Chapter 4 - Come hither and we'll create a story.

[mon_millennia]

*General interaction post. Mon is whereever, just kinda... hanging out, a book held close to his chest as he just seems to be enjoying the relaxed feeling he gets sitting around.

Obviously, this means you should bug the hell out of him.

Get to it!*

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[botanical_latin]

*Mitsuki's come to bug the hell out of you, Mon. He's in a secluded part of the network of paths, in the southwest of the island. Busy researching stuff. He still wants the power to protect - himself. He's not going to be weak again. Not that you'll see what it is he's checked out; he's got a holdall slung over his back and seems to be waiting for you.*

[botanical_latin]

*He's angry. His hand grips the holdall tightly and his lips press shut, his teeth digging in - but he says nothing. He isn't the sort to take more than he can give, and he's planted enough doubt to make the boy question himself and everything around him. Especially that... well, there wasn't a word strong enough for the emotion he was feeling.*

Just some punk...

*And he leaves.*