Returning [CLOSED to everyone who responded before]
WHO: Cross, and everybody else who responded to his post. (Will add tags when they arrive~)
WHAT: They venture into the jungle once more in attempts to find the captives.
WHERE: The jungle, of course, eventually leading to the temple.
WHEN: Morning after Cross' post.
As before, Cross began their meeting just outside the broken gates to the northwest of the city, on the beaten and unused path into the jungle. It was morning this time around, however, humid and hot, shafts of sunlight spilling in through the holes in the canopy of the trees and other plant life.
But things were a little different now. He had a... Noah attached to him after all; it looked as if the two of them were holding hands or something. Ugh. In a way, he wanted people to ask him why they were, because then he could explain, give Tyki a smack in the head, and show them that they were indeed fucking stuck. Nothing fucking weird about it.
Cross waited for everybody else to come, his free hand shoved in one of his pockets, his head low, and stayed in such a manner for about a half an hour until he grew impatient enough. In an awful mood, he didn't give more than a nod to those who wished to accompany him, and rather pushed his back off the wall he leaned against, moving toward and out of the gates, tugging Tyki along whether he liked it or not (he was the stronger of the two anyway), and lifting his free hand to wave for everybody to follow him.
He'd been here before. He knew what he was looking for now, it was just a matter of surviving on the way there.
And into the jungle they went.
WHAT: They venture into the jungle once more in attempts to find the captives.
WHERE: The jungle, of course, eventually leading to the temple.
WHEN: Morning after Cross' post.
As before, Cross began their meeting just outside the broken gates to the northwest of the city, on the beaten and unused path into the jungle. It was morning this time around, however, humid and hot, shafts of sunlight spilling in through the holes in the canopy of the trees and other plant life.
But things were a little different now. He had a... Noah attached to him after all; it looked as if the two of them were holding hands or something. Ugh. In a way, he wanted people to ask him why they were, because then he could explain, give Tyki a smack in the head, and show them that they were indeed fucking stuck. Nothing fucking weird about it.
Cross waited for everybody else to come, his free hand shoved in one of his pockets, his head low, and stayed in such a manner for about a half an hour until he grew impatient enough. In an awful mood, he didn't give more than a nod to those who wished to accompany him, and rather pushed his back off the wall he leaned against, moving toward and out of the gates, tugging Tyki along whether he liked it or not (he was the stronger of the two anyway), and lifting his free hand to wave for everybody to follow him.
He'd been here before. He knew what he was looking for now, it was just a matter of surviving on the way there.
And into the jungle they went.