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3idolon @
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Antigen
My explorer is: Lethe & Elysium
My map marker is:
I am searching for: Apparel/Other
Optional for RPers:
I will be moving my map marker again today for the purpose of RP: Maybe
My RP post:
They were farther out now. Lethe had gotten her way, a few hours of meandering circuitously around the crater's lip later, though it hadn't been a victory so much as a sudden change of wind. A shift in the air, a quirk of the tides, and then the faint glow had drained from Elysium's eyes and she stepped back from the brink and became like a rag doll, positionable for display, the light of searching dissipated—and now they were out by the rim, Lethe picking her way out front and Elysium trailing behind like a wandering shadow.
"Said there were better pickings out here," Lethe spat through a jawful of bone and scrap. "Still not the best. Make our way out. Find us some poor lost fools—"
"Why are you here?" Elysium called suddenly.
Lethe turned.
Elysium had stopped some thirty yards behind her.
"...What?" Lethe said, at a loss.
"Why are you here?"
Lethe blinked.
"Kid. We're from the same clan. We hunt together. Do you not—"
"You're not looking for anything." Elysium said.
"I am looking for things," she said, punctuating it with a toss of her debris-laden jaw.
Elysium shook her head. "You're picking things up."
Lethe sighed. "Then what are you looking for, kid?"
"I'm not."
Lethe groaned.
"I'm not anymore," she said. "I was looking."
The larger Imperial came abreast of Lethe in a few slow, pondering strides.
"Now I'm just like you," Elysium said.
The two of them looked at each other for a few moments: Lethe braced and skeptical, Elysium drifting and certain.
"C'mon, kid," Lethe said, turning back toward the desolate expanse before them. "Think we can find some dragons."