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I wake up in a bed. It's not that comfortable, and the many colourful sheets are quite itchy. It's essentially just a mattress on the floor. I shake off the sheets and get up. I'm in some kind of woollen poncho thing, very colourful, and covering what needs to be covered, seeing as someone took ALL of my clothes and put them in the corner of the... Teepee... Um... Okay... Anyway, Aaron's sitting in the middle with a dim ball of light in the palm of his hand. He looks bored, but when he sees me, his face lights up. "Felix!" He beams, "you're awake!"
"So I am. My chest still hurts though. How long was I out?"
"Couple of days. No more than usual."
"Hehehe - " I cough a bit, "heh."
I peer out of an opening I'm assuming to be a doorway. There's lots of other tents too, and a ball of light in the middle, bright as a flame. It's dawn, and there are a few people in different colour ponchos. They each have two wide stripes of different colours on them, along with rather minimalist symbols. An African boy, perhaps about sixteen years old, comes up to me. He, thankfully, is wearing boxer shorts, but nothing else besides the poncho. Ah well, beggars can't be choosers. His poncho has a red stripe, and a darker red stripe underneath it. The symbol looks vaguely like a red test tube with a bubbling liquid inside. I immediately know what he is. He's a blood alchemist.
"Hey," the boy says, "my name's Elijah. Welcome to Magic's Outcasts!"[DOUBLEPOST=1385575446][/DOUBLEPOST]God damn it, Darklord! Y u ninja me?
I wake up in a bed. It's not that comfortable, and the many colourful sheets are quite itchy. It's essentially just a mattress on the floor. I shake off the sheets and get up. I'm in some kind of woollen poncho thing, very colourful, and covering what needs to be covered, seeing as someone took ALL of my clothes and put them in the corner of the... Teepee... Um... Okay... Anyway, Aaron's sitting in the middle with a dim ball of light in the palm of his hand. He looks bored, but when he sees me, his face lights up. "Felix!" He beams, "you're awake!"
"So I am. My chest still hurts though. How long was I out?"
"Couple of days. No more than usual."
"Hehehe - " I cough a bit, "heh."
I peer out of an opening I'm assuming to be a doorway. There's lots of other tents too, and a ball of light in the middle, bright as a flame. It's dawn, and there are a few people in different colour ponchos. They each have two wide stripes of different colours on them, along with rather minimalist symbols. An African boy, perhaps about sixteen years old, comes up to me. He, thankfully, is wearing boxer shorts, but nothing else besides the poncho. Ah well, beggars can't be choosers. His poncho has a red stripe, and a darker red stripe underneath it. The symbol looks vaguely like a red test tube with a bubbling liquid inside. I immediately know what he is. He's a blood alchemist.
"Hey," the boy says, "my name's Elijah. Welcome to Magic's Outcasts!"[DOUBLEPOST=1385575446][/DOUBLEPOST]God damn it, Darklord! Y u ninja me?
