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[greekharp]

 [ Characters ] Hephaestion and whoever joins.
[ Location ] non-specific woods
[ Date/Time ] may 17th, morning
[ Warning ] none
[ Content ] Hephaestion is trying to pass the time, feel free to disturb.

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Disruption, at your service.

[nowheresman]

It was a fundamental law of nature that whenever it was most convenient for an interruption to occur, it would almost definitely happen. There was a loud squawking sound, and suddenly, what looked like a mop on stilts burst out of the underbrush with an indignant caw, splashing water from its unkempt head in its wild attempt to escape. It passed Hephaestion by in a spray of water and wayward leaves, dashing away.

Almost a full ten seconds later, another creature burst through the shrubs, although this time, it was significantly more human, if not significantly less odd-looking, with twigs sticking out of his hair and an utter look of unkempt frustration to him. Adachi stopped as soon as he saw Hephaestion, bending over with hands on his knees as he caught his breath. "Have you...seen...a weird lookin' bird...'round here, pal?"

[stopmytime]

Idike was just wandering around in the woods, trying to look for something to pass the time with when she spots a hears the sound of metal on wood. Curious, she goes in search of the source. She keeps as quiet as she can though, not wanting to disturb the man she finally sees, who seems to be hard at work carving something.

That was until she accidentally stepped on a twig with a loud snap...

Giving another shot at this.

[devotedforever]

Mori didn't have much to do around Wonderland.

Couldn't find Hunny for some reason and those he had met here were preoccupied with other things so the only other option he had was wandering. His cousin was old enough to take care of himself yes, but there was this absence in the back of his head that refused to go ignored. So to get rid of the thought, he decided to walk and see if there was anything he could occupy himself with.

A giant wooden horse could be on his list of things to occupy himself with, that it could. The thoughts swarming his head seemed to disperse as he passed a few trunks, making out the shape from behind the trees. Pushing past and into the open, the student approached with an eyebrow raised, kendo stick against his shoulder.

"Nothing to do?"