, he could be there.”

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That’s fine! I’ve made plenty of those posts during the attack of headaches.

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Tren

“Fine, though if you start coughing real bad, your coming out.” Tren turned and walked into the the burning palace, Callie in tow. “Fire Face! Fire Face!” He called. “Is there anything this cat likes besides fire? Anything we can use?”

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Chase Duke

He tried to smile as they entered the store, trying to shake off this weird feeling that it was all going to happen again. He tried to not stick so close to Fynn that he would step on him, and even pulled down his hood, all in an attempt to banish that anything was wrong.

“Y-you would look g-good in navy b-blue,” Chase…[Read more]

he’s actually a little younger than in that photo but oh well..

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There is one part that is misspelled, so ignore that.

Jep

Jep screached, using one hand to try to get the man away. Throwing webs and more webs, she retreated. They had ruined her fun.

Jep, unlike Nahim, has no patience or endurance or wounds. She’ll take cuts and bruises, but once it gets past a certain point forget it.

@highscribeofaetherium

Yeah, I guess, that would send her away.

@jonas

Jep

Jep jumped back, shifting into a drider again, but she also swung at the guys head as she did so, plus shot some webbing, because why not?

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Tren

Tren sighed. “If and only if your hand feels good enough to carry a kitten.”