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[devotedtothecore]

All the backthreading goes here!!

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Re: Day 8_(?), a late evening

[anklets]

No, no...

[She's lost them. Lenalee scrambles for the edge of the branch— the bark rough on her palms and shins— and leans over, but sees nothing. Just darkness and the faint gleam of light reflecting off leaves. Within moments, she can't hear them anymore, either.

There's no way she can follow. She isn't fast enough or strong enough, can't risk getting caught by some nocturnal creature— what direction did they even go in? Gritting her teeth, she straightens up and looks back towards HQ, feeling oddly hollow.

(Why can't she ever do anything?)]

Re: Day 8_(?), a late evening

[devotedtothecore]

[ the most obvious direction, at least, seems to be "down".

the glass doors to HQ are swung shut, lights still illuminating the empty common area. Though perhaps not for long, given the shouting bare moments (seconds? a minute?) ago. ]

Re: Day 8_(?), a late evening

[anklets]

[There's only one option.

>scrabble her way back up to the HQ for reinforcements!]