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Who: Hamel, Hakkai and Kazuki
When: Sometime... today? Thursday midday.
Where: Coming from the forest, moving through campus, hopefully eventually finding the dorms
What: Hamel has arrived! And he has no freakin' clue where he is. Or what a computer is so uh... someone's going to have to explain it or he won't know how to post. XD (let me know if this isn't ok!)
Rating: G-PG13 for now? I'll update if it goes above PG13, mostly it'll just be language.
The sound of Trom's griping had quieted, drifting away on the breeze behind Hamel as he moved ahead of the group. Either Flute had given in and let him piggy back on her back or Hamel was much farther ahead than he'd thought. Which was fine, they hadn't seen a demon in a few days and as much as he enjoyed making his companions lives miserable, a guy needed some peace and quiet. Oboe fluttered down and landed on the scroll of Hamel's violin, which towered above his pointy black hat. The bird barely added any weight to the enormous instrument and sometimes Hamel was awfully thankful him mom had taught him Violin instead of Piano like that idiot Raiel. Lugging the golden thing around had to be hell on the knees. He breathed deeply as the scent of the forest shifted around him, some of the trees were unfamiliar. Oboe flapped his wings above him, drawing Hamel's eyes up in the bird's direction and he walked under a low hanging branch just to irritate the bird.
"Is it just me or are the trees thinning out?" He asked, dropping his eyes back to the area in front of him where more light was coming through. It seemed like they shouldn't be reaching another village for at least a day. Goodness knew it was cold enough though. They had to be getting closer to the northern capital. He blinked in surprise as they broke through the line of trees into bright sunlight. Hamel had to shade his eyes in the sudden glare and even then the dazzle in front of him seemed like something out of a really weird dream. It was just far enough away across a field that it could maybe be a mirage. If it hadn't been so damn cold. Hamel stopped and looked around confusedly.
When: Sometime... today? Thursday midday.
Where: Coming from the forest, moving through campus, hopefully eventually finding the dorms
What: Hamel has arrived! And he has no freakin' clue where he is. Or what a computer is so uh... someone's going to have to explain it or he won't know how to post. XD (let me know if this isn't ok!)
Rating: G-PG13 for now? I'll update if it goes above PG13, mostly it'll just be language.
The sound of Trom's griping had quieted, drifting away on the breeze behind Hamel as he moved ahead of the group. Either Flute had given in and let him piggy back on her back or Hamel was much farther ahead than he'd thought. Which was fine, they hadn't seen a demon in a few days and as much as he enjoyed making his companions lives miserable, a guy needed some peace and quiet. Oboe fluttered down and landed on the scroll of Hamel's violin, which towered above his pointy black hat. The bird barely added any weight to the enormous instrument and sometimes Hamel was awfully thankful him mom had taught him Violin instead of Piano like that idiot Raiel. Lugging the golden thing around had to be hell on the knees. He breathed deeply as the scent of the forest shifted around him, some of the trees were unfamiliar. Oboe flapped his wings above him, drawing Hamel's eyes up in the bird's direction and he walked under a low hanging branch just to irritate the bird.
"Is it just me or are the trees thinning out?" He asked, dropping his eyes back to the area in front of him where more light was coming through. It seemed like they shouldn't be reaching another village for at least a day. Goodness knew it was cold enough though. They had to be getting closer to the northern capital. He blinked in surprise as they broke through the line of trees into bright sunlight. Hamel had to shade his eyes in the sudden glare and even then the dazzle in front of him seemed like something out of a really weird dream. It was just far enough away across a field that it could maybe be a mirage. If it hadn't been so damn cold. Hamel stopped and looked around confusedly.