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Who: Lavi (looseleafbook) & Allen Walker (destroyeroftime)
When: May 30th~
Where: Somewhere along the Mist edge, away from the fighting
Format: Action
What: Allen finds brooding Lavi and gets an explanation of where he is!
Warnings: N/A - will add on as necessary
[It had been hard to avoid the fighting, lately, it was happening everywhere in the streets. Made worse by the fact that Lavi still refused to take his Forge with him and had no clue where anyone was fighting except by the noises and flashes of light - if there were any to begin with. But he had avoided it, gotten the few natives to just leave him alone when they came to push him out of hiding for being one of the Scorched.
Today Lavi made sure that he was out among the sides of the Mist where the fighting wasn't happening. It seemed to be dying down and honestly he should have been keeping a better eye on things to record them. At the moment he wasn't sure that he could do his job and keep on the side. Everything was still fresh and still hurt, so he avoided it just to make sure his wall was solidly in place.
So he continued to sit with his eye closed on one of the fallen pillars barely within the Mist, looking rather ragged for so many nights outside. Dirty enough to think him dead but there was a distinct lack of blood about the Bookman apprentice.]
When: May 30th~
Where: Somewhere along the Mist edge, away from the fighting
Format: Action
What: Allen finds brooding Lavi and gets an explanation of where he is!
Warnings: N/A - will add on as necessary
[It had been hard to avoid the fighting, lately, it was happening everywhere in the streets. Made worse by the fact that Lavi still refused to take his Forge with him and had no clue where anyone was fighting except by the noises and flashes of light - if there were any to begin with. But he had avoided it, gotten the few natives to just leave him alone when they came to push him out of hiding for being one of the Scorched.
Today Lavi made sure that he was out among the sides of the Mist where the fighting wasn't happening. It seemed to be dying down and honestly he should have been keeping a better eye on things to record them. At the moment he wasn't sure that he could do his job and keep on the side. Everything was still fresh and still hurt, so he avoided it just to make sure his wall was solidly in place.
So he continued to sit with his eye closed on one of the fallen pillars barely within the Mist, looking rather ragged for so many nights outside. Dirty enough to think him dead but there was a distinct lack of blood about the Bookman apprentice.]