THIRD LOG

[oiwtf]

Who: Everyone
What: In The forest
When: Evening
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The pet sounded like something the Baskervilles he knew of would summon. If the other boy's definition of unusual proportions was anything similar to his, it was all but impossible for the dog to be a normal creature, much like the lion-thing. ". . .from the Abyss?" He couldn't think of any other place that generated unusual creatures and if all the stories about the place were true, then anything from the Abyss certainly counted as unusual. That creature, unusual in size and ability - and this was excluding the chains and that strange apparition - among other things, that had helped the Vessalius brat under Latowidge had certainly been quite unusual by any standards.

Elliot scowled, glancing over his shoulder and seeing the two people behind them, before returning his attention to the other boy. While it was actually, from his perspective, a rather sensible idea to just hand the tray over, there was the small matter of his pride (the stock he held in being a member of the Nightray family excluded). It wasn't as though he couldn't fire his gun just as accurately with one hand; it was more a matter of habit. He was accustomed to keeping both hands free, as he usually preferred his sword over a gun. ". . .I can carry it" he said sharply, biting back a few sharp comments and swallowing the litany of curses that threatened to escape over the thought that the other boy was (potentially) viewing him as weak. "It won't make a difference if I'm using one hand or two hands."